#all it takes is a split second of thinking you're the only person alive while on an empty street for it to become true

[cherbii]

TOGETHER AGAIN | Ryomen Sukuna

summary -> who knew you’d see your long, lost lover in the midst of Shibuya

warnings -> language, violence, attempted murder, SMUT! p in v, creāmpie, fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, high key lovey dovey Sukuna. mdni

Shibuya, at night was cold, though it used to be years back before Shibuya was, well Shibuya. Now the city glowed and was warm from all the electronic billboards and screens plastered on every building, casting flickering hues of purple and blue on the dark tar of the roads.

You weren't supposed to be here, but hours prior, sitting in your chambers did your servant tell you what someone under the name of 'Mahito' planned to do-kill sorcerers.

You decided to join, or at the very least, be present. And you thought that being a special grade curse user would set of alarm bells, you surprisingly went undetected and not disturbed, except for the occasional push and shove, as you meandered your way through the large crowds of city goers, all dressed in tacky, Halloween costumes.

The crowds of Shibuya moved in herds, with an occasional gaggle of obnoxious teenagers that laughed loudly, taking up most of the pathway to leave barely any space for a single person to move. Still, you moved forward, eyes shifting from the large buildings, to the glowing billboards, to the groups of people walking around you.

After a long while, that had felt like forever with how slow you were being pushed forward, you finally reached Shibuya Crossing.

You had yet to find any sorcerer or curse user.

The crossing was alive with people, a wave of bodies moving in unison with the crosswalks, lights flickering, and cars honking their horns impatiently. The only thing you were doing was walking, but you felt like you were being squished between bodies, shoved left and right with loud apologies from strangers.

You didn't blame them either, since the crossing was incredibly busy, with many more joining the throngs of people every minute. You walked until you reached the subway station, it was still alive with movement. It didn't help that Shibuya was the busiest city in Japan, and one of the busiest cities in the world. So it didn't surprise you when the underground station was packed with people, going to wherever they needed to go.

You slowly made your way through them, your mind still on finding Mahito. You wondered if this was a waste of your time. You crossed cities to be here, and still, nothing. With a long sigh you found a bench, and sat on it.

There was a person sitting on it already, a man, no younger than 40, who was ridiculously dressed as a scarecrow. Upon noticing your arrival he sat up. "Hey, girl. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a subway. Should be out modelling."

You felt like you had the urge to slaughter the man, though you kept your composure. Just the way he addressed you, pissed you off instantly, but you couldn't do anything.

The man sat up straight, his long legs spread, as he leaned forward, trying to make conversation with you. His eyes looked you up and down, making your skin crawl.

"Thank you." You curtly and politely replied, folding your hands in your lap.

The man smiled, his lips curling back, revealing a set of yellowing teeth that was stained with god knows what. The man continued to speak, his eyes trailing down your body. "I mean it. You're so pretty. You ever modeled?"

You felt your yukata tug, the pale fabric now between his slender fingers rolling the material. You clicked your tongue, pulling it out from his grip. "No, I haven't."

For a split second, the man frowned, as if he were thrown off that you had snatched it away, though quickly a smile was formed. "Awh, c'mon. Don't you think your body is good enough for modeling? I mean, you've got a pretty face, no doubt. I know there are magazines that take pretty girls like you."

The man licked his lips, as if he were about to say something dirty after. The man continued, moving closer to your body.

"You just gotta, show them what they wanna see, y'know? It'll be easy. I mean, with a body like that, you won't have trouble getting hired."

His hand moved up your thigh, and it took every ounce of you not to snap his arm like a twig. The mans fingers trailed up your thigh, inching closer to the edge of your skirt, before you slapped his hand away, the sound resounding in the near quiet station.

The man looked shocked, seemingly taken off guard. He stared at his hand blankly, as if he didn't expect you to be the type to slap him. His eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly, though his facade of a smile quickly was placed back on to mask his annoyance. The man quickly shook his head, and forced a chuckle.

"C'mon. I ain't got no bad intentions, girl. I was just trying to give you some advice. I was just trying to say that—.” His fingers trailed up your thigh once again, his fingers crawling like spiders, the tips of his nails digging in your skin hard, to the point it was uncomfortable.

Your hand flew out to his, your fingers gripping it, his skin fizzled and sizzled as you allowed for your curse technique to work. "I'd advise you to keep your hands to yourself from how."

The man let out a sharp cry of pain, his fingers trembling in your grip as he began to sweat profusely. If it wasn't for all the people around, he probably would've cursed you out, but instead he just stared at your hand in disbelief, feeling his skin melted under your hands.

With a sigh, you let go of his hand, before folding your hands back into your lap. The man ripped his hand back, gasping to see that there was no physical damage to his skin, in fact it looked the same, but he felt a searing burn to it. He didn't believe what he was seeing, or what he was feeling, but he got the message clear loud and clear.

The man quickly got up, muttering to himself under his breath, as he walked away, throwing side glances at you every so often as he left.

"My, that was impressive." A soft, male voice said from behind you. The voice was light and sweet, but had a sarcastic undertone to it. Upon hearing it, you felt a shiver up your back, even though it was a relatively cool night. When you looked behind you, someone was slowly approaching you, their hands in their pockets.

You noticed his hair before anything else, it was a pale mint colour, then was his raggedy outfit, then his stitches, and at last, his silver, blind eye. "So you're Mahito?" You asked, looking up at the man.

The man titled his head to the side, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a smile as if he were impressed. His hands were still in his pockets, as he slowly strutted over to you. His eyes scanned you from the top of your head to your feet as he stood in front of you, his smile only getting wider.

"In the flesh."

You hum. "So, where are the other curses and the sorcerers?"

Mahito grinned, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. He shook his head, as if he were about to tell you what he did was some funny inside joke, though quickly he cleared his throat and shook off the smile.

"Oh, you know." Mahito took a few steps forward till he was standing beside you, his eyes flicking to yours momentarily before looking over the people around the station. "Busy, fighting one another. It's such a hassle, don't you think? I mean, I'm just so strong that there aren't any sorcerers fighting me! Though that Gojo guy is definitely trying to find me."

You had heard of him, Gojo Satoru, his name brought dread to curses.

Mahito shrugged. "Wonder why the others haven't tried to find me, maybe they're dead," he grinned. "I did cast a veil, but oh well—."

Just as Mahito finished speaking, an object whizzed past your head, barely missing it, before it dug into the wall— a nail. "Shit, I missed. Megumi, a little help over here?" A girl yelled, before preparing to hit another nail over.

"Spoke too soon, there's they are! Precious sorcerers." Mahito sighed, not looking over to where the nail had been thrown. Mahito groaned audibly, shaking his head as if he were a disappointed teacher, which in a way, he was.

He clicked his tongue in fake annoyance, leaning close to your ear to murmur under his breath, to make sure the sorcerer didn't hear him.

"Such a buzzkill." He slid off, before taking on a full blown sprint, away from the sorcerers and disappearing into the crowds, his touch turning the people nearby into ugly things, skin melting into hideous rolls.

The two were stunned to see the people around them melt into disgusting masses of flesh, screams, cries, and panic was thrown around by the crowds of people. The sorcerers just stood in horror, watching people's skin peel off and deform.

Mahito was having the time of his life, grinning ear to ear, and giggling as he ran through the crowds of people.

Sorcerers who you hadn't seen before went after Mahito, leaving you with the girl, and boy who you assumed was 'Megumi’z

Something sharp and cold hit and dug into your neck, like a pin prick. You reached a hand around and pulled the object out of your neck—it was another nail, then it combusted, fazing right through you.

You turned your head to face the girl with a glare at the fact you had been interrupted again, and you held the nail in your hand, examining it.

They had to be the ones who tried and failed to catch Mahito, and they had tried to kill you too even though it didn't work. Megumi watched, though his lips were still in a straight line.

The girl clenched her jaw, her lips slightly parted, as if she were confused how you weren't dead.

"What? It didn't even do damage..." the girl mumbled.

Megumi growled in anger, "Shit, where's Nanami?" Megumi clicked his tongue, his fists shaking as he let his hand hang by his side. He began to turn his head, searching through the people who were running, trying to find the person he had mentioned.

The girl looked just as frustrated, her fists clenched as her nails dug into her palms. She let out a loud huff, her lips curling down into a frown. The girl raised her hammer, and hit more nails at you, and even though they did little to no damage, you still pranced around avoiding them.

"Finally, someone who can have a little fun!" You cheer, stepping out from the bench.

The girl was definitely frustrated now, even more than she had been before. The fact you were doing something the exact opposite of what she wanted pissed her off. The girl let out a scoff, looking over to Megumi.

Megumi sighed under his breath, his jaw clenched, and his eyes flicked between you and his partner. His fists clenched at his side, his nails digging into his palms. He seemed to be doing his best to keep his patience.

You planted your foot on the ground before speeding off to the two. The duo quickly got into a defensive position, their eyes not leaving you. Megumi moved to stand in front of the girl.

The girl moved her hammer, ready to hit you as you approached. You struck out a hand, letting it glow red before a jet of manipulated acid shot out, forming a shape of a spear before plummeting it to the two.

Megumi grabbed the girls wrist and tugged her aside, using his free hand to block the acid with a burst of water, a burst of smoke filled in the space around the area.

The girl grunted, staring at you through the clearing smoke. She looked frustrated. Megumi had a cool and calmer look on his face, the only thing showing any kind of feeling being the sweat dripping down the side of his cheek.

The other people, though terrified, were in your way. The people who were in the way began to notice and move, though most were having trouble getting themselves out of the way in time.

Those who did move ran to safety, most of the people in the station were scattering away. Leaving a rather large open space in between the group of fighters, and the still panicked citizens.

The only downside was the large number of civilians being in the crossfire of this fight.

You let add a noise of annoyance, before putting your thumbs together, hands open, mumbling your curse technique. Thick waves of acid out, the pearly liquid engulfing the civilians, devouring their bodies until they were nothing.

The duo couldn't believe what they were seeing. Megumi stared at the puddle of sludge that the people's bodies had become, his lips in a straight line from shock. The girl looked shocked, but not as much as Megumi, her eyes darted from you to the civilians you had slain with the wave of acid.

Megumi clasped his hands together, yelling, "Demon dogs!" before a large wolf like a dog, both white and black in colour jumped out from behind him, barrelling towards you.

Megumi was quick with whatever he was doing, as the large wolf quickly sprung into action and charged forward, running at you. It didn't seem like it slowed down even when it had to leap over a pile of acid.

The dog was fast, and was on you in seconds, not allowing you much time to react. You sent another wave of acid towards the dog. The dog tried to dodge and weave through the acid, though it had no success. The large dog was hit, its legs melting under the acid, as it's body was reduced to a pile of goo.

The girl stared down at the puddle of dog with a shocked expression, not sure how you'd managed to melt a shikigami with such ease.

"Bye, bye!" You exclaimed, before raising a fist, forming a thought acidic bubble around you before it collapsed, having you nowhere to be seen. Megumi let out a curse under his breath as you were gone, not sure where you had gone after that show of power.

The girl gritted her teeth with her lips in a flat line, looking around frantically to see if she could identify your next move.

Somewhere else in Shibuya, on the side of a building, did you emerge from an acidic rip. You had the vantage point, and the view of Shibuya at night, with everything lit up and the people scrambling around in chaos, was beautiful.

The sky, however was unusually pitch black, a veil. Where you stood, there was already chaos, you could tell by the damaged buildings and property. There were cracks and holes in the roads, with a lot of buildings being half broken. The veil above was dark, not a sign of light other than the stars peeking around it.

You strolled down the streets, distantly hearing noise. The noise was quiet, sounding like murmurs and cries, until the faint sound of fighting reached your ears. The sound was definitely getting closer, and the longer you walked, the clearer it got. There was fighting going on somewhere near.

You rounded a corner, and the fighting seemed to be getting closer. If you continued walking, you would be approaching the fight.

The further you walked, the stronger the stench of blood and death got. The more you walked, the more the buildings melted into a heap of nothingness. It seemed it was either you climb the mess, or turn around, so naturally, you began to climb.

It felt like this area was completely destroyed, with nothing but rubble for miles.

You began to climb the debris, using your cursed technique as an extra grip for your feet. The only issue was the fact it was difficult to climb, with the pieces of building falling, or giving no grip. The noise of chaos got louder on the other side, now you reached the peak, looking down at a large number of people fighting two, and upon squinting, you recognised one.

Your cursed technique bubble under your feet, burning away a smooth path for you as you climbed down, heading straight for the white and partly red haired woman. "Uraume? Is that you?"

Uraume was currently occupied with fighting off two students, who were trying their best to fight back. When Uraume heard your voice, her head turned around, eyes wide, then a smile tugged at her lips. She spoke up, though she didn't look away from the students. "Is that you, my Lady?"

"Yes, what a pleasant surprise," you replied, small smile gracing your face as though you didn't walk straight through a fight. You looked over to the other curse user, his long, raven hair flowing in the wind as he sent shikigami after shikigami to the six other sorcerers. "Need any help?"

Uraume let out a small laugh, her lips curling upward in a small smile as she looked you up and down. She seemed to be quite happy to hear your voice, and in her time of need. At your question, Uraume shook her head, a confident look placed on her face. "I can handle these students."

You just hummed. "Alright, I'll go see what's happening over there."

Uraume nodded, keeping her focus on her own opponents before you had moved off. The chaos down below was overwhelming, with the sounds of explosions, fighting and cursing echoed.

For this man, you didn't ask if you needed help, instead shooting a web of acid, the liquid solidifying as it shot through the air, wrapping around two students who were fighting side by side—an overly large panda, and a boy who's eyes were shut closed, odd.

You ran over, narrowly avoiding getting sucked into a dark abyss caused by none other than the other curse user as slimes, ugly shikigami's shot out and attacked the other students. Your next target was a girl with blue hair.

She had a long sword in her hand, swinging it boldly when she heard you bearing towards her. "Two can play at that game, girl." You chuckled, forming an acidic sword.

The girl watched you for a while before taking notice of your appearance. She kept her composure, though a nervous feeling bubbled up in her stomach. The girl was a little hesitant, but readied her blade anyway, her eyes narrowed at you.

Your sword blade clinked against hers. The girl grit her teeth slightly, her blade clashing against yours. She wasn't exactly a great sword fighter, though she held her composure as she glared at you.

The force of her swing was quite powerful. She seemed to take you seriously, not underestimating like other people may have. Her foot stepped forward, trying to shove you away, before shoving her sword in an upwards motion.

Your sword went flying, dissolving into a puddle which burned a hole in the ground. You clicked your tongue. "I've gotten weak." You murmured, allowing for her sword to fade through you, the metal melting from the acid you covered yourself with.

The girl cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her sword back and taking a few steps away. The girl stared in disbelief, but shook off the feeling. She had never seen anything like that, that was for sure.

You let the acidic barrier drop, spinning to face the girl. "Acid, is acid." You muttered, striking out a hand to touch the girl. She lets out a noise of surprise, her stomach feeling sore.

You were going to manipulate her stomach acid, let it harden and turn to sharps, piercing her, before you felt an inkling to raise your acidic barrier up, right before something that resembled a blood spike shot right through you. Obviously, you felt nothing, but couldn't help look at the perpetrator.

A man, with a tattooed nose, and pinned up hair stood, palms pressed against each other, shooting out a long, red beam. He seemed to be a curse user as well, though he was attacking you. Had he turned on curse users's beliefs?

The man grunted, shaking his head, as he kept his palms pressed against one another to keep firing his blood technique at you. He was focused, eyebrows furrowed, as his lips pulled back into a grimace, making him look even more intimidating.

"Hm, I pity you," you said, forming an acidic bubble around you, teleporting you to roght behind the man. "You're still weak, even for a special grade." You reached a hand out, quickly latching it onto him before changing the form and matter of his stomach acid.

The man cursed, his breath hitching as he tried to fight back. He wasn't ready at all to face the feeling of something being messed with his stomach, his insides felt like it was in fire. The man gasped, groaning, as he stared at you, with his eyes wide in horror. He didn't feel himself melt, but he could feel something horrible happening inside of him.

"Let's see, do you think you're going to heaven or hell?" You asked, flexing your fingers, making his stomach acid harden and grow sharp.

The man's face contorted in pain, his knees buckling as he fell forward to the ground. The man couldn't even try to answer you, the pain of manipulation of his cursed energy was a feeling no other curse or sorcerer could experience.

His head smacked against the ground, as his body jolted, as if he were seizing. You let it turn into a spear head, gradually growing and piercing his organs until the tip made a dent in his skin. The man stared at his chest, his eyes watering as more tears began to drop from his eyes. His vision blurred, and he couldn’t the difference between his tears or blood or the veil or even his manipulation.

He stared at the dent in his chest before raising his eyes to meet yours, as he wheezed, the tips of his fingers trembling. The man let out a small, pained laugh, wheezing through the pain, before a small smile tugged at his lips. Through the pain in his stomach, he had no idea why, but he found you incredibly impressive.

Though you found him boring, this wasn't fun, you thought. So instead you removed your hand, leaving the man hurt, but not dead, not yet anyway, and decided to target someone else. Your eyes landed on two poeple fighting side by side, a girl with glasses and forest green hair, twirling a large sword and fighting off shikigamis, and a boy, who's hair was a blush pink.

The duo was fighting a horde of shikigamis, and seemed to be doing it with ease. The girl swung the sword around with a rather graceful finesse. While the man's fists were balled, throwing punch after punch, and using his hands to grab and flick aside or break the shikigamis when they came too close.

Both seemed to be doing great, not noticing you at all in the midst of the battlefield, which was to your advantage. Uraume's offer was perfect, as well as very convenient. With all the chaos it was unlikely to get the chance again.

You found yourself grinning, as you looked over to Uraume, giving a small nod. You formed acid under your feet, using it to slide to the girl before shooting a tentacle of acid to her sword, melting the metal.

The girl gasped, jumping back as the tentacles of acid shot out, melting her sword. She didn't see that coming, looking down at her now melted sword in disbelief, as she stared at where you suddenly were now standing.

She clenched her fists, but remained calm as she stepped into a defensive position, even if she was without a weapon for now. The girl wasn't about to give up this fight, despite the odds being against her.

The boy noticed, his eyes flicking from Uraume to you, his eyes widening at the scene. The boy let out an annoyed groan, punching more shikigamis to a pulp with ease in frustration. His fists were red, bruised and bleeding, but that seemed to drive him to hit harder.

Uraume was shooting ice daggers at the boy. The boy had managed to block out the first few, but the last few hit his arms. He winced at each hit, his skin getting slightly cut, just nothing major.

The boy grit his teeth in frustration, letting out a loud huff as he focused his gaze on Uraume, his own eyes narrowing further. The girl had no time to react to the sudden tentacle of acid, and it came crashing down on her.

She felt the warm, hot liquid on her skin and let out a sharp cry of pain, her skin sizzling as it burnt. She tried to jump out of the way, but her movements were stiff. The acid kept raining down, burning a hole in the ground.

The girl's skin turned red at first, then it quickly melted, the acid having melted through her clothes, and eating at her skin, the liquid burning into her flesh and muscle as the girl let out a painful cry.

She was still alive, somehow, coughing and wheezing, as she tried desperately to keep herself together. The boy clenched his fists, clenching his teeth together as he watched, his eyes wide. He wanted to jump in, but soon felt ice envelope him, now having him stationary in the cold, frozen cube.

The boy tried to fight the ice, his limbs trembling from the cold seeping into his bloodstream, but it was futile. He felt his legs, arms and fingers turning numb as he let out painful grunts, his breath turning visible.

The other curse user with the flowing black hair grumbled under his breath, before changing out another shikigami, a shimmering dragon, before it picked him up and took him elsewhere.

Uraume scoffed, wiping her cold lips before turning to you. "You did very well, My Lady." You heard Uraume, letting a small smirk tug at your lips. You had killed with ease, without even really getting hurt. It was satisfying to say the least.

You had to admit, the fight was fun too, as well as seeing the other curse users get frustrated. "Thank you, Uraume, you did good as well."

However, what you two failed to notice was on each side of the cheeks of the pinkette boy, two slits opened, revealing a pair of red eyes, both staring at you.

Something strummed in the boy's chest, something intense, a voice boomed and roared in his head, demanding to be free. The boy's eyes opened wide, staring directly at you. The more he looked at you, the more he felt something, an odd, intense feeling bubble up in his chest.

The veins in his arms and on his neck could be seen, as he began to tremble from the intense feeling in his chest.

The voice growled, before mumbling "enchain", spontaneously switching forms. The boy gasped as his form changed, large scars appearing over his body as well as his hair and eyes. His teeth grew into sharp canines, and his nails turned black, almost like claws. He let out an inhuman growl, his chest heaving as he seemed to get even taller and muscular.

The ice block melted instantly, revealing the monster of a man you loved, though not in true form, but still as equally terrifying. His huffs turned to laughs, then a malicious chuckle that boomed, causing your attention to turn, a small gasp leaving your lips.

No, it can't be.

Your Ryomen had been killed and chopped up.

Uraume instantly dropped to her knees, bowing at the king. "Master Sukuna, I'm sorry." She murmured.

Sukuna's chuckles died down. "You're forgiven." He muttered, brushing her off, before his scarlet eyes were on you again. It was almost easy to miss the way his eyes widened, or his jaw lax, or the way his frown shallowed.

Sukuna's eyes fell on you, his gaze was heavy as he stared at you. Sukuna wasn't a soft man, he was rough and he was cruel, but even he could feel something well in his chest as he stared. He hadn't seen you in so long. He felt something, a warm, heavy, intense feeling in his chest that he couldn't put his finger on. What was he feeling?

You blinked. "Ryo...?" You whispered, bringing your fingers to your lips.

Sukuna's breath hitched in his throat as he heard you call his name. He had missed you. He was in shock, his lips parting as he just watched your every move. He couldn't really process seeing you again after so long. He felt his lips slightly quiver in surprise, a thousand more emotions welling up in his chest as he tried to form words. Sukuna took slow steps towards you, as he was just taking in your appearance now.

He was trying so hard not to let his feelings get the better of him, though that was hard as he came to stop a few feet away from you. Sukuna had millions of unspoken words that filled his head, he kept staring at you quietly.

Something surged within you, causing you to bounce over to him and throwing your arms around his still large frame, laughter bubbling from you. "It's you! It's you! It's you!"

Sukuna felt his breath hitch in his breath as you threw yourself onto him, your arms around him in a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around you instinctively, his breath hitching again as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

The others who were trapped in ice could only watch in horror, they didn't know what was more terrifying; the King of Curses, or the King of Curses being nice.

Sukuna could just barely feel his hands trembling against the fabric of your clothes. He was trying to hide it, but he couldn't hide the fact that he was shaking from the adrenaline and emotions in his chest.

You couldn't fend off the tears that pebbled at your eyelashes as you leant back to look at your lover. "I missed you so, so, so much, Ryo."

Sukuna's whole demeanor felt soft and tender as you looked at him. He was vulnerable, though he tried his hardest to conceal it. He had missed you too, he missed you so much that it had hurt these few months apart.

He gently held your chin, his thumb wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye as he couldn't stop looking at you. He was still in disbelief you were here, in front of him. Sukuna quickly pulled you back to him, his fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes as he held you closely, not wanting to let you go. Sukuna held you against him, his grip tightening as he gently nuzzled his face into your neck. He couldn't believe you were here in his arms again, after so much time he spent wondering if he would ever see you again.

"I missed you too brat, so much." He muttered against your skin, his breath warm against your neck. His large hands roamed up and down your back, his hands trailing up to gently place his hand on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

Sukuna had missed so much in these few centuries. He had missed holding you like this even though he didn't do it often with you, he missed the small moments spent together when you were alone, he missed your sweet smile and laugh, everything.

The King of Curses was weak at the moment, he had been through much, but seeing you like this made him feel almost whole again.

You untangled yourself from him. "How are you even alive? I thought..."

Sukuna looked down at you, he had missed your small form. He had missed looking down at you, the corners of his lips tugged up as he heard your question. He gently held you at arms length, his large hands still on your shoulders.

"It's a long story," he sighed. He gently tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your cheek in the process before his hand moved to the nape of your neck.

Sukuna could feel his emotions swelling again. He wanted to hold you in his hold again, or kiss you. So many things he had missed, he was like a starved man who was just offered a meal. His thumb gently ran over your cheek as he kept his scarlet eyes on your form, just taking you in again after all this time.

"All these foolish sorcerers, they're in my way," Sukuna murmured, a finger tapping his chin. "All the better." He shrugged, before bringing his fingers together and chanting out his domain expansion. You and Sukuna were sucked into the domain, rendering you two alone.

Uraume managed to escape the inky globe that was now hovering in Shibuya.

Your shoes were submerged in the same waters of Sukuna's domain, just below the hill of skulls.

He was say on his thrown at the very top of the hill of bones. Sukuna let out a soft chuckle as his domain swallowed the area, the two of you ending up alone together. He was in the same domain again, his territory of skulls and a lake of blood.

Sukuna sat on his throne, looking down at you with a small smirk on his lips He beckoned for you, his gaze fixated on you. The only thing he wanted right now was this, you. "Come here, brat." Sukuna was a man of few words, especially in private. But he wanted, needed you by his side for now. The only thing he wanted to do was see you, touch you... and possibly take you back to the palace with him.

He wanted this, he needed this.

You began your ascent to him, stepping on mandibles and maxilla's, eagerly wading to your lover. Sukuna's eyes remained on you, watching your every step upwards towards him. He held his hands together, waiting for you to approach the throne. He couldn't hide his smile as his lips tugged back, seeing you walk towards him. It felt like a dream to him, that after months you were finally approaching him again. It felt like forever.

When you reached the top, Sukuna wasted no time to pull you by your yukata, sending you crashing onto his lap. His head was instantly back to your neck. You helped when you felt his tongue dart out, then his teeth. "Ryo, what the hell?"

Sukuna let out a small chuckle as you complained, but he only placed his lips against the crook of your neck, a small huff leaving him. "I just want to remind myself how you taste. You have no idea how much I missed you, brat. You're going to get me addicted again." Sukuna's voice was almost a growl.

You brought a hand to his hair and gently pulled back, wanting to see his face. "What's got you so eager?"

Sukuna let out an almost growl, glowering at you. "All these centuries, I haven't seen you. Why wait for more time to pass? I'm only getting older." He latched a hand to your neck before sliding it up, to your jaw, where he turned and struck out his forefinger, shoving it past your lips.

Sukuna's fingers threaded through your hair gently, allowing you to move his head back. Sukuna had missed your gentle touch, his eyes narrowing at your question. He wanted to keep you close, never wanting you out of his sight ever again.

Being in his domain expansion, having you in his hold so he could just touch you, see you right in front of him, was heavenly for the King of Curses. It had been months and he had missed you more than he had imagined he would.

His finger gently ran across the inside of your mouth, his scarlet eyes boring into you. He felt that intense, warm feeling in his chest again, his fingers trembling gently against your jaw.

Sukuna slithered his finger deeper into your mouth, nail scratching your throat. "I've wrecked homes, torn villages to shreds. Gutted morons and pests, yet none give me the thrill of seeing you at my mercy." He purred, bringing his free hand to the folds of your dress, and tugging at the seams.

Sukuna ran his eyes over your form, taking you in. He pressed his finger against the back of your throat, his nail scratching it while his other hand tugged at the seams of your clothes, trying to get the fabric to move more so he could see more of your waist.

Sukuna's eyes flicked down to your cleavage, feeling his breath hitch as he huffed. He wanted your damn clothes gone, just seeing it only irritated him more.

He had missed feeling you in his hold. He missed you against his chest, his large hands roaming over your body. Sukuna wanted to mark you. He wanted to leave marks all over you, making every other sorcerer know that you belonged to him and him alone.

He wanted to ruin you.

Sukuna grunted, your dress not coming off, so he would use the one thing he thought of. You whimpered as you felt flames kiss your skin, before your yukata was in ashes, presenting you almost bare, bar your underwear. Sukuna let out a pleased grunt as he watched your dress disintegrate into ash. He wanted to see more, and you in next to nothing was amazing.

He took a minute to admire your half-naked form, running his fingers along your skin, taking advantage of the skin-to-skin contact he had missed for months with a hum.

You choked on his finger, squirming in his lap. It was unfair how he was fully clothed, you thought. Sukuna could smell your arousal, could sense it, but he was fine with it. He'd get to that in due time. He wasn't going to move fast.

As you squirmed in his lap, his hand moved to your thighs, his fingers digging his nails into the skin there to hold you still, his thumb tracing small circles on your inner thighs. Sukuna's own clothing felt constricting. He wanted you. He wanted you here and now, to feel you against him, for you to belong with him.

His grip on your inner thighs tightened, as his lips pressed against your collarbone, kissing it and sucking harshly. Sukuna wanted to leave his mark on your skin, to claim you as his own.

You reached your hands to between the two of you, digging them under the cream coloured fabric of his kimono, trying to pull it free. Slowly, the fabric peeled back to reveal his rippling, inked muscles. It wasn't enough, eagerly you tugged further down the kimono, pulling at the cloth around Sukuna's waist until he too was bare; rock hard and leaking, achingly thick and blissfully long.

You blinked up at him, giving him your best pleading expression, even with his finger far in your mouth, just needing to be filled by him.

Sukuna saw how you looked up at him, seeing your expression. What a sight it was as he kept his own large finger moving inside your mouth. He wanted you, so badly, he wanted to completely take you.

Sukana removed his finger from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from it to your lips. His large hands fell on your waist, lifting you a bit. Noticing how you immediately reacted to that, his lips pulled into a smirk as he watched your expression

"Please, Ryo? Need you to be inside me." You begged, fruitlessly jutting your hips, earning faint pleasure between your legs, though it would never suffice.

Sukuna felt himself twitch in anticipation as your words, a low growl escaping his throat. That's what he had missed the most, hearing you like that, hearing you beg for his touch. He grabbed your hips, pinning them down.

He wanted to break you, make you forget anything apart from him, but he wasn't going to move fast. He took his time, he wanted to take you slow, make it last long and just relish the feeling of you being back in his arms. "Are you so impatient for me, brat?" He cooed

Sukuna gently traced his fingertips along the lace fabric of your underwear, his eyes looking up to meet yours. A smirk tugged at his lips as he ran his fingertips over you, teasing you.

"Yes. Just, please? I need this as much as you do." You whined, shooting a hand to your underwear and shoving it to the side, now presenting your dripping cunt.

Sukana let out a low, pleased growl. He loved how you were so eager for him, it was satisfying. He watched you impatiently as you pleaded, his smirk still on his lips. "So eager for me, huh?" Sukana taunted, knowing the answer as his fingers traced small shapes against your inner thighs, his nails scratching the skin. "You think you can take me? It's only one cock, yet you still struggle. Maybe I need to stretch that pussy." Sukuna huffed, bringing two, thick digits to your hole.

So in a blink of an eye, he plunged his fingers inside, not giving you any prep before hand. You let out a loud moan, it echoed through the domain, fingers curling around the fabric on Sukuna's shoulders. "Oh, my god!" Sukuna began to piston his fingers, scissoring the two as he thrusted them into your pulsating hole.

Sukana let out a small groan, just how he remembered, you weren't quiet even a little. Not that he minded, he loved it.

He groaned, his eyes fixated on you as he watched your expression. All the noises you made filled his head, he wanted to listen to you, all night. He wanted to break you, claim you, and make you his again. He curled his fingers, hitting that one spot inside you, that had your toes curl and your mind fog up.

Sukuna's eyes flicked up at your reaction, a pleased, low chuckle escaped his lips as he curled his fingers. He knew that spot, knew it well. After all, it's not like this was his first time doing this to you.

He wanted to hear you beg for more, he loved it. He pressed his fingers against it again, enjoying the way your chest heaved, making more noises for him as the two of you sat on the throne. Sukuna smirked at the faces you made, bringing a hand to your breasts, second mouth forming on his palm, before his lips wrapped around your sensitive nub.

Your sensitive body seemed to react so quickly to Sukana's every move, and he loved everything about it. This was his kingdom, and you were currently his queen, in front of him, in his lap, and all his. Not to mention the small moans he heard leaving you, the way your nails dug into his skin, driving him nearly insane over you.

Sukana's lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple, his cursed energy wrapping around you as his tongue moved in soft, but precise circles over it. He was working you well, making you whine and moan for him in the quiet domain, filling the silence with your sounds of pleasure, a chorus to his ears as it bounced off the walls of his domain. The small moans and noises you made were music to his ears. Sukana wanted you to feel good, to feel him take over you, and the way you arched into his lips showed he was doing just

"P-Please, Ryo? Can't wait anymore, need to feel you..."

Sukana almost smirked, almost. Hearing you beg him, call his name like that. It drove him insane, and he needed to give in. He moved, picking you up, and moving you out of his lap so he could stand, pinning you against the throne.

He stood before you, holding you against the throne as he looked down at you, his hands on your waist. "Fine, brat. I'll give you what you want," Sukuna clicked his tongue, moving his hips until his throbbing, red tip was aligned with your entrance. "But don't say it's too much."

In one, fluid movement, he thrusted himself in. His cock stretched your cunt beyond its limits, and what was scary is this wasn't the biggest he could be.

He grunted softly, his eyes falling close for a brief moment as he savored the feeling of you around him. He loved this. He loved the feeling of you, the way you felt around him, the way you were his. Sukana held your waist, his fingers pressed into your skin there as he looked you over. He couldn't believe he had you back, like this too.

Sukuna was merciless. Pounding away into you like there was no tomorrow, causing the throne to shift on the bones and skulls. All you could do was take the bullying between your legs, screaming his name, nails clawing at his shoulders. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Love your cock, so much, my lord!"

His title that fell from your lips sent a shiver through him. If anyone knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he'd be a dead man. He huffed and grunted into your ear, breath hot on your skin. "Such a filthy mouth you have, my lady."

You whined, staring up at your lover with teary eyes, mouth agape and blabbering sweet nothings.

Sukuna loved seeing you be so submissive, to him, calling him your lord, your king. He would only let that slide with you. His lips met your neck, kissing and biting at the skin there, leaving marks behind.

The way you felt around him was addicting, and having you beg for him made it better. He had missed this feeling, this pleasure, with you for so long he wanted to savor it. Sukana wanted this to last as much as he could, to make you feel good, and to take you here in his domain.

Sukana's lips traveled up from your neck, to your lips, as he pressed his own against yours in a searing kiss, he moved his tongue over your lips, licking them. He wanted to taste you in every sense he could.

Sukana swallowed all the noises you were making, each noise of yours just added to his enjoyment. He wanted more, more of you. Sukana let his tongue slip into your mouth, exploring and tasting you completely.

The bones of his throne dug into your shoulders, and the buck horns of it dug into your shin. It only added to the pleasure, your nails scratching at his skin, everything did. Sukana wanted to feel it all, the way you felt and sounded as he took you.

Sukana grunted into your mouth, his tongue pressing against yours, his hands now moving to your thighs, and he lifted you up from the throne, using it for leverage, as his hands moved just enough to grip you thighs so he could start moving you again.

He wanted to feel every bit of you, and he didn't want to let you go. He couldn't, so he pushed more, wanting it all. Sukana wanted you to be his in every sense of the word, and now was not the exception. He wanted you to be his, his queen, his lover, his.

He wanted you to call his name, to moan it, scream it, anything. He wanted to ruin you, break you, and claim you as his and his. He wanted to claim and break you all, make you forget anything other than him, anything else.

The moans that left your lips sounded so sweet to him, even sweeter than honey. This was what he had missed, the pleasure the two of you shared, and the feeling of the two of you melting into each other. Sukana wanted to break you, ruin you, make you his for the next days, weeks, months, or years. Sukana was making you feel so good your mind turned to a mess.

You felt everything as he took you. How he moved you, the throne digging into your back, his large hands on your body, making you feel the heat coming off of him. Sukana's lips on yours as he claimed your mouth, his tongue pushing into your mouth, his grunts of pleasure right against you.

Your mind turned to a mess every time Sukana moved, and every moment. It was almost hard to form words with him, but he was perfect.

Sukuna loved the way you moved with him, how you tried to take him as he moved, how you tried to make him feel good too in return. Sukana groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin. He loved every second of it, enjoying taking you, breaking you for him.

The feeling of the coil in your tummy tightening was driving him insane, it had been so long since he remembered those signs or saw them from you, but now he was so glad it was back like that.

His movements only got more intense, wanting to see you fall over the edge. Sukana could feel yourself start to tighten around him, the way you would squeeze him in response and it only made him push more. He was desperate for you, wanting to feel and watch you break as you reached your orgasm with him, coating his fat cock with your cum, crying out as you did, while he stuffed you full of his.

He groaned into your mouth, panting and grunting as he moved his lips to your neck again, suckling on the skin there. He wanted to mark you as his, so everyone would know who you belonged to, to him.

There was no one else you belonged to, that would make his blood boil. You belonged to him and nothing would change that.

Your body fell limp, breathing into Sukuna's mouth as you were well worn. Sukana held you up as you went limp, only holding you more. He wasn't done yet but he let you relax for the moment while he looked at you, his fingers gently roaming over your body for the moment, his chest heaving as he also tried to catch his breath.

He still loved to simply hold you and touch you however he could. His lips moved back to your neck, kissing and sucking the skin there, adding more marks from his lips, marks to show you were his.

"Ryo...do we have to go back?"

Sukana did not like the thought of having to go back. It was nice being in the domain just with you, being able to hold you and make you his. But he knew this wasn't permanent. Sukana moved his lips from your skin, bringing his fingers under your chin to tilt you to look up at him. “Yes, unfortunately I don’t have full control over this brat so sooner or later I’ll be turning back. But trust I’ll find away to be with you again.”

But that wouldn't always be an option, he knew he would have to go back eventually. For now he savored the moment of having you in his hold, being able to touch you and hold you against him.

And even if it was for a few minutes more, you had your Ryo back.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Marshmallow Miles

summary: prompt fill. Wally needs to get the hell out of Split River. thankfully, he finds the perfect excuse and takes you along for the ride. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut lite. fluff. AU - everybody is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen. same 'verse as Cuddle Bug.

bon reading, frens

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Marshmallow Miles

Wally spent the last 40 years haunting the high school. Then spent the last few months within the town limits, adjusting to being a regular student while he got his second chance at life organized. Principal Hartman, Ms. Chung, and Mrs. Moretz—the guidance counselor—banded together to help the formerly-dead reacclimate, and part of that means they all need to graduate.

Except, obviously, Mr. Martin, who Sheriff Baxter's keeping a tight leash on. Or Janet, wherever the hell she is.

Point being, Wally and his friends are still tethered to the place they hate most in the world. Even if there is a light at the end of the tunnel this time, they don't get to enjoy it until they walk across the stage, diplomas in hand.

Which means Wally? Is feeling somewhat-very claustrophobic. Skin too tight, walls closing in, suffocated and nauseous at the thought of having to spend another goddamn second in the town that killed him.

It's as he's listening to you, hanging onto your every word like psalms, that the idea strikes. Light. Bulb. Wausau? Claire's stepdad's ski lodge? You don't say!

He knows your birthday's coming up (Simon made sure to stick post-it notes in every single one of Wally's text- and notebooks to remind him) and he's been fretting over what to do for weeks. But this? This is it! Not only will Wally be able to celebrate you the way you deserve, doing something you seem genuinely keen on, he'll be able to put Split River in the rearview for a whole week.

Is it a little selfish to use your birthday as an excuse to escape? Kind of, sort of, maybe. But he's desperate to find out if he can have a life beyond this. Beyond Split River High and Number 57 and tragedy and discombobulating rise-agains. And the only person he wants to find anything out with, well, is you.

It's two-birds-one-stone, honestly, and don't you always praise his efficiency? Hell yeah, you do. His biggest fan. Besides, he will dote on you, treat you right, make you feel like the center of the universe because you are. At least, you're the center of his, and that's why he has to do this. To prove there's a future with him that has more potential than cultivating small town syndrome.

You catch him grinning that dopey little grin he gets when he's thinking about surprising you, but Maddie distracts you before you can question it. Which gives Wally the rest of lunch to plot into his tater tots.

Thank you, Maddie. Best wingwoman ever.

‗•‗

The plan comes together seamlessly. Everyone pitches in to help bring Wally's vision to life. Claire gives him the keys to her stepdad's lodge. Maddie and Charley morally support Wally as he shops for warm clothes in your size that he can smuggle in his own luggage so you stay in the dark for as long as possible.

Nicole and Rhonda, the unlikeliest of best buds, drag him into The Body Shop and Victoria's Secret—"imagine a romantic bubble bath after skiing all day?" Nicole coos. "Imagine undressing her on a bearskin rug in front of a fire." Rhonda smirks around her new vape.

That's. Really. All the convincing Wally needs to make a dent in the allowance Rodney gives him.

Wally even swallows his pride, puts on his most charming smile, and asks Xavier for his truck. He knows the only reason Xavier agrees is because it's for you, but still, a win is a win. With a general, "hurt her and I'll rip your balls off," from your platonic soulmate, Wally joyfully departs. Tosses the keys in the air and catches them, his chest feeling lighter than it has in decades.

Everything is packed in the truck and ready to go the night before. He called you earlier to impart the vaguest of instructions as to what you should bring, proud of himself for not giving anything away too soon. Even when you asked in that silly-sweet voice, pouting on the screen like a princess, "Please? At least give me a hint!"

No. No hints.

Like a child on Christmas, Wally can barely sleep, he's so excited, but he manages a few hours. Dreams of the world beyond Split River as if he's setting off on some grand adventure and not just driving a 3.5 hour span of state highway.

Tomorrow, Wally will experience a first. Something that was so far out of reach there was no point entertaining it because all it led to was disappointment and regret. Instead there were years upon years of distractions. Mock Trials and obituaries and looking at his feet when he should've looked back.

Wally sometimes wonders if those missed opportunities weren't the yellow brick road that brought him to you. Everyone else walked through The Door with him, but there's no sign of Dawn who crossed over. If Mr. Martin didn't do what he did, Wally might've moved on, and you and he wouldn't exist...

His heart lurches in his chest.

No sense ruminating. You have him. He has you. That's all that matters now. And tomorrow, Wally will have his first real taste of freedom with the only person he wants to share that moment with.

It's going to be perfect.

‗•‗

Wally picks you up just after sunrise. You're grumpy and sleepwarm and, Jesus, Wally loves you. Pouting at him like he's both a menace and your savior. Arms up, lower lip jutted out, a sweet demand of carry me before you slump into his embrace and force him to take your weight. Which he does, easily, big grin on his face as he toddler-carries you to the passenger side of Xavier's truck.

He bundles you in, sets you up with the softest blanket Claire found at Target—Yuri and Ajay not doing their jobs as devil's advocate at all as the cart filled up with Claire's suggestions. Honestly, Wally doesn't care. Especially not after your eyes brighten as you run your fingers over it, wiggling happily in your seat.

"You cozy, babygirl?" He asks as soon as he's behind the wheel and the smile you give him makes him fucking melt.

"You got me a blanket." You state, tucking yourself in more securely; shoes off, feet up, elbow on the console so you can lean over it and kiss Wally's cheek. "Thank you."

Wally blushes, he can't help it, and shrugs as if it's nothing. "I got you a bunch of things, baby," he says as he starts the truck, "Just wait and see. You're gonna feel like a princess, I promise."

You slip your hand into his, fingers laced, and he rests them on your thigh as he drives. Down the street, turn left, continue to the intersection of Main and 4th. Right on 4th, all the way to the end and then left on Pine. Drive until the highway onramp. Now Leaving Split River, We'll Miss You!

Oh God... Wally's heart pounds, blood rushing in his ears. This feels bigger than his first step off school property. Bigger than feeling air in his lungs and a drum in his chest after being hollow for so long.

Somehow, and Wally doesn't know how, you manage to talk him through pulling over, crawling over the console to plant yourself in his lap. Hands cradling his jaw, you press your forehead against his and guide him away from the edge of a panic attack.

"—got you, Wally, I'm right here, you're okay, shh, you're okay..." The steady cadence of your voice sharpens as his breathing regulates. He's holding you like a lifeline, arms fastened around your waist, heaving great gulps of air as he trembles slightly.

"I'm sorry, baby," He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Nuh-uh, no apologies, Wally Clark," You say firmly. There's a lull before you chuckle, gentle and kind, "Hey, this was a lot better than the night you first stepped across the school boundary line, right?"

Fuck, that was a mess. However, Wally wasn't alone when that happened. Charley and Rhonda and Yuri, Mr. Martin and Ajay, Mina, they were all there too, equally as overwhelmed. Rhonda threw up on Quinn's shoes. Charley passed all the way out. Yuri and Ajay were fine, fuck them, but Mina just...screamed. And then laughed. Then cried. Then screamed some more, listening to the sound ricochet off the surrounding buildings in a way it wouldn't have days before The Door.

Wally snorts, "Yeah. Sure," and finally peeks up at you. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks that he realizes belatedly feel damp. Is he crying? Weak. But you aren't judging him, simply gazing at him like he hung the moon; you're perfect person, the man you love most, and Wally's chest swells. "We're out of Split River," Wally croaks.

You beam at him, "We're out of Split River."

Holy fuck. He's out of Split River.

‗•‗

After climbing out of the truck to holler into the ether. To chase each other around the Now Leaving sign. To grab you, spin you around and fall into the grass as you and he laugh and laugh and laugh, Wally finally gets the show back on the road.

Once again, he tucks you into your seat, takes your hand, checks his mirrors and then pulls back onto the highway, the town that raised him then witnessed his death becoming a speck in the background with every mile marker you and he pass.

He lifts your hand, grazes a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes on the road and his mind on you and everything he has planned for this trip. At the halfway point, he stops for gas, shadows you as you browse the aisles for exactly the right snacks. Fondly gazes after you the whole time as you make tough decisions: Nerds or Twizzlers? Cookies or chocolate? Wally, do I want a vanilla or butterscotch pudding with my Oreos? Because that's a normal combination, what?

He's absolutely no help at all, too busy mooning over you as you flutter between the fridge and the chest freezer, babbling about how integral to your mood it is to pick the right snack. To cover for the fact that he isn't paying attention, Wally grabs a bag of marshmallows off one of the shelves when you call him out for not listening.

"These." He says, holding the bag up and then glancing at the graham crackers and Hershey's displayed at eye-level. "Maybe these?"

"You wanna make s'mores in the truck?" You ask, dubious.

"No," Wally saves himself, "Just these," and he jiggles the bag of marshmallows. They're the jumbo kind; the kind he used to bet his cousin Dennis to eat five of in one bite or else he couldn't play Wally's Magnavox Odyssey.

You consider the marshmallows for a moment and then, with a decisive nod, "And hot chocolate."

"And hot chocolate," Wally agrees, following you around the shop to the coffee station.

Wally pays for everything, hip-butting you (carefully, no spills) out of the way when you try to pass the cashier your card. He takes the bag and the tray of hot chocolate and still holds the door open for you with his heel. No fucking way is his princess lifting a finger on her birthday-slash-Wally's-freedom trip.

For every mile, you dip a marshmallow in your hot chocolate—dipping Wally's as well and feeding him, giggling when he nips or sucks the gooey sugar from your fingertips. It's silly and sweet and Wally basks in every second of it. Every second of your off-key singing, your trivia answers, your arguments over which is better, Thunderbirds or Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons.

"You know, I have been catching up on TV shows, right?" Wally laughs, "You can use better examples."

"What's wrong with puppets, Wally? Are you a pupaphobist?"

Wally barks a laugh, "That's not a thing!"

"It definitely is a thing," And you wield your phone, flashing Google as Exhibit A. "So? Are you? Just say it, you hate Jim Henson and everything he stood for."

And it's amazing. It's anything and everything and so much more than Wally could've ever hoped for. Even the quiet intervals when the sugar wears off and the early wakeup call catches up to you; your body curled up in your seat awkwardly just so you can angle yourself right to rest your head on the console and place Wally's hand in your hair.

Adorable little diva.

As you doze, Wally watches the scenery drift by, his lungs expanding more and more with every mile he puts between himself and Split River.

Eventually, he turns off the highway and onto the backroads without you noticing a thing. His fingers card through your hair, trace the shape of your jaw and cheek as he absorbs the softness of the moment and tucks it away behind his ribs. Safe and sound, to be pulled out and cherished when he's alone.

When he parks, he's reluctant to wake you. So, he doesn't. Not immediately. Rather, he spends a few minutes just resting himself, sinking down a little in the driver's seat. Then slants sideways, curls over and around you to kiss your ear, cheek, jaw.

He couldn't dim his smile if he tried, enamored when you protest at first, but then sigh, realize where you are and who you're with before groggily chuckling at Wally's antics.

"Surprise, baby girl," He whispers, letting you sit up so you can take in your surroundings.

The look on your face tells Wally he did a good job. The way you tackle him into the inside of his door and kiss him tells him he's going to have to start planning next year's surprise tomorrow, because, fuck yeah, this is exactly the reaction he's looking for.

Getting out of the truck and staring at Claire's stepdad's lodge; at the trees and the snow and the vast expanse of sky, it hits him again like a ton of bricks.

Holy fuck. He's out of Split River!

‗•‗

He doesn't wait to celebrate. As soon as he closes the door behind him, he reels you in, kisses you deep and hungry while you're only halfway out of your jacket. That's okay, he helps you get it the rest of the way off, along with everything else.

"Let me make you feel good, baby," He whispers against your skin, hands everywhere, his hips rolling into yours as he pins you to the wall beside the door. "Let me show you how much I love you..."

Wally kisses you deep, hungry, groaning into your mouth as he keeps grinding his hard cock against you, fuck, you get him going like nothing else. All you have to do is breathe in his direction and his pants tent.

Heat courses through him, curls tight in his belly and flushes outward to his limbs, God, he needs you. Now. Right fucking now, baby, come on. He carries you to the enormous kitchen island, peels your leggings and panties off and has his lips on you and tongue in you faster than you can cry out his name.

"So sweet, baby," He moans into your pussy, panting, not bothering to breathe in his greed for your taste and pleasure. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you."

He spears his tongue in and out of you before teasing little circles around your clit, his fingers plunging into you in place of his tongue. Wally could do this all day and never get tired; the sounds you make, the way you writhe and beg for him, Jesus, he can't imagine ever wanting anything else.

Cruel, desperate, he doesn't care what you call it, he stops right as you're about to come, shoves his sweatpants just below his balls and drags your hips off the counter to punch his cock into you. His head falls back as soon as he feels you around him, so tight and hot, "Fuck, yes, baby, so good for me."

And he sets a frenzied pace, unable to keep himself in check now that he has you like this. His fingers dig into your lovehandles, your legs hooked over his elbows. He's grunting, you're mewling your pleasure, and Wally about loses it before you do. But he doesn't. He's better than that, fucks you like a beast until you scream and shake and squirt around his cock.

It's game over after that. No way can he hold on, his body tensing, hips grinding, as he spills deep inside you. Carefully, he sits you more firmly on the counter and leans in to kiss you, soft, sated, a little blissdrunk in the afterglow. Bodies pressed together, slowly recovering, Wally strokes the arches of your cheeks with his thumbs and gives you a muzzy smile.

"You're my whole world, you know that?" He tells you and then captures your lips in a kiss that quickly turns heated, "I'll do anything for you, baby." Fuck, he's already getting worked up again, needs more of you, always needs more. "I'll die all over again if you asked me to."

"Wally..." You gasp when he rocks his hips forward, driving his cock back into you.

It's just after sundown before you and he finally check out what's beyond the open kitchen/living room space, the table and couch and ottoman and, shit, bearskin rug fully christened in sweat and come.

You and he jump on the beds with childlike glee, music blaring on speakers that cost more than Rodney's mortgage. Claire explicitly forbade Wally from using the master suite so, taking that into consideration, that's the first bedroom he fucks you in—from behind, driving his hips forward while he pulls you back against him. What? He'll do the necessary laundry.

If he remembers...

‗•‗

After a supper of haphazardly thrown together and grossly microwaved nachos, Wally snuggles you between his legs on one of the Adirondack chairs outside, under a thick blanket and dressed accordingly in the thermals and sweater and fuzzy socks he secretly bought and brought for you.

The fire pit blazes, the stars above twinkle, and the land around is a peaceful kind of dark. Not the ominous, suffocating dark Wally grew accustomed to in the confines of the school. The comfortable silence between you and him is accentuated by the crackle and pop of the fire, the scene so peaceful, Wally has to wonder if he ever experienced any such feeling before.

His arms tighten around you and he presses a kiss to your cheek from behind, watching the flames dance as you lance another marshmallow on your stick.

Tomorrow is your birthday and he intends to take you skiing. Or, when he knows you'll diplomatically decide to trade skis for slippers, he'll bring you back here at noon and spoil you rotten with presents and a homecooked meal; that bubble bath Nicole suggested (thank you, Nicole), and a long night on that bearskin rug (thank you Rhonda).

It's going to be an incredible week, he assures himself. And on Saturday, the others will arrive while he takes you into the resort town to explore so they can set up your big surprise party. Yuri will grill in a t-shirt, and Charley will force everyone to play '90s boardgames he died too soon to play, and Rhonda will make everyone take shots whenever Wally gives you heart eyes just to watch the messiness unfurl.

Claire will probably reprimand him for fucking in her parents' bedroom, but Wally doesn't care. Because it means he celebrated you right. That you and he had fun. That there's evidence of the fact that, for the first time in 40 years, holy fuck, Wally made it out of Split River!

🧁___________fin.____________

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if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Anxiety.

a smutty flashfic explaining how not. clingy. Wally is even when he thinks you're mad at him but won't tell him why.

[anticidic]

89 + fyozai for the spotify wrapped fic ask game?

#89: Nothing Ever Dies — Kamelot

Here we are Under the same old sun All alone yet somehow bound and unified Dust to dust Ashes to ashes won't take long We search for a harbour, somewhere to belong

“Us meeting by chance like this yet again in the same alley—” Fyodor stopped short and blinked with a show of concern, his eyes shifting to the blade of a knife pointed at him.

They were an arm’s length apart. One swipe from Dazai and Fyodor wouldn’t be able to react before it was too late.

Then Fyodor’s features softened, and his frown gave way to a splitting smile. "Not even five seconds after greeting you, you're already so hostile." He held his hands up, but Dazai did not buy the act. Another one of Fyodor's ways of pretending to be concerned about his life being put at risk. A reaction any other person would have.

A reaction that made sense to anyone who wasn't Fyodor. Dazai bared his teeth in a sneer and narrowed his eyes with a burning intent to kill.

"Death is too good for you. Even the deepest pits of hell wouldn't want something like you, Dostoevsky. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. That's why you've been here the last several years wandering Yokohama like a ghost. How miserable and boring."

Snow drifted through the air and fell down around them. Fyodor reached out with a hand to catch some of the flakes in his palm, watching the dust build up and spill over. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing," he said, dumping the snow and looking back up. "As if...you don't know what that feels like yourself. I can think of worse fates, Dazai-kun, like a homeless beggar passing away on the cold ground as the snow piles up."

"You forget people change," Dazai started as he approached, the grip he had on the knife white-knuckled and pointed at Fyodor's chest—right where the heart was, "people get older, people die, we lose a few along the way and meet others. Maybe once I could've agreed with that line of logic of yours that hasn't changed since the day we met." A light smile played on his lips while Fyodor stared back unfazed, maybe plotting a way out of the conversation by way of another sniper gunning down Dazai. But no. No one would be out in this godforsaken weather if they didn't have to be. Only people like him, like Fyodor, were out all hours of the night and through all weathers during the day. "But I don't agree with it now, because I've changed my way of thinking over the years, but you still haven't changed. You're the same Dostoevsky, whether for better...or for worse."

Striking Fyodor down where he stood was too good for him. Even if Dazai's blows carried anger, despair, chaos and Fyodor left the world for good and left him finally, it was not enough. Death was not enough. Nothing would ever be enough. They were alike in many ways, but the mean little light in Fyodor's dead eyes told him this: where Dazai went through the motions waiting to die because he couldn't find anything worth sticking around for, Fyodor wanted death because it would give him the last laugh.

If Dazai killed him, Fyodor won. He was best left alive. Suffering. He wanted to be taken out by someone, and Dazai would not give that to him. He had never seen someone so silently miserable that they made it their life mission to spread it to others like the plague.

Once, maybe when he was fifteen or sixteen and probably not eighteen, Dazai felt the same way. But not now. What looked back at him resembled Fyodor, but Dazai also saw an old piece of himself somewhere in there. And it made his skin crawl.

"Go on," Fyodor said, steps light and airy against the frosted ground. Closer, closer yet. Until the tip of the blade touched his chest and he had a look of dare. Please go on, you know you want to do it. You'd probably feel better getting rid of someone as bad as you. The words went unsaid. But Dazai could hear that taunting voice in the back of his mind. “Your hesitation to kill me when you have the chance strikes me as odd. As if you’re conflicted. Is this also supposed to be one of your changes you went on about? You think yourself a better man now though you know blood as much as I do?”

Something cold brushed against Dazai's fingers and for a moment he thought it was Fyodor grabbing him, but even the subzero temperatures and wind blowing through his hair were warmer than how Fyodor felt. His breaths came out in tiny, white puffs and nothing came from Fyodor. As if he was holding his breath. Or...or could not process the cold because he was even colder than it.

“You’ll die. But you won’t die when you want to, it’ll be when I want you to,, because otherwise what's the fun in it, huh? I'd be disappointed if you let me kill you right here and right now so easily.”

Instead, he put the knife away and walked off. His footsteps faded the more they grew apart until Dazai paused by the alleyway entrance and breathed out quietly. He was no ghost, but he felt equally restless letting Fyodor go this one time. Was it a terrible mistake? Maybe this would’ve been his one shot to end things for good and put another great and terrible part of his past behind him. Perhaps, even death yearned for comfort in the meaningless rituals of the living.

“We’ll both die someday. Your body will be marked by scars and sins people couldn’t forgive you for and you couldn’t forgive yourself for, just like everyone else in this world.”

The words, Fyodor’s confession, his mocking declaration, pierced Dazai’s mind. He flinched. Not from their thousand cuts, but from the bite of the cold lashing against his cheeks.

“What do you suppose will kill you, Dostoevsky?”

A pause.

“God.”

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[ja3ger-the-3ater]

tell me your vore thoughts about junk rat

Oh boy-

So this is gonna be a lot, I hope that's alright. Sorry if it is too long. These are practically short stories.

Here I go-

Ok, to start. In my mind, since I like all of my stuff safe, I'm gonna say that all the radiation that Jamison endured in Australia altered the way his stomach works and he can't digest anything alive or inorganic. He he uses this to eat people and tools for safe keeping. But the only person who knows that he has this ability is Roadhog and maybe a select few others.

Now for the ideas:

Idea #1.

Overwatch gains a new recruit, a sizeshifter that shrinks down to six inches when they get very upset/scared/nervous. But they keep it under wraps, afraid of what would happen if anybody found out. Until one fateful day, they're on the battlefield around a certain chaotic australian who was nearby when they get injured and shrink. Junkrat running and snatching them up, hiding them away from anyone who may have seen whether it be friend or foe, similar to a resource guarding animal. Then suddenly, he gets a bright idea, an ear to ear grin spreading across the junkers face. Eat them. They'll be safe, no one will get to them, and no one will know. He figured it'd be a win-win with the way his tiny teammate was in his hands frantically saying, "No. No. No one is supposed to know." Plus the fact that their injuries put them in grave danger. Quickly shoving them into his maw and swallowing as soon as they hit the back of his throat. Feeling bashfully accomplished with what he just did, but only for a moment. Eyes widening as he heard them panicking, hands shooting to his belly, trying to calm them the best he could while he found a safe space away from the fight. "Heyyy, shhhh. yer okay, yer okay. Ya secrets okay with good ol Jamison. " His plan backfiring when that didn't soothe them, so he continues to talk, trying to get through to them that they aren't in any danger where they are until he can get back to base and let them out away from prying eyes.

Idea #2.

There's a borrower living in the walls of the compound, specifically in Junkrat's wall next to his bed. They only come out to get supplies when the seemingly crazy man is all tuckered out for the night, taking whatever food is left over in his room, never straying far from their home. Borrowing has been successful for almost a year. But it all goes to shit one night when they find a half eaten apple on his nightstand, trying their best to heft it up. Looking over at the man for a split second to make sure he's still asleep, only to see the amber eyes of Jamison Fawkes staring them down. And before they could even think about running off into their hidey hole, he grabbed them up, inspecting them for a moment and then shrugging, bringing them closer to his mouth, but luckily for the borrower he's holding them with his flesh hand so they bite the hell out of it. Narrowly escaping being eaten as he drops them to the floor, huddling in on themselves and fearfully shaking once in the safety of their nest. Refusing to come out for almost two weeks until they have no other choice. Finding some food while he's out of his room, being so focused on eating their find that they don't hear him come in or sneaking up on them. Giving him all the time to pounce, yet again grabbing the tiny humanoid, this time with his prosthetic hand. Doing his signature manic laugh and opening wide, dangling the shrieking borrower overhead and then dropping them in. Devouring his little roommate in one swift motion. The borrower kicks and screams to the point that it upsets his stomach, forcing him to spit them out, leaving him dumbfounded at why it didn't work this time. Roadhog has to tell him,'You're scaring them dumbass, maybe try talking to them before you eat them'. Now Junkrat is starting to do small things to try to slowly gain the borrower's trust. The borrower themself does not want to trust him, but it's easy food, so little by little, they start coming out of their shell. Unaware that he still wants to eat his little friend, and he intends to keep it that way, for now.

Idea #3.

This one's an in battle idea that I had after yesterday's ask.

Moira being the evil bitch she is shrinks down one of the overwatch teammates after finding out a way to genetically do so through her experiments. She is about to eat them herself by throwing them in the air to let them plummet into her mouth. But to her dismay, Junkrat sees this, taking the opportunity to use one of his mines to jump and save his teammate. Snapping them up midair, stealing Moira's 'meal' before running off back to the overwatch base. Said teammate mentally reeling from the event as they are jostled around in the junker's stomach.

Plus, a secret bonus plot:

It's one I'm cooking up with my oc. That is a whole thing, but ik that not many people like oc x canon, so I'll only let that one loose if someone really wants to hear it.

Anyhow, enough of my rambling, and feel free to send ask or add anything if you want :)

[quinloki]

Do you think Marco starts feeling guilty before things escalate with the WBP? He's the doctor, and if anyone is going to pick up on the psychological trauma your time here is getting you, it would be him. The one who can effortlessly tell between a tantrum and a true breakdown. The one who quietly sneaks into your room one night to find you sitting up in bed, wordlessly trembling as you stare blankly ahead of you. Your eyes are wide and empty, ringed by harsh bags. He can see where you've been scratching at yourself, tearing at old scabs, a "bad habit" you'd developed recently. He stares, expecting a reaction. But he gets none. He watches you for awhile, and nothing changes. Calls your name very quietly. Nothing. His hand harshly grips the doorway as a sinking feeling makes a home in his gut. It's almost like a switch is flipped. He wants to call out louder, maybe even go to you, but... he knows you're very likely to have a volatile reaction to having your little "trance" broken, and while they have many ways of dealing with you when you act up, seeing you like this just... it's wrong. You aren't in control, so it wouldn't be fair... but he can't help but think of every other time you've been punished for being scared, for saying no, for trying to have any sort of boundaries. He finds himself leaving, closing the door gently, before rushing off to Thatch. He needs to talk to the others about two main things: first, more sedatives, so you'll actually sleep. Second is to ease up on... almost everything else, really. They might be reluctant but he's the doctor. He knows best, and knows the health angle is his best shot at reaching them anyway.

oooooooooooooooooooh

OOOOOOOHOOOOOOO

OMG No, but that's great - that's - it makes sense too, and like

Man

Imagine:

Teach stabs Thatch (alive, dead, doesn't matter) - that act has the entire crew in an uproar. Ace is dead set on getting revenge and he splits, and maybe Marco convinces Izou to go after him.

Thatch is touch and go, it's hard to say if he'll make it, if Ace dies hunting down Teach, you'll take the losses hard. Marco would go, but with Thatch out there's only one person to wrangle Pops' for the nurses. Just to make sure the kid comes back alive.

Marco then starts to work with the nurses and gets you on a plan to help undo some of the damage he and the other three did. Man's on his knees with the nurses begging for help. Guilt has flipped this man 180 and he needs to do what he can to make it right.

He can't smuggle you off the ship or kick you off, you're in no condition to take care of yourself if he does. He might as well just kill you himself if he's going to be that cruel.

Thatch doesn't make it, there's nothing Marco or the nurses could've done. Teach was just too skilled and too ruthless. Izou and Ace are off-ship trying to track him down, and Marco's practically running himself into an early grave - he's doing all his duties and doing everything he needs to do to help the nurses help you.

He'll sit as far from you in a room as he can, talking through what he did, why, and why he won't ever do it again. About how he'll fight Izou and Ace if he has to. How sorry won't do anything to fix it, but he swears he'll never cross another boundary again. He knows what most of them are, and you can tell him more.

The only thing he can't do right now is leave you alone, but once you're recovered, once the nurses say you're clear, he'll see to it that you're taken anywhere you want. You can even stay on the ship and he won't let anyone do anything to you.

Then Ace is caught, Izou nearly dies. His recovery keeps him out of the Marineford war, but it also keeps him away from you. After the payback wars, Marco keeps his word. Anywhere you want to go, anywhere at all. He'll make sure you have money enough to get settled and he'll never tell a soul.

And maybe you've seen it.

The honest change. The exhaustion. The sorrow. The way he's honored every boundary, every request. Maybe you've heard him arguing with Izou on the matter.

Maybe you're not even sure exactly why, and maybe it feels weird, but you tell him you want to go where he goes. If you change your mind he can take you somewhere else, but for now, you just want to go where he's going.

He'll spend the rest of his life doing his best, he promises.

And you believe it.

and it's true.

[hadesbullshit]

since you asked about kendrick and drake!

cw for misogyny/misogynoir, pedophilia, sex trafficking

gonna need to split this into two parts bc tumblr won't let me put more than 10 images in the ask

first of all i want to say that i've always hated drake and loved kendrick so this whole thing is making me so happy lmao. drake really shouldn't have gone after a pulitzer winning poet 💀

important to note bc it comes up again later: drake hid the fact that he had a son and the only reason we know he has one is bc pusha t called him out for lying about having a kid during a rap battle

anyway here we go:

okay so essentially, drake and kendrick met, drake asked kendrick to open for him on tour. then kendrick featured drake on his next album. all this was waaaaaayy back in 2011. then in like 2013 kendrick was featured on big sean's song control right and he disses a bunch of rappers, drake included. nobody really cares bc like. that happens all the time and they're still friends yk lmao. EXCEPT drake who gets all butthurt, but who cares.

so fast forward to this past october, drake released a new album, and on one of the songs he features j. cole, who refers to himself, drake, and kendrick as "the big three", as in they're like the three best rappers currently. then, in march, kendrick is featured on future's song "like that" and he says "motherfuck the big three, it's just big me".

then on april 19th, drake drops two diss tracks. the first one is "push-ups" which is just a general diss, and the second one was posted on instagram and was called "taylor made freestyle" where he disses kendrick for featuring on her song bad blood and also says kendrick probably won't respond to his diss track for another week so that he doesn't have to compete with the drop of taylor's new album. the part that REALLY pissed me off personally was that the second of the two opens with a verse using AN AI IMITATION OF TUPAC (the fucking nerve of this guy), and the following verse was an ai imitation of snoop dogg (which says a lot bc why did he have to use ai??? snoop's still alive ??? he could have just featured him ????? 💀). that song had to be taken down from instagram within hours because tupac's estate threatened legal action bc he didn't get consent to do an ai imitation of him.

this is where it starts to get interesting. on april 30th, kendrick responded with a track called euphoria. my personal favorite part was when he responded to drake's allegation that he'd wait to release a response so he wouldn't compete with taylor swift by saying, "y'all think all my life is rap? that's hoe shit, i got a son to raise, but i can see you don't know nothing about that". he also calls him out for never talking about black issues, putting on a fake accent when he raps, trying to act like he's tough (he grew up as a privileged kid in the canadian suburbs and was a child star), using ai in taylor made, etc. he also says drake shouldn't have any right to say the n word anymore (not bc he's biracial, but bc of his misogynoir and the fact that he essentially profits off of US gang culture and stereotypes while not having any experience in that community or ever saying anything about black issues or struggles). here's some of the lyrics:

then, on may 3, kendrick released a second (very short) response called "6:16 in la" where he alleges that drake's team is leaking information to him and saying that drake deserves to be taken down (OVO is drake's label).

so may 4, drake dropped another response called "family matters", baselessly claiming that kendrick abuses his wife, saying he doesn't actually care about his son because he doesn't take many pictures with him (??), and claiming kendrick only talks about black issues to be performative (he said something along the lines of "you rap like you're trying to free the slaves" or smth)

Genuinely thanks bv I had like a vague idea of who drake was (someone who had smth to do with music?) but I’d never heard of Kendrick before

[melishade]

Hello.

Haven't looked at Predaking for a long time. I wonder what his conversation with Papa Megs looked like after all this. It would be nice to see him interact with some of the scouts as well. I have a feeling he'd get along with Sasha, Armin or Connie

Previous Episode of the Deity Timeline

Pilot Poll Open until next Sunday

Well it has been a while.

So after Predaking and Kenshin return and Emperor Taisho chews out his son for going to the island without his knowledge, hell he even scolds Predaking like a child Predaking retorts by saying it was his choice Kenshin explains that because of Predaking, they need to do some 'monthly check in' to ensure that both sides are keeping their word.

First time they meet up, it's on Hizuru's land out of Emperor Taisho request (Because his son was on Paradis Island and both he and Katsuko nearly had a heart attack over it). And it's quite tense. They still get the energon and split it as promised; the percentage had to go up to 40% due to Predaking's presence in Hizuru and they need to find a way to accommodate for him.

Second time, there is a meet-up, it's on Paradis island and Predaking takes Kenshin with him. There's understandable tension between the Autobots and Predaking, specifically with Wheeljack, and Megatron was no where to be seen (coward). But Predaking couldn't help but notice that Kenshin was making direct contact with Optimus Prime. They two appeared to be exchanging letters with one another before they left. Predaking couldn't help but ask why he did that. Optimus might be fighting for the side of the humans, but he not exactly a good person. His people were responsible for the death of the Predacons. Kenshin reasons that he wants to create allies, not enemies. He thinks it's better to see a world where Hizuru can work with Paradis like before. And what's so wrong about that?

Kenshin advises Predaking to try to get acquainted with the Survey Corps, which Predaking immediately shuts down. He was not going to lower himself to working with humans, especially humans working with Optimus and Megatron!

Kenshin: You're working with us.

Predaking: You are an exception that meets the bare minimum.

Kenshin, sarcastically: I feel so honored.

Kenshin pleads with him to just try, but Predaking huffs, transforms into beast mode, and turns away in response. Kenshin replies along the lines of "God my ass. You're a toddler." Next time the monthly meet up happens, it's on Hizuru's turf, actually near Predaking's cave where he's decided to rest. As Wheeljack and Hanji are talking with the Emperor, Kenshin decides to sneak away to see Predaking, gaining the attention of the 104th and causing them to follow. They are spying on them in the trees and they just see Kenshin trying to convince a beast mode Predaking to just try to interact with the Survey Corps. Predaking just huffs and turns his neck in response, causing Kenshin to say he's a toddler.

Unfortunately, one of them steps on a twig, alerting Predaking and it causes him to nearly burn them all alive, but Kenshin has to get in the way once he realizes that it's the 104th. Predaking calms down but is still eyeing them with suspicion and decides to remain in beast mode, but the fact that he hasn't left has given Kenshin some hope. But Predaking is only staying because he spots Mikasa in the crowd and he's still trying to figure out what makes her so special.

But he does listen to them talk amongst themselves. Kenshin is taking the food from Predaking's offering shrine and handing it to them since he's not going to eat it. And he sees the way that the 104th act like they've never had something like that before. Predaking learns that the food in the Walls is not very diverse, even when food wasn't scarce. And Predaking...is finding himself listening to the struggles of the Paradisians. How they were hated for something that they didn't do...how they were betrayed by people they trusted and had taken active part in harming them? He felt...empathetic. He still didn't speak to them as Kenshin took them back, but he couldn't help but notice the way they kept looking back at him.

Predaking starts to become interested in the situation regarding the people of Paradis. And how they were betrayed by the Warriors in Marley. He had heard through chatter that Marley was engaged in a war with the Middle Eastern Alliance. And the titans were considered the most powerful beings on this world. Maybe he should check it out for himself. Later that night, he flaps his wings and flies high in the sky, wanting to see these supposed Warriors himself.

(Predaking is a little bit tricky to make interactions with the people of Paradis simply due to the fact he has what he needs in Hizuru and the fact that the Autobots and Megatron are aligned with them. It would cause him to be closed off from them and more cautious. Well that's all I have for now.)

[p-taryn-dactyl]

guys guys guys!!! I need your help deciding which book/novel idea to continue writing!!! I'll give either a synopsis or excerpt of each one and then there'll be a poll!! I would love to complete my childhood dream of writing a book and this would help me so much!! (it's kinda long tho so I apologize)

!!ALL WRITING AND IDEAS BELOW ARE MINE!! Please do not steal or post to other platforms!

idea #1: The Confessor

(this will contain 'spoilers' for the book/I took out the killers name tho)

Main Character: Eliza Clarke

Bad Guy/Killer: “I am The Confessor”

Main plot:

“The Confessor” is hired by many of societies elite (ie. billionaires, high profile lawyers, surgeons, CEOs of giant companies) to take care of their problems [a pregnant mistress, a source who holds information they would rather not be shared, an older brother with ties to the inheritance, etc.] 

One by one, methodically, a person on The Confessor's list goes missing, until their bodies are found either in their house, a church yard, or a pool

he uses torture/killing techniques used during the 1500-1700 Witch Trials to kill the suspects

With each body found, there is a note written in old English “I am The Confessor”

No evidence is found at the places where the bodies reappeared, as they were moved, and no evidence can be found on the bodies as their skin/nails/hair have been cleaned with high acting soap that can be found at any grocery store, plus they are found with the last outfit they were seen in, washed/sterilized with a rip down their backs (indicating their bodies were searched for the “mark of the devil”

The Confessor stops his killings as the last of his list dwindles down but after a year of these murders being cold cases, he starts up again: this time, on an actual hunt for those who deal with the devil

For the year of the cases being cold, a junior in college, Eliza Clarke who’s major is history and her hobby is “investigative” journalism (She reads case files and reacts to them), follows the case and any updates

One night, while her friends are partying, she has the files spread out on her floor (her older step brother takes photos for the police and once a case goes cold he has permission to release pictures to private investigators) and figures out how similar the murders are to renaissance witch trials (1500-1700)

(I have more notes on this but I don't want to give too much away)

idea #2: 'unnamed book'

excerpt:

Everyone speaks of that moment before death where your life flashes before your eyes. Some say you’ll relive every memory with such clarity that you truly do not know if you’re alive or in the feeble moment before the end. Others say it’s a split second, where you watch from a third person perspective, your memories a movie.  Both are wrong. The moment before you die, there is no flash of memories, no reliving every moment. Only silence as your body realizes it’s coming to an end. But then comes the panic. Your mind starts to go into overdrive, thinking this can’t be the end. Yes, you do remember a few key moments of your life, fueling your will to survive. You call out, begging for a second chance, begging to have more time.  Normally, the pleas fall on deaf ears, their last breaths passing through their lips, their body going still.  But sometimes, someone hears the pleas of the fallen.  And answers. 

if you're still here, thank you!! please vote on the poll!!

(note: even if one wins way more than another, I will probably write it someday and this is not an invitation to steal ideas 😁)

[alicerosejensen]

How would Leon react if he found out his girlfriend got into a serious accident? (Ex: car accident, injured at work, school, etc)

Leon would have a heart attack. End. 😅

But let's be a little serious. I love headcanons, but I write full-fledged texts only in my native language. So here are some more headcanons on this topic.

Perhaps some angst. The reader suffered greatly and did not regain consciousness for a long time.

I just listening to "I Monster - who is she?" on repeat in a slow version. Now I associate her with Leon and his girlfriend from college. I love the excessive suffering of characters in fanfiction, so as my friends say: We eat glass!

Enjoy.

- "Anything can happen to me! You can't always be ready for something! I can go outside and any accident can happen: a car accident, a maniac! Yandere, a stone will fall on my head... anything, Leon!"

Before the accident

Leon hates to think that something could happen to you. Sometimes he guards you too fiercely, trying to prevent any possible incident.

He asks you to be extremely careful, but you never take his words seriously because you did not see what he saw.

Do you like to tease him? "If I die, will I be the most beautiful dead person?" or "Will you sit on my grave when I die?"

If you tease him too much about this, he will raise his voice sharply and tell you to stop.

Leon will remind you to buckle up when you're sitting in the car. Even if you're sitting in the passenger seat! Just fasten the fucking seat belt and don't argue with him.

You don't take death seriously, considering that you are still too young to think about such things. Instead, you just enjoy life sometimes preferring the extreme. Bungee jumping? It would be better if Leon didn't know about it.

He had seen enough pain and death because of his work. Raccoon City has left a scar on him forever, so he wants you to spend your time safe and careful (no matter with people, transport or anything else)

Perhaps luck decided to turn away from you when a truck drove into you while you were sitting in the passenger seat of a car. You were turned over twice with the driver (he died).

Before you fell into the darkness, you were in pain. Very. It seems that a couple of moments before the accident, you wrote another stupid message to Leon, but now your phone is smashed to pieces, and blood flows from your head and runs down your face.

In the hospital (If reader survived)

Leon will be rant and rave to be allowed into your hospital room. This person will literally go crazy until they tell him about your condition, and God save the doctor if he tells him that there is little chance of survival.

If he saw you covered in blood and unconscious while the doctors were taking you to the operating table, then his heart will definitely stop for a couple of seconds. Leon will run after you until the paramedics stop him.

He'll remember all your fucking jokes about your death, which will put him on edge. He probably would have been sent home, but damn it, he won't leave until he sees you awake.

You can't die! You can't leave him alone in this world! He loves you so much and needs you.

Leon feels his arms and legs tremble with uncertainty. He is afraid that at any moment they will come to him and say that his beloved is gone.

Before his eyes, you are still in bloodstained clothes and a broken head.

He had deep bags under his eyes again.

Leon is ready to give anything just to keep you alive.

When a nurse comes up to him and says that you can be visited (have pity on him) Leon will jump out of his seat just to see and hear your voice.

Are you worried about your appearance after the accident? Bruises, stitches on the face, a split lower lip? Believe me, the last thing Leon will care about is your beauty and the condition of a broken manicure. He almost died when he found out about the accident, so he's only afraid that you're still in pain.

Don't even think about turning your back on him! Leon won't let you do it anyway. Kennedy does not know how to touch you properly so as not to harm you after all the injuries, but he will seek the help of a nurse so that she shows him how to take care of you properly.

He will take a leave of absence to take care of you while you are in the hospital.

Absolutely you will not be able to dissuade him from doing this. You hate feeling so weak in front of him, but Leon, on the contrary, does not understand your resistance. His loved one needs help and he will provide it!

If necessary, he will carry you to the toilet on his hands.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of!" - be embarrassed as much as you want, but your boyfriend will not leave you alone. You, like any living person, have the basic needs of the body, so Leon does not feel any disgust. Baby, I'm sure he'll wash you without a problem if you need help with this.

He will scold you if you don't rest enough or try to do something yourself despite injuries.

Leon S.Kennedy is not a hairdresser (but I'm sure he spends at least 30 minutes in the morning styling his hairstyle), however, he will try to put your hair in order. Make a ponytail or a bun? He really tries, in the end you can always turn on the video how to do it correctly and accurately.

Flowers and gifts are constantly lying by the hospital bed.

When you are finally discharged, then get ready for an hour-long safety lecture from Leon S. Kennedy, and no escape will not work. You will obediently sit and listen.

No more jokes about death!

Leon doesn't care about your scars. He will gently take your face in his palms and kiss each of them, but if you are very complex because of them, then after full recovery and rehabilitation, you can think about how to fix this matter with the help of cosmetology.

He will pay for everything, just smile again.

After the accident, this person will take even more care of you. He's had enough shocks! You almost left him alone in this fucking world, so he needs to know that his woman is okay and safe.

I think there will be at least one night when Leon will turn you around to face him when you are lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just hold you with all his strength to himself for a couple of moments forgetting about all the bruises. He will bury his nose in your neck, and it will last so long until you feel the moisture from his tears on your skin. Leon will cry, probably quietly, because he almost lost you and the worst thing is that nothing depended on him. Just let him do it. Tell him how much you love him and stroke his head while his fingers hold you tightly by the waist pressing you to the mattress.

Don't you dare leave me, angel! God, I thought I'd never be able to see you again… I love you so much if you would leave…I couldn't go on living. I need you so much.

Your his shirt was wet from his tears.

If the reader is dead

The first thing you need to know is that his world collapsed with your death.

Hannigan or one of your relatives could have called him to tell him about the accident.

If you were alive when you arrived at the hospital, then Leon would have rushed there to you right away. The scenario of his anxiety has not changed much.

However, if due to a traumatic brain injury you fell into a coma (from which you subsequently went straight to the next world), then some part of Leon was still hoping for a favorable outcome.

When he would have been allowed to see you, he would have looked at your scars and abrasions endlessly holding your hand. "God definitely hates me," he might have thought, quietly shedding tears knowing that you might not wake up.

While you were in a serious condition, he brought you fresh flowers, read your favorite novels, even if he thought they were really stupid, and put headphones on you with a quiet melody from your playlist. Leon hoped to the last that you would open your eyes.

But on the fifth day, you still died without regaining consciousness despite all the attempts of doctors to save your life.

Life is not a book or a movie. Leon didn't hear your last "I love you" or any of your words. He was left with only the messages that you wrote to him that night in the car before you were hit.

Which he didn't have time to answer.

A huge part of him is irretrievably dead. The loss of a loved one is not like everything he felt before. He really went to hell.

Why did this happen? He so protected you from any misfortune, but evil fate still overtook the one he loved.

Leon drowns his pain from loss in alcohol. The endless bottles all over the apartment would have made Claire stumble when she came to visit him.

For God's sake, he doesn't want to go to your funeral! He just can't stand it, because right now he wants to shoot himself, just not to live without your voice.

Claire noticed a loaded pistol on the table next to him.

It was a fucking accident. A drunk driver who crashed into a passenger car (taxi) in which you were sitting.

-"Why her? Out of a billion people, why her?!"

It is unknown how, but Leon was able to find the strength to come to your funeral after all. Your coffin is open to those who want to say goodbye to you one last time, but all Leon wants is to lie down there next to you. He just wants to hug you and kiss you with the hope that you will reciprocate, although he knows that this will never happen.

Tears run down his cheeks when he looks at you dead: really beautiful. Your relatives took care to hide the traces of a car accident. Leon touches your cold hand to remember for the last time what your skin feels like.

No, he doesn't have the strength to sit on your grave. However, Leon will regularly bring flowers there and brush away fallen leaves from the tombstone.

You 're gone forever.

"Is the little teaser happy with herself?" - He asks you, knowing he won't get an answer. He just stares blankly at the sky, hoping that you can hear him. - "I hope you have a good time there, because I miss you. You can't even imagine how much I miss you."

He won't be able to remove your things from his apartment for a long time.

You have to become an angel. Leon wants to think that's how you're still looking out for him. He is not a religious person and does not believe in God, but he loved you and continues to love you.

Sometimes he hears your voice, which puts him in a stupor. What if everything that happened before turns out to be just a long nightmare, and now he wakes up in the same bed with you? But he looks around and sees only an empty apartment that has been in need of cleaning for a long time.

When his longing becomes too strong, he takes out your things, trying to remember the scent of your body. He doesn't want to forget you so much.

Your picture is still on his bedside table. Even after many years.

Just know that your death means years of depression and alcohol for Leon. He hates himself that you died leaving him and he's alive.

"Just take me to your place, princess. I'm tired."

You are definitely a little scoundrel! Sometimes when Leon is too drunk, he thinks that you could have done it on purpose to hurt him. Just so those stupid jokes about death turn out to be true.

But he doesn't hate you. you will always remain his love.

However, now his desire to die is stronger than ever before, and he really hopes to see you alive, and not just in his drunken stupor

[tofunabia]

can i request where gn!reader is manipulative, and it caught chishiya attention so he decided to use them but fall inlove instead? anyways pls stay hydrate!! thanks for ur work :))

Here's your request! I'm sorry if it left a cliffhanger; I'll split this into four parts. I also wanted to thank you for your lovely request. You can read the first and second part now.

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You're Just Like Me (Part One)

You are part of the militants. So, you're friends with some of the executive members of the beach, like Hatter, Mira, and particularly Aguni.

Aguni resembles you as his sister, even if you're not blood-related. He always wants to protect you. That's why you're under his watch. He understands that you can handle yourself without his help, but he still offers you his service.

You remembered the night he protected you from one of his men named Niragi. Niragi held your waist without your permission and flirted with you. Not even a second has passed; Aguni immediately snatched you and started to beat the shit out of him.

After that incident, you realize how Aguni is serious with his words. All this time, you thought he was joking, but he proved you wrong. You were also thankful because Niragi never attempted to harass you again.

Aguni also saved your life before. If it weren't for him, you would probably be a rotting corpse lying in the street by now.

"Have you eaten yet?" you saw Aguni walking towards you and sitting beside you.

You shook your head in disagreement. "I just woke up," you said while yawning.

"I thought so. Here eat this." Aguni showed you the food he brought, and you accepted it.

"Thank you," you smiled at him and started to eat.

"I have to tell you something," he looked at you.

"What is it?"

"Hatter and I will go to a game tonight; Niragi and Takatora will come with us too,"

"Without me?"

Aguni nodded his head slowly. He noticed that the news changed your expression. "I really want you to come with us, but Hatter said, and it was between him and me, and he also said that it needed to be kept private and confidential."

"Are you mad?" Aguni asked.

You shook your head in disagreement. "No,"

"You sure?"

You hummed in response and continued to eat the food he gave you.

Aguni sighed in dismay. He's always confused by your actions and responses towards him because he doesn't understand if you're mad at him.

"Before I forget, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

You looked at him curiously.

"Be careful with a guy named Chishiya,"

"C-Chishiya? Who's that?" you questioned.

"The blonde-haired man wearing a white hoodie and always present in the meetings? Haven't you met him yet?"

"No,"

Aguni gave you a head pat and stood up. "Never let your paths get crossed. Avoid him if you can. Take care of yourself, okay? I'll be back as soon as I can. You better be still alive." you chuckled at his last line and nodded at him.

He stole one more glimpse before ultimately leaving the room. It was always like this, Aguni is always different whenever you're two alone. Yes, people at the beach might think differently and not believe his actions towards you, but it's true. Aguni has a soft personality behind his displayed persona.

You wished that you could go with them. Staying at the beach alone bores you, especially when your only friend is Kuina, and she's always nowhere to find.

What you ate earlier wasn't enough, so you immediately stood up and left the room. While walking, you're thinking about where you will go. The cafeteria on the beach is always crowded with people constantly, and imagining yourself in that scenario makes you ick.

Aha! You can find something to eat in The Bar. You remembered that the foods were delicious when you first went there with Aguni. And, of course, you can probably be in the mood to drink some alcohol too.

You hopped inside the elevator and pressed the 6th-floor button. The elevator was about to close when a blonde-haired man rushed inside the elevator, too.

Holy cow. Is this the guy who's Aguni talking about earlier? How could this happen? There are so many elevators on the beach. Why would he choose this? You should've taken the stairs if you knew this would happen.

The elevator shut itself, and you saw Chishiya's reflection in front of you. He's wearing a white hoodie with a plain white shirt inside. He's also wearing summer trunks and a pair of slippers.

You heard the man cough. Did he catch you eyeing him?

You slowly looked at him, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you. You both made eye contact and were the first to break it. You gulped hard and started shaking.

The elevator began running, and it was pure silence inside until you heard the man beside you start to whistle.

"Can you please stop that?" you kindly asked him.

"Stop what?"

"Your whistles,"

"It's too quiet in here. I can't help it."

"Just stop,"

You silently prayed that the elevator would open so you could get out. You can't handle the tension between you and Chishiya. And to your surprise, your prayers have been answered.

The elevator eventually opened. And Before you left, Chishiya grabbed your right wrist.

"W-What are you doing?" you asked him and tried to get your wrist back, but his grip was too hard.

"It's Chishiya," after he said that, he immediately removed his grip on your wrist. You were confused, and when you looked back at him, the elevator door started to close.

But before the door closed, you saw how Chishiya playfully smirked at your reaction and waved his hand at you.

What just happened? Did he just introduce himself to you?

You're Just Like Me (Part Two)

You were still in shock after meeting Chishiya. You can't explain what you felt, Especially when he grabbed by your wrist earlier.

You slowly walked inside The Bar and saw Kuina drinking in the corner. You approached her, and she looked surprised when she saw you. She embraced you with her arms and invited you to the table where she was sitting.

Finding Kuina on The Beach is like playing a hide-and-seek game. She's very good at hiding, and you're a lousy seeker.

You can describe Kuina as your best friend, and she's the only one you trust besides Aguni. You two met each other in a game when she saved you, and the rest is history. She was wearing her bikini top and skinny jeans at the bottom.

"How are you doing? I missed you so much," she asked while still hugging you.

You chuckled at her actions. She is very clingy and touchy (not in a sexual way) when it comes to you; she also knew you don't like physical touch, but when you told her on her birthday that she was an exception, you can never forget her reaction.

"I-I can hug you now?" she asked while tears started to pour in her eyes.

You wiped her tears and nodded. You saw how happy Kuina and she rushed to hug you so tight after you said that. You can hear her silent sobs, and she says, "This is the best birthday gift."

There's a sudden change in Kuina's mood when she notices your right wrist. You also looked at it, and to your surprise, it had formed a purple bruise already.

Kuina darted her eyes at you with a "What happened to that" expression.

"I met him,"

"Who's him?"

"Your friend,"

"Chishiya?"

You nodded while taking a shot of tequila.

"What? When? Is Chi the one who did this to you?"

"Uhuh. We met at the elevator earlier, Ina. I think your friend accidentally gripped my wrist too hard when he introduced himself to me."

Kuina hissed. "That jerk! I will kill him!"

"Calm down," you said, but you couldn't help to laugh at her reaction.

"Stop laughing at me," she said while pouting her lips.

You laughed at her and calmly explained that it was no big deal.

You saw how she looked away from you. She's being stubborn again because you're defending the guy who hurt you. You knew that Chishiya and her were close friends, but she doesn't tolerate his wrongdoings.

She finally quit being stubborn and offered you the food she was eating, and you gladly took it. You told her why you were left alone here, and she silently listened.

After some time, you felt someone was watching you, but you chose not to look after it.

Little did you know, Chishiya was the one who was silently watching you from afar, smirking at himself while listening to your conversation. He attached a small microphone to the back of your leather jacket earlier. When he grabbed you by your wrist earlier, it distracted you; that's when he put the tiny microphone on your back while you were still in shock.

He intentionally rode that elevator with you because he was planning something to do. He's after the cards, and only the executive members and some militants have access. That's why his plan will only work if he can manipulate you by doing it.

Chishiya wants to manipulate you because he wants to. He sees Aguni as a threat to his plan, but you aren't. He assumes that you're just like your friend Kuina, who's easy to use and can be drawn by your feelings quickly. He thinks that you're an easy target to attack.

After hours of drinking, you finally waved your goodbyes to Kuina. You're already drunk and tired; While walking, you feel someone is following you.

"Someone was watching me earlier, and now it's following me? How great." you thought to yourself and looked back but saw no one. You continued to walk and felt the footsteps again. To your annoyance, you said,

"Whoever you are, just come out,"

You waited a minute, and you didn't know that it was Chishiya.

He smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Hello."

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms. "Why are you following me?"

He just smiled and walked past you. You decided to follow him so you couldouldn get a direct answer. He stopped when he realized you were following him, so he turned his back on you.

"Why are you following me now?"

Your eyebrows met in confusion. You were so confused but decided to join his trick.

You shrugged your shoulder and walked past him just like he did to you. You heard him laugh and stopped you by grabbing your right wrist again.

"Copying me, huh? I like that you're acting just like me."

His grip hurt you a bit because it had already formed a bruise. Chishiya noticed how you reacted to it and saw the bruise too. He instantly removed his grip on your wrist. Chishiya leaned himself and whispered something to your ear,

"I assume you're alone," you heard as he took a deep breath before continuing, "I want you to visit my room later, at midnight; it's beside Kuina's. I'll treat your bruise as a compromise. I'll be waiting for you."

You were stunned and realized Chishiya had already left you alone in the hallway. Aguni told you not to let your path with Chishiya get crossed, but right now? You got invited to Chishiya's room.

You finally got to your room and threw yourself at your bed. You checked the clock beside you and found that you still had hours left before midnight. Taking a rest was your only option because what just happened between you and Chishiya was starting to stress you out.

[shortestcake]

SAFE AND SOUND

Pairing: Vi x reader

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: princess

Genre: light angst+fluff

Summary: Vi is apart of the firelights, she downplays what's going to be a long and hard mission, as not to worry you. Yet it ends up having the opposite effect

// mention of injury

"I'll be back soon, sweets."

'"Soon" my ass', you murmured quietly, repeating your girlfriends words in your head while folding laundry.

As much as you wanted to be furious with her for hiding how dangerous this mission truly was, most of your anger was just to mask your worry.

You knew that her taking up a job like this would occasionally have such events, you at home, waiting for her to come back, every second spent not knowing if she was even still alive or not.

But that didn't mean you shouldn't be upset, she lied.

Continuing to fold both of your clothes, you felt your body freeze, just for a split second. Now holding one of her many hoodies, one that she wore inside the house almost daily- even washed it smelled like her.

You bit your lip, contemplating, you had been dating for almost a year now, this was normal couple stuff, right?

Wearing each others clothes should be perfectly fine! Especially in these conditions.

After about a minute of debating yourself, you slowly dressed the hoodie over your shirt, loving how much it reminded you of her.

It fit loosely around your frame, you finally felt somewhat grounded after almost 3 days without knowing about Vi's condition. Maybe you didn't feel completely at ease, but the familiar feeling the hoodie gave you was enough to soothe you to sleep.

You fell asleep on the couch, exhausted from all of your sleepless nights and busy days, seeing as doing every chore around the house was the only way to keep your brain preoccupied with thoughts that weren't Violet, you haven't gotten much rest.

Violet creeped the door open, slowly, as not to possibly awake you- which was logical thinking, considering it was nearly 2am.

Quietly, she took off her heavy gauntlets, placing them where you'd both keep your shoes.

Exhausted, Violet walked into you shared bedroom, after everything she just wanted to pass out with you in her arms.

But, to her very unpleasant surprise, you weren't sound asleep in bed, you weren't even in your bedroom.

Groaning, the pink haired woman stepped into the hallway- wondering where you were. She knew you weren't in the kitchen or bathroom, the lights would've been on if that were the case.

Vi walked into the living room, the only other place, inside your house, that you could be at.

And there you were, sleeping on the couch. She chuckled to herself- no reason behind it, other then being glad she gets to see you again.

She stepped closer to your calm frame, resting her hands against your cheeck, and fuck you're wearing her hoodie. Suddenly she felt guilty for lying to you, she just didn't want you to worry, like you always do.

The mission wasn't even that dangerous, worst part was how long it was, she barely got hurt.

Deciding to spare you of backpains- and herself of another night without your cuddles- Violet picked you up and carried you to where you should've been in the first place.

You woke up, you slowly stretched your limbs, or tried to at least. You quickly took notice of the two strong arms wrapped around you, two strong arms you'd recognize in any state.

Realization dawned over you and you- once again, tried, to sit up right- only managing to turn your body enough to face her, the one person who held all of your affection.

This was really annoying, you wanted to be angry- you really did! But you already felt your eyes start to water at not only your girlfriends presence, but also her condition.

She was with you, and she was safe.

You let out a shaky sigh, blinking your tears away and squeezed your arms out of their cage, letting your hands cradle the resting woman's face.

Soon after you started circling your thumb over her cheeck tattoo, Vi blinked her eyes open. A soft smile gracing her features, one only you got to see.

"Mornin' princess" she mumbled, positioning her arms impossibly tighter around you.

You didn't respond, only glaring at her.

Which, combined with how delicately you were holding her face, in any other situation would've made her chuckle, now however, she knew she messed up.

She sighed, letting her forehead rest against yours, "'M sorry sweets, I should've told you"

"Yeah, you should've", you let your eyes roam her body, she didn't seem to have many injuries, it also seemed like she managed to clean herself before coming home last night.

Violet brushed her nose against yours, before kissing it softly, rubbing her hands in small circles on your back.

Your eyes met hers again, eyebrows furrowing, "Why?" although clearly laced with hurt, your question was genuine.

"I just didn't want you to worry..." She whispered, still rubbing your back.

"And you didn't think dissapearing for days on end would worry me?" At this, she looked defeated, she knew it was wrong from the beginning.

You searched her eyes, you knew you couldn't stay mad at her. She was just trying to look out for you, even if her attempt had the opposite affect.

Barely a moment later you moved until your head was against her chest and your arms embracing her, as hers were you.

"Please, just... next time tell me" you spoke quietly, too filled with relief to continue being angry.

"I will, I promise" She kissed the top of your head, soft repetitive pecks were being placed on any spot she could reach.

Now that you were finally together, safe and sound, you could rest peacefully in each others arms.

[sweetdreamsshifter]

Grudges - Chapter Three (Stolen Silence)

Newt Scamander x Fem!Magizoologist!Reader

A/N- The story is (hopefully) moving forward now!! Went a lil crazy in this chapter, but I hope that I can continue to release these lengthier chapters as I get further along! Enjoy! :D

Word Count- 3,041

Warnings- creeper pushing Y/N into uncomfortable situations

Y/N = Your Name

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The day had passed and the team was ready to enact their first plan. They were to split into three couples: Tina and Queenie, Jacob and Theseus, and Y/N and Newt. Tina and Queenie would leave first to scout out the market and report to Jacob and Theseus if they discovered it was happening. The boys would then alert Newt and Y/N if they found anything by ordering a gin rickey, if nothing, an old fashioned. Then, Newt and Y/N would meet Tina and Queenie on the dance floor to relay any information they needed to know before they tried to enter. If Y/N and Newt made it in, the rest would stay behind and wait for action. If they were forced to leave, they would wait by the building across the street, and Jacob would be apparated home.

"Remind me why I agreed to be her partner." Newt asked Jacob a few hours before they all left. Any second thoughts about Y/N's personality were immediately thrown from Newt's brain when he'd accidentally spilled a quarter of the potion she gave him on her dining table that same evening.

"Newt! Oh, no no no no. How could you!" Y/N cried, her attempts to fix the table rendered useless.

"How could I? You were the one who never told me this was acidic and would burn wood!" Newt cried back, confusion and anger over taking the rationality in his head.

"I did! You didn't listen! I told you after the rooms were arranged to be careful with the potion!" 

"You weren't specific enough!"

"Stop fighting! Y/N, I understand that you're upset about your table, I'm sure we can fix it or find a lovely replacement, but it's not entirely his fault and irrational of you to get so mad at him. Newt, it was an accident, yes, but you could've tried to clean it before the hole was formed, or at least apologized. Now stop bickering like children and act like the specifically-selected, highly-admired magizoologist ADULTS that you both are!" Theseus yelled at the both. If Y/N felt like a scolded child before, she definitely did now.

"She's not that bad, really. You guys just got off on the wrong foot and won't let it go. It's quite funny, actually. You're so similar but refuse to see it." Jacob laughed while Newt didn't, deciding to adjust his sweater vest with a sigh instead and leave the room they shared.

Newt was greeted with the soft sound of jazz playing on the record you had in your living room. He saw Tina and Queenie, both fully ready, sitting on the couch discussing their plan, a cup of tea in both of their hands and looks of seriousness on their faces.

The quiet clicking of heels behind him brought Newt's attention to Y/N. She had on a deep red Gatsby dress with silver sequins and threads of beads that hung to her knees. Her hair was done to stay out of her face but still look nice, and she wore a shade of lipstick that matched entirely to her dress. Newt stood in shock, not recognizing who she was until she asked him to go over their plan and characters for the evening.

"We go in 10 minutes after Jacob and Theseus and avoid everyone until the dance floor. We sit at the opposite end of the bar until we're given the signal, pretending to be on a date until then. If we're given the go to, we meet Tina and Queenie on the dance floor farthest from the bar. We get in somehow and look around. If we find the lethifolds or any information on them, great for us, if not, we create another plan. The main goals are to get out alive and escape unrecognized." Newt recited perfectly, leaving her impressed.

"And here I was thinking you never listened to me." Y/N says to him, sass obvious in her tone as she stirs sugar into her tea.

"I only listen when I have to." Newt said back, the slight glare she gives him making him smirk.

Soon (too soon in her opinion), it's 7:45, Tina and Queenie are gone, and the plan is set in action. 

"You alright, doll? You keep pacin' around. Wouldn't want you to trip or, even worse, leave a hole in the floor too." Jacob jokes, trying to calm Y/N's nerves, but just getting a small laugh out of her as she sits down.

"Sorry, I move when I'm anxious." She told the man, who decided to pat her shoulder and offer her a smile instead of words. She was grateful for the comfort, but soon enough, it was just her and Newt in the apartment.

"How should I-"

"We leave at-"

The two stopped talking, waiting for the other to let them talk before speaking over each other again.

"Sorry, you-"

"You can go-"

With a sigh and a wave of her hand, Y/N motioned for Newt to talk first.

"I was just going to ask how I should act like your date." He said, a flush covering his cheeks when Y/N giggled.

"Haven't thought that far ahead, huh?" She teased him, only slowing her giggles when she saw the embarrassment on his face. They might not be the best of friends, but she wasn't totally cruel.

"Stand up." She told him, the sternness of her voice shocking the both of them. Newt carefully stood, averting Y/N's gaze when she came over and flinching when she picked up his arm.

"When we walk, put your arm here-" she places his hand around her shoulders before moving it to the small of her back. "-or here." 

"W-what about the rest of the time?" He asked, the flush on both their faces growing. 

"Well, we'll have an actual conversation for the first time ever while we wait for our signal. When we go to the dance floor, keep your arm on me somewhere and, just, copy what others are doing, I suppose." Y/N began to step away when she felt Newt pull her back.

"And when we, hopefully, make it into the market?" He asked, his hand not leaving her wrist, his serious face forcing hers to stare back.

"We'll just… keep up the act. Remember, no straying from one another." She said, pulling away to check herself in the hallway mirror.

"Okay, it's time." She said after glancing at the clock. Y/N held onto Newt's arm and tucked her wand into a secret pocket of her dress while he apparated the two to the bar.

They carefully stepped into The Passage Brewery, immediately spotting Tina and Queenie talking to some men in a corner and seeing Jacob and Theseus at the far side of the bar. They took their seats across from the men and began their act.

"So, how long have you been in your field?" Y/N asked. She remembered Tina and Theseus reminding everyone to keep their small talk vague when they first created the plan, making sure to address Y/N and Newt specifically since they had to do the most.

"About 8 years now. But, I've had an interest in the field since childhood." Newt replied, playing with the fingers of Y/N's hand that he held on the bar, making the pair flush.

"Remind me how old you are?" She asks, realizing she didn't know the age gap between her and her teammates.

"I turned 28 in February. And remind me of yours?" He replied, smirking at the soft blush on Y/N's cheeks.

"I turn 26 in October." She said, ducking her head down to avoid the look of humor that she knew would make her blood boil.

"You're bloody brilliant for your age, you know." He said, his voice closer to her ear than she expected, the sound sending vibrations through her body. She quickly looked up, almost bumping heads with Newt in doing so. They laughed the action off before continuing the conversation. 

After another fifteen minutes of talking, Y/N grew to like Newt more than before. She couldn't understand why she let herself stay mad at him until they began discussing their first meeting.

"I really am sorry, you know. I realize now that you meant no harm when we first met, but I still acted and thought harshly of you because I couldn't see past that meeting. But, I… I hope we can move past that and become better acquainted." Newt said. Over the course of the last twenty minutes of talking, the two magizoologists had continued to move their chairs closer and closer to one another, not even realizing it.

"They're either really great actors or really stupid people." Theseus said from across the bar, dragging Jacob's attention away from Queenie and to the young "couple" across from them.

"Oh, trust me, they're the latter. They've got to be the most oblivious people when it comes to emotions, and I've talked to myself." Jacob laughed, causing Theseus to shake his head at the man, unable to hide his smirk. 

Jacob looked back to the dancefloor to find Queenie giving him the signal that they had news, excusing himself from Theseus, who watched the interaction intently.

"I'd like to apologize too, Newt. It was rude of me to lash out on you … eventhoughIhadareason." Y/N mumbled the last part, earning a laugh from Newt and making her glow with a prideful smile.

"In all seriousness, I am sorry. I hope we can be a better pair now." She said, resting her head on Newt's shoulder. She felt him tense and almost moved away before she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders and pull her closer to him, his head resting on hers.

"I believe we will be." He said the two flushing the same color as Y/N's dress before they noticed Jacob return and Theseus calling the bartender over, making eye contact with the two of them.

"Yes, I'd like to order a gin rickey please. Thank you, sir." Theseus said, watching as Y/N and Newt soon moved to the dance floor, his hand grasping hers as she led him through the crowd to the sisters across from the bar.

"Hiya, doll! Oh, I missed ya!" Queenie pulled Y/N into a hug, whispering the information she had into her ear. Newt watched as Y/N's smile fell slightly and Queenie gave her a disappointed nod of her head. Soon, she repeated the action with Newt while Tina told Y/N everything else she needed to know.

"There's a man who will let you in, but Y/N needs to butter him up with some 'sweet talk and sweet cash', as I quote." Queenie whispered into Newt's ear, making eye contact with Y/N who was just told how much they need to give him to get in.

"He has a one-hundred fifty dollar minimum to get two people through the door." Tina told Newt as Queenie and Y/N started to dance their way over to the man that she needed to flirt with.

"Wait, we're not supposed to separate-" Newt started to make his way to Y/N when Tina grabbed his wrist and held him there.

"She has to go alone or he doesn't listen. We watched." Tina told him, sitting at a booth in the corner.

Newt nodded in understanding, his eyes never leaving Y/N's dancing body. He watched as she approached a man who looked to be around thirty five and towered over many that passed by. He wore a glare on his face, but followed Y/N's figure as she approached him, giving her an up and down before listening to her. The action made Newt sick, and while he trusted Y/N to be safe, he still convinced Tina to walk at least to the edge of the dance floor.

"Hey sugar. A little birdy told me that I could find some interesting goods around here, and I was just wondering if you could tell me how to do that." Y/N spoke to the man in the sweetest voice she could, looking at the man through her lashes, and playing with the collar of his shirt. The man gave her the smallest smirk as he tilted her chin up and whispered in her ear how much she needed to give him to let her and one friend in. 

She closed her eyes and swallowed the bile that she felt would threaten to escape if she didn't leave soon, but before she could fully leave, the man pulled her wrist and tugged her to him. She decided she liked it better when Newt held her wrist.

"You know what? Just for you, pretty lady, I'll let you in for only one hundred, just don't tell anyone about this little discount." The man sent her a slimy smile and motioned for her to leave, the brave face she barely held onto immediately slipping as she turned around from the man and started making her way to Queenie.

"Y/N, darlin', are you okay?" Y/N knew Queenie was talking to her and made sure to vaguely answer but all she wanted to do was find Newt and get this over with. When they made eye contact from across the room, it felt as if time stopped. Newt immediately left Tina, who followed behind him still, apologizing to people as he pushed through them to get to Y/N who had started making her way to him too.

When they met at the edge of the dance floor, Y/N could have sworn Newt had smoke coming from her ears.

"I'm so sorry, Newt, I really am. I just had to get us in somehow, but I shouldn't have gone alone-" She was cut off by the man holding her face in his hands, inspecting her face the way a mother would a child. She saw the anger in his features soften as he looked at her face. She felt she could count the freckles on his face, memorize the color of his eyes, realizing the way his eyebrows relaxed when air exhaled through his lips made her let out a breath she was subconsciously holding.

"You don't have to apologize, you only did what you had to do. I, however, am sorry that you had to interact with that beast that claims he's a man. If you don't feel up for it-" Y/N stopped Newt with a shake of her head and an urgent look in her eyes.

"No, we have to do this. I have twenty five dollars on me right now, and I'm sure that we can combine our money as a group to get the other seventy five-" 

"Wait, I thought he needed one hundred fifty?" Tina interrupted, pretending to be conversing with Queenie right next to her.

"Gave me a discount. Newt has twenty five, too. I know because he's the one who told me to bring it." Y/N flushed as she looked to Newt, who held his arm around her waist as he'd been asked to earlier in the evening and pretended to be looking around to hide his flush.

"I brought fifty, just in case you ignored me again." He murmured so only the three women could hear him. Y/N flushed stronger and cringed into his side as the two sisters laughed at his words. Y/N leaned off Newt's side too late to notice the way he glanced at her and tried to stomach the strange feeling inside him. Just nerves of losing a new friend, he tried to convince himself.

"I have ten, and I know Jacob has ten. What about you, Teeny?" Queenie asked her sister, subtly giving Y/N the money by holding her hand and pretending to twirl her to the music. When Queenie let go of her hand, Tina handed Newt a folded bundle of bills behind Y/N's back before saying "Fifteen."

"Perfection. We'll see you girls later. If we have an incident, we'll set off blue fireworks." Y/N said, a smile settling on her face as she felt Newt subconsciously rub up and down her back.

"We'll be here. Stay safe you two." Tina said, giving smiles to the two of them and pulling Queenie behind her.

"Well, then. If you'd hand me that cash and trail a few feet back, I'll start this show." Y/N said, holding the hand that Newt held his money in. He gave her hand a slight squeeze as she squared her shoulders and walked towards the man she wanted to bolt from. She made sure to swing her hips and look through her lashes while waving with the hand holding the money once she made eye contact with the terrifying man, who seemed to enjoy the show. 

Newt followed a few feet behind like he promised Y/N, but he'd be lying if he claimed to not be stunned by her for a moment before following after her.

"I've got that money for you, mister." Y/N said, placing the dollars in her hand into the man's pocket and dragging it down before holding her hands behind her back.

"Did you bring a friend, little lady?" He asked, getting into her face. When Y/N tried to step back, she felt a figure bump into her back and hold her shoulders.

"Yes she did." Newt said. Y/N nearly turned around and checked that it was Newt behind her. His voice was deeper and held more intensity than she'd ever heard. The only way she knew it was Newt was by the soft rubbing of his thumbs against her shoulders, the same back and forth he'd done earlier when holding her waist. The man looked Newt up and down, giving you a nasty look. 

"It's rude for a lady to play with a man when they've got another right along with her." He grumbled, tearing the money out of his pocket and aggressively counting it.

"Follow me." He said, motioning for the younger pair to go behind the door he had been hiding. Before they left, both Newt and Y/N looked at their group, who all watched them enter the secret door.

"And now we play the waiting game." Said Theseus, ordering four waters for them to sip as they patiently watched for their leaders.

[lilmaravilla]

Little Mistakes (The Front Man x Reader)

warnings: mentions of death and some swear words. there are also mentions of a weapon so keep those in mind. key: Y/n = your name. E/c = eye color. H/l = hair length. H/c = hair color.

When y/n heard her work partner Jun-Ho talk about finding his brother, they had never imagined that it would be a dangerous adventure. A dangerous adventure in a place in which people played games and got eliminated by getting killed.

"We're playing with fire here! We can't just come in here pretending we're two guards who know exactly what the fuck they are doing!" y/n exclaimed as they walked next to their partner. Their voice distorted by a mask they had stolen off a dead guard. Well, the mask that Jun-Ho had to steal.

"I told you it was going to be dangerous, did I not? So far we've been doing great and you're only complaining? May I remind you that you were the one who chose to come with me? Listen, everything is going to be okay. I just want us to split up and look for more clues," answered Jun-Ho as he looked down at a masked y/n with a serious look on his face.

"Whatever. Your brother better be here and he better be hot in person, ya hear me?" with a roll of their eyes, y/n nodded at Jun-Ho's request.

"Hot? Why's that?" confusion was written on the poor man's face.

"Yes! I want him to be hot so he can take me out on a date because I helped you look for him. Look at it as some sort of payment," they answered as they began to walk away to another side of the large room. Archives being the only 'decorations' there.

The room was eerily quiet, making y/n feel more uneasy walking down those corridors. A flashlight in their hand as they searched for the certain file of Jun-Ho's brother. The thought, 'Don't get caught' present in their mind.

Ring...Ring... "Front Man speaking. I'm happy to hear you enjoy the game, sir. Yes, sir. The host is currently waiting for the VIPs to arrive," a different distorted voice was heard as a telephone was placed down. Footsteps then began to echo closer to where y/n was standing.

Quickly crouching down, y/n began to look around to find somewhere else to hide. The footsteps only coming closer as they then halted. The room only growing quiet once again until the sound of a gun cocking was heard. "Are you in here right now? You're good but you made one mistake," came the distorted voice once again. "I always put the receiver down the other way."

'The receiver?' y/n thought as it then came to their mind. 'The fucking phone that Jun-Ho touched! I swear if we make it out alive, I will be the one to kill you!'

The Front Man continued to speak about the type of weapon y/n was using and what they had shot with it. Y/n was only distracted by the fact that most of the bullets were from Jun-Ho's gun. At least the Front Man didn't know two cops were roaming around here.

"I got you. Move and it will be the last thing you will ever do." Shit. While y/n was distracted with thoughts about her revolver, she had been caught trying to hide. "Breaking the mask rules was the reason for your death if I am not mistaken. So tell me, Guard, how does it feel to be a ghost?"

Y/n didn't answer as they felt the barrel of a gun pressing against the back of their head. The only movement coming from their body was that of a shiver going down their spine. Other than that, at that moment, not a single limb was moved.

"Turn around and take off your mask. Let me look your ghost in the eyes, Guard," the Front Man spoke with a soft tone. The distortion of the mask making him sound more menacingly. "I want to see the same eyes I saw when my bullet went straight into your head. Show me now!" he yelled with patience not evident in his voice.

With a sudden flinch and lots of hesitation, y/n turned to face the masked man. Gloved hands slowly began to reach towards the mask and in a swift movement, y/n's e/c eyes were revealed.

"Take it all off. I want to see your whole face," the impatient man said as he brought the barrel of the gun towards y/n's forehead.

Quickly, y/n began to take the rest of the suit's mask off. Now revealing their h/l h/c hair, they let out a breath they did not know they were holding in.

The Front Man's eyes were, without a doubt, glued onto the small figure's face, taking in all of their features. Some sort of attraction for them instantly growing.

"There is no doubt you were a great police officer, but your little mistakes were your ruin. Showing up here without a partner was the worst one you could make. Your second mistake was being distracted while trying to hide," the Front Man said as his gun traveled from the top of y/n's forehead to her cheek and then down to underneath her chin. "Or am I wrong, police officer?" he asked and lifted y/n's head with the gun to look into their eyes.

"Keep in mind that I make mistakes but very rarely. You know nothing about me nor how I work, so I advise you to stop talking already. Your mask does not scare me and neither does your gun. Do you want to kill me? Do it, but you have also made a mistake. The mistake of trusting your instincts without having all the information. I hope you figure out why you committed that mistake," y/n said as they had finally gotten the courage to speak to the masked figure. Consequences no longer being a fear of theirs.

"You think I am going to let you off the hook so easily, my dear? Killing you is too easy but not very satisfying. I am going to punish you. I will teach you how to respect me and show you who you are messing with," he said as he began to take his mask off with his free hand. "Does that not sound splendid to you?"

Y/n's eyes widened at the attractive man standing before them. A blush was certainly visible on their cheeks. Their heartbeat was now abnormally fast and their breath hitching at such a fine man. This has got to be a joke. There is no way this man is this handsome.

"What will my punishment be? I am sure I can take it!"

The Front Man only chuckled, a smirk evident on their lips. He slowly leaned in towards Y/n's ear and let out a soft breath.

"You'll see. . . little police officer," he whispered ever so smoothly into their ear.

Author's Note: What do you think should happen next? should i make a part two? what should y/n's punishment be? let me know your ideas <3

[omg-snakes]

I have finally accomplished a lifelong goal of mine. My parents have decided to let me get a red tail boa. Chances are she’ll get around 9-10 feet according to the breeder. Her mom is 10 feet her dad is 8.5. Is it normal for people to keep big snakes? Idk but if I take even my ball python to Petsmart I get weird looks. So ima bring my boa when she’s an adult

OMG, congratulations!

That's awesome. I'm very happy that your parents are being super supportive about you having a bigger snake. I hope that this includes enabling you to provide the best possible husbandry, including allowing space and funds for an appropriate enclosure size and being available to help with care when your snake reaches the two-handler safety threshold.

When I worked in the pet industry, it seemed like giant keepers were semi-common in my area. Now that I'm out of that industry, though, I don't see or hear about many folks who keep larger snakes. I'd say it's probably not super common, and I'm also fairly confident that the vast majority of the snakes I heard about while working in the pet industry were not receiving proper husbandry so those snakes may not even still be alive. The average lifespan of the Burmese pythons that I knew of was around 5-7 years, which is heartbreakingly short for a massive, gorgeous snake. I met someone who had over 20 adult and subadult red tail boas in drawers in their second bedroom. These are semi-arboreal snakes. The only chance they got to stretch all the way out was when they were brought out to show off. They had zero muscle tone and couldn't even get up on the furniture by themselves. It was a freaking bummer.

I'm sorry to say that I don't support keeping giants for most people, and I don't think they make good pets in general. These animals require specialized enclosures that are WAY bigger than the average pet home can provide, they are strong and powerful, they are intelligent and lack empathy, and keeping a snake over 8 feet will require that you have a second handler to spot you any time you have their enclosure open. This is for safety, because if that snakes grabs you in a feeding bite you may not be able to dislodge them yourself and it could result in severe injury for both of you, and of course it looks bad for the entire hobby and could result in a push for increased legislation. A lot of folks let their ego get the better of them and ignore this guideline... and it hurts all of us.

I also strongly advise against taking your snake out in public unless it's a strictly controlled situation. Doubly so if they're over 6 feet as you'll absolutely need to have a spotter with you. I ESPECIALLY think this is a terrible idea in a place with other animals, like Petsmart/Petco/etc. That's a super big no-no. All it takes is one split second of you not paying attention for your snake to decide that somebody else's sweet little yip-yap dog looks like a snack and you have an official tragedy on your hands. Similarly, if one of the snakes in the store has a transmittable disease, like IBD, and you bring your snake close enough to that sick snake to pick up air particles, your snake is now possibly infected. Dogs and cats can be vaccinated against common diseases, so accompanying their human to the store isn't a huge deal, but reptiles can't currently be vaccinated and preventable diseases have destroyed entire collections. That person with the drawers I mentioned? Yeah, all gone. IBD ripped through that room like a grease fire.

I'm sorry to be a wet blanket and I really am happy for you! It's great to be excited and to have a dream that comes true! I just want to make sure that you're being mindful of your obligations to the reptile hobby as a large species keeper. It's a huge commitment, quite literally, and you need to be hyper-vigilant that you're not letting your personal desires and ego create a risk to your pet, to your family, to the general public, and to the hobby as a whole.

With great snake comes great responsibility.

[silverynight]

A light that split the night

Lemon

Dark AU, possessive behaviour, omegaverse

***

As she rushes into the hashira headquarters, following the kakushi boy close, she remembers everything she knows about the hashira; they're the nine most skilled swordsmen alive and they're absolutely terrifying.

They stop, it takes a while for her fellow kakushi to leave the beta boy on the ground; he's completely unconscious, probably has a few broken bones and wounds, but he's still there for his and his sister's trial.

Even though the situation isn't quite usual, she's immediately distracted by the figures in front of her and she agrees with everything she's heard until now: those alphas are terrifying.

She leaves the wooden box she's carrying so she can kneel properly on the ground and bow to them.

They don't actually pay attention to her or the other kakushi, which is actually a relief because there's something about them that makes her feel nervous.

All of them are staring at the unconscious boy on the floor and she can't help but do the same: he's really pretty, actually, he's too pretty to be a beta; it's true that male omegas are rare, but she's seen a couple before and they're usually unbelievable beautiful.

However, she can't smell anything coming from him at the moment. Dismissing her own weird train of thought, she notices that the Pillars are actually very interested in the beta.

It's odd; they're not usually interested in anyone, not even the couple of omegas they probably see very often because they're either kakushi or one of the people that work inside the butterfly estate.

They have never taken anyone as a mate (except for the sound hashira, who has tree), people believe it's because they're so focused on their duty, they have no time for a mate or pups, but now she realizes that's not the case at all.

It's just that no one had woken up their interest before.

Honestly, she never imagined they would be interested in a beta (no matter how beautiful) and she also never thought that all of them would be attracted to the same person.

But there's no mistake, she can see it their eyes and smell it in their scents. However, she doesn't think... they'll actually make him their mate; they'd never fight for someone... anyone, they're too good for that, besides, she's heard that the flame hashira's duty to his family is to bring home a heir if he ever gets to mate.

Although, by the look in his eyes, Rengoku doesn't seem to care about that at the moment.

"Oi! Wake up!" The kakushi, a beta as well, pokes the unconscious boy on the back to wake him up. "You're in front of the hashira!"

As he suddenly opens his eyes, the boy chokes and moves so fast, even though he has his hands tied up, something falls from under the collar of his uniform.

The most exquisite and delicious scent hits her and everyone around before she can recognize the patches on the ground: they're scent blockers...

The boy is an omega.

Everything's so overwhelming, it takes a couple of seconds for her to actually notice the look in the Pillars' eyes: it's need and longing and a deep desire that appears in their eyes for a second, something dark and dangerous that makes her shiver.

Flared nostrils take in more of that irresistible scent, all the hashira even close their eyes for a moment to focus on that sweet scent only; it's sweet, but also like the first flowers that appear in spring. It's like a warm sunlight that makes its way in the morning after a long night.

It's so pure she kinda understands the effect he has on the hashira.

"Tanjirou, I..." The water hashira stops himself when he notices the tension around him; the Pillars are glaring at each other now, their eyes have darkened, consumed by their inner alphas, knowing everyone wants to claim the omega on the ground.

The kakushi girl shivers again; for a second she genuinely believes they're going to fight each other right then and there, however, they're not dumb. Quickly they seem to come to the conclusion that a fight would end up with everyone dead and therefore no one would have the omega.

In the blink of an eye, they reach a silent agreement.

"Release him," the wind hashira growls to her fellow kakushi, startling them both (he just appeared out of nowhere).

Turning pale, the boy quickly unties the confused omega, who's too worried about the wooden box to notice that the Pillars haven't taken his eyes off him.

"Thank you," he mumbles, making the Pillars' eyes soften immediately.

The boy has too much power over them already and he just met them, although she doesn't think that anyone would be actually jealous of him after realizing what she just does in that moment: the hashira are actually quite dangerous and they would do anything for the omega in front of them.

When Ubuyashiki-sama arrives, their demeanor changes; it's like they're trying to push away his dark instincts and appear as calm as possible in front of the master.

They listen to everything Ubuyashiki-sama has to say about Nezuko and Tanjirou like he's trying to convince them to give them a chance, but the kakushi girl knows that's not necessary now; it's been decided a while ago.

"Tanjirou is under our protection now," the flame hashira says, surprising the omega. "And his sister too of course."

It's a claim, a subtle and apparently pure one, but a claim nonetheless. She wouldn't be so sure if it wasn't for the way Rengoku's eyes shadowed with need at the mention of the omega's name.

He belongs to all the hashira now and there's nothing he can do about it, although she knows the omega has no idea the situation he finds himself in.

"You're really kind to us!" Tanjirou beams at them, prompting the alphas to blush for a second. It's actually fascinating how much it affects them anything the omega does. Kneeling on the ground, he tries to bow but he's too hurt for that so he bends in pain instead.

His pain makes every single hashira flinch; for a moment it looks like they're about to run towards him to see if he's alright (their inner alphas must be going crazy at the moment) but they manage to control themselves. It's like they don't want anyone to see (especially Ubuyashiki-sama) how much they want the omega.

After asking permission to the master, Kocho approaches the two kakushi.

"Take him to the butterfly mansion," the alpha instructs, and then, noticing the wooden box she adds: "Both of them."

Then, she gets closer to the kakushi girl and puts a hand over her shoulder before whispering: "Tell Aoi I want him in a private room; she's the only one allowed to patch him up and once she's done I don't want anyone to touch him, alright?"

She nods, trying not to look as scared as she actually is, but the truth is that the look in Kocho's eyes is making her nervous.

"Yes!" She says, proud of herself for not stammering, however, when she notices that the coward of her fellow kakushi has already taken the box, she hesitates to get closer to the omega.

Kocho chuckles, her laughter is so light and beautiful it makes hard to believe she could hurt someone...

"It's alright, you can carry him. I know you're too smart to try to get advantage of the situation," the insect hashira smiles sweetly at her before adding: "just don't ever forget he's taken already."

Even if he has no idea, goes unsaid.

***

Tanjirou wakes up with a jolt, he sits on the bed, tense, until his eyes see Nezuko's box on the ground, safe, and remembers what happened in the hashira headquarters.

A hand on his cheek makes him look away from the box and he suddenly notices he's not alone anymore; the nine hashira are there with him.

"How are you feeling, Tanjirou?" Kocho asks after everyone introduces themselves; the only one he knew before was Tomioka.

"Better, thank you," he mumbles, feeling her hand gently stroking his cheek. "I'm... You've been really kind to Nezuko and me. Thanks for giving us a chance."

Rengoku sits on the bed next to him; his expression softens, but his alpha scent becomes intense. Tanjirou likes everyone's scents, perhaps it's because they're the strongest alphas and his inner omega recognizes it.

"My boy, you have nothing to thank us for," Rengoku mumbles as Kocho takes a step back, allowing him to reach out and run his fingers through the omega's hair.

He's getting too much attention from alphas, his inner omega notices and likes it. Tanjirou tries not to purr and, worried, he remembers something else that happened before–

"My blockers!" He blurts out, covering his own neck with both hands. "Do you have patches here? I need..."

"It's alright, sunshine," Kanroji's sweet voice cuts him off, taking both his hands before pulling them away from his neck. "You won't need that anymore..."

"But–"

"We'll scent you," the love hashira mumbles, eyes shining with so much hope it confuses Tanjirou for a moment.

It's true that it could help him a lot, because being the only male omega in the Corps has been really difficult so far.

Having one of the hashira scenting him would be great because no one will try to talk about mating while he's in the middle of his training routine or question why a single omega is constantly risking his life as a demon slayer.

However, people would think he's going to get mated to one of the Pillars and it'd definitely scare off their potential mates.

"You don't have to sacrifice yourself like that for me," Tanjirou smiles. "I can keep using the blockers..."

Uzui chuckles, kneeling on the floor to look at him in the eye before caressing his neck with a thumb.

"Oh, believe me, it'll be our pleasure."

He agrees to it quickly because none of them seem the type to take 'No' for an answer. Tanjirou is about to thank them again when the thumb gently reaches one of his scent glands and presses lightly, making him moan.

That area of his neck has always been really sensitive; his own scent becomes stronger for a moment before Uzui moves his hand away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," the alpha mumbles, voice turning deeper suddenly.

For a second in which their scents become more intense, Tanjirou thinks he can smell lust and love, but a different kind; it's not something he's sensed before, his parents' love was clear and fresh, like water streaming down a river. Something pure; this love smells dark and almost obsessive...

However, he shakes his head, convincing himself his nose is not working properly because of the amount of strong scents in the same room.

"I'll scent you first," Tomioka leans forward, interrupting Tanjirou's thoughts. The other alphas in the room tense, but they quickly force themselves to relax and nod in agreement.

"O-Okay."

"However, we want something in return. We want you to scent us back each time."

"But, Tomioka-san..." The omega bites his bottom lip shyly, trying to remember why is not appropriate to do that with an alpha he's not mated to; his mother explained it to him, but he can't remember at the moment.

"It'll be fine, Tanjirou," Himejima assures him and the omega nods because... why wouldn't it be? They know what they're doing.

***

Every couple of days a different hashira scents him; it works really well actually, perhaps too well because everyone seems to be afraid of him now. Also, everyone seems to believe he belongs to all the Pillars.

"You'll have so many pups!" One of the little girls from the butterfly estate, Kiyo, comments one day after his training session.

"What?" Tanjirou blurts out, blushing to the tip of his ears.

"Because you have nine alphas!"

"Oh, right..." Tanjirou mumbles, trying not to look so flustered. That's part of the plan, making everyone believe they're really interested in him.

"I bet you're one of those omegas that look even more beautiful when they're pregnant!" She comments, smiling happily.

His inner omega purrs at the thought of being pregnant, but he tries to push those thoughts away, it doesn't help at all that he has Shinazugawa's scent all over him that morning.

The Pillars have been really kind to him; they have taken his role too seriously though, because not only they scent him, they act all possessive over him.

Tanjirou thinks there's no need for that, but decides not to comment on it.

Even though sometimes it really scares the other demon slayers. A beta girl accidentally bumped into him the other day and Iguro jumped right from the tree he was sitting on only to growl at her.

She ran away, completely pale.

Sometimes Tokito kisses him on his wrist in front of the others while he's trying to teach something new to the young ones. Shinazugawa hisses viciously whenever an alpha gets too close to him and Himejima simply takes him in his arms as if he's purposely putting him out of reach from everyone else.

No wonder why everyone thinks he belongs to them already.

***

Not everyone has had the misfortune of noticing that dark side of the Pillars like she has, but once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

The omega wakes up those dark feelings in them, the kakushi girl has realized every time she finds herself in the butterfly mansion at the same time Tanjirou is.

It's so weird because he's so pure, so kind is weird to see them gathering around him like he's some sort of magnet and notice how much they're yearning to possess him completely.

Even though the thought is scary on its own, she's not sure she feels sorry for him because the way they treat him it's like Tanjirou is a thing to be worshipped. They always melt every time he smiles at them and sometimes she's seen a couple of them tremble with need before they finally touch him.

She's seen them turn almost feral whenever another demon slayer gets too close to him.

One day, one of the new ones starts talking to his friend while watching Tanjirou brushing his sister's hair with a grin on his face; the moonlight makes him look almost ethereal for a moment.

"That's such a beautiful omega, it makes me want to have pups with him..."

She tries to warn him, but she's too slow; a shadow falls over those young slayers, they shiver at the same time as soon as they notice the water hashira standing a few steps from them.

The look in the alpha's eyes is absolutely terrifying.

"What are you looking at?" His voice doesn't change, but they all notice the threat between the lines. "That omega is not meant to be stared at like that. He's taken already."

"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!"

Honestly, she's kinda glad it's Tomioka and not another hashira; Tokito would've hit them both with a rock already.

They're not even mated to Tanjirou yet; she knows it'll be worse then.

***

Now they scent him in pairs, Tanjirou doesn't mind, he likes it actually; all their scents smell good to him and he's gotten used to smell them on his own body now. It also helps that they also smell like him most of the time.

He never thought there would be consequences of having the same alphas scenting him almost every day until his heat came.

He's been preparing himself for the day, he takes his suppressants and stays in the room that has been given to him inside the butterfly estate.

But this time the suppressants don't work quite well. He feels so cold and lonely and looks so pale Aoi has to check on him a couple of times.

For a moment he wants her to call the Pillars, but he promised he wouldn't; it wouldn't be fair after all they have done for him already.

"Where are they?" He asks in a whisper, but Aoi hears all the same.

"Do you want me to call them?"

"No," Tanjirou makes himself shake his head, even though his inner omega is suffering.

Aoi rolls her eyes.

"They're probably in a mission to distract themselves," she says, before trembling like she just thought of something scary: "I never thought I said this but I kinda feel sorry for the demons they're fighting right now."

"Why?"

"Because their omega is spending his heat alone, taking suppressants and they can't even be in the same place he is to see if he's alright. So, obviously, they'll probably go feral on anyone who tries to fight them..."

"You know I'm not their omega," he mumbles, shivering like he's freezing. "Why are the suppressants not working?"

"You've been allowing them to scent you. Your body got used to it and wants them now."

Tanjirou groans as he covers his face.

He survives that heat, but he's not sure he could another; he starts thinking about going back to the scent blockers, but the Pillars' scents make him feel so good he's not sure he'll get used to being without them again.

He can't bring himself to talk about it with them and it doesn't help that every time he tries or makes an attempt, they nuzzle him in such a soft, affectionate way it makes him forget what he was going to say.

When his next heat hits him he feels like he's going to die; he still takes the suppressants and although they calm his need a bit, they don't stop the fever and the cold that sometimes consumes his body.

"Call them, please. I want to see them."

It's a mistake, the need gets worse as soon as he sees them.

"If you give me something of yours, something with your scent perhaps I..." Tanjirou blushes, trying to sit on the bed, but his body hurts, his hips are sensitive.

"We can do better than that," Kocho mumbles, eyes turning dark in seconds.

Shinazugawa sits on the bed with him and quickly puts his arms around the omega.

"We can help you feel better," Rengoku mumbles, kissing the back of his hand. "We can make you feel good, my boy."

His inner omega purrs at the implication.

"No, I can't ask this of you... You've done so much for me already, I–"

"Don't be silly, Tanjirou," Shinazugawa whispers against his neck before licking his scent glands, making him moan. "We want this. We've been waiting for this moment since we met you."

He feels dizzy for a moment he can't think properly about what the alpha just said.

"Do you really want me?"

"We love you, Tanjirou," Kanroji says, leaning to give him a kiss on the lips.

"We want you for ourselves," Iguro cuts in.

"Well... Then maybe if you... But I have taken a couple of suppressants already so I won't..."

"It's alright, sunshine," Kocho assures him. "We just make you feel good. We also know this can be overwhelming so we'll take turns."

Tanjirou's face can't be more red than it is right now, his heart can't beat any faster...

"But after this," Uzui grabs the omega's chin gently, making him look up at him. "You'll belong to us completely. You'll let us bite you, mark you as our own permanently... Alright?"

Tanjirou nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. As soon as he does that, the sound hashira moves away so Rengoku can give him a kiss on the lips. The kiss is so good and it leaves him so breathless he doesn't notice until a couple of seconds later that they have been left alone with Shinazugawa. He's suddenly very glad that Aoi chose to give Nezuko her own room even though she's in her box most of the time.

Shinazugawa is surprisingly gentle with him as he slowly takes Tanjirou's clothes off.

When the three are lying on the bed with Tanjirou in the middle of the two, he's suddenly very aware of what's about to happen. He blushes, but only this time he feels like the heat spreads all over his body.

"It's weird to be the only one naked," he comments even though he feels safe with both alphas.

"It's better this way," Shinazugawa mumbles before kissing Tanjirou's shoulder and pressing the omega's back against his chest. Even under the uniform, Tanjirou can feel him already hard against him.

"We can't go all the way tonight," the flame hashira reminds him, kissing his nose. "It's easier for us to control ourselves if we have clothes on."

"A-Alright," Tanjirou stammers as Shinazugawa starts running his fingertips from the back of his neck all the way down his spine, until he reaches his buttocks.

He feels lips pressed against his neck, the same lips that quickly start kissing him until they reach his chest.

"Rengoku-san..."

"Come on, Tanjirou..." Shinazugawa cuts him off as his fingers reach his entrance, but they stop only to circle the sensitive skin outside. "We're in bed with you... I think it's time for you to call us by our first names..."

Even though he's taken his suppressants, Tanjirou feels wet, it's probably not the same thing he'd experience if he hadn't taken them, but it's enough; he's desperate to feel the alpha's fingers inside him so he moves closer to him.

"Please, Sanemi-san..."

When the first finger is shoved inside him, Tanjirou can't stop the whimper that escapes from his lips. Rengoku grins and starts sucking one of his nipples like he's just been waiting for the perfect moment.

"You're so warm and tight," Shinazugawa moans approvingly, moving his finger slowly like he's just trying to explore inside.

Rengoku hums in pleasure before his mouth moves to taste Tanjirou's other nipple.

"Ah, to think these will be full of milk when we get you pregnant," he comments, licking it a couple of times until Tanjirou moans again as his nipple gets completely hard.

"Kyojuro-san!" He whimpers as the alpha's fingers run down his skin, stopping over his belly, but ignoring Tanjirou's needy cock completely.

"We'll fill you with pups after we mark you," Rengoku promises as the omega arches his body against him when Shinazugawa finally shoves another finger inside.

This time he has no mercy and uses his fingers to start pounding into him. Tanjirou is so overwhelmed by pleasure that tears start falling from his eyes.

"Let me taste them," Shinazugawa purrs, gently tilting Tanjirou's head towards him to kiss the tears away. "You're so good... I can't wait to be inside you completely. Thrust my knot in this tiny hole of yours until you cry of pleasure..."

The omega whimpers with need.

"Kyojuro-san, please touch me," he moans, grabbing the alpha by the uniform to pull him closer to him.

"As you wish, my boy," Rengoku grins before closing his hand around Tanjirou's cock and giving it a few, soft strokes before Shinazugawa hits something inside him that makes him see starts for a couple of seconds.

He must've made a sound because the wind hashira chuckles against his ear with triumph before whispering: "So there it is..."

"Sanemi!" Tanjirou screams when a third finger pushes inside before the alpha presses that sensitive spot again.

His hips start moving on their own against Rengoku's palm, but the flame hashira moves his hand away before Tanjirou can reach his climax.

He doesn't realize he's whimpering and pouting until Rengoku kisses him on the forehead softly and promises him he'll make him feel so good soon.

"Let me taste him," he mumbles, fiery eyes turning dark with deep hunger as he looks over Tanjirou's shoulder.

Reluctantly, Shinazugawa's fingers slide out of Tanjirou, making the omega groan in protest; he feels so cold and empty...

"It's alright, sunshine. I'll give you what you want," Rengoku promises, moving down, spreading Tanjirou's legs more until his head is in between his thighs.

"Kyojuro, what are you... Ah!" He's not prepared for the things he feels when a warm tongue pushes inside him.

He feels the wind hashira gently biting his shoulders, hands already moving down to grab the omega's cock as the tongue keeps thrusting inside him. The alpha's lips pressing against his entrance make such a hot but also obscene noise, Tanjirou can't help but blush to the tip of his ears.

Then he quickly forgets about everything as the tongue finds his sweet spot and Shinazugawa starts stroking him faster.

Tanjirou screams again right before he cums in the alpha's hand. Rengoku looks up at him, expression softening as he licks his own lips with delight.

"Sleep, sunshine. You need to rest," Shinazugawa mumbles before kissing him on the back of his neck.

***

He doesn't know how he survives a couple of rounds of that with different Pillars, but somehow he does.

The omega feels exhausted, but in a good way; he's finally sitting on the bed as Iguro brushes his wet hair after the bath he took with him and Kanroji.

"Take another bite, Tanjirou," the alpha with pink hair insists, feeding rice balls to the boy herself. "You need to eat a lot after spending your heat with us."

Remembering what just happened, Tanjirou blushes again. He knows this is nothing compared to what it'll be once he spends a heat with them without suppressants.

"When are you going to... uhh... mark me, Mitsuri-san?"

"I'm glad you asked!" The love hashira beams at him before kissing him on the cheek. "I've planned everything already. I want to have a small ceremony in the hashira headquarters. It'll be in a couple of days of course because the bites will probably trigger another heat, but this time we'll go all the way and you need to rest properly before that happens."

Tanjirou shivers, but relaxes when he feels Iguro's fingers running through his hair.

"We'll take care of you," he promises as Kanroji kisses the omega's palm and presses it against her cheek before closing her eyes.

"You have no idea how much we love you, Tanjirou."

That's what ends up making his inner omega purr; all his doubts and insecurities are gone for a moment, he's suddenly sure they'll become a happy family.

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, What's in a name?

I thought I was done, but I have material for one more post. I want to write more about how royal names work, because I've seen a lot of confusion and simple lack of knowledge in the tags, so think of this as more of an informative culture post than an analysis post of the show.

European royals and nobles have styles, names, titles, and houses. In addition, monarchs have regnal names.

A style is how you formally address someone, based on their rank and title. In Sweden, the only styles left are "majesty" and "royal higness", where kings and queens are addressed as "your majesty", and select members of the royal family are addressed as "your royal highness". In Swedish, these styles are often abbreviated as H.M. - Hans/Hennes Majestät and H.K.H. - Hans/Hennes Kungliga Höghet. In English, the abbreviations are HM and HRH.

In the show, you can see this when Simon meets the Queen, and shakily addresses her as "Your Majesty", or when Minou calls up August and says "Her Majesty the Queen has resolved your problems with the school fee".

In less formal, but still polite speech, you would use third person addressing when talking to or about the royals, and there are numerous examples of this in the show:

Anette to Erik: "How nice to see the crown prince again!"

Some aide to Wilhelm: "Could we get a shot of the prince shaking hands with the headmistress?"

Anette: "Wilhelm, sorry, the crown prince, how nice the memorial was!"

August: "The queen has asked me, personally, to take care of him."

Malin: "I just wanted to remind the crown prince that breakfast closes in five minutes."

Names for royals and nobles work just like the rest of us, but with one exception: Royals generally do not use last names, while lesser nobles do. They also tend to have several first names, and while they generally pick names for their children based on trends in society, they stay on the traditional conservative side, and they often pick names from their family history.

The show only tells us one first name for each member of the royal family: Kristina, Ludvig, Erik, and Wilhelm, so we have no idea what other names they might have.

In the real world, the name of the king of Sweden is Carl Gustaf Folke Hubertus, the crown princess' name is Victoria Ingrid Alice Désirée, and her oldest daughter's name is Estelle Silvia Ewa Mary, just to give you some flavour of what it could look like.

Titles are what sets higher nobles apart from us mere commoners, and have their origin in the feudal system of medieval Europe, which was a hierarchical socio-economic-military system where the lord of a land could grant a portion of his land, a fief, to a vassal in exchange for fealty - loyalty, taxes, and military service. Doing so would create a title, it would make the vassal a noble of a lower rank than his lord, because you could only create titles lower than the one you possessed. So, in general, kings could create dukes or lower, dukes could create counts or lower, and counts could create barons. The fief of a duke is called a duchy, a count ruled over a county, and a baron over a barony, although there were more ranks and more titles than that, depending on region and language, but those are the main ones.

Every single squabble or conflict or battle or civil war or war fought in the middle ages was over the titles, because the titles legally conferred ownership of a piece of land, and with it the rights of taxation and the economic value of that land. Over time, kingdoms got more centralized and the hierarchical nature of the system broke down, while the titles became more hereditary, and ownership of the land became less important, which meant that minor nobles lost the power to create vassals and fiefs, while the power to create titles was reserved for the monarchs, and titles created in this era usually only granted people a title for an area or a castle or a manor house that they already owned.

Going into modern times, European countries curbed title creation, but generally kept protections for existing titles and allowing them to be inherited according to whatever inheritance rules applied to each title. But if a title holder dies without a legal heir, the title is lost forever, which means that most modern day noble families want to make sure their title, their history, their legacy can survive long into the future. Also note that one person can hold several titles, and each of those titles can be inherited individually and under different rules.

In Sweden, there are currently 46 comital families (greve/grevinna - count/countess), 131 baronial families (friherre/friherrinna - baron/baroness), and 484 untitled lower noble families. There are no independent ducal families, instead the monarch grants royal children a ceremonial duchy at birth, for one of the 25 historical provinces of Sweden. This means that every single member of the Swedish royal family is a prince or princess of Sweden, and also duke or duchess of some province.

Again, we have no idea what province Wilhelm is the duke of in the show, while for example in the real Sweden, Princess Estelle is the duchess of Östergötland, Prince Carl Philip is duke of Värmland, and Princess Leonore is duchess of Gotland.

A noble house is a noble family or clan that is associated with one or more hereditary titles. Noble houses were founded when someone was ennobled and granted a title, and a noble house can branch and wither and split and form new houses over the ages, and it can gain or lose status as its members gain or lose noble titles and ranks.

In medieval times, these family bonds were very strong, and many major conflicts were a result of different houses fighting over various titles, for example the Wars of the Roses was a 32 year long civil war over the throne of England between the House of York and the House of Lancaster.

A royal house is a noble house that holds a title of king or queen, and for members of the royal family, their house name is what they have instead of a normal last name. We don't know which royal house Wilhelm belongs to in the show, but the current royal house of Sweden is the House of Bernadotte, named after the French rando we imported that I wrote about in the last post. Other houses that have been the royal house of Sweden throughout history include the House of Holstein-Gottorp, the House of Oldenburg, and the House of Vasa.

Finally, a regnal name is a name that a reigning monarch chooses for themselves when they ascend the throne, and it consists of one or more of their first names, and a roman numeral ordinal if there have been previous kings or queens with that name. If you're the first of your name to rule over a kingdom, you can choose to call yourself "the first", or you can choose not to.

In the show, Kristina doesn't appear to have an ordinal, but in real life Sweden there was a Queen Kristina who reigned in the middle of the 1600's. (She was probably a lesbian, caused the death of French philosopher René Descartes, abdicated in favour of her cousin, and moved to Rome and converted to Catholicism. As you do.)

In the real world, the king of Sweden reigns under the name Carl XVI Gustaf, because he's the sixteenth (tenth, actually) Karl to have been king of Sweden, and he also picked his second name because he liked it, or because he wanted to stand out from the fifteen other Karls who preceded him. His regnal name is pronounced Carl den sextonde Gustaf - Carl the sixteenth Gustaf.

Putting all of this together, the styles, the names, the titles, and the houses, and we can finally get the full formal names of various royals. Here are examples from some European royal families to demonstrate what it can look like:

HRH Madeleine Thérèse Amelie Josephine, Princess of Sweden, Duchess of Hälsingland and Gästrikland, of house Bernadotte.

HH Felix Henrik Valdemar Christian, Prince of Denmark, Count of Monpezat, of house Glücksburg.

HRH Ingrid Alexandra, Princess of Norway, of house Glücksburg.

HRH Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, Duke of Cambridge, of house Windsor.

HRH Catharina-Amalia Beatrix Carmen Victoria, Princess of the Netherlands, Princess of Orange, of house Orange-Nassau

HRH Emmanuel Léopold Guillaume François Marie, Prince of Belgium, of house Belgium.

HRH Infanta Sofía de Todos los Santos de Borbón y Ortiz, of house Bourbon.

These names are quite the mouthful, and the full names and styles are only used in very formal settings. Normally, these people are referred to with their highest title, and their chosen first names, i.e. Princess Madeleine, Prince Felix, Princess Ingrid Alexandra, Prince William, Princess Catharina-Amalia, Prince Emmanuel, and Infanta Sofía.

We only have the short name of Wilhelm, i.e. Prince Wilhelm, in the show. We don't have his full name, but if it follows form, he would be HRH Wilhelm <Name> <Name> <Name>, Prince of Sweden, Duke of <Province>, of house <House>.

Note that Wilhelm's father is not a king, he's a prince-consort, since Wilhelm's mother is the reigning monarch. The proper styles for his parents would be Her Majesty Queen Kristina (II?), and His Royal Highness Prince Ludvig.

The only other nobles in the show we have full names for is August and Felice, and August's full name would be August <Name?> Horn, Count (or Baron) of Årnäs. Felice's would be just Felice <Name?> Ehrencrona, because her parents are still alive and still hold whatever title they have.

Commoners marrying into a royal family is no longer forbidden or controversial, and all European royal families have had commoners marrying into them in the past few generations.

Based on precedence, if Wilhelm and Simon were to get back together and marry in the future, and if they get the consent of the Queen and the government, the following would happen:

Simon would be offered to be made a prince of Sweden, and with it gain the style of HRH.

Simon would be offered to be made a duke of some province.

If he accepts, he would lose his last name, and go from Simon Eriksson to HRH Simon, Prince of Sweden, Duke of <Province>, or simply Prince Simon.

If he declines, he would stay as Mr. Simon Eriksson.

When/If Wilhelm ascends the throne, he would chose a regnal name, and get an ordinal depending on the number of Wilhelms before him. If he's the first of his name, he would simply be King Wilhelm.

And if he and Simon are married when he ascends, Simon would not become king, he would become a prince-consort, and keep the title of prince.