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HELLO HI GOOD DAY TO YOU!! I have a Sanji request where the straw hats are having a kareoke night or something and reader sings bed chem by Sabrina carpenter and he loses it. Mutual pining but reader is a flirt like Sanji so they step up to bat and this is they’re boldest one yet :3

HIHI i literally wrote this in 10 minutes so apologies for any mistakes

also haven’t done a drabble type thing in so long but this request made me want to again so here we go:

its 1:43am on a thursday night and almost everyone is drunk—yourself included. sanji is DEFINITELY drunk… and also definitely on the verge of hyperventilating.

“are you okay? you’re sweating” nami looks him up and down, concern dotting her expression. the rest of the strawhats aren’t paying attention—they’re too busy cheering you on as you sway to the beat of your chosen song. with each note, a new round of cheers erupt.

“yup,” sanji swallows nervously and tugs on his collar. “it’s just hot.”

nami looks at him likes lost it. “hot? it’s like 18°C in here.”

she’s right. the ac is on full blast in the hazy room, but it doesn’t matter—sanji’s still sweating and you’re still singing in a voice that’s making every nerve in his body thrum with electricity. it doesn’t help that you’ve gotten very very close to him.

too close.

the lyrics wash over him and barely register in his muddled brain. all he can focus on is you—your voice, slow and sultry, your eyes boring into his, and the way your lips curve as you smile at him.

his breath hitches as you lean in. with a wink, you turn away from him, enjoying the way his expressions change—the way his eyes sparkle in your presence.

if only he’d ever make a move.

with a sigh, you back away and turn your attention to the song. it’s almost over but the energy doesn’t fade. the rest of the crew dance with you, moving freely and without inhibition.

luffy excuses himself to the bathroom and the rest of the crew leave to take another shot, so you decide to take zoro’s hand to try and break through his stoicism and urge him to join in on the dancing.

zoro eventually caves—just a little. with your hand still in his, the swordsman twirls you in a way that makes sanji see red. you laugh, entranced in the moment, and end the song with another spin.

for a second, sanji could’ve sworn he heard teeth crack with how hard he clenched his jaw. why was he so irritated? zoro and you were close friends—this shouldn’t be such a bother.

but it is.

you giggle at something zoro says and he smiles back, amused at your reaction.

something in sanji snaps. patience? sanity? both? that’s it. not wanting to see anymore of the two of you, he stands and walks between you, separating you from zoro.

“what the—? what’s your deal?”

with the fakest smile he can manage, the blonde excuses himself and leaves, slamming the heavy door behind him. petty, yes, but he has to let his annoyance out somehow.

somehow, you catch up with him outside the karaoke building. it’s almost pitch black out, save for the flashing neon lights of the city block.

“what’s your problem?”

sanji stares at you in almost disbelief. “are you trying to drive me insane?”

you flush, confused and flustered. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“right,” he scoffs. he needs a smoke. without thinking, he lights a cigarette and takes a draw. he relaxes ever so slightly.

you take a small step back and turn away from the smoke—you’ve never particularly liked the smell. sanji notices and mentally kicks himself. how could he forget? without hesitation, he drops the cigarette and presses it into the concrete with his heel.

“sorry. i forgot.”

“you didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly. “but thanks.”

he shuffles awkwardly, the tension weighing on him. he wishes he could take back the last twenty minutes—wishes he could erase his childish behaviour.

“you and zoro… what was that all about?” he mumbles—still childish apparently.

“what?” you sound baffled.

“the dancing—seemed like you really wanted his attention,” sanji replied calmly, though he is anything but.

you gape at him. “are you kidding? my attention was on you! i was focused on you that entire song!

sanji blinks. “you… what?”

“well, you weren’t going to do anything so—”

you’re interrupted by a sudden pull. sanji’s arm wraps tight around your waist as he presses his lips against yours. the kiss is soft and uncertain—as if he’s scared to push you.

but the second you eagerly kiss sanji back, he responds with fervour. he moves his other hand up to the side of your jaw and gently cradles the side of your face. the contact sets you on fire.

you both reluctantly pull back after a long moment, heavy breaths mingling in the chilly night air.

“what was that about not doing anything?”

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──── the prince(ss) & the protector [pt. 3]

pairing: zoro x reader

wc: 3.4k

author's note: so i said i wouldn't write another part... but i lied. yearning, pathetic zoro is simply too fun to write heheheeheh

as always, this is unedited so we r just going to pretend any mistakes are not there okay thank you (also did have to use fem pronouns in this chapter; sorry!)

please read the first AND second parts first before this one or you will be very lost! you can find chapter one: HERE

“We can’t just kidnap a person.”

“Why not?” Luffy huffs. 

Usopp tilts his head in consideration. 

“Because it’s… kidnapping?”

“But what other choice do we have? [Y/N] doesn’t remember us. Any of us.” He whispers the last part, pointedly directing the statement at Zoro who sits a few meters away in the corner of the map room. The swordsman faces away from the rest of the crew as they discuss their next course of action regarding their newest discovery: you.

“…I can hear you.”

“At least he’s talking again.”

“Luffy!” Nami hushes. She tries to scold him for his unfortunate behaviour—to absolutely no avail. He just turns his head and ignores her completely. 

“I’m just saying—if there’s a will there’s a way.”

Nami groans in frustration. “That does not apply to kidnapping. Especially not when it’s one of our own.”

“Again, what choice do we have?” 

“It pains me to say, but he does have a point,” Sanji pauses. “...As disturbing as it is. The point is, we can't just leave [Y/N] there.”

There’s a small stretch of silence as the crew ponders over the situation. Surprisingly, Zoro’s the one who breaks it. 

“Why not?” He asks. His voice is barely above a whisper. 

Every member of the crew stares dumbfoundedly at him. Were they hearing him right?

Zoro continues. “Even if her memories come back… what’s to say [Y/N] won’t want to stay anyway? She’s happy. Maybe happier than she was with us. I can’t take that from her again.”

“Stop it. You did not take away her happiness. Don’t be ridiculous.” Nami says firmly. The rest of the crew exchange uneasy looks. 

“The last time I saw her—I called her a coward. We fought. She left. She never looked back. I can’t go through that again. I won’t.” Zoro’s voice wavers on the last word as the memories flood his mind and drown out other sensations.

“Zoro-” Nami begins. 

“It’s fine. I mourned her once. What’s one more time?” He chuckles bitterly. 

“We all miss her, Zoro. You’re not the only one mourning.”

“Sanji, don’t.” It’s Robin who speaks up. She places a firm hand on the chef’s arm in warning. 

Sanji ignores her and turns his attention back to Zoro. The air is thick with tension as the two men glare at each other, both waiting for the other to push back. 

“No. I’m sick of pretending like we aren’t also in pain. Who the hell gave you the right to make these decisions?” 

The provocation works. Zoro unfolds his arms and rises to his full height. His tall frame leaves an imposing silhouette against the sunlit walls. Everyone else—bar Luffy—tries desperately to diffuse the impending argument with little success.  

“Because, somehow, I’m the only one who's not acting like a selfish bastard,” Zoro growls. 

Sensing the sudden shift in mood, Nami gathers everyone and quietly files them out, leaving only Zoro, Sanji, and Robin in the room. The latter stays quiet. 

“She belongs on this ship. With this crew,” Sanji grits out. 

“She belongs wherever the hell it is that keeps her happy and safe—even if it’s not here with us!” Zoro pauses, breathing heavily. Then, as if a switch was flipped, he slumps back into his seat, the fight draining from him. His head drops into his hands. “With me.”

Robin finally speaks up, her voice a soft murmur. 

“Zoro. Have you been eating?”

Sanji knits his brows in confusion at the question. Zoro, however, seems to understand what she’s insinuating. 

“Why ask if you know?” 

“You’ve been sick, haven’t you? Ever since you found out she lost her memories. The worry has been making you physically ill.”

Shock and concern flickers across Sanji’s face as he turns to his friend. 

“Is this true?” 

Zoro doesn't look at either of them. “…So?”

“You keep trying to push away these fears—hiding and burying them so far down so they can’t get to you—but eventually you will have to face them,” Robin quietly says. She shakes her head sympathetically. “You’ll have to face her and reality at some point. Running away from it by pretending you’re doing her a favour isn’t the answer.”

Sanji nods in agreement but stays silent to let Zoro respond. 

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Isn’t it?” She replies unconvinced. 

“When I first saw [Y/N] again, I thought I’d really fucking lost it. I thought I’d finally—truly—gone insane.” Zoro rubs his face and lets out a deep breath. “And I was okay with that because it meant I could see her again. Even if she was only a figment of my own delusions. How pathetic is that? She didn’t even know my name. I was nothing to her; a stranger. Someone who she never shared a life with. How am I supposed to move forward knowing that?”

Sanji glances down. “You don’t.”

“Exactly.” Zoro stands up straight and looks right at his friends. “I couldn’t apologize that day, so this is how I say sorry. This is how I repent.”

Robin opens her mouth to argue but something behind the swordsman makes her blink and pause. She stares past his shoulder at the door. Sanji, who's standing next to her, follows her line of sight and widens his eyes at what he sees. 

“Well, I’m sorry to say, but I think you’ll have to forgo those plans, Zoro.”

He frowns in confusion. “What?”

Sanji shifts forward with a slight smile on his face. He waves. 

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Hi.”

The sound of your voice makes Zoro whip around. You stand a few feet away, a hand held up awkwardly as you greet the intimidating trio from the door. Zoro looks stricken at your presence, completely frozen in place. Unsure of how to react, you flash him a small smile and mirror Sanji’s wave. 

The swordsman is the person who found you initially and clued you into a past you didn’t know still existed. After a few days of intense deliberation, you decided to get some answers from him, which is why you find yourself onboard the Strawhats’ ship in the late hours of the afternoon. 

“Sorry, am I intruding?”

Robin offers  you an easy smile that automatically makes you relax. “No, dear. What can we do for you?”

“If it’s alright, I’d like to speak with Zoro.”

“Uh…” Robin and Sanji both look to Zoro for confirmation, but the swordsman stays completely still; almost impressively statuesque. Shock roots him to the floor and strangles any words he may be able to produce. Sanji gapes—half exasperated and half pitying—at his reaction. Robin shakes her head and tries to diffuse the uncomfortable atmosphere with a—now strained—smile. 

“That should be fine…” She pauses, looking over Zoro sympathetically. “I think.”

“Are you sure? If you guys are busy…”

Robin shakes her head. “Oh no, not at all. Sanji and I were just about to head out anyway.”

“We were?” Sanji yelps as Robin pinches his arm. “I mean, yes! Yes we were–are! We are. Goodbye.”

You smile awkwardly as the two bid you farewell and shuffle their way outside. The door closes firmly behind you, leaving you in a heavy silence with a man who still hasn’t made a move to speak—or do much of anything. His eyes never stray from you, even as you avert your gaze from his intense one. The look in Zoro’s eyes makes something in you ache, but you force yourself to push the unfamiliar feeling aside and focus on the situation at hand. 

“I’m sorry for surprising you like this. If you don’t want to–”

“I do,” he interrupts. You look up, startled, and he nods to a seat across from him. You take the hint and gingerly slip into the wooden chair, careful not to get too close to him. Something about the man just makes you nervous. 

“I should… sorry. You just caught me off guard, that’s all.” He rubs the back of his neck and makes a strange expression—almost sheepish. You have a feeling that not much catches him off guard. 

“That’s alright.”

“What did you want to talk about?” Zoro folds his arms and leans back, a casual pose that fits him rather well. Casual, however, is the last word you’d use to describe this encounter. The formality of it all is more than uncomfortable—you wish there was some way to break the ice.

“First, I wanted to apologize for how I reacted when we first met,” you begin. 

“You mean when you looked at me like I was batshit crazy and slammed the door in my face?” 

You cringe at the memory. “Not my best moment, I assure you.”

He cracks a small smile at your embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.”

Some of the anxiety eases from your body at his change in expression. It gives you just enough encouragement to say your next words. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table separating you from him, and clasp your hands together. He watches your movements closely, but says nothing.

“This is awkward, I know. I just wanted to talk to you,” you pause, trying to work out what to say. “I want to know more.”

He considers you for a moment and sighs. He looks exhausted—you wonder if that’s normal for him.

“[Y/N], Can I be honest?” 

“Go for it.”

“I have no fucking idea how to navigate this.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’re holding. “Oh thank god, me neither.”

With those words,  most of the strange, unnerving tension vanishes from the room. You’re both still wary of the situation—but no longer of each other. 

“How about this…” You look straight at him. “I’ll ask you questions and anything you don’t want to answer, we pass. The same goes for you to me. Does that work?”

He nods. “Yeah. That works.”

You grin. “Perfect. Question one: how do we know each other?”

“You’re part of our crew—our family,” he answers softly. 

“Right, you mentioned that… you said the crew is my family. Is that literal? We’re… related?” 

“No.”  Zoro’s answer comes immediately. He looks horrified. “No. God no.”

“Oh. Alright then. Just… close?”

“Very.”

“I see,” you reply, feeling awkward once again. Why did you have to bring that up? Any idiot could have surmised for themselves with context clues. The confirmation wasn’t necessary—so why were you so desperate for it?

“Is it my turn now?”

“Sure. What do you want to know?”

This time, Zoro’s the one who leans forward. He studies you for a moment, tracing the contours of your face with his eyes. The scrutiny should unsettle you, but for some reason, you find yourself captivated by his attention. He looks at you in a way that takes your breath away. Your intuition was right—there is something immensely important about your relationship with this man. You have to find out what it is—what he is to you. 

“What happened? They said you died in a fire,” he swallows. His voice is shaky as he recalls your supposed ‘death’. 

“From what I can remember, which isn’t much by any means, is waking up in an unknown bedroom. Turns out, I was found unconscious in the nearby woods. Thankfully, a sweet old lady found me and brought me inside. I was sick for a few days after I woke up—presumably from the smoke inhalation. I suppose that I somehow managed to escape that fire. The whole thing is foggy—I couldn’t even remember my own name up until recently,” you explain as best you can. 

Zoro listens intently, absorbing your every word. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay. Have you remembered anything else?”

“No. Just my name. I know nothing about my life.” You feel your throat close up from unwanted emotions. “I know nothing about who I am. That’s why I’m here. I want to know about myself. I want to remember.”

His expression softens. “That’s all I want too.”

There’s a brief pause as you try to compose yourself. The sky is blindingly orange from where the two of you sit—right next to a large, open window facing out the side of the ship. The spring winds are gentle and warm as they tickle your skin. Ribbons of purple and pink streak the sinking sky; you take in the views, a sense of nostalgia almost overwhelming you. You stare out at the expanse, captivated by the open water and infinite sky. The world is so vast—you must have a place in it.

“It’s beautiful. The view from here.” You’re still looking at the horizon. It calms you. 

“Yeah. It is.”

You turn your attention back to Zoro. His eyes are on you… and he doesn’t look away. Your nerves are alight. 

“Is there anything else you want to know?”

“Um.” You scratch your head awkwardly, unsure how to broach the topic. “I do have another question. Feel free to pass if you don’t want to answer. I don’t mind, I promise.”

“I’ll answer anything.”

“Were we… uh… were we together?” You ask hesitantly. “Romantically, I mean.”

He answers you with sadness in his eyes. “No. We weren’t.”

“Oh.” Is that disappointment you feel? Strange. You don’t even know this man. 

“We were closer than that.”

You perk up. “Really?”

“More than you know.”

Something in that answer makes you pause. A sense of guilt rears its ugly head, making you question your actions so far. Zoro interrupts your thoughts from spiralling any further. 

“If you’re going to apologize again, don’t bother.”

You blink in surprise. “How did you…?”

“I know you, [Y/N]. You used to know me too,” he replies. 

“I don’t know you the way you want me to,” you blurt out. 

Your words hurt him. You can tell by the way he flinches ever so slightly, but he tries to hide it—or perhaps ignore it, hoping that the pain will go away. That hope is always disappointed. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me…”

He brushes it off. “Will you stay?”

“Pardon?” You’re taken aback by his bold ask. 

“Stay with us. On the ship. It might help with getting your memories back.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“That’s… okay too. Just stay. Please?”

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

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It's been months and nothing, absolutely nothing, has returned to you. You’ve acclimated to life onboard fairly quickly, which comes to no one’s surprise. Every day you interact with the crew, hoping for some semblance of familiarity, to no avail. Lately, Zoro’s been ignoring you. He tries to be subtle about it, but you’re not stupid. His presence is like a ghost; only heard in passing mentions and seen in half-second flashes. At the brink of your frustration, you’ve decided to try and corner him today after the mission. 

Luffy barely manages to take a single bite of his food before you burst into the kitchen and grab him by the shoulders. 

“Captain!” 

“Mmfmfgh–” He swallows. “What?”

“Zoro. Where is he?”

He takes another bite of his food and chews thoughtfully. Without breaking from his dinner, he points to his left at another door.

“Thank you!” You call out as you rush out the door. Within seconds, you find yourself in the lounge, empty save for Zoro and his swords—two of which he is polishing. 

At your intrusion, he gathers his weapons and makes to leave, no doubt about to use some lame excuse for running away again. You don’t give him the chance. 

“Nuh uh. Don’t you dare.” You move in front of the door and block it with your body. 

Zoro shoots you a pointed stare. “You’re locking me in?”

“How else am I supposed to get your attention, hm? Seems that you’ve forgotten me altogether.”

“I couldn’t forget you even if I wanted to,” he sighs. 

You step forward, closing the distance. “Then why the hell are you ignoring me?”

He shifts uncomfortably. You press on. 

“I know I didn’t do anything wrong, so what is it? Tell me, Zoro. This isn’t fair.”

At the last sentence, something changes slightly in his expression—it balances between the lines of frustration, resentment, and hurt. He looks at you again, but there’s something wrong this time—you see a desperation that wasn’t there before. 

“Do you even know my last name?”

You freeze, guilt washing over you. You both know what the answer is, there’s no need for you to voice out what you both dread to hear. 

“I…” You falter, unsure of where to go from here. 

“I have to stop myself sometimes,” he continues. There’s a raspiness to his tone that hurts to hear. “I want to say and do things that I know I can’t because you’re not the person I knew. I want to tell you everything; I want to laugh at our inside jokes and reminisce on shared memories. But I can’t. Do you know how much that kills me? That you look at me differently?”

You’re shocked to your core when you see a tear roll down his cheek. You can’t move, the sight too heartbreaking to bear. 

He comes up to you, eyes glassy, and whispers: “You feel so far away.” 

You can’t breathe. 

“I’m sorry.” That’s all you can do: apologize. Hurt and apologize. 

Without thinking, you pull him into a hug—the need to comfort him overtakes any sort of awkwardness you may feel. He clings onto you desperately. You let him—it only feels right. 

“You’re still you. I know that but… it’s like you’ve moved to a place where I can no longer reach you. All I can do is hold onto the memories you left behind, hoping that they’ll mean something to you again. I just want you to come back to me. I don’t care how selfish that makes me. I don’t care. Just please… come back.”

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice breaks at the raw pain in his own. Zoro tightens his grip on you ever so slightly. His head rests against your collar and he’s trembling with you in his grasp—he knows it won’t last… so he lets go. 

Your own expression is on the verge of breaking. You choke down a sob as he keeps his head lowered and mumbles a quiet apology before leaving. You’re too stunned to stop him. The ache in your chest blossoms into something paralyzing, and you’re confused at how badly it hurts you—how could something so unknown be so devastating?

You need to get out. You need to leave and do something—anything. You need to find a way to breathe. With a sharp inhale, you flee the cabin and disembark. Thankfully, the ship is at port for a routine supply run. Without a second glance back, you run straight for the woods, and you keep running until you find a spot nestled in the bank of a looming cliff. 

There’s a gushing waterfall that thunders in your ears. The sound is so familiar. The scene… so intimate. 

It hits you all at once. The fight. The history. The moments. You don’t even realize you’re crying until it's too late—your face is a mess. Hell, you’re a mess. It doesn’t matter. You sprint for home. It's nearing dusk and your vision is blurry from the nonstop tears, but somehow you manage to make it back onboard. No one else is back yet, but you know Zoro stayed. You have to find him.

A noise sounds from above you. You’re running again. You spot him in the corner of your eye and your heart almost stops. He’s facing away from you, completely unaware. 

You look crazy and you don’t care.

Zoro is on the upper deck leaning against the railing. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees you barreling towards him, eyes red and face stricken. 

“[Y/N]? What are you—”

You crash into him, the unexpected force knocks him back a step as you wrap your arms tight around his stomach. He stiffens in surprise for a second before hugging you back with equal fervor. 

Zoro’s voice trembles. “Are your–”

“I love you.”

Those words release something inside of him; like a switch was just flipped and all those months of grief—all the hurt—was remedied with that one truth. You feel his entire body relax and sink into yours, the weight of his relief enveloping you in warmth and softness. You’re full on sobbing into his shoulder now, soaking his shirt with your tears. He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter. You’re the only thing that matters.

“I love you too.”

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posting the third and final chapter to my zoro fic: “the prince(ss) and protector” tomorrow; does anyone want to be tagged?

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⸻ imprint.

pairing: grimmjow x reader

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: life becomes increasingly complicated after a seemingly one-night stand with grimmjow extends way past the one-night mark.

as it turns out, arrancars become very clingy, very fast.

Opening your eyes to an arrancar laid next to you in your bed was not your idea of a happy wake-up call. He was still asleep; his gentle snores break the silence as you spring up, scrambling to retrace last night’s memories. A soft groan leaves you as it all comes flooding back.

The break up. The violent sobbing. The tissues and excessive consumption of bottom shelf tequila. The violent puking. The rebound that was currently still in your bed.

Oh, you are so thoroughly, completely fucked.

You curse yourself. How could you be so stupid as to drunkenly hook up with—

Your thoughts stutter as your brain fully catches up to last night’s memories. You remember the screaming and anger when you found out about your ex’s infidelity, which led to a night of reckless abandonment at a nearby bar, which further led to your very worried friends picking you up and bringing you home. Grimmjow was there for reasons you can’t remember. What you can recall, definitively, is that you did not sleep with him. He had carried you up to your apartment, settled you in bed, and was about to leave when you dragged him into the sheets for cuddles, refusing to let go until he conceded.

Embarrassing? Yes. As bad as hooking up with him? Not by a long shot.

A shift in movement beside you jolts you out of your thoughts. Grimmjow mutters something, voice still groggy with sleep. You freeze and ignore him, pretending not to hear. You pray that he goes back to sleep. Your prayers go unheard.

“[Y/N]?”

Silence.

He blinks one strikingly blue eye open and settles it on you. With a roll of his neck, he stretches out—lazy and languid. You stare straight at your bedroom door, hoping to avoid eye contact—and his incredibly sculpted muscles.

Why the hell is he shirtless?!

“Good morning,” you say with as much casualness as you can muster. It isn’t a lot. Your words come out more strangled than you intended. You want to weep.

Grimmjow doesn’t seem to notice—or care. “Morning. You want coffee?”

“I…” you swallow, unsure of how to navigate this situation. You decide to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I think you should go.”

Grimmjow opens his mouth to say something, but something in your expression stops him. He just gives you a slightly perplexed look before nodding slowly.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Are you serious?” He scoffs, unbelieving. “You realize the entire reason why I barely slept a wink last night was because you kept tossing, turning, and crying so hard I thought you’d shrivel up from dehydration?”

You feel your cheeks flame.

“You didn’t have to stay!”

Grimmjow moves closer to you, angling himself to face you directly. The proximity makes you dizzy among such tension.

“What was I supposed to do, sweetheart? Leave you to drown in your own tears? I’m not that cruel.”

You repeat yourself, quieter this time. “You still didn’t have to stay.”

“I chose to.”

He moves away, leaving you speechless and confused.

“Get dressed.”

“What?” You reply, still reeling from his words. “Why?”

“I’m taking you to breakfast.”

Dumbfounded, you can only manage another: “What?”

“Breakfast. To replenish all those fluids you lost.” Grimmjow swings his coat over his shoulders before tossing a hoodie on your head. “And to fuel up before killing that ex boyfriend of yours.”

He leaves the room before you can process his words. Once you do, you jump up from the bed with a wince—the hangover still piercing—and scramble after him in alarm.

“Grim! Don’t you fucking dare! Get back here, you overgrown lab rat!”

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“I need help.”

Ichigo barely looks up from the eggs benedict he’s scarfing down. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d be scared he’d choke.

“Wow. You must be desperate if you’re coming to me for relationship advice.”

“First of all, it's not a relationship. Second of all, I know enough embarrassing things about you to ruin the rest of your very long life if you ever decided to speak of this to someone else.”

He shoots you a sideways look. “Noted.”

You anxiously drum your fingers on the table. “It’s about Grimmjow.”

Ichigo wrinkles his nose. “What about him?”

“He’s been acting weird.”

The shinigami bites into a piece of bacon. You already regret bringing him to brunch to sort this out. Sadly, it was the only way to get him to bail on his college club meeting.

“Weird how?” He asks between chews.

You sigh. “I don’t even know. Ever since that night, something’s been different. He’s weirdly clingy—the other day, I was running errands and ended up with a six-foot-one tag-along for every single one. It made my bank visit and hair appointment interesting, to say the least. Does he have a crush on me now or something?”

“Oh that’s not new.”

You look at Ichigo in puzzlement. “What are you talking about?”

“The crush? That’s not new. Whatever this thing is, it’s worse,” he answers nonchalantly.

The news makes your head spin. Grimmjow has a crush on you? Why? How? Since when? Was it when he moved to the human world?

Ichigo’s voice pulls you from your spiral. “Have you watched any vampire or werewolf movies?”

You balk at the insinuation. “Are you saying he imprinted on me? Like some kind of giant freak baby duck?!”

“More like he’s simply gotten attached to you… maybe it’s some weird arrancar mating thing?” Ichigo offers.

You deflate. “That is so not better.”

He shrugs. “You’re the one that decided to get into bed with an arrancar.”

“We didn’t do anything!”

“...Would you want to?”

You open your mouth for a firm rejection, but for some reason the words lodge in your throat. Grimmjow is rough around the edges, without question. He’s stubborn, reckless, and a pain in your ass. Regardless, you’ve been privy to his genuinity firsthand. You can’t recall a single time he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him.

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You should figure that out then. It seems you both have some complicated feelings to sort out.”

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Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing for the last twenty minutes. Your ex has found another number already—the last one was blocked only two days ago. You have half a mind to throw your phone into the pond in front of you. The koi fish probably wouldn’t be too happy about that, though—and neither would their owner. Out of respect for the wildlife—and Rukia—you settle for shutting the device off entirely. A temporary fix, yes, but at least you’ll have some peace and quiet for the rest of the night.

The party inside is in full swing—crowds of people mill around the house with drinks in hand and inhibitions loose. The music is so loud the bass shakes the foundations of the building; four stories of flashing lights, hazy vapours, and drunken stupors thrum a few hundred feet behind you. Rukia’s place is huge—perfect for a summer send off for a bunch of rowdy college students. You only hope Byakuya doesn’t find out about this one. The last time that happened… you cringe at the memory.

The garden is far enough from the main part of the house—mansion, more appropriately—that you only hear muffled beats of the blaring stereos and screaming students. A good thing too as you feel a headache coming on from the events of the night. You sit on a soft patch of grass a few metres from the edge of the water, watching as shining fish circle each other in colourful rhythms. The solo cup in your hand has long run dry. You prefer to stay sober from now on; you don’t need a repeat of what happened two months ago.

The moon is high against the dark canvas of the sky. It should be half past one by now. From your experience, the partygoers won’t filter out until hours later.

The sound of footsteps makes you turn. Grimmjow saunters towards you, a beer in hand. You aren’t sure how to act around him. You haven’t ever since you found out about his crush on you. You aren’t even sure you believe it to be true; it’s Grimmjow, for heaven’s sake. A crush? Romantic feelings? Such concepts don’t even exist in the lives of people like him.

Regardless, it’s been an awkward couple of weeks—for you, at least. It’s not easy trying to ignore an arrancar hellbent on pestering you every second of the day.

You’d be lying if you say you haven’t missed him though.

“Drink?” He holds out his bottle to you in offering.

You wince. “Better not. I have plans tomorrow morning.”

He takes a seat next to you in the grass. You shuffle over slightly, still wary of his closeness. The movement makes him frown, but surprisingly, he doesn’t comment on it.

“What plans?”

“I…” You hesitate. For reasons you don’t want to understand, it feels uncomfortable to tell him. “I have a date.”

Grimmjow’s beer bottle shatters in his hand, spraying him with alcohol. You jump up in alarm, panicking at the mess of glass and foaming liquid.

“Holy shit! Are you okay?! What the hell was that?!”

“I’m fine,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

You stare at him in bewilderment. The liquid drips down his forearm, pooling at his feet. Glass shards litter the grass around him as he wipes his hand on the front of his jeans.

“Let me see your hand.”

He pulls away from you as you try to take his hand in yours. “I said I’m fine.”

“Your hand, Grimmjow. Give it,” you insist.

He grumbles in annoyance but eventually relents. He was right—there’s no cut in sight. His skin is unbroken and… really, really warm. You yank your hand away, flustered at the heated contact.

“A date? Seriously?”

“Huh?” You look up, embarrassment forgotten. He’s looking straight ahead towards the pond and garden fixtures, avoiding direct eye contact with you.

He’s beautiful.

You startle yourself with that sudden thought. When did you start noticing the little things? Like the curve of his lips and the vibrance of his eyes. When did you start viewing him… differently? You ignore these dangerous thoughts—pushing them aside to maintain a semblance of control.

“What’s wrong with a date?”

He grunts in answer. He still hasn’t looked at you.

“It’s just this blind date thing I promised a friend I would try. It’s not like it’ll go anywhere,” you ramble. You’re not quite sure why you feel the need to explain yourself but you do it regardless. “Anyway, I’m still dealing with the break-up so it’s not like I have time or the mental capacity to actually date.”

“You still haven’t moved on?” He asks, disgust lacing his tone.

You shrug. From your asshole ex? Absolutely. From the emotional turmoil of the relationship’s aftermath? Not so much.

“I’m dealing with it.”

Grimmjow does not like that answer. “For fucks sake, [Y/N], how are you still hung up on him? How is he worth this? Any of this? That bastard hasn’t deserved you since the day he got you!”

Your jaw drops at his outburst.

“Why are you getting so worked up about this?”

“Because you’re being fucking stupid!” Grimmjow stands up and starts pacing. The unexpected argument sends you spiralling into a fit of anger matching his own.

“Excuse me?” You stand up too and narrow your eyes at the arrancar.

He whips around to you, all six-foot-one of him towering over your frame. The heat emanating off of him is palpable in the chilly night air. His gaze is sharp—cutting into your own with intense emotion.

“You’re stupid because you don’t realize you deserve better.”

“And what? Who the hell is better? You?” You’re pushing him for a reaction.

He gives it to you.

“Yes!”

The word makes you both freeze. Grimmjow looks shocked at his own response; his eyes are so wide you can see your own surprise reflected in their icy blue.

“So you do have feelings for me,” you whisper.

Grimmjow’s head drops, his gaze now boring into the ground. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was embarrassed.

“Was that not fucking obvious?” He grumbles.

“Apparently not to me.”

He rubs his neck and lets out a long breath. “Well…” His eyes focus on you. “Now you know.”

Your heart is beating so fast it feels like it’ll burst out of your chest.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Grimmjow asks uneasily. He fidgets with his hair, anxiously waiting for your reply.

“You’re one of my closest friends, Grim. I don’t like change. I’m not very good at it,” you note.

“But what if the change is good?”

You cough out a dry laugh. “Are you saying you’re good? You? Mr. Almighty Espada?”

“Depends who you ask.”

You pretend to think. “Hmm… how about Ichigo?”

“Who cares what that moron thinks.”

“Well, considering he’s my best friend—”

Grimmjow scowls. “Still not thrilled about that, by the way.”

You smile at his indignation.

“I’m not cancelling my date.”

“What?” Grimmjow’s face falls and you try not to giggle at how easily he resembles a kicked puppy.

“Tomorrow. 5pm. Pick me up then?”

It takes a second for him to register what you mean, but when he does, he smirks and throws an arm around you, pulling you in for a side-hug that nearly suffocates you. You don’t mind at all.

“Or we can just start the date now.”

You laugh. “Slow done, cowboy. I have to change my number first thing tomorrow morning. He hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone.”

Grimmjow growls. “You know, you shouldn’t have stopped me from killing him last time.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re joking.” You tilt your head in concern. “It’s worrying.”

He shoots you an irritated look. “Why would I be joking?”

You merely shake your head, looking at him in amusement. For the first time in a long while, you have a feeling that everything will work out just fine.

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yall i lied i AM gonna write another part for the zoro fic (prince[ess] and protector) stay tuned

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ONE PIECE

✧ ZORO ✧

⊹ · ✧ WE SAIL THE STARS ─── PT. II

⊹ · ✧ THE PRINCE(SS) & THE PROTECTOR ─── PT. II ✧ PT. III

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⊹ · ✧ JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY

...and more to come 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ

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⸻ THE ART OF DYING WELL.

pairing: aizen x reader

word count: 2k

synopsis:  "lovers? we are much, much worse."

notes: good luck!

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It’s not like you planned on killing the man you loved. You had wished for it, certainly. You had dreamed of it too—often enough that the steady, sickening crunch of your blade through his chest was well-memorized. In such dreams, the same scene played out, over and over and over, until you gasped awake, sweating and shivering from the chilling dread burrowing into your skin. 

His eyes would stare into yours, hollow and still. His lips, slightly parted, only whispered one thing: weak.

He called it out into the static space. The only sound breaking the eerie silence was his voice, heavy and mocking, as that one word repeated in vicious tandem. 

Weak for not letting go. 

Weak for what you felt. 

Weak for what you could not do—what you could not bring yourself to do—and deep down, you knew that weakness would ruin you. 

Just like Aizen did when he unraveled the Seireitei to a state of near collapse. 

They were ill-prepared for what he had set in motion and only desperately held on to the hope Ichigo and yourself brought. The Substitute Shinigami was an unknown and powerful variable, while you, as the Arrancar’s prisoner, had access to their inner workings. 

Aizen didn’t like it when you referred to yourself as a “prisoner” or his actions as what they blatantly were: kidnapping, so you continued to do so at every chance possible. It irked him—that small ounce of defiance. It made a man like him, weighed by hubris, sink a little deeper. 

The slight twitch of his lips every time—a signal of his discomfort— made you smile. You could still get under his skin. You revelled at that fact. Any chance to fight back was an opportunity you seized; Even though fighting him physically was out of the question, you at least had that slight over him. 

You didn’t ask him to take you with him. You didn’t ask him to spare you. And you certainly didn’t ask him to hold you captive, sequestered away while war rages on in the land above. 

You didn’t ask for any of it. So, you would make him pay for it in any way you could. 

Despite that, there had been a question nagging at the corner of your mind since the day he swept you away. As fitting of its subject, it asked something treacherous. 

The fact of the matter was: Aizen had spared you. He had taken you from your home and turned his back on everything you knew, yes, but he had also kept you safe—and not only safe, but well-fed, pampered, and shielded away from the violence. 

Violence he perpetuated, you reminded yourself. 

It did not matter how fancy your room was. It was still sealed by four impenetrable walls—a cushy cell made impossible to escape. It was a prison forged to hold its inhabitants captive.  

Aizen may not have shackled you with chains, but freedom was as lost to you as the man you once knew. 

Despite that, you had technically not planned to kill Aizen. Not today, at least, which is why the sight of his blood dripping down the dagger in your hand makes you scream. 

The shock of the sight jolts you awake. You find yourself springing up in bed, sweat beading on your skin as the nerves slowly dispel. The sheets are crumpled up in your fists and you try to let go, but the tension hasn’t yet dissipated. 

It was another dream?

Even in dreams, he haunts you. 

This time, however, it felt too real. It was strange. The vividness was startling—bordering on traumatizing—and you can’t shake off the foreboding feeling clinging onto you. He was right in front of you. Pale, cold, and lifeless. 

The door clicks open and Aizen strides in with a palpable air of urgency. There’s a crease in his brow, indicating worry. 

“A nightmare?”

You don’t even reprimand his intrusion. You are far too exhausted by what you just experienced. 

“Yes.” You run your hands over your face, trying to rub away the stress.  “Or maybe a very lovely dream.”

“Care to share it?” He inquires. 

“With you?” 

Aizen nods, moving closer. His steps are light and smooth, almost like he is floating. Maybe he is. 

“I want you to leave,” you whisper. The words are soft and unhurried, but they carry an unbearable weight. 

“Will you be alright?”

You scoff. “I am in a prison of your making. It doesn’t get any more secure than this, right?”

“I heard you scream,” he replies coolly. 

“Yes, well…” You lean back onto the headboard and stare up at the towering, empty ceiling. “If we’re both lucky, one day you will hear far worse.”

Aizen doesn’t leave. Instead, he makes his way even closer, until he hovers at the end of your bed. 

“What did you dream of?” 

Why are his words spoken with such gentleness?

“Your death. Your murder.”

A pause. “And it scared you?”

“It delighted me,” you lie. 

If he’s bothered by your words, he doesn’t show it. He just nods and makes to leave. Out of habit, you reach out a hand to stop him, only to freeze as you realize what you’re doing. Your grasp falls short and you watch as he ignores the gesture—for your sake or his, you aren’t sure—and turns his back to you. 

No more words are spoken as Aizen vanishes, leaving you to cold silence and muddled thoughts. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“You keep me confined here. Why?” 

The question has been in your mind since the beginning, and your curiosity has finally reached its boiling point—alongside your irritation.

Aizen looks up from the book he had been reading and tilts his head in consideration. 

“Are you concerned for your safety? I promise no harm will come to you.”

“Your promises mean nothing,” you say bluntly. “Answer the question.”

He closes the book in his hands, but not before smoothly folding a corner crease to keep the page. He sits at the opposite end of the large coffee table, facing you directly. You had been reading something of your own when Aizen decided—much to your protests—to join you. It has been an hour of silent reading and uncomfortable tension—at least on your part. Aizen could not look more relaxed if he tried. 

“Let me ask you something then-”

You interrupt him. “I asked first.”

Aizen only smiles. 

“Indulge me?”

Again, you ignore him. “Why not just kill me?”

His smile fades. “I don’t want you dead.”

“Why?”

“So many questions…”

“And you still haven’t given me an actual answer!” You snap. 

He’s still infuriatingly calm, as always. You resent the fact you can’t leave—that every sense of your space is dictated by him. You want to be away from him, more than anything. Staying here with this man, stuck in this beautiful, suffocating room, is a tremendous effort. 

His continued silence drains you. You slump, anger whisked away and replaced by exhaustion. 

“Do you want me to hate you?” You whisper. 

“Quite the opposite. I would never hurt you.”

“So you say,” you reply dryly. 

“It’s the truth.”

“Is that what you told Hinamori before you stabbed her and left her for dead? Hm? Is that what you said to Central 46 before slaughtering them all?”

He sighs. “You can believe what you want.”

“Oh, but I can’t, can I? Thanks to you, I can’t even trust my own thoughts, much less my beliefs.”

“Your beliefs are your own to have. I would never take that away from you.”

“Ah, right. Just my freedom then.”

“What is freedom in a meaningless world?”

“Enough with the philosophy, Aizen. I’m sick of running around in these circles, chasing my own tail in search of answers.” You lean forward and hold his piercing gaze. Eyes so full of wisdom and judgement—how easily you could get lost in them again, just like before. “Tell me why.”

Something flickers across his expression, but whatever it is, remains unnamed. 

“This is how I guarantee your safety and secure my weakness.”

Your confusion must be evident because Aizen continues. 

“I can predict many things. I can plan and organize down to the very last detail—until the future unfolds along the seams of my script. I can prepare in every way imaginable. All of that… and I still cannot control everything. Not yet.” He drums his fingers on the armrest, frustration lacing those last words. “Your safety couldn’t be guaranteed unless I secured you myself. With that, I eliminate my weakness as well. With you here, contained in this fortress, I have no need to worry about you on the battlefield.”

You stare, unable to make anything of his confession. 

“Are you saying I’m your weakness?”

“As far as I understand.”

A short pause. You nod. 

“Good.”

He quirks a brow. “Good?”

“Yes. It is good I make you weak. It will make it easier to kill you.”

Again, he only smiles. 

“I look forward to dying.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“You always act like you know everything—that everything is all a part of your plan.” You look up at Aizen through tear-filled eyes. “Tell me, was this a part of your plan?”

The blood is real this time. It is warm and sticky and runs viscous lines down your forearms before pooling at your feet. You press your palms against the gushing wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding, but it’s no use. Doing so is as useful as putting a single bandage on a severed limb and hoping it’ll grow back. 

Aizen is leaned against a wall with his head slumped against your shoulder. His skin is a startling shade of white and sweat beads on his forehead. The sight makes you panic, and the panic makes you hyperventilate.  

This isn’t  supposed to happen this way. How is this even possible? This is Aizen, of all people—the closest thing to a God the world has seen. How could Aizen be this shivering, weak mess bleeding out in your arms? 

The blood won’t stop. His clothing is soaked a deep red, forming a dark ring in the area around his chest where a hole has split it open. The sight makes you nauseous, but your desperation to save him overtakes that feeling. 

“I need to call for help. Comms are cut but maybe if I-”

“No.” His voice is so quiet that, for a split second, you think you’re hearing things. 

“What?”

“It is inevitable.”

“What are you talking about? You are not dying like this. You’re too smart for-”

He cuts you off again. “Which is…” he groans as he shifts back, head lifting to look at you through lidded eyes. The pain is tense in his face. “Which is how I know it is inevitable.”

Somehow, he softens. “You do too.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you face him—and reality. 

“I know,” you whisper. 

His head falls back and he lets out a pained breath. Your hands are still on his chest, stained red with his blood. 

“I regret I could not be what you wanted.” Each word is quiet and strained. Your heart clenches in response. 

“For a while, you were,” you reply. You can barely speak the next words without choking on them. “I did love you. The ‘you’ that was presented to the world, at least.”

“Good.” He nods. 

“Aizen?” Your voice trembles. The acceptance is numbing. It is turning you to stone. 

“Yes.”

Do me a favour and die well. Die… happy. It will lessen the pain.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Keep that promise for me, won’t you?” 

…

“Aizen?”

You wait, but an answer doesn’t come. 

It never comes. 

It takes his death for you to realize that your relationship with Aizen was a frantic undoing of legacy and trust. It was doomed from the very beginning—just as anything he touched would be.

Perhaps death came for Aizen because of that—because it was the only thing that had the power to free him from the confines of a world too small for him. 

Perhaps death was exactly what he needed.

You did not think you could envy death until now. 

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Heyyyy I wanted to ask, which parings to you ship in bleach?

hii to be completely honest i don’t actually ship many bleach ships (mostly just canon ones lol):

1. me x grimmjow

2. ichigo x orihime

3. rukia and renji (my favourites ever)

4. RANGIKU AND GIN😭😭😭 #doomedpairingsftw

there’s also ship dynamics i love like shunsui x ukitate, or aizen x shinji, but i don’t actively ship (? Does that even make sense)

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hi hi!!! I hate to ask and push but will you be posting more of atging soon? I love it so much!

hello!! im still working on the next chapter (slowly..😣) and will be continuing the fic! just sadly rn im having a bit of writers block and am focusing on other works

dw though i have no plans on dropping it anytime soon! sorry for the wait guys🙏🏻

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Maybe a fluffy x reader where the reader asks zoro to brush their hair............... it would be very awsum and silly methinks and i dont think ive seen anyone do it

i will add the idea to my req list! definitely should write something nice after torturing everyone with back to back angst..

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debating on whether or not to revamp my entire blog theme… thinking blue + yellow

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i have something brewing for all my aizen fans out there

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hii im hoping theres a part 3 to tpatp? if there is can i be added to the tl?

hi !! unfortunately there will not be :( i don’t have any plans on continuing that fic, sorryyyy