#* {Szayelaporro Granz; Canon}

[reiiishii]

Fuck it we ball like this for something from either Merisi or Szayelaporro

[jplupine]

Day 2: Szayelaporro Granz ~ Tentacles

Pairing: Szayelaporro Granz x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2.6k Date Published: October 2, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Monster!Szayel, Dom!Szayel, Exophilia, Size Difference, Tentacles, Tentacle Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Hair Pulling, Outdoor Sex, Throat Grabbing, Creampie, Dub/Non-Con Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Szayel also uses the term 'little fighter' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Wynter is on a camping trip and walking back to their tent when a strange flower catches their eye.

You can also read it on AO3!

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

  Sighing as I pushed a lower tree branch out of my way, I was heading back to my tent. This camping trip had quickly soured when a fight broke out between two of the others, but it was thankfully quiet now with everyone going off to bed.

  The night sky was full of stars as crickets chirped from the shadows. The moon was high and bright, so I could thankfully see the woods around me.

  I was almost back to my tent when a sweet scent tickled my nose. It was floral and enticing, and when I looked in the direction it was coming from, I saw a large flower growing from a squat bush. I'd never seen one like it before with thick, pink petals and a paler center.

  Glancing back ahead, I could see my tent between the trees. It wouldn't hurt to take a short look at the sweet-smelling flower.

  Getting closer, I realized it was bigger than I had previously thought. The stem also looked black with strange swirls like eyes. The center lacked any stamens or pistils as well.

  My brows furrowed at the odd flower. I didn't have a clue what type it was and pulled out my phone from my back pocket. Pulling up my camera app, I used my other hand to cup the flower to keep it still for the picture. I was shocked to find that it was warm to the touch.

  It was summer, but the heat of the flower couldn't be explained by the warm air. Taking a picture to be able to later identify it, the flash revealed more beyond the squat bush.

  Stumbling back after seeing what was just a few feet away, I tripped and fell. My phone landed in the grass, and the creature on the other side of the bushes stood up. It was tall with a lithe body and wing-like appendages stretching out.

  When it turned, I was surprised to see the face of a man. He looked down at me with his pale eyes before resting a clawed hand on his chin. The strange flower moved, and I saw it was actually the tip of his tail as it now swayed behind him.

  How his eyes seemed to study me before his wings lowered gave no indication as to what he was thinking. Glancing at my phone, I thought fast and picked it up before bolting toward camp. I didn't get far when something wrapped around my leg and dragged me back.

  I hit the ground with a quiet thud, and when I went to shout for help, my mouth was covered.

  "I haven't seen one like you before." He spoke with a calm, cool tone from behind me. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw more appendages coming from him with markings that looked like black eyes with white, slit pupils.

  I was panicking as another one wrapped around my other leg and I was brought closer to the bushes. Dropping my phone, I then twisted around to try and pry the tentacles off my legs. More quickly grabbed my wrists to pull my hands away.

  I kept struggling and shouting even if it was muffled. Kicking out my legs, I was then lifted off the ground.

  "Aren't you a fighter?" He smirked while watching me squirm and fight to no avail. From this angle, I could now see his legs were long and bird-like with sharp talons. "Oh, listen to your little heart racing. How adorable." He held his cheek while having a patronizing tone.

  Screaming as loudly as I could, my throat hurt from the strain, but his tentacle covering my mouth muffled most of the noise. My failed efforts made him chuckle.

  "You don't have to be so frightened. I only wish to sate my curiosity." He then reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. "I've never seen a human with such features before." I was brought closer as his hand tilted up my jaw. "Let's have a better look, shall we?"

  His claws lazily dragged over my skin as his fingertips went down my neck. I swallowed, and his fingers went lower. His dark lips curled up into a mischievous smile when his claws met the top of my shirt.

  My heart beat faster when he began to undo each button. My hands balled into fists, and I felt his claws rake down my chest.

  "Mm. Such pretty skin." I tried to fight to get free again and didn't succeed. The tentacles wrapped around my limbs tighter, and my button-up was pulled open. "Oh? What's this?" He looked perplexed when he saw the scars on my chest.

  His fingers lightly traced my scars, causing a tingle to go up my spine from the gentle touch.

  "How peculiar." He muttered before his head slightly tilted. "Would you tell me what these are from?" He only looked me in the eye for a second to get his answer. "No, you'd scream as soon as you got the chance. You have a stronger drive for survival than other humans I've encountered." His hands went down my torso as his eyes observed the exposed parts of my body. "Short stature, but strong physique. Healthy looking." He was muttering to himself absentmindedly until his hands reached the waistband of my pants.

  His warm hands traced over my hips, sending sparks dancing across my skin. I was terrified of this creature and what he might do, but his gentle touch and soft voice were eliciting reactions I didn't want.

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I tried to ignore how my nipples had hardened. It also didn't help that his human face was rather handsome.

  Around his pale eyes were dark while the left one had black markings reaching up his forehead and down his cheek. His pink hair went past his shoulders, and his pale eyes were still looking down at my stomach.

  "How odd. You don't seem to have any other scars, little fighter." Without hesitation, he grabbed the button of my jeans and undid it before grabbing my zipper. I hollered against the tentacle still over my mouth while struggling to get free once more.

  The creature simply wrapped another tentacle around my hips to keep me as still as possible as he pulled my pants down. I tried to kick but couldn't.

  "I'm glad I caught you when I did. I'd bet you'd be rather fast once you picked up speed." He mused while looking at my thighs that were flexing from trying to kick him in the face. However, his gaze drifted, and he did a double-take.

  I felt my cheeks burn with shame since I could tell he was looking at my crotch. Even if I had on underwear, I still felt as if I was bare.

  Without saying a word, he grabbed the waistband of my underwear to pull them down. I tried to close my legs only to fail. He didn't say anything as his slit pupils continued to stare.

  He then looked back at my chest and seemed to figure something out.

  "Now I wonder what other mysteries you may hold." The tentacles holding my limbs moved to make me nearly parallel with the ground. "Hm. This looks normal enough for your species." The tentacles around my ankles forced my legs higher, and my face burned with shame.

  I hated this. I hated it. I hated it.

  But something about it had me so aroused.

  "Wait...." His brows furrowed as he leaned in closer. I struggled to keep him back, but he ignored my fighting since his tentacles kept him from harm. My fingers flexed like claws as my jaw clenched when I felt his claws against my vulva. I yelled in frustration and anger as he spread my lips with two fingers. "Oh. I see." The creature smirked with my wet heat exposed to him.

  I yelled some more, but any noise I made was smothered by the tentacle over my mouth. His tail swayed before he looked up at me.

  "You certainly are unique, little fighter. To struggle so much for freedom, yet become so aroused by being bound." He gently blew, and his breath rolled over my skin in a way that made my thighs twitch. "Let us explore this further." My eyes widened as he spread his fingers wider, and his tail came closer.

  I jolted when the petal-like appendage nudged against my clit. The warmth and velvety texture made me shudder. My eyes closed as I bared my teeth and tried not to enjoy it.

  However, the way it rubbed against me reminded me just how long it'd been since the last time I was touched. I was soon dripping wet and covering the tip of his tail with my slick arousal. The beast watched with amusement as I squirmed and gained a devilish smirk when my hips bucked.

  "You can't look away anymore, can you?" He questioned as his head slightly tilted. "You're too curious. Too fascinated. I, too, am curious about the outcome of this experiment." The tip of his tail pressed against my entrance, and I grunted from the bulbous head pushing inside.

  It then occurred to me as he inched in deeper that this appendage may not even be a tail at all. He was an amalgamation of features creating a creature I'd never seen before. How certain was I that anything I saw was what I assumed it to be?

  The way he exhaled and his feathered ears twitched made me believe even more....the flower was the head of his cock, not the tip of his tail. And it was currently buried deep inside me.

  He sat down, and his tentacles brought me down into his lap. He grabbed my legs with a firm grip before his tentacles shifted to pull my pants and underwear off completely. I tried kicking, but he was much stronger than he looked.

  The free tentacles then traveled up my torso and slid over my chest. The floral appendage inside me slid out until only the very tip remained. He shoved it back in, and my thighs flexed as I moaned.

  "You're so small. I'm surprised you can fit so much." The creature cooed near my ear. "But how long can you last?" My hands were held firmly near my head with my ankles spread as he looked down at me.

  The shape and texture of the flower stroking from inside made me have to bite my lip and clench my hands into fists in an attempt to quiet any more moans. I tried to close my legs but only managed to press my knees together. However, that didn't stop the creature from fucking me as he gave a disapproving hum.

  The tentacles on my chest moved and wrapped around my thighs to pull them apart. I tried to fight it, but he was so damn strong.

  And that excited me more deep down.

  His hands let go of my shins to touch me more. I shuddered and watched as his cock plunged into me over and over again with sick fascination. Each time I saw the pink petals glistening in the moonlight when he pulled out, I couldn't believe how wet I was.

  "You're so warm." He purred near my ear before squeezing my chest and pinching my nipples. "I wonder how you taste." His tongue glided over my cheek and temple as his breath caressed my face. "Delicious." His nose ventured into my hair, and he dragged his thumbs over my nipples. "My, you certainly don't want me to know how good this feels, do you? Go on, little fighter. You might as well moan since no one else can hear you."

  He was becoming distracted, and I could tell by how the tentacles around my wrists were loosening just a bit. The creature didn't seem to notice, and I quickly reached back before he could stop me. I grabbed his long hair and pulled hard enough that his head flew back just as his cock drove deep into my pussy. My back arched as I moaned, but it was utterly drowned out by his lewd moan.

  He didn't even bother to take my hands away because of how much he liked having his hair pulled. His claws raked down my chest and stomach as the tentacles around my wrists actually loosened more. In fact, they let go entirely to touch my body along with his hands instead.

  And I didn't let go of his hair. I pulled harder, making him moan again as the flower-tipped tentacle was making rhythmic, wet sounds between my thighs. I shuddered as my toes splayed from him pumping faster with enthusiasm.

  I felt his thighs twitch beneath me, and one of his hands came up around my throat. His lips brushed over the shell of my ear before he spoke again.

  "Do you want to cum?" His voice was low before he groaned. My back arched as I shivered, and he licked the side of my neck. "If you don't answer, I'll drag this out until you're whimpering and won't let you even if you beg."

  My hips bucked as heat dripped down my ass and trailed down the dark flesh of his cock. I nodded and moaned as my grip in his hair tightened.

  "Yes? You want to cum?" I nodded again, and he hummed before one of his tentacles slid down to my clit. I cried out as my head lolled back from the added stimulation. My back arched and my toes curled while I grabbed his thigh.

  Soft feathers were between my fingers as my hips rocked into his cock and tentacle to get more friction. His other hand pressed against my lower stomach, making me feel how the floral tip was pounding into me even more. Fuck, my head felt as if it was spinning.

  The tentacle on my clit undulated as the need to cum became so strong. I could feel the pressure building and so close to exploding. The beast leaned back and kept my back against his chest by his hold on my throat. His tentacles kept my thighs spread, and the new angle made it easier for his cock to rapidly fuck into me at an inhuman speed.

  My body shook as I cried out and the dam broke. I couldn't take anymore and was cumming around his floral dick while moaning and bucking since he didn't stop or slow down. He forced me to ride out my orgasm to the very end before I felt something warmer flooding my pussy.

  With how he groaned, I could only assume he was cumming as well. His grip on me tightened so much that I thought I might be covered in bruises later. He growled low near the end, and when his cock pulled out, a mix of fluids covered the floral tip. The petals looked darker and more swollen than when I'd first seen them, and cum dripped from them to the ground.

  "I'd deem this experiment a success. Wouldn't you?" He cooed near my ear, and I was just panting as my chest rose and fell. His other tentacles began to unwrap from my body, and I was dropped limply in his lap. "What would you say to future experiments? I'd like to see if these results are replicable." The tentacle around my mouth lifted to let me verbally respond.

  "Yeah. Same place?"

  "I'll be waiting, little fighter."

  "Wynter."

  "Hmm?"

  "My name's Wynter." I sighed and closed my eyes while resting my head against his shoulder. "What the fuck are you?"

  "I'm just Szayelaporro." He chuckled as his knuckles brushed against my jaw.

[bluandtherestlesshands]

The fanfiction is coming!

To celebrate Chisei’s fanfiction release, I’m working on a new banner piece for my blog! For any fanfictions I release with an OC, I’d like to make these promo arts to keep advertising while I work on the next big one! Plus, drawing my OCs in ways that tell a story is soooo much fun!

For now, enjoy this WIP of the promo art for “Heartstrings” (working title). And the next blog post showing who made sketching this out VERY difficult.

[kincalling]

hello! i'm szayelaporro granz from bleach (yes. in the year 2023.) & i'm looking for anyone ! but especially other arrancar. i'm in my 20s so i'm only interested in talking to other adults. like/rb this post & i'll contact you when i see it! (also, one of our regular fronters is an introject of urahara ! i don't know how social she is but, like, she's here.)

🐛

[reiiishii]

He watched her with calculating eyes, one hand on the dove that lurked by his side as she made notes of which ones she killed. The inferior lot, disgusting to look at and foul on his tongue...

If he decided to be merciful and bring them back, to recreate them wholly new in his perfect image- only the best medicine tasted sweet, he would but it was only by his hand alone did he allow them to breathe. And in this way he weeded out the foul, imperfections upon his Fraccíones.

And her question is gone ignored, speaking lowly to the fraccíon beside him. A roll of his eyes before finally addressing Jophiel, a perfect living weapon indeed.

"In my opinion, they could have screamed louder..." Seems none of them were into this sort of thing. A sigh and a shrug as he waved his hand. "Yes yes, I'm satisfied, your needless comments during this were unnecessary however." A dismissive click of his tongue as he took the hand of the girl beside him as they drew closer.

"Vaggio will get you cleaned up, you look like a mess. Unless you want to undress for me...I can do a thorough exam...~" His voice lowered a little with a small smile, but it earned a stern and venomous stare from the caged bird he kept by his side.

"This gives me a chance to collect their bodies and reform them anew. Don't expect a thank you for this, Jophiel."

@reiiishii said: ❛come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !❜ (Szayela for Jophiel)

DANGEROUS SENTENCE STARTERS || ACCEPTING!

SHE BREATHES IN, quick to block one of the other Fraccion’s attack before she had used Shinido to move out of the way. She was quicker than what she was. More Stern than what she was before. She had the eyes of a killer, roaming around to try to strike them down with her polearm.

“You wanted a weapon right?” She twirls her polearm aimming to strike another fraccion.

“Then I will show you the monster you made me.” She says throwing a couple of ceros at the others as well.

She was the crow, croaking into becoming the monster than he thought she was what she had wanted. For she was aware of what happens to those who step out of line.

They had a fate worse than death. She was the punisher, the executioner. The one who would give them pain until he gave them a fate worse than death. To be reborn, again, and again, and again.

Until the cycle continues.

She jumps down, not noticing more fraccion.

“Was that enough for you, sir?” She asks, keeping her polearm up in case he wanted her to continue more fighting.

[beebleach]

INDIE PRIVATE, SELECTIVE & HEAVY CANON DIVERGENT ROLEPLAY SIDEBLOG FOR A SELECT HANDFUL OF CANON MUSES FROM THE SERIES BLEACH. FOLLOWS FROM AKUYAKV.

adult content is expected, given the media. there will be no tolerance for the following content: rape ( noncon/dubcon ), pedophilia ( shotacon/lolicon ), active domestic, animal and child abuse, treating real world tragedies as a "plot point".

extremely original character and self-insert friendly, just message me privately if your muse has history with any of my canons and we can discuss it!

if you have a problem with someone i'm writing with, keep it to yourself and unfollow me. i will not interact with anyone who has my friends on their DNI, you will be blocked.

i do not want to associate with the bnha or death note rpc. i will be very selective of whom i follow from those fandoms.

ROSTER UNDER THE CUT

kurosaki, masaki

ulquiorra cifer

arisawa, tatsuki

kurosaki, yuzu

kurosaki, karin

szayelaporro granz

ukitake, juushiro

matsumoto, rangiku

[my0vershareworld]

𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠-𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤!

Pairing ; Yylfordt Granz x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre ; Fluff , Headcanons , Familia

CW ; None

Requested by anon ; Yylfordt head canons with a younger sibling(Both being arrancars) that likes to be by him but also tends to hang out with szayelaporro (Sibling has a sort of lilynette personality)

he LIKES YOU A LOT!! of course ! why wouldn't he ? you're his sibling and oh my Aizen you're cool ! cooler than his brother but we'll ignore that . he tends to drags you to hang around with his other friends which is basically the other Grimmjow's fracciones .

he also likes to fuck around by jumpscaring you from behind and try to catch you off guard a lot and then laughs about it if you're mad - but most times he just have his eyes poked in and he just be dramatics about it .

sometimes you and Yylfordt actually teams up on some shit to prank his fellow friends or make it more dangerous by fucking around with other arrancars - it was still fun . he enjoys your company a lot !

but then you tends to hang around Szayelaporro too - his brother which he despise - sometimes he fears Szayel gonna drag you into one of his experiments and you ended up coming out different - but ah , who cares ! no matter how different you are you'll still be you !

but he still really hope you won't get experimented on - you're their little sibling , right ? man , does it even matter with Szayel ? probably not . eh , as long as it ain't him he supposed .

Yylfordt also tends to take you around with him pretty much a lot , dragging you almost everywhere he goes unless he's going on a mission , in his eyes you're like . . I don't know some fuckass kid and he don't want you to fight , fighting is dangerous even if you're fully grown adult .

[rozewrites]

Muses + Sexuality/Experience Level [Bleach Canon Muses] / [Bleach OC Muses]

Rukia Kuchiki: has kissed before - panromantic / pansexual

Tier Halibel: has had sex once or twice - lesbian / homo-romantic

Loly Aivirrne: has kissed before - panromantic / pansexual

Giselle Gewelle: hoe/player - aromantic / pansexual

Aura Michibane: has kissed before - aromantic / demi-pansexual

Benihime: has yet to even get 1st kiss - aromantic / demi-pansexual

Sode no Shirayuki: has yet to even get 1st kiss - aromantic / demi-pansexual

Kisuke Urahara: has had sex once or twice - demi-pansexual / demi-panromantic

Szayelaporro Granz: has had sex once or twice - aromantic / demi-homosexual

Gremmy Thomeaux: N/A

Ouko Yushima: has yet to even get 1st kiss - gay / demi-romantic

Luppi Antenor: has had sex once or twice - aromantic / demi-pansexual

Jugram Haschwalth: has had sex once or twice - gay / demi-romantic

Nnoitra Gilga: has had sex once - demi-pansexual / demi-panromantic

Sogyo no Kotowari: N/A

Ansgar Teufel: has had sex once or twice - panromantic / pansexual

Rainer Guntram: has had sex once or twice - aromantic / demi-pansexual

Valter Wirt: hoe/player - panromantic / pansexual

Kunikage Utsunomiya: has had sex once or twice - panromantic / pansexual

Kakyou Shiratori: has kissed before - gay / homo-romantic

Yuzuku Miki: has had sex before - panromantic / pansexual

Yukimi (Kurome) Ugetsu: has had sex before - panromantic / pansexual

Shiki Hakuryuu: has had sex before - gay / homo-romantic

Hilliard Werner: has kissed before - lesbian / homo-romantic

Liese Wieland: has yet to even get 1st kiss - panromantic / pansexual

Sadiko Umeno: has had sex before - panromantic / pansexual

Nekomi Kaneshiro: has yet to even get 1st kiss - aromantic / demi-pansexual

[a-hell-of-a-time]

Hellaverse Crossovers for Android Users

Just as it says on the tin, this is a page for all my non hellverse/crossover muses with a hellaverse verse!

For Android Users: Shuren, Peter White, Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Shuren in the Hellaverse

Name: Shuren

Age: ??? (He’s very old and has been in Hell for quite some time)

Orientation: ???

Original Canon: Bleach: The Hell Verse (Movie)

Species: Togabito (Sinner)

Position: Overlord

Personality/Short About:

Shuren can be described as: cold, cruel, cunning, calculating, flamboyant, arrogant, and highly conceited. He is also highly manipulative and will not hesitate to use/exploit others or those around them for his own personal gain. This is evident when he captured and used Ichigo’s sister, Yuzu as a bargaining chip to get Ichigo to do his bidding. Shuren also has a rather short temper and, if angered, can be rather explosive. 

Being one of the strongest sinners in Hell, Shuren thinks very highly of himself. In his mind he is a king, and everyone else in Hell is there to obey and serve him. He even has multiple henchmen at his beck and call who are quite loyal to him. In his lair he has a throne, a further testament to the image of himself he has ingrained in his mind. (His original canon)

When it comes to various situations, Shuren is the type to meticulously plan everything. He is not one to let his emotions get the better of him and will instead scheme and plot well in advance. If possible he will use those under him/others to carry out his plans, rarely getting involved himself unless needed. 

After spending many years in Hell, Shuren has lost the ability to feel any sort of positive emotion. Anger, hatred, pride, envy and other such emotions are the only ones he knows, for those emotions, along with his intellect and sheer power were what allowed him to survive in hell for so long. 

Bio:

After being defeated and slain by both Ichigo Kurosaki and Kokuto, it took Shuren ages to reform. Contrary to popular belief, Kokuto didn’t fully destroy his body and he was able to reform. However, it was not from a pile of lava; rather, the sinner found himself waking in a place called Pentagram City. This was not the hell he knew, though with time he came to realize he had been sent to another version of the place that he had called home.

Unlike his previous home, this one had no guards watching and waiting to punish sinners who tried to escape to the World of the Living. Furthermore, the chains that had bound him to the previous Hell had been broken, though the shackle remained around his neck and had made him a target for other sinners to come after him. These sinners were swiftly silenced by a pillar of flame, leaving only ashes to remain in their wake.

It wouldn’t be until much later that Shuren would learn about soul contracts, and that enslaving souls was far more advantageous than burning them. He would then go no to amass whatever unfortunate soul that crossed his path, and while he was without his henchmen from his former home, he had amassed enough sinner souls to slowly rise through the ranks.

Despite eventually becoming an overlord in his own right, he wasn’t recognized as one by the others, nor did he make his presence known to them. Instead Shuren had taken to working in the shadows, his presence and activity being chalked up to rumours of an unknown entity who was always lurking nearby.

When the time was right, he would exercise his powers and might to sweep in and claim the city for himself. For now, he would stick to the shadows and observe the other overlords, as well as the residents of Pentagram City.

Powers/Abilities:

Keen Intellect: Shuren is shown to have some knowledge of the Espada and their techniques, as he was able to readily identify a Gran Rey Cero. 

Enhanced Speed: Shuren is capable of moving at high speeds, even capable of catching Szayelaporro Granz, an Espada-level Arrancar, off-guard. Shuren is also able to maintain combat at high speeds, fast enough to engage in battle with Ichigo Kurosaki in his Bankai state. 

Damage Resistance: Although not impervious to flesh wounds, Shuren is seemingly unperturbed by such attacks, most notably when Ichigo dealt a direct hit on the Togabito with his Zanpakutō, after which point Shuren continued to fight against Ichigo seemingly unaffected by his injury. 

Flame Manipulation: Shuren has demonstrated the ability to generate and manipulate fire from the palms of his hands for a variety of effects, ranging from creating high-speed projectiles of fire to summoning forth a lance-like flame of which he has displayed remarkable proficiency, using it as a close-range weapon. Shuren is also capable of using his flames to deflect enemy attacks - as shown when he managed to counter a Getsuga Tenshō by using a steady stream of fire as a makeshift barrier. He can also produce doppelgängers of himself, entirely composed of flames.

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Peter White (Hellaverse)

Name: Peter White

Age: 23 (At time of death) Species: Rabbit Sinner Residing in: Pride Ring, Hell (Formerly the Country of Hearts in Wonderland)

Role: White Rabbit Role Holder (formerly); Prime Minister (formerly), no role at present

Personality: Cold, cruel and calculating, the former White Rabbit was one of many role holders in Wonderland to be avoided at all costs. Even the simple utterance of his name sent chills down the spine of many a Faceless. With a heart as black as his fur was white, Peter wouldn’t hesitate to shoot and kill anyone for even so much as looking his way. Life to him, and the other residents of Wonderland held little meaning, and that included his own. He was simply here to play the game and follow the rules, and carry out his role accordingly.

That was until he met Alice.

The Outsider had captured his attention when he peered into his hour of time, and he was immediately smitten with her love toward the Sunday Afternoons spent with her sister. This Sunday Afternoon, which was actually the hour of time he was became a fixation, and every chance he got he would travel to where she was and remain by her side.

When Alice’s life began to turn upside down, the pain she felt at the loss of her eldest sister began to taint the Sunday Afternoons she once cherished. Not wishing to see her in pain anymore, Peter conspired with the Dream Demon to bring her to Wonderland.

His love toward Alice and the time they spent together began to change him, and while his displays of love and affection, along with his proclamations of such made everyone confused and uncomfortable, no one could deny that Alice had changed him into a whole new rabbit. It was because of Alice that Peter learned what love was, that he realized his life had meaning simply because he existed. He learned what tears and sadness were, and for the first time, had cried.

It was because of Alice that he learned to love, and that love would lead him to a drastic end. For her, he would give up everything.

Even his life.

Biography: Tw: Suicide mention

After giving up his life so that Alice could fully become integrated into Wonderland and take on the position of Role Holder, Peter had thought he would simply fade out of existence. Much to his surprise, he had awoken in a strange, filthy place. Furthermore, the area of his chest which previously held a clock had now become a beating heart, indicating that he had become an outsider.

However, he wasn’t just any outsider; he was a sinner who had fallen into Hell, the place that would now be his home. Fortunately for him, he retained some of his abilities from his time in wonderland, such as shape shifting into his rabbit form and transforming his pocket watch into a gun. Unfortunately, he was in a new place with nowhere to call home, and a new game with rules he didn’t even know that would govern his life in Hell.

How this new game would play out remained to be seen.

Some notes:

Peter is not prone to anger, but rather acts out of cold indifference with a disregard for others. If you do manage to anger him, it won’t turn out well for you.

Peter is a notorious germophobe and detests any manner of filth. It is also his phobia that makes him careful about what he eats and who prepares it, especially since there is no telling who might try to poison him.

Peter does not get along well with others and cares little for them. This is seen in his canon with how he speaks to other role holders and how he treats them. He has especially taken a liking to trying to kill Ace, but due to the rules of The Game, no harm can come to the knight. Doesn’t mean he won’t still try to off him.

Prior to his descent into Hell, Peter was a physical manifestation of time, along with time itself. Specifically he was the hour of 3:00, which was the hour that Alice cherished the most and where her Sunday afternoons with her sister took place. Upon falling into Hell, Peter’s physiology changed to be that of Alice’s, which is a human outsider before changing once more to that of a sinner, complete with a soul.

(This is a heavy WIP and will be fleshed out the more he integrates into Hell.)

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Nathaniel Hawthorne (Hellaverse, and no I don’t mean the actual author-)

An important note before I begin: Nathaniel, in BSD canon, is a religious muse and a Christian minister (formally) belonging to a conservative protestant denomination (I would like to think he’s a flavour of Calvinist). As a result there will be talks of Christianity and theology, though mostly through a deconversion/deconstructionist lens), but I will tag such posts with ‘Christianity tw’ so people can block it! Nathaniel’s canon is heavily tied to his faith and Christianity (namely because his character is derived from The Scarlet Letter, which is a book written by his namesake that is more or less a satire/criticism of puritanism among other things) and I will not be watering this down or shying away from it! I will, however, make shit/crack/meme posts about it, because it’s fun.

Name: Nathaniel Hawthorne

Series: Bungou Stray Dogs

Age: 27

Birthday: July 4th

Star Sign: Cancer

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Height: 188cm (6'2”)

Weight: 72kg

Blood Type: A

Likes: God, the Bible, faith, innocence, Margaret

Dislikes: Satan, heresy, sin, Fyodor

Affiliation: The Guild (Former), Rats in the House of the Dead (Formerly), Sinner (currently)

About: Nathaniel is, for the most part, a calm, smart, composed and calculating individual. He is rather cold and distant, and can be quite snarky and dismissive to others. He has a self righteous air to him, due to his belief that God chose him to dole out punishment and justice to those who he perceives are sinners and heretics. He can be quite zealous with his faith and belief, and he spends nearly every waking moment reading his bible or praying. He can also be quite ruthless when it comes to his enemies, especially with his zealous faith.

Despite this, he has shown to have a more patient, caring, and gentle side, though this is reserved for his partner, Margaret Mitchell. It’s implied that he has strong feelings for her, though he is hesitant to act on it (or, rather, he’s in denial) and will cover them up by bickering and bantering with her whenever possible. 

Ability: The Scarlet Letter.

Hawthorne’s ability allows him to convert his own blood into holy words, which he can weaponize and use offensively (Ex. Bullets, restraints, whips, and so on ), as well as defensively (the words can be used to form a shield). By making an incision with the cross around his neck, he can use his blood in this manner.

His ability can be used indefinitely, as long as his blood isn’t diluted. Said ability can also be activated remotely as long as his blood is present in the area. He can also use a pool of his blood to make it seem like he is walking on air, giving him a sort of pseudo levitation. 

Basically, anywhere his blood is, he can use it to attack, defend, and travel swiftly.

Hellaverse: (All of this is post canon and pure speculation.) After being given over to the mafia to atone for the murders he committed while under Fyodor’s control, Nathaniel was sentenced to death. Upon awakening, he found himself in the very place he was warned about since childhood, and which had given him many a nightmare: Hell.

Nathaniel didn’t need to guess why he was here; he had committed many sins that God couldn’t cleanse him from, and for which he could never atone. It was only logical that he would land among the condemned, and would spend the rest of his days among others. A rather ironic twist considering it wasn’t that long ago he was condemning people for the very same sins he himself committed.

For now Nathaniel is just trying to survive in his new home, and taking whatever jobs he can get while avoiding others, and the gazes of the Overlords and other powerful beings of Hell.

Or so he thought…

[reiiishii]

@yxngrou // Starter [Szayelaporro]

Oh what did Aizen's brat want this time? He swore Akari had the WORST timing...

A brief glance over Merisi's shoulder as he continued to poke and prod at her back, wires and tubes hanging down from the ceiling connected to her back.

"You came at the worst time, brat." Was all he said before returning to the task at hand, feeling his prized possession grip onto him tighter as he went back to her maintenance.

"Did you come to entertain yourself or do you have a question that won't waste my time?" Szayelaporro spoke up again, free hand going to hold his fraccíon in place with a gentle touch. "Because as you can see...I'm busy."

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

Shuren in the Hellaverse

Name: Shuren

Age: ??? (He's very old and has been in Hell for quite some time)

Orientation: ???

Original Canon: Bleach: The Hell Verse (Movie)

Species: Togabito (Sinner)

Position: Overlord

Personality/Short About:

Shuren can be described as: cold, cruel, cunning, calculating, flamboyant, arrogant, and highly conceited. He is also highly manipulative and will not hesitate to use/exploit others or those around them for his own personal gain. This is evident when he captured and used Ichigo’s sister, Yuzu as a bargaining chip to get Ichigo to do his bidding. Shuren also has a rather short temper and, if angered, can be rather explosive. 

Being one of the strongest sinners in Hell, Shuren thinks very highly of himself. In his mind he is a king, and everyone else in Hell is there to obey and serve him. He even has multiple henchmen at his beck and call who are quite loyal to him. In his lair he has a throne, a further testament to the image of himself he has ingrained in his mind. (His original canon)

When it comes to various situations, Shuren is the type to meticulously plan everything. He is not one to let his emotions get the better of him and will instead scheme and plot well in advance. If possible he will use those under him/others to carry out his plans, rarely getting involved himself unless needed. 

After spending many years in Hell, Shuren has lost the ability to feel any sort of positive emotion. Anger, hatred, pride, envy and other such emotions are the only ones he knows, for those emotions, along with his intellect and sheer power were what allowed him to survive in hell for so long. 

Bio:

After being defeated and slain by both Ichigo Kurosaki and Kokuto, it took Shuren ages to reform. Contrary to popular belief, Kokuto didn't fully destroy his body and he was able to reform. However, it was not from a pile of lava; rather, the sinner found himself waking in a place called Pentagram City. This was not the hell he knew, though with time he came to realize he had been sent to another version of the place that he had called home.

Unlike his previous home, this one had no guards watching and waiting to punish sinners who tried to escape to the World of the Living. Furthermore, the chains that had bound him to the previous Hell had been broken, though the shackle remained around his neck and had made him a target for other sinners to come after him. These sinners were swiftly silenced by a pillar of flame, leaving only ashes to remain in their wake.

It wouldn't be until much later that Shuren would learn about soul contracts, and that enslaving souls was far more advantageous than burning them. He would then go no to amass whatever unfortunate soul that crossed his path, and while he was without his henchmen from his former home, he had amassed enough sinner souls to slowly rise through the ranks.

Despite eventually becoming an overlord in his own right, he wasn't recognized as one by the others, nor did he make his presence known to them. Instead Shuren had taken to working in the shadows, his presence and activity being chalked up to rumours of an unknown entity who was always lurking nearby.

When the time was right, he would exercise his powers and might to sweep in and claim the city for himself. For now, he would stick to the shadows and observe the other overlords, as well as the residents of Pentagram City.

Powers/Abilities:

Keen Intellect: Shuren is shown to have some knowledge of the Espada and their techniques, as he was able to readily identify a Gran Rey Cero. 

Enhanced Speed: Shuren is capable of moving at high speeds, even capable of catching Szayelaporro Granz, an Espada-level Arrancar, off-guard. Shuren is also able to maintain combat at high speeds, fast enough to engage in battle with Ichigo Kurosaki in his Bankai state. 

Damage Resistance: Although not impervious to flesh wounds, Shuren is seemingly unperturbed by such attacks, most notably when Ichigo dealt a direct hit on the Togabito with his Zanpakutō, after which point Shuren continued to fight against Ichigo seemingly unaffected by his injury. 

Flame Manipulation: Shuren has demonstrated the ability to generate and manipulate fire from the palms of his hands for a variety of effects, ranging from creating high-speed projectiles of fire to summoning forth a lance-like flame of which he has displayed remarkable proficiency, using it as a close-range weapon. Shuren is also capable of using his flames to deflect enemy attacks - as shown when he managed to counter a Getsuga Tenshō by using a steady stream of fire as a makeshift barrier. He can also produce doppelgängers of himself, entirely composed of flames. 

[jplupine]

[WIP] So things are going....well 💦

Monster!Szayel be hittin different

[bluandtherestlesshands]

Heartstrings

Chapter Thirteen: Dysfunctional Queen

For Mature Audiences

CW: Sexism, “morning sickness”, slight vomit mention.

“How kind of you to grace us with your presence, Your Majesty.” Gin chuckled, turning his head to address the woman. “Still under the weather are we?”

”Enough to make sure I aim for your shoes next…” Chisei grumbled under her breath, keeping her arms crossed under her chest.

”That’s enough.” Aizen said, then raised his arm. “Chisei. Come here please.”

The woman took a few steps forward to her husband, setting herself next to his chair. He brought his arm up her back and tried to soothe her nausea, rubbing her back. He gestured with his other hand for her to lean down. He spoke quietly to her. “If you need to return to our room, go right ahead. Take care of you two.”

Chisei gave a nod, she stayed by his side as part of a previous conversation they had. Her gaze focused on the Espada around the table, all set up with their own tea. In order to help her through the meeting, she was allowed to step away to care for herself. It became more difficult when she realized who sat closest to Aizen, putting her right in front of Grimmjow. She gave him a small look, then redirected her attention to her husband who still had a hand on her back.

”Now then. Once Orihime’s power is refined more, we will be able to continue with the next phase of our plan.” Aizen said, “Everyone else is to continue their own preparations for the time being. I want everyone to be at their best when the time comes.”

”Not all of us.” Nnoitra scoffed, narrowing his eye at Chisei.

”Do you have something to say, Nnoitra?” The brunette raised a brow. He picked up his tea and began to sip while he replied.

”How do you expect the rest of us to battle when the Queen is not fit for battle, Lord Aizen?” He said, grinning. “It seems Lady Chisei is more of an incubator than an asset…”

Just as Chisei looked ready to snap at the man, Aizen spoke up. “I am aware that the timing is not optimal. However, life events such as these rarely pay attention to outside circumstances. This should not affect your preparation for the battle.” He stared calmly at the tall Espada, “Additionally, I should not need to remind you that the Queen is chosen by me personally, and your devotion to me should mean you trust in my decision.”

”Tch…” He continued to glare at the woman, though to his surprise when he started focusing back toward Aizen there was another set of eyes on him he didn’t anticipate: Coyote Starrk. Why the hell was he getting on his case?

”If there is nothing else, I’d like to adjourn for today.” Aizen said, he stood himself up slowly with his hand still holding onto his wife.

Everyone stayed silent for a few seconds, and Grimmjow scoffed as he got up. He walked past Chisei quickly, stepping aside dramatically to avoid touching her. She looked away from him, wanting to ignore the man.

”Chisei, are you alright to continue today?” Aizen asked, turning to his wife. “I arranged for Szayel Apporo to check some measurements for you. I’d like to keep your uniforms fitting properly as your body changes.”

”I’ll be fine Sosuke.” Chisei said, “Will I see you tonight for dinner?”

”Only if you have the appetite for it.” He tilted her chin up, smiling down to her as the Espada began to depart. “Perhaps, you’ll have the appetite for something a bit more tonight?”

Chisei blushed at this, she had to smile through the embarrassment. “I swear…”

”Geez, you think you didn’t do a good job the first time?” Gin chided, which made Chisei flinch, and her husband shot that same annoyed stare to his subordinate.

”Gin, that’s enough.” Aizen said, pulling Chisei into an embrace. The woman only hid her reddening face in her hand, she began to mutter under her breath.

”Why not say it louder while he’s at it, I’m sure not everyone heard…” She sighed and pulled her hands down, glaring daggers towards the silver haired man. “Sosuke, I think Szayel Apporo is waiting for me. I should go.”

The brunette man took a breath, but then looked back down to his wife and pressed a kiss to her forehead. After a few beats, he went ahead and tilted her chin again to give her a kiss. “Take care of the both of you.” He pulled away a few inches to speak, smiling softly to the woman. “As soon as my work is finished for tonight, I will be there.”

“I promise.” Chisei gave him a nod, letting him hold her a little longer before she turned to start after Szayel Apporo.

The pink-haired scientist watched her with an amused brow, “Lord Aizen sure handled that well, it seems.” He chuckled. “Lady Chisei. Are you faring any better?”

”I wish people would stop asking every time they see me… I’m filled with hormones, not dying.” Chisei complained, “It’s getting easier, I guess.”

”Excellent. We could always take a break if you need it.” Szayel Apporo began to walk, he kept an eye on her from the corner of his eye to make sure she could match his pace. “It’s been some time since we’ve seen each other one on one like this. Last I recall it was when you arrived… You were shaking like a leaf back then.”

“And somehow had less on my mind than I do now…” The Queen hurried her pace to keep up with him, letting her arms hang for a minute before she started to fidget her hands. It had become a habit to have her hands in front of her chest, similar to how Orihime presented herself. The difference with this at least was that Chisei managed to have an air of confidence in her walk.

”Well, aside from your current condition I’m sure you don’t get much rest… Between your duties of course~” He joked, “Speaking of which… I’d need to get new measurements for your jacket, will that be acceptable?”

”Oh, y-yes that should be fine…” She glanced through the corridors they passed, though something made her stop at a crossroads. “…Excuse me, one moment.” Chisei started walking, quickening her pace, away from the Espada.

A head of orange hair caught her attention. “Orihime?”

Ulquiorra turned, he paused for a moment upon seeing the Queen. “Lady Chisei. Aren’t you needed elsewhere?”

”Chisei..?” The girl’s soft spoken voice let her know who it was before seeing her face. Her grey eyes widened in shock. “Chisei, you’re here..?”

”Yeah… Yeah, I’m here.” Chisei swallowed hard, nausea starting to hit her hard. She cleared her throat. “Ulquiorra, where is she being held? I’m not feeling well, and I’d like to speak with her.”

”I am bringing her back there now. You may speak with her then.” He asked, “Lord Aizen has asked that when you are not feeling well, you should return to your suite. Are you sure this is wise?”

“I’ll return there after. It won’t make a difference to him if I’m there ten minutes before he returns, or two hours.” The woman said, narrowing her eyes at him. For added measure, she stepped over next to Orihime and grabbed her arm, as if the two were escorting each other. “Please don’t make this difficult.”

”… As you wish.” Ulquiorra could only close his eyes in defeat, before continuing to lead Orihime away. Chisei followed, the redhead in tow, and the woman kept her eyes up front.

”As soon as we’re away from him we can talk more.” Chisei whispered, eyes still facing forward. “I’m sorry you’re wrapped up in this.”

”Chisei, why are they addressing you that way…?” Orihime’s voice shook, and as that happened the brunette gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “What happened to you…? Why are you…?”

”It’s a long story… And, may take longer to tell.” The Quincy grimaced, one of her hands moving to her mouth. “How are you holding up? Are you eating okay?”

”Uh… Yes.” She seemed worried why she was asking this, but returned her attention to Ulquiorra as the door to her cell was opened.

”Lady Chisei, the door will remain open until you leave.” Ulquiorra said, watching the two women carefully. “I’m sure you know I must notify Lord Aizen of this…”

”As if he hasn’t already seen it.” Chisei snapped, ushering Orihime inside. “I can handle it from here, Ulquiorra. You’re dismissed.”

There was a pause from the Espada, not used to the Queen addressing him so sharply. He rationalized it as part of her condition, and sonido’d away. As soon as she was sure that he left, maintaining her more serious look, she finally let go of Orihime’s arm. Orihime turned around and hugged the Queen tight without warning. “I’m so glad you’re okay! Everyone has been so worried about you, I-!”

”Orihime, that’s great, but you got two seconds before I puke-!”

”Ah-! I’m sorry!!”

Chisei pushed past when Orihime let her go, pushing her head into the toilet to begin heaving. She thankfully only managed to cough up some fluid, her groaning amplified before raising her head. “Morning sickness my ass…” The woman took a few breaths, pausing when she felt Orihime’s hand on her back.

”Chisei… What happened? What are you doing here?” She crouched next to the woman, watching her with nothing but worry on her face. “Are you..?”

”… Let me clean myself up…” It only took a few minutes for Chisei to fix herself, wiping her face and taking a seat on the couch. “First off, I’m so glad you’re okay here… If anything happens, let me know. I might be able to make things more comfortable?”

”This is fine, but… Why were they addressing you like that? You look so different…” Orihime sat with her, but only got more concerned when Chisei lowered her gaze.

”… Sosuke has taken me to be his wife.” Chisei admitted, her hands clasped together in her lap. Orihime gasped and covered her mouth. “He promised to help protect me and my family, and when I got here things were different…”

”But… Your family…”

”Mmm. Please. Don’t. Don’t tell me.” She said. “If you know anything about them or anyone else, I can’t hear it right now-“

”Chisei, everyone is worried for you!” Orihime grabbed her hands. “Your family, your friends! Ichigo said Shinji is looking for you too!”

That was what did it. Chisei felt everything bubble up and she began to cry, one of her hands moving to cover her mouth while she fought back sobs. “…I can’t go back… They’d never forgive me… I can’t undo this…”

“I think they would! Your friends would be so grateful to have you back, they’d-!”

”Orihime, I can’t.” She said, “Not like this… Not with a baby…”

”What…?” Orihime froze, “You mean… With…”

”Yes… With Aizen.” Chisei sniffled, shaking her head. “I promised myself to him, and now… I’m expecting… Though all it’s done is paint a target on my back…” She took a breath, wiping her face. “I got myself in deep… Compartmentalizing only does so much.”

The girl wasn’t sure what else to say, so instead she just hugged the woman tightly. Letting the brunette cry for a bit longer before she finally nudged her away. From the relatively calm woman into this broken shape of regality, she knew which she preferred.

”I’m sorry, I really need to go…” The woman wiped her eyes again as she stood. “Please. Ask for me if you have to. We’ll find a way through this…”

”Chisei…” Orihime’s eyes started to well up, she looked down to Chisei’s stomach. “Please be careful.”

”You too…” Following her line of sight, Chisei put a hand over her stomach. She slowly started to walk out, and as the door to the girl’s cell closed she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder.

“There you are! My goodness my Lady, for someone not feeling well you make yourself scarce quickly!” Szayel Apporo’s voice caught her attention, making her turn to him still a mess. “Oh, dear… Is everything alright, Lady Chisei? Perhaps we should get you back to your suite for today.”

”I’m… Fine. Like I said, a lot more on my mind than before.” She waved him off, sighing as she once again tried to wipe her cheeks. “Being full of hormones doesn’t help that part either… Maybe going back would be good for today.”

The man started to guide her, using his arm ghosting around her back to help direct her… And perhaps keep her away from prying eyes. “That sounds best. I’ll have someone fetch you some tea.”

[kayo-min]

- kayomin

[tsarisfanfiction]

Madness of Loss

Fandom: Bleach Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Character: Szayelaporro

Why did his precious aniki have to die?

Szayelaporro Granz was in a meeting with Aizen when things began to go wrong. Of course, the meeting was an interrogation asking him if he'd known that Grimmjow was taking all his fracciónes to the human world, breaking orders in the process, because he wanted to kill something. He hadn't known, not until he'd felt his aniki's reiatsu disappear through a garganta. He hadn't told Aizen that, leaving his answer as a basic "no, Aizen-sama. I did not."

That had satisfied his self-proclaimed God, until Tousen had said that one of the fracciónes that had gone with Grimmjow was dead. It wasn't Yylfordt – otherwise he would have known – but the fact that any of them had died was a blow. If nothing else, Yylfordt would be upset and he would have had to try and cheer him up. Not that he was very good at that.

It was when news of a second death – still not Yylfordt, but one of the stronger fracciónes nonetheless – reached them that he was dismissed, Aizen frowning slightly. He hadn't hung around, disappearing out of the room with a polite bow and heading back to his laboratory.

He was halfway there when his own reiatsu stirred, feeding the parasites within his aniki's body.

No!

Yylfordt would be fine. It was only a minor injury. Nothing worse than he got in training. He didn't even know why he was worrying.

Oh, yes he did. It was because two of the fracciónes were already dead. Yylfordt was one of the strongest of that group, second only to Shawlong and Grimmjow himself, but that didn't stop him from worrying that, this time, his stubborn aniki had bitten off more than he could chew.

For peace of mind, he decided to finish walking the distance to his lab. The parasites taking his reiatsu were also recording the strength and abilities of Yylfordt's opponent. He only needed to see that they were weaker than him to relax. Yylfordt would never be beaten by some low-level shinigami.

The results pleased him. Whoever it was, they were only weak. He turned away, ready to continue with writing up reports, when his parasites told him that Yylfordt had released.

That was unexpected. Szayelaporro did not like the unexpected. Not when Yylfordt was involved. He always knew what his aniki was going to do. Always.

Still, he had to trust that he knew what he was doing. Maybe he'd got bored. Yes, that was probably it. Or his pride wouldn't let him take the beating that had just finished lying down, and he was going to teach his opponent a lesson.

Ah, yes. Nothing to worry about. See?

He went back to his work, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He was just feeling the effects of his reiatsu being sent into Yylfordt's body, to heal those wounds he'd received.

A frantic beeping erupted from the monitor behind him and he whirled around, eyes going wide as he realised what it was saying.

Yylfordt wasn't fighting a weak shinigami. He was fighting a fukutaicho.

Take the fight seriously now, he begged silently as he watched the figures mounting, and felt far more of his reiatsu channel through the link as Yylfordt took another wound, more serious this time. Please, aniki.

He consciously channelled more reiatsu to the parasites, his work forgotten as he gripped the side of his desk hard enough to crack it. Yylfordt would not die. Yylfordt would not die. Yylfordt would not-

He screamed as he was cut off from the parasites.

No. No. Nononononono!

Forget being cracked. Under his fist, his desk shattered into pieces, the fragments fighting to get through his hierro. They failed, but he wasn't paying attention to that, anyway.

Aniki…

Tears spilled down his cheek even as he reviewed the data, searching for a reason – any reason – that he might have been cut off. Anything except the obvious. Yylfordt wasn't dead. Yylfordt couldn't be dead.

For once, he refused to believe the raw facts. The data was lying. It had to be.

He must have spent hours trying to force the data to fit his ideas. The fact that Yylfordt hadn't been to see him since returning was something he dismissed, even though he always visited him after a mission.

He must be keeping Grimmjow company.

A broadcast entered his head, courtesy of Aaroniero, the novena.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has been removed from the ranks of the Espada. All Espada are to report to Aizen-sama to greet the new sexta."

Szayelaporro didn't want to go. He hadn't proved that Yylfordt was still alive yet.

But a summons was a summons, so he checked his appearance, not wanting to appear weak in front of his peers, who no doubt knew, or would soon know, that Yylfordt was-

No. He's not dead.

Once he was confident that there was no sign that his composure had ever slipped, he left the security of his lab, those results still on the screen for him to pursue further when he returned, and headed towards where he should be.

Aizen was happy to crush any and all hopes he had the moment he walked in.

"I am sorry for your loss, Szayelaporro," he said, his voice clearly anything but sympathetic. He had never cared for Yylfordt. Nonetheless, he accepted the condolences as would be expected, refusing to reveal the turmoil inside – Yylfordt was not dead. He couldn't be dead – as he took his place in the room, ignoring the looks of his fellow Espada.

Luppi Antenor was an interesting arrancar, and not one Szayelaporro cared for as he smirked, clearly more than happy to have finally gained the promotion he had been seeking for years. Their ranks once again numbering ten, they were forced to listen as Aizen summarised what had happened, that a taicho and two fukutaicho had been lying in wait in Karakura Town, slaughtering the pathetic fracciónes with ease and severely injuring Grimmjow.

When Szayelaporro finally located his aniki's master, lurking outside the fortress and staring up at the eternally-crescent moon, he thought that the injuries looked far more likely to have been inflicted by one of the shinigami that ruled them, as opposed to by an opponent.

"Where's Yylfordt?" he demanded of the silent arrancar. "Why isn't he with you? He's always with you."

Grimmjow gave no indication that he was even aware of his presence, which Szayelaporro knew to be a lie. Demoted and missing an arm or not, he was one arrancar never to be underestimated. Szayelaporro had liked that, liked the security that therefore extended to his aniki.

Now it was just frustrating. All that power, and he had been unable to protect Yylfordt.

He asked a few more questions, demanded why his fracciónes had been sacrificed for no reason, anything that might get a reaction out of the unusually silent arrancar, but surrendered when it became apparent that he would have had better luck talking to a wall.

As he walked away, he didn't look back. Grimmjow had lost any respect he might have once received from Szayelaporro.

Back in his palace, the doors locked and trapped so extensively that not even Aizen would be able to enter, he let himself go, screaming and destroying anything in his path. He lost many fracciónes, but that meant little to him. They were replaceable.

Yylfordt was not.

[my0vershareworld]

𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖

Pairing ; Yylfordt Granz x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre ; Ex-lover , Angst [?]

CW ; None

Requested by anon ; Ex head canons for yylfordt please like how we would act after the break up (arrancar reader please)

he was distraught to say the least - it was already hard for someone like him to trust onto someone considering he's always a bit afraid of Szayelaporro , his brother , sending someone after his ass to either watch his every move or to eliminate him or drag him to do some sort of experiments - but you never tried it at all , you were kind and . . nicer to him than most have been

he grew to trust you , and later on grew to love you and everything was all about you . yet , that doesn't matter now does it ? you have broken everything about every image and everything about you in just one sentence of cutting ties with him .

he couldn't believe his ears and he went into shocked and with a nervous laugh and smile to keep him calm he tried to talk it out like it was some sort of joke or prank - or someone were just forcing you to say it or I don't know - you were held hostage by his brother ? he asked every question in the world to get out the answer that maybe - just maybe , it was a joke -

I mean - why would you leave him ? you love him don't you ? you loved him to be exact - but you still did ! he was sure he did no wrong whatsoever . his smiley attitude were cut off and he looked angry and more frustrated - he trusted you and you broke it off with just one mere sentence that could mean nothing less to him , yet it still hurts in a way he doesn't understand

why does hurt ? not like if he'll ask that he'll get answer out of it .

you were everything - used to be everything to him , but he supposed he can't do anything to keep you around . it will forever hurt , that feeling of his trust being broken into pieces like he meant nothing to you -

he's more mad than sad .

he'll never find another like you , and he won't try to find it either .

after all , what are the point if the one he let inside his heart have broken his heart into pieces and make him feel emotions that makes him feel weak .