#shinji Hirako fluff

[darthwhorecrux]

I tried to write for another character but Shinji LITERALLY stormed into my room, flipped my desk, threw my laptop, broke my phone, spit on me and DEMANDED I write for him again

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You'd been stressing and working long hours lately, catching little sleep. Today was another long one, running on only a few hours of rest. It was hardly evening, and you'd surpassed your manic, delirious phase and were now crashing, nodding off, eyes fluttering closed only for you to snap your head back up and force your eyes to remain peeled. Shinji was thoroughly explaining something to you and you could not for the life of you catch a single word he was saying, each one going in one ear and out the other just as quickly. You tried and failed over and over again to focus. Pain stung your tired eyes and your body felt much heavier than usual, nearly impossible to keep upright.

At first, Captain Hirako hadn't noticed, too involved in the work at hand and talking through something with you. It wasn't until he glanced your way again and noticed how lifeless you looked that something wasn't right.

He stopped mid sentence, not that you were conscious enough to notice, "(Y/N)?" He asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically. "Are you feeling alright?"

Hearing your name coming out of his mouth awakened you, at least enough to snap back to attention for the moment. "Hm? Sorry?" You were too tired to even worry about the harsh look he was giving you.

Shinji sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He stood abruptly from where he sat, approaching you. He got on one knee before you, looking up to you with concern. "Have you been getting enough sleep? Or is something else bothering you?"

"I'm fine, really." You lazily waved a dismissive hand, lying about your unwell state out of habit. "Can you just repeat the last thing you said?"

"I think we should call it a day," he ignored you. "I'll walk you home."

"Captain." You forced yourself to stand, trying to prove that you were of sound mind. You couldn't have yourself getting in trouble. "I don't think that's necessary. The task at hand is more important."

Shinji slowly rose, looking stern. "It is necessary. We can't do quality work if you can hardly stay awake."

He moved away to gather his belongings. You stayed where you were, guilt and worry waking you a little more and adding to your list of pains. It was too late. You were in trouble.

Speaking less formally now and more as his friend, you asked him, "are you mad at me?" You frowned while you waited for him to look at you, shuffling in place nervously.

"Of course I'm not mad," Shinji laughed at your puppy-dog behavior. "Just what kind of a guy do you think I am?"

"I wasn't even listening to you." You hung your head in shame. "I've failed you today."

"Don't be dramatic," he continued. "Taking care of yourself is the most important thing you can do - not this 'task at hand' nonsense you're spewing." You noticed that he had gathered your belongings as well while you were hesitating, holding them along with his. "Let's get going."

You followed him out of the office, a dreamy swell of adoration in your chest. "Oh, thank you."

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You stood outside of your door with Shinji. The sun had set a little while ago, painting the landscape in the early stages of darkness. You could still see the Captain perfectly clear, turning to face him.

"Thank you again," you told him, voice coming out soft and wispy in your exhausted state.

"Let's meet again tomorrow at noon," he said seriously, reluctantly passing you your belongings. "Sleep in if you can."

"I will do my best." You forced a smile.

Neither of you moved. "Do you need anything?" Shinji asked gently. "Some tea or medicine to help you sleep?"

You were so tired, you doubted you needed anything to get to bed. "Tea would be nice actually." You supposed you were just looking for a chance to spend more time with him, even if it meant having to stay awake a little longer.

You'd always adored Shinji, and that adoration was further highlighted in moments like this, where he was putting you before your Soul Reaper work, encouraging you to take care of yourself and assisting you there.

He smiled, though it came out in that smirky way of his, like he as holding back laughter. Then he opened your door and went inside like he owned the place and was inviting you in. You followed, haphazardly discarding your belongings along the way.

You sat in your small kitchen as Shinji flowed about to make your tea, asking you simple questions here and there to navigate your kitchen. You were nodding off again when he placed the steaming mug before you, sitting across from you with his own cup to enjoy.

You sat in a comfortable silence with him, sipping tea. You were about halfway through your beverage when Shinji was at your side, his hand on your arm prepared to pull you up. You realized then you had been sitting there with your eyes closed, poised to pass out at any moment sitting in your kitchen.

"Let's get you to bed," he chuckled quietly, his voice sounding distant when you were halfway to the dream world. You loved that voice, trusted that voice. Right now it was a beacon of light for you to follow to get to sleep.

He pulled you out of your chair and stayed glued to your side, holding you upright, as the two of you went the short distance to your bedroom. As soon as you caught sight of your bed you went forward, unceremoniously collapsing onto the mattress.

"Do you have pjs?" He asked you, gesturing to your many drawers, though your face was buried in your comforter.

At the sound of pjs, you shot up, stumbling like a drunk over to the drawer that held your comfortable night clothing. You made quick work of pulling it open and grabbing the first thing on top, which happened to be a rather scandalous, frilly, girly nightdress. Without thinking, immediately after you slammed your dresser shut you began dropping your uniform, undressing right then and there to hurriedly get into the cozy material.

"What are you - you maniac!" Shinji quickly spun around and crossed his arms over his chest. Even if you didn't care or notice, he wasn't going to take advantage of you while you were in such a vulnerable state and watch you while you got naked. He didn't turn back to look at you again until he heard the sound you thumping back into bed, your Soul Reaper uniform left messily where you had dropped it from your body.

His jaw dropped when he saw you, splayed out on your stomach, wearing that ridiculously short gown that hardly covered anything. He felt like he was being tested by the universe, catching the slightest glimpse of your panties peaking out beneath your pajamas as you lay with one leg hiked up and the other hanging straight down.

He sighed in frustration, looking away from your ass and to your defeated figure as a whole atop your mattress. He came forward, scooping you up to pull you further up the bed so he could pull the comforter over you and hide your curves from his view. You stirred and turned to help him, flipping over to tuck your knees in, making room to push your legs under the heap of blankets.

When he saw your frontside, he was sure then. He was definitely being tested. Not only did the nightdress hardly cover your backside, but your cleavage was on full display too, the dainty, girlish fabric hardly covering each of your breasts. Shinji had never seen so much of your body with the modest way you wore your uniform. Now, one of your tits was threatening to spill out of the tiny strap holding it up, and Shinji was torn between looking away and trying to help tuck you in. All the while you were oblivious to his mental struggles, scooting in and pulling the comforter up to your chest, where your breasts were still exposed. Feeling perverted, Shinji grabbed it and yanked it up the rest of the way to your chin.

"Shinji?" You asked with your eyes closed.

"Yeah?" He gulped, prepared for the worst. You were about to call him out for being a perv, for staring at your ass and your tits while you were just so sleepy and oblivious.

But then, "you're the only one looking out for me," you mumbled tiredly and affectionately.

The Captain was able to breathe again, smiling at your cute, delirious talk. "Get some rest, okay?"

You went on. "I'll miss you."

"Miss me?" He laughed quietly.

You'd have never spoken this way to him when you were of right mind. He knew he should tell you to stop talking and go to bed before you spewed something you regretted, but he was too curious and admiring how sweet and fragile you looked and sounded while you were drifting off to sleep, wearing your revealing, princess-like nightdress. He was enjoying seeing this other side of you a little too much to be in such a hurry to leave. Maybe he really was perverted, perverted for your heart for sure.

"Yeah. Until I see you again tomorrow," you explained. "I hope I see you in my dreams."

If he was just as delirious, he'd tell you that he'd miss you too, that he missed you every time you were apart. "You really are tired," he said instead, laughing uncomfortably.

You opened your eyes slightly to watch him. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?" You asked hopefully.

He frowned, at war with himself. "I don't think that will take very long."

"Will you?"

It wasn't possible for him to tel you no when you looked at him like that. "I will."

"Thank you. I-" you wanted to say something badly, but the words never came.

"Yeah?" Shinji raised his eyebrows expectantly, in impatient anticipation.

You shook your head to yourself, fending off whatever thought that was trying to escape. "Thank you," you repeated again, shutting your eyes for the final time tonight.

Shinji was right that it didn't take long for you to fall asleep. He waited and listened for the steady, rhythmic sound of your breathing before rising, stopping to take one last look at your sleeping form, to sear this into his memory. As softly as he could, he reached out to push some stray hairs out of your face, yearning to do more, but knowing that he couldn't.

"Sleep tight, lovebug. I hope I see you in my dreams too."

When you woke the next morning, feeling rested at last, the first thing you noticed was that your room smelt pleasantly like Shinji, bringing back memories of the previous night. The last you remembered was sitting at the kitchen table, having tea with him. You wondered what transpired afterwards, how you got to bed, and were surprised that you were so exhausted you couldn't even properly remember.

When you saw what you were wearing underneath the comforter, you cringed at yourself, hoping that he hadn't seen your pjs and if he had, embarrassed that you had looked so slutty in front of the Captain. The sight of yourself mixed with the ghost of his scent in the room made you feel like a pervert. You were already starting to prepare an explanation for yourself, thinking of telling him it was laundry day, but then, how could you even bring this up to him? Maybe it'd be best to ignore it altogether, pretend like it hadn't happened, though you knew you wouldn't ever be able to forget.

And then when you got out of bed and saw the tea cups in the sink, you were thinking of him again. Shinji Hirako had already invaded your mind nearly every moment of every day, and now he had invaded your personal space as well, making it increasingly difficult to stop thinking of him inappropriately. It made your heart ache with desire and longing, his fleeting scent, his tea cup next to yours. He was just here, and you already missed him, already wanted to see him again. It was agony, having to smell his presence in your home when he wasn't here.

You looked at the clock, remembering his words about meeting at noon. It was still morning. That didn't stop you from pulling on your uniform and robes, scarfing down a quick and simple breakfast, wanting to see him more than you wanted to rest. You headed for his office earlier than you were supposed to. You knew he'd be there already, and you were way too excited.

Something needed to be done about this.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello. Can I request a continuation of the fic about s/o liking the voice of the Bleach men? (Shinji is preferable, the rest is up to your taste). Thank you~

Shinji is such a shit-talker imo, so this was fun to write.

Shinji is going to be thrilled when he finds out you like his voice, so much to the point that he's going to brag about it to anyone who'll listen.

He's going to use it to make you blush, but unlike Shunsui whose naughty whispers are almost tender, he's going to say the most filthy things to you and he's not necessarily going to keep it private. There's a sort of strong possessiveness in him when you're blushing in public and he knows it's because of something he said.

"Shinji cut it out!" "Why? Thought you liked my voice doll...I know you're turned on...if I slip my fingers now..." At which point you'll smack him for being such a little shit

But he does have his moments. Bad day? He'll validate your feelings and bitch about whoever gave you a hard time. Hearing it from him changes everything.

[brittscafe]

could you write the one bed trope with shinji please? (female reader preferred)

SIDE NOTE: I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING (totally haven’t been binging it all in the last week)

Yes, I live for writing Shinji fluff! Thank you sooo much <3

The two of you stand on either of the bed, staring at each other with arms crossed over your chests.

When the lady said there was going to be one bed, you thought you could live with it, but seeing how tiny it is, you aren't too sure. It's the kind of beds that provide you in your college dorm room, barely enough room to move around.

There was no way the two of you were going to fit in the bed without being pressed up against each other.

"So...how is this going to work?" Shinji's the first one to speak up and break the silence. You chew on your bottom lip and glance down at the bed.

"I guess we have to figure it out," you sigh out, pulling back the covers. Shinji nods his head. The two of you climb into the bed, backs pressed together.

"Well, this is nice," Shinji comments sarcastically and you giggle quietly. You turn around and face his back, letting out a tiny sigh.

"It seems like we're gonna be stuck together for the rest of the night. We might as well embrace it," your words flow out and Shinji chuckles to himself.

"You read my mind, y/n," Shinji comments, turning over and facing you with a wide smile. His blonde bob rests against his face as his eyes meet yours.

Your body feels like it's on fire as Shinji reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. Your chest bumps into his and you gasp softly.

"Are you sure this is okay?" you ask, chewing your bottom lip with uncertainty. Shinji exhales deeply and you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

"Yes, it's more than okay," he assures you and your body relaxes against his. You toss your legs over Shinji's and rest your head on his chest.

He pulls the covers over your bodies and gazes down at you. He's never seen you so peaceful and look so damn beautiful. You were a curse to Shinji Hirako and he can't break himself away from you.

Your eyelids flutter close and a deep sleep takes over your body.

Shinji's lips curl up into a tiny smile and he presses his lips to your forehead. The tiny bed is the best thing to ever happen to the two of you.

[sir--crow]

Will of the Heart

Chapter 2

Word Count: 8.7k

Content: Gender neutral Reader, Angst, Injury, Memory loss, swearing, canon-typical violence, trauma, anxiety

Note: Hi!!! I'm sorry that this took me so long! I got writer's block:( but it's here now!:D This is pretty long, just to warn y'all. Maybe grab a snack or something. Also, I promise that it's gonna get really fluffy here soon, okay? Just hang in there, we gotta get through the angst to get to the fluff>:) I'm so excited to write Chapter 3! I hope you all enjoy though, thanks for waiting! -Nico

After over 20 years of misery and torment, you had the idea that fate wasn’t too kind to you. That you weren’t lucky. 

But surprisingly, that changed. 

As life did.

You let out a sigh, head craned up to look at the motionless blue sky. Rocks and boulders surrounded you as a still heat brushed your skin. Something buzzed ahead of you. 

Your heart raced as a nervous bead of sweat trailed down your neck. You gripped the cane in your hand tighter, feeling the comforting presence of your zanpakuto within. 

Everything was different now. You could laugh, a smile of disbelief twisting your lips. 

After everything that happened for the past 20 years, you now had the audacity to think that you were pretty lucky. 

Insanely lucky, in fact. 

Maybe the universe decided to give you a break. 

You welcomed it. 

Since, a few months ago when you woke up after escaping Hueco Mundo, you weren’t left to face the World of the Living by yourself. After passing out, you thought that you would wake up starved and by yourself. Maybe Aizen would find you and bring you back. Maybe you wouldn’t wake up at all. 

But instead you found yourself in a bed, with two old friends sitting ahead of you. 

They saved you.

Urahara Kisuke and Shihoin Yoruichi.

You couldn’t believe it, but even so they continued to help you without question. 

They couldn’t believe it either, they told you many times. 

So instead of the neverending solitude you thought you were confined to, you were broken free. 

Your physical health was still abysmal, but your spirits were turning around for the better. Connecting with Kisuke and Yoruichi was a dream.

And meeting an unlikely friend.

He was only a human soul– a young one.

Yet he wasn’t immune to the Soul Society’s grasp. 

Just a day after you woke up in Kisuke’s home, Kisuke and Yoruichi left suddenly– only to bring back Kurosaki Ichigo. He was injured from battle, and you learned the overall situation pretty quickly after Tessai brought you up to speed. 

Tessai was also a great surprise to see again. 

He told you about Kuchiki Rukia and how Ichigo became a Substitute Soul Reaper. An odd situation for sure. 

But what caught you by surprise was the fact that the Soul Society brought a Captain and Lieutenant to take care of the human boy. 

It was overkill, barbaric– and smelled of Aizen. 

You didn’t tell Ichigo that though. 

And you could tell that Kisuke and Yoruichi thought the same, but they too, didn’t say anything. Ichigo wouldn’t get it. 

Kurosaki Ichigo did get you though. When Kisuke was training him, you tried to stay out of the way, watching from afar. But you couldn’t help but feel inspired and intrigued by him. So you did something that surprised even yourself. You helped train him with Kisuke.

For the first time in 20 years, fighting was… fun again. It reminded you of why you were a Soul Reaper in the first place. Your Zanpakuto burned in your grasp, a fire sparked again. 

You could live again. You could fight again. 

Even though you and Ichigo didn’t talk too much, you didn’t have to. Training was enough. Sure, he would talk to you about his family and friends during the breaks, but you didn’t talk too much. 

He did teach you about the modern world though.

You snickered at a fond memory.

“That’s an apple? How the hell are you supposed to eat that?” You cocked an eyebrow, leaning down to see the odd device in his hands. 

Ichigo looked taken aback, “What… this is an iphone, an “apple” product. Have you never seen a phone before?” 

You blinked, “I gotta say kid, half of that flew right over my head.” But you hummed as the word “phone” brought back a dusty memory, “The phones I remember are big, have those curly wires, and… well they aren’t that tiny.”

“When was the last time you saw a phone?”

“The 1970s.”

“Well that explains a lot.”

After that, Ichigo showed you the wonders of technology. Who knew that a tiny little brick could hold so much? It wasn’t at all the phones you remembered. Sure, they could still place calls, but there was music too. 

Even now, you stood with headphones around your neck and a wire connecting to a phone in your backpocket. You were exploring the different genres. Everything was amazing. 

The World of the Living changed for the better. 

The music brought a sense of calm into you… but a bittersweet taste in your mouth. 

Your head fell, glaring at the rocky ground as your mind ran amok. 

What music did Shinji listen to now? Maybe you were listening to music constantly just to… feel connected to him. 

You could barely bring yourself to listen to jazz, all it did was bring tears down your face. It brought you back to the nights where you and Shinji would sit on a random rooftop with the sound of jazz below. He always thought that some of the best jazz shows were best experienced above, on the roof, so that you could watch the stars  (and not pay the money to get in, since the Vizards were broke for awhile)

He would sit close, his shoulder brushing yours. His shorter hair fell to his shoulders, but his bangs still hung above his eyes. He was always pretty, but you didn’t say that. 

“We otta’ dance.” He would break the silence, smiling over his shoulder as he stood up. 

“I don’t feel like breaking my neck tonight by falling off the roof, Shinji.” You said, teasing.

“Oh please,” He rolled his eyes, suddenly grabbing your hand and tugging you up against his chest. Your eyes widened as you met his gaze. His eyes softened against yours, “You know I’d catch ya.”

You closed your eyes, shutting off the memory as your heart twisted. Your knuckles turned white as you lifted your head, staring at two adjacent pillars ahead. For the past months, you were building yourself back up so that you could see Shinji again. 

A month ago Yoruichi approached you, and asked if you wanted to see them. She wasn’t one to hold her tongue, and that day you flinched at her question. You wanted to see them all, the Vizards, but at that moment you couldn’t. 

You were still a mess back then, healing and trying to learn how to live again. So you shook your head, not wanting to know anything, because you knew that the moment you knew their location, you would take off in a heartbeat. 

But now? You breathed in the warm air and shook off any nerves. You stood strong as someone flashed nearby. Kisuke stood atop one of the pillars. 

“Thanks for waiting,” He mumbled, “Got everything ready, how about you?” His eyes peered at you below his hat, “You sure you’re ready for this? To see them all again?”

You met his gaze and nodded, no hesitation. You didn’t have the time for that anymore. You were ready for what laid ahead, and you were ready to move forward.

“I am.”

He smiled, and turned his focus to the pillars. Kisuke brought his hands together and spoke the incantation needed, and seconds later the buzzing ahead of you sparked as a portal cut through the sky in Kisuke’s basement. 

“Good luck.”

You nodded once more before flashing into the portal.

You were taking life by the reins now. 

You would bring the change that needed to come.

The Soul Society was just as bright as always, you thought as you pulled your hood up to shield your eyes.

It was also really big too, and you were still getting lost after centuries of your life being spent there.

But your skin prickled as waves of spiritual pressure crashed through the air. Different souls were fighting all over the Gotei 13, and many were familiar. 

A few almost choked you up as the familiarity was almost too much. 

Even so, you flashed up onto the next roof, running atop the many walls within the maze that is the Gotei 13. Soon you were under the shadow of Sokyoku Hill. The air twisted as the battle ahead brought dozens of powerful souls into one place.

The Sokyoku.

You grinned, truly you were going in head first back into the fray. 

But maybe that was for the best. 

Giving your legs a quick stretch as you squatted down, you closed your eyes, focusing on where you wanted to go. Picturing the Sokyoku, you suddenly flashed up leaving a cloud of dust whirling around you. The air ripped around you as the pressure grew tighter. You shot out of the shadow and looked at the situation ahead of you. 

Menos Grande clouded the skies above as they sent down three beacons of light, which surrounded Aizen, Gin, and Tosen. They were nearly at the Garganta above. 

“Goodbye, Soul Reapers.” Aizen said, looking at Ichigo, who laid on the ground, “And goodbye, Ryoka Boy. For a human, you were quite amusing.” Just as the Garganta began to close, his eyes fell on you. His gaze darkened with a venomous glare, and not a second later, the Garganta closed.

You glared up at the now blue sky, feeling chills rake across your skin. Memories ran through your mind at the sight of Aizen. Memories of when… when you considered the man your friend. Memories of when he betrayed you. Memories of when he tortured you. 

But you smiled. He had no power over you now. Previously you thought that seeing him again would break you, and yet, here you were. 

Aizen was the least of your concerns now. You had a reason to be here, a reason to reunite with those who once abandoned you, and a reason to help your new allies. 

You averted your gaze and found Ichigo. He was still laying on the ground. Only seconds had passed since Aizen left, and Ichigo looked to be a mess, so you flashed over to him and gave him a smile.

“Ichigo, long time no see.” A presence flashed next to you as you stopped walking. A captain charged her hand at you, a pointed claw aiming for your heart. You caught it in time, cocking your eyebrow.

“Soi Fon!” Yoruichi shouted, “Stop!”

With your free hand, you took your hood off, “Sad to think that I’m an intruder here now.”

You gripped her hand tightly and shoved her back, her eyes widening. You looked back towards Ichigo and shoved your hands in your pockets. “I see that you attained Bankai, Ichigo. You just keep surprising me, kid.”

He stared up at you, but smiled, “I should say the same thing to you… you did just shove a Captain.” 

“Not my first time,” You shrugged, looking back to see the other Captains looking at you. You could feel the questions burning on your tongue. Some were new, but many were familiar. “Listen kid, you did a good job. I gotta deal with some things now, but I just wanted to check in.” You looked over to Orihime, who seemed to be okay, “You’re in good hands.”

You turned around and started to walk towards Head Captain Yamamoto, Captain Jushiro, and Captain Kyoraku. Your skin burned as Kyoraku stared you down as if he’d seen a ghost. It was hard to keep your cool during that moment, since Kyoraku was a dear friend and mentor to you in the past. But that had to wait. The air stilled as you stood ahead of them, their hands on the hilts of their zanpakutos’. You mirrored them, expression guarded. 

The Head Captain cut to the chase, “Are you an enemy as well?”

An almost cynical smile lifted your lips as you cocked an eyebrow, “I guess I have to paint everything out to you all. It’s why I came here though.” You sighed, your smile bleeding away, “After the betrayal of Aizen, Gin, and Tosen, you all should be thinking about the reports they’ve made, the missions they’ve gone on and interactions they’ve had with Central 46. Think about whether or not their work is now legitimate. That’s including the work that all three of them did over 100 years ago when they declared that myself and my friends were traitors to the Soul Society— as we’ve just seen, it’s quite the opposite. Unlike those traitors, I’m here to help Ichigo who just saved the Soul Society, and if you accept this, then I can help you too.” 

The Head Captain never broke your gaze, but you saw as his hand fell from his hilt. He nodded. “I see. There’s still much explaining that needs to be done.” His voice raised as he suddenly addressed those around, “All available Captains that aren’t injured or aiding with the injured, report to a Captain’s Meeting in 10 minutes.” 

Your eyes widened, but you remained composed. The beating in your chest almost made you dizzy, but this was good. Looking back, Yoruichi gave you a nod before flash stepping away. You joined her and the others until you all stood at Squad 1. 

The large doors were already open, and the Head Captain was already walking towards his chair. Yoruichi leaned against a far wall, her glare pinning down the other Captains present. 

Captain Kyoraku, Ukitake, and the one named Soifon were there. It was quite empty. 

But it was enough. 

Yoruichi’s presence seemed to calm you as your shoulders relaxed. You walked towards the center of the line and crossed your arms. After everything, the Captain’s Meetings that used to be intimidating, were now a piece of cake. 

So you whistled, “Looks like those Ryoka did a number on y’all.” You couldn't help it. 

“Get on with it.” The Head Captain said.

So you did.

You explained everything. You started at the beginning and explained the night from over 100 years ago. How Aizen experimented with Hollowfication and made Kisuke take the downfall for it, even though it was Kisuke who saved you all that night.

However, you spared them the details of the past 100 years. You didn’t explain what the Head Captain didn’t need to hear. So you skipped ahead to the important information: Aizen’s army. 

Weeks ago you decided to return to the Soul Society for this exact reason, to give the Soul Reapers the strongest weapon that could help them win this war: information. Knowledge is power. So you told them everything about Aizen’s Army in Los Noches. They needed to know about the Arrancars, their rankings, and the extent of their powers. However you didn’t specify the individual Espada’s and their numbers, since their rankings change often. It was guaranteed that the Espada you remembered from a year ago were quite different now. So in order to lessen future confusion, you only warned the Captains about the Espada. 

“Don’t even bother sending an Officer to deal with an Espada, or even a Numeros. Anyone less than a Captain, Lieutenant, or a highly ranked Seated Officer will die.” 

The meeting went on for over an hour as the Captains asked you questions about the Kingdom, Los Noches, and Aizen himself. You were able to answer most of them, you were even able to give them an accurate layout of Los Noches. 

But there was one question that made you fall silent.

“How do you know all of this?” It was Soifon. She looked confused, and you understood. You were waiting for this question. 

You opened your mouth, trying to figure out how to explain. How could you? Your eyes flickered over to Yoruichi. She raised her chin, her face impenetrable. But it sparked a fire in you. She remained strong, so would you. 

“I’ll keep it short, but I do owe you all an explanation, since I understand that me knowing this might look suspicious.” Looking at the Head Captain you explained, “Aizen kidnapped me from the others over 20 years ago, wiped me of my memories, and kept me in his Kingdom. It’s why I know so much. I was there, among their ranks, walking in the corridors. At least it’s paying off now because I can give this information to you all. So don’t waste it. Use it. Going into this war on strength alone will get you all killed, and Aizen will succeed. Knowledge will be your greatest weapon.” The Head Captain nodded, but looking at the other Captains, you could see the questions behind their eyes, so you added quickly, “A year ago I regained my memories and escaped. I’m here now to help. Not even for a second was I ever on his side. Never.” A reaping glare painted your face as venom pooled in your mouth, “I promise I’m going to do whatever it takes to stop him.”

The meeting ended shortly thereafter, and the Captains all went their own ways. Dealing with the aftermath after the battle in the Soul Society was their current priority, so you let them be. Even Yoruichi had to leave to take care of her own matters. 

You served your purpose though.

Now it was up to them, but that was for the near future. Now, walking around the many corridors of the Gotei-13, everything was a mess. Rubble littered the streets, and buildings crumbled on the ground. You grinned. 

The human kids kept surprising you. 

There was one place, however, that wasn’t touched, and it didn’t surprise you. Afterall, Aizen plans for everything.

With the sun sinking below the horizon, your face was painted in a golden light as you stared at the Squad 5 barracks. Your heart twisted. After walking with no place in mind for over an hour, you ended up taking the same route you always used to take back home. The same route from over 100 years ago, it was muscle memory. So it shouldn’t come as a shock that you now walked along the Squad 5 corridors. The walls, the floors, everything brought you back to the endless chasm of your memories. 

You shoved your hands in your pockets, looking around at the place with a frown. Even though it wasn’t harmed from the battle, it still looked different. Aizen. It always came back to him. Knowing him, he probably planned the whole battle ahead of time, and made sure that his Squad would be spared. Afterall, he was already so busy with his plans of deception that he had no time to deal with a Ryoka. You bit your cheek, trying to remove him from your mind. 

It was hard to though, because everywhere you looked you saw him. You saw the way he changed the Squad 5 barracks. How he removed the art from the walls, and changed the management. Your eyes followed the young Soul Reapers who ran with their Seated Officer. They were thin, each carrying a book of Kido on their belts. 

Passing by the training grounds, your stomach dropped as you saw the lines of targets and dummies spread about the stage. It was different. You could already see why. 

Back when Aizen was a Lieutenant, you remembered how he spoke to Shinji about changing the Training grounds to focus on Kido instead of sparring sessions. You disagreed. You thought that there should be a good balance between Kido skills and physical strength. When you were a 5th Seat, you trained your squad in physical spars, focusing on hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. Sure, Kido was also something you found important and excelled at too. But if an opponent could easily evade and slip by your Kido, then you needed to be able to protect yourself. So you focused on both. It was something you and Aizen would bicker about for hours on end. Shinji never cared for Aizen’s opinion though, so nothing happened. 

At least, not until Aizen betrayed you both. 

You let out a breath, trying to calm down. A repeated thump echoed in your ears as you heard your heart race. Your footsteps grew quicker as you walked down the hallway, trying to get away from the memory. 

Yet you walked right into another one. 

A deeply painful one. 

Your eyes widened as your heart nearly stopped as you walked in front of the Captain’s Barracks. 

The old one, you should say. 

Shinji’s old Barracks. 

Your hand clenched your chest as you stared at the large white doors, now closed off with a tiny sign on it that said “Storage”. 

Of course Aizen made Shinji’s old room Storage, the ungrateful prick. 

Slowly walking forward, you sucked in a breath when you realized the old railing was gone. The deck was open, facing the green yard that looked the same as before. Your eyes burned. 

You came to a stop, letting out a long breath. Closing your eyes, you calmed yourself. Walking forward, you slowly let yourself sit down, legs dangling off the deck. Your head fell. 

It was this spot, you thought, this exact spot that you and Shinji would sit at. He would sometimes sit atop the railing, his long hair draping down. Sometimes you would join him. 

Most times you two would sit on the deck, legs poking out the railing as your heads leaned against the bars. His hair would pool on the floor, and you would laugh whenever someone got close to walking on it. He would yelp as you cried with laughter. He was a mess. 

He truly was. 

It was why, for the first 70 years of you being his 5th Seat, that you didn’t get along. 

Not at all. 

But that all changed when you were sent on a mission. 

Your hands balled into fists at the thought of it. That mission… 

“Thought I would find you here.” You jumped as someone sat down beside you, your head twisting to your left only to find Kyoraku Shunsui smiling at you. “Long time no see.” 

You smiled, “I know, an hour is quite a while.”

“You know what I mean.” He laughed, but his smile fell as his eyes grew serious, “110 years.” He shook his head, your name falling from his lips, “I couldn’t believe it, still can’t.”

Your lips tightened into a straight line, your chest aching, “I know.” A palpable silence fell between you two. You both looked forward to the grass, the sky above now dark. Clouds blanketed the sky. Yet you felt warm with his eyes on your face. 

“Nanao, my Lieutenant, won’t be happy with me, but I had to find you. I couldn’t just see you leave again without saying anything.” Your eyes widened. 

“How did you know I’m leaving again?”

He smiled, “I know you. It’s why I knew to come here, you’re going back to him, right?” 

Your eyes fell to your lap, “I have to find him first.”

Kyoraku raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean? I thought you would’ve stuck together.” 

You looked at him, frowning, “We did. For decades we stuck together, learning how to control our hollows together, but 20 years ago was the last time I saw them.”

“When Aizen…” 

“Yeah.”

“Then,” Kyoraku mumbled, “Why isn’t Kisuke with them?”

Your eyes screwed up in thought, “I don’t know. Kisuke would sometimes go off somewhere else during our travels, since we could never stay at one place for too long. But this time is different.” Since it was just the two of you, you let your guard down and explained more, “When I got back into the World of the Living a few months ago, Kisuke and Yoruichi found me. It was just them, and Tessai-”

“-Tessai! I hope he’s doing okay.” 

You smiled, “He is! But the others weren’t there. Yoruichi offered to tell me where they were, so it seems like they’re still in contact, but I declined.”

“Why?”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to find the right words, “I wasn’t ready. When I didn’t have my memories, it was like… I was a different person. Getting them back, I had to acquaint myself with… myself? Combining those two individuals, those two worlds, it took time.” You looked at the palm of your hand, stretching your fingers, “I was angry, confused, and… lost. Meeting Ichigo and his friends honestly helped a lot. Seeing someone outside of that darkness helped me see the light again. He reminded me of myself, and finally I feel like me again. And I feel ready to see the others.”

Kyoraku was silent, his gaze falling to the grass. His eyes darkened with a glare, “For years I couldn’t accept the fact that you were a part of that incident. That you and my Lieutenant, and my friends, were experimenting with hollowfication. I couldn’t.” He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, “And I can’t believe that the one responsible for all of this was Aizen this whole time. That bastard.” 

You hummed with a nod, “Yeah, we couldn’t either.”

Kyoraku shook his head, “To think that he had you trapped for 20 years too… I’m glad you’re back now. Even if it’s just for a little while.”

You gave him a smile, “I’m not going away forever. I’m not even going away for a century again. I’m fighting alongside you guys in this battle, so you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

He smiled, “Good, I know we’ll need your strength. I’m sure you’re 10 times as strong as you were when I first found you… how long ago was that now?”

You let out a sigh, thinking back with a smile, “I think over 300 years ago? I can’t believe it. You know, I’m so happy that I met you all those years ago. When I was lost in Hueco Mundo, before Aizen took me, I thought a lot about what I would say to everyone. Including you.” You swallowed a lump in your throat as you said, “If I hadn’t met you, I never would’ve become a Soul Reaper. I never would’ve met all of the amazing people in my life right now. I never would’ve… I never would’ve met Shinji– and the others.” You smiled, “I learned so much from you, and I’m so happy that you were my first Captain. Thank you for sticking with me, Kyoraku.”

Looking over to him, your eyes widened when you saw his eyes glossed over. Your mouth opened as you were about to apologize, but only a gasp left your throat as he pulled you into a big hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you. 

He mumbled, “Makin’ me cry, you’re something else.” 

You were shocked, so you did what you usually do when you were shocked or nervous, you joked, “I’m amazing, that’s what.” 

He laughed, pulling back from the hug with a smile, “You know, all of those years ago when I sent you over to Squad 5, I was nervous, but I shouldn’t have been. I’m happy you and Shinji became close, you even sound like him.” 

Your face grew warm, but you couldn’t help but ask, “What were you nervous about?”

He cocked an eyebrow, looking at you as if you were dumb, “You two hated each other! For years! Decades! I thought I screwed up, but then that changed and boy I was relieved. In fact, you two got started to get along so well that… well I’m shocked that you haven’t found him already.” 

“I…” You were left speechless. Your face flushed over as you stumbled over your words. “I never hated him. He was just– frustrating.”

Kyoraku must’ve decided to punish you more, because he pushed your shoulder lightly as he teased, “I mean, you two at the Soul Ball? Come on.”

“Ah!” You glared at him, “You come on!” You felt on fire as you turned away, biting your cheek. “We’re best friends.” You said, but for whatever reason, you felt pretty stupid. Your heart raced as you thought of him, and you knew deep down that what you had just said was a lie. 

Shinji was so much more than that. 

Your smile fell. He was so much more, and yet you haven't seen him in over 20 years. You forgot him. You couldn’t say what his life was like right now, you couldn’t say what his feelings were, and you had no right assuming things would be like they were decades ago. 

Time had passed. 

So you ignored the burning ache in your heart and said, “We’re best friends, and I’m going to find him and the others again.”

Kyoraku sighed, but still smiled, “I know you will. Just remember to pay me a visit, okay?” 

“Okay.” You smiled back. 

Once again, you were standing before two grand pillars, waiting for the door ahead of you to be opened. Your mind was running amok as usual. You were thinking about Kyoraku and the conversation you just had just a few hours ago. He had walked you over to the Senkaimon before saying goodbye. The sky was pitch black with the darkened clouds, but you knew that morning was just around the corner. The others would be waking up soon, and would realize you left early. Ichigo wouldn’t be happy, but you couldn’t wait around. 

Especially after that talk. 

All you could think about was how Kyoraku thought you hated Shinji in the beginning. 

You didn’t. 

He was frustrating. 

That’s what you thought almost 200 years ago when you first joined his Squad. 

When you first met him, Shinji had long hair that fell well below his shoulders. He had a constant frown that showed his large teeth, yet a face that was almost unreadable. Maybe that’s what irked you in the first place, the fact that you couldn’t predict him. 

Everything that you thought he would do, he would do the opposite. With a smile he’d say something so rude that you were rendered speechless, yet in the same day, he would frown and look away, looking like he wanted to kill someone, but instead you would be left speechless again as he’d say the nicest words. 

You couldn’t read him. 

And that really bothered you, especially during one of your first missions with him. 

Shinji, Aizen, and several others in your Squad were sent on a mission to escort an important figure to their home after a meeting in the Gotei-13. It was supposed to be a simple mission, one that you were used to, especially since you used to be a guard before a Soul Reaper. 

However, you should’ve expected the opposite. 

A large hollow appeared, strong enough to take out several officers. Immediately you jumped into action. Flash stepping forward, you unsheathed your Zanpakuto and aimed it towards the Hollow’s mask. Yet the air was ripped out of your lungs as an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you back. You gasped, looking back only to see blonde hair falling around you. You were met with Shinji’s frown, his arm letting go of you. 

“Arentcha’ a fast one? Nearly sliced my hair tryin’ t’catch ya.” He brought his hair back behind his shoulders, “Don’t ya worry about that. Sosuke will handle it. You just look over your Officers, my fast 5th Seat.” He grinned at you before walking back towards Aizen, jutting his thumb back towards the Hollow. That next second, Aizen killed it. 

You didn’t understand. 

Maybe it was your previous Squad, or maybe it was before that from when you were a guard. But you were always under the idea that those of a higher rank let their subordinates do the work. That you would handle everything before they so much as touch their sword. 

When you became Lisa’s assistant in Squad 8, you always did everything. She didn’t care too much about it, but she never said otherwise. 

But this? 

This was different. 

The thought of it all unfolding in front of you, and you just standing there– watching. Your mouth curled into a frown. You didn’t like it. You felt useless. Why didn’t he tell you beforehand? Questions ran through your head, and that night you found yourself in his barracks, ready to voice your concerns. 

“Captain, I was more than capable of handling the situation, you didn’t have to send Lieutenant Aizen.” 

Shinji looked up at you from his paperwork, frowning. He stood up with a sigh, looking as if he could hardly care about anything. It pissed you off. 

“I haven’t seen ya’ fight yet, I don’t know that.” He was blunt. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you glared at him. 

“I can promise you that I’m strong enough to defeat a hollow like that. If you don’t believe in me, then why did you accept me as your 5th Seat?” You said, your heart hammering in your chest as he looked at you, indifferent. He tilted his head slightly, a long strand of his hair falling from his shoulder and swaying against his chest. 

“Because I believe in Captain Kyoraku.” He stepped closer to you, placing his hand on his desk right beside you, “And let’s say thatcha’ do fight that Hollow. Ya’ have your officers t’look after, can’t have ya all tired after a fight. Aizen just has himself to look after. It would’ve been more of a burden on ya to defeat that thing, so I let Aizen handle it. That’s all.”

Your mouth opened as you tried to find something to say. Anything. Your chest burned with anger as his eyes looked down into yours. It was unnerving. He was looking after you? What the hell. 

You didn’t understand him. 

“It would’ve been a burden? I would’ve been fine. You don’t have to worry about that.” You said, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. 

Shinji sighed again and leaned down closer, “I’m your Captain. I’ll decide who I worry about. Got that?” 

You left that night confused and angry. It was like that for years, but it slowly bled into annoyance rather than anger. Shinji mirrored you. There were missions where you would go out of your way to help your team, and Shinji would get on your case. Your Officers even joked about how there was never a moment where the two of you weren’t at odds. 

“I told ya to let Squad 10 handle it!” Shinji once snapped, throwing his report of the mission on his desk as he stood up, “Look at ya!” You glared at him, sitting in the desk across his desk, bandaged with your arm in a cast. 

“I’m fine!” You tried to get up to prove your point but cringed in pain and fell back into the chair with a huff. “Just ignore that!”

Shinji glared at you, “Ya really aren’t making this easy, arentcha’?” 

You scoffed, “As if you are.”

That was just one incident. There were many. Many arguments. Many weeks when the two of you wouldn’t talk. Times where Shinji would call you into his office begrudgingly only for the two of you to bicker the whole time. 

“Enough.” Aizen once interrupted, “Captain, this is getting old.”

“Like him.” You snickered. 

Shinji glared at you, “We’re the same age, idiot.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, looking at Aizen, “See what I have to deal with? I’m sure you get it”

“I’m right here.”

“He can be testy.” Aizen nodded, “But we’re here to talk about the report.”

“Testy?!” 

“I put it on your desk yesterday.” You said.

“Oh!” Aizen brightened up, “Thank you Officer.” Shinji was sitting at his desk across from you, still grumbling to himself about being testy, when Aizen kicked his chair. Shinji looked at Aizen before letting out a sigh. 

“Thank you.” 

“Oh wow!” You clapped your hands together, “Did I hear that right? Was that a thank you?” 

“Don’tcha get used to it. You're dismissed.” Shinji waved you away while you laughed, nearly skipping out of the room. 

Most of your fights were harmless though. There was just always… something. A tension whenever you walked into the room. For many decades, he was just your pesky Captain. That was it. 

But around 70 years in, the two of you had your first full blown fight that left the both in a fit of anger. True anger. Not just annoyance. 

It was all because of that mission. 

The mission that you, Shinji, Captain of Squad 12 Urahara Kisuke, and Lieutenant of Squad 12 Sarugaki Hiyori, were assigned to. 

But it was that fight that changed everything. 

Because you nearly died right after it. 

The Senkaimon was opened as you dwelled in your own thoughts, and just as soon as it opened, you shot forward and walked towards the World of the Living. Kyoraku’s words were stuck in your head. They made you think about the past, and how so much changed.

How you and Shinji became best friends. 

How the two of you became Vizards together. 

How you were separated before you could say anything about your new feelings. 

And how you now needed to find him.

So you shot forward until you saw a bright light. You felt a warm air brush your face as you fell down, the city lights dotting your vision. They grew closer as you let yourself fall into Karakuta town. Landing on top of a building, you centered yourself and looked ahead. 

Flash stepping immediately, you headed towards Kisuke’s candy shack. In your agreement to go to the Soul Society, you told him that you would come back early, so that he would know everything that happened before everyone came back. 

But he probably already knew, since he was just like Aizen. Always guessing everything beforehand. 

Kisuke wasn’t shocked when you told him everything that happened. The two of you sat in his room, sipping some tea as Tessai leaned against the wall listening. 

Kisuke was actually pleased. Though he did look worried when you told him about Aizen and Ichigo. How Aizen got the Hogyoku and how he told Ichigo about Kisuke. You were a bit ticked off about that too, honestly, but you always gave Kisuke a chance to explain himself. Because for his crazy actions, he usually had a good reason behind them. 

You were used to his antics. 

He explained himself, but you didn’t want him to explain himself to you– no, he needed to explain that to Rukia. You knew that he would though. 

Ichigo told him the same thing. Days had passed, and once Ichigo finally returned, he told Kisuke the same thing when Kisuke tried to apologize. You smiled. You had a few hundred years under your belt, but the kid only had 15 and yet was a wise dude. 

You were happy to support him in the upcoming war, because he truly didn’t need to fight in it, yet he was roped in like the rest of you. 

You felt bad. He was just a kid. He didn’t deserve to have his whole life uprooted because of Aizen and the Soul Society. He was alive. He deserved to live and be a kid. Along with his friends. They all deserved that. 

But life was taking Ichigo down a different path. One that concerned you. 

Just a few days after Ichigo’s arrival, and just a few days into your search for Shinji and the others, you dropped everything once you felt a new change in Ichigo’s spiritual pressure. 

Ichigo’s hollow. 

It struck you in the heart like poison. You felt it across town, its strength. Its anger. Chills raked down your spine as you immediately flash stepped in his direction. You felt it before, way before Ichigo even went to the Soul Society. You could feel something deep down, something sinister. It reminded you of your own hollow. 

But now?

You knew this feeling. It was out of control. 

So in the middle of the night in Karakuta, you ran along the streets towards Ichigo. Something akin to fear gripped your soul as the feeling brought you back to your hollowfication. The loss of control. The overwhelming thoughts. The pain. 

He was just a kid. 

You swallowed your fear and ran closer, feeling his energy buzzing through the air. Looking around, you felt it swell as something else clashed with him. 

You were in a dark neighborhood, and Ichigo wasn’t in your sight. Not until you looked up. 

You looked up and saw him. 

Your heart froze. Your mouth fell open as your heart twisted, tears burning in your eyes. Trembling, you cupped your mouth as your knees buckled. 

Ichigo was there, but across from him was someone you didn’t expect nor sense. 

Hirako Shinji.

You were frozen in time. The moon shined against his now short blonde hair. He was smiling. 

That smile. 

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you begged your legs to move. You tried to summon your strength to get up. Just get up! 

But you couldn’t. 

The weight of everything chained you to the ground. You saw as they spoke, his sword sparkling under the moonlight. They were arguing. 

Your ears rang. 

He was thinner. His eyes were darker… Shinji he was– you hadn’t seen him since–

You bit your lip, body trembling as you fell into a memory you tried so hard to repress.

You were on a street like this, in a suburban town in the World of the Living. It was at the height of the day, the summer sun beaming down on your skin. Sweat pooled on your forehead as you smiled. Lisa laughed beside you as the other Vizards walked ahead. 

“I think I might go for it, it couldn’t hurt to get some more money for us.” She scratched her neck, her braid swaying behind her. You nodded along. 

“I think you just wanna shove your nose in magazines without us shouting at you, and get paid for it.” You snickered. 

“Hey!” She pointed a finger at you, “Magazines are really becoming popular right now. Selling them will be a breeze! I won’t be reading… that much.” 

“No judgment here.” You raised your hands in defense, “Those women are pretty, I get it.” You didn’t have a preference when it comes to people, though you found that at that moment you preferred blonde dudes. 

Specifically the blonde up ahead who leaned his head back and smiled at you, “Lisa, dontcha’ go ropin’ them into your addiction.” 

“Shinji! You!--” Lisa was cut off when a massive spiritual pressure appeared. You all froze, skin trembling as something roared in the distance. With no hesitation, most of the Vizards shot towards it. Usually you all ignored hollows because there was always a Soul Reaper nearby– but this was different. You were right behind them, until you felt another pressure. 

It was smaller, but looking back, you saw that it was near the park you all walked by just a few minutes ago. 

A park that had the ghost of a small girl playing in it. 

You spun around and shot towards that pressure, leaving the other hollow to them. You swallowed a tiny pill, and shot out of your Gigai. Grabbing your Zanpakuto, you flashed into the park. Surrounded by trees now, you saw the girl trembling in the center as a skinnier hollow with a bug-like mask and wings towered over her. It had claws like a praying mantis, and one was coming down for the girl’s head. You dashed forward, and blocked it with your Zanpakuto right before it hit her. She screamed. 

“Get back! Run! You’ll be okay!” You panted, shoving the hollow back. It roared in pain as a cut appeared on its arm. But something turned in your gut– something was wrong. Its glowing red eyes burned in hatred at you. 

Opening its mouth, a red beam started to form. Your eyes opened in shock. 

 A cero? At this range? 

Hollows couldn’t produce ceros! Only Menos could! 

You braced yourself in front of the girl as the red beam shot towards you. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a breath. 

Nothing came. 

Your eyes opened, but you were only met with a green robe. Kisuke stood ahead of you, his Zanpakuto released and a red barrier protecting you. 

“Kisuke! How– that doesn’t matter, thank you!” You smiled. 

“Where are the others?” 

“They went towards the other hollow!” You explained, guarding yourself as the hollow roared again. “Why is this hollow able to use a cero?”

“I don’t know.” Kisuke muttered, glaring at the hollow, “It looks like it's been strengthened. That would need outside interference though, from a Soul Reaper.” 

Your stomach dropped at the connotation. You had no time to think about it though, because the hollow flew forward, buzzing with its powerful spiritual pressure. Kisuke blocked its attack as you dashed forward, but suddenly two more arms came from its back and sliced your arm. You gritted your teeth as it flew back. Kisuke rushed forward and cut one of its arms off, you tore your shirt and wrapped your arm before joining in again. You ran forward, Zanpakuto screeching as you were ready to cut off its head. But just as you were, the Hollow opened its mouth and its tongue shot out. It wrapped around Kisuke, moving Kisuke in front of it. Its eyes glimmered, almost pleased. 

You heard Kisuke’s statement from before echoing in your head. Outside interference. Soul Reaper interference. 

Your stomach lurched as you clenched your teeth. You shot forward and slashed the tongue from around Kisuke within a second. Kisuke’s eyes widened as you kicked him out of the way. You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew that this hollow was dangerous. 

And you couldn’t lose Kisuke. 

If what you thought was true, if Aizen was involved, then it would make sense that he would target Kisuke. 

The Vizards couldn’t lose Kisuke. Kisuke had his research and his brilliance. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. 

So you stabbed the hollow in the chest, glaring at it. Its eyes flickered in panic. 

Your eyes widened when something crashed around you, dust whirling in the air. Looking up, you saw a yellow film surrounding you. Your heart froze as you saw a black hole torn in the sky above you. 

It was a Negacion. 

You learned about it in the academy. It was a rare method that Gillians use to retrieve their own and send them to Hueco Mundo. 

It’s impossible to break. 

Your mouth trembled as you slowly looked back down at the hollow, glaring at you. Your body quivered as the realization dawned– you were captured. 

They wanted Kisuke, but got you. 

You heard your name screamed from behind you. Clenching your teeth, you sliced the hollow in half with a frustrated yell. Whipping your head back, you saw Kisuke stare at you, his eyes widened. The ground below you started to rumble as it was pulled from the ground. It was hard to breathe. You looked around the small space, desperate for anything. It was hard to breathe. Your trembling hand came up to your aching chest as the ground started to float up. 

It was hard to breathe. 

“Kisuke!” You screamed in a panic. You heard him muttering something below until suddenly he yelled out a Hado. A brilliant light crashed against the Negacion. Your eyes closed as you braced yourself again, your arms covering your face.

But nothing came again. 

Opening your glossed over eyes, you still saw the yellow film. You felt your throat close as you looked over and saw the ground retreating below you. Kisuke looked up, his eyes widened in a panic as well. 

Tears began to pool in your eyes, until you felt a presence. Many. 

The vizards suddenly flashed around Kisuke, staring up at you. You felt your heart freeze as your eyes met Shinji’s. 

Your hand pressed against the yellow film as you fell to your knees. It burned against your hand, but it didn’t compare at all to the pain of seeing his face. 

Dread. Panic. Fear. 

Horror. 

Shinji screamed your name as he shot up towards you. The Negacion sparked as Shinji tried slashing it. Nothing happened. He banged his fist on it, but he only yelled out in pain. When he finally made it up to you, tears flowed down your face. He was breathing heavily, his eyes darting around as he mumbled your name. You knew that he was trying to figure out how to get you out. 

You knew Shinji. You knew that he would do anything. You learned that a long time ago. That was Shinji. 

He would put himself in front of his Squad as a Captain, and it drove you insane for years since you were so used to the opposite being done. He would do anything for those he cared for. 

And you would do the same thing. 

“Shinji.” You said, trying to calm your breathing, “Look at me.” Shinji was in a daze, still flying up with you as he tried to figure something out. Your heart twisted in a panic, “Look at me!” You yelled. 

Shinji snapped out of it, his eyes finally finding yours. 

“There you are.” You gave him a quivering smile, “Listen to me, I’ll be okay. I’ll find my way back to you all, okay? Just promise me that you’ll stay here. Stay here and stay safe, okay?”

His mouth opened as his eyes glossed over. Your heart twisted painfully as you saw him break, his lip quivering. 

“Shinji, I need to hear you. Please.” You choked out. 

He blinked, a tear rolling down his cheek as he brought a hand up. He placed it against the Negacion, where your hand was. “I promise.” He whispered. 

The Negacion sparked between your hands, and a blast sent Shinji flying back. 

“Shinji!” You screamed. He fell back, to where the others were, but got back up right away to look up at you. You saw the others also looking up. Their faces were hardly recognizable now as you flew into the sky. You didn’t look up. You didn’t know how much time you had. Heart racing, you yelled out, “I promise I’ll find you all again!”

Then it all went dark. 

Now you kneeled in the darkness of the night, a flickering lamp post bringing you back to your senses. You were panting, sweat dripping down your face. You felt like you were going to be sick. 

You swallowed your emotions and looked up again to see Shinji alone now, talking on his phone. He looked different from 20 years ago, his hair was shorter, and he was leaner. 

But he was still– he was still Shinji. He was beautiful against the moonlight, and his smile captured your soul again. 

You could only stare, frozen against time, as Shinji started to move away from you once again. Just like before, you couldn’t do anything but watch his retreating figure. 

You wanted to move, to run after him, to do anything! 

“Pathetic.” You heard a familiar voice murmur in your ear. Your hollow glared down at you, “Chaining yourself again?”

You bit your lip, glaring back up at them, “Fuck off.” 

Yet another voice entered your mind, a deeper one from years ago. Your Zanpakuto. They repeated something they once said to you, “Can you become strong enough to break the chains binding you?”

This question rang in your mind as you glared at your hollow. You bit your cheek, the taste of iron pooling in your mouth, as you stood up. Your hollow’s smile fell as it faded away. 

“Fine then.” It muttered before retreating back into your mind. You were left alone again, on the street with nobody in sight. 

Shinji was gone. 

But you smiled. 

With the moon shining against your face you walked forward. Shinji was alive. You saw him, and that was enough to light that fire in you again. 

Because you knew that come tomorrow, you would face him with nothing holding you back. 

You have a promise to keep afterall. 

Author's note: I know I know! lots of angst! and i've possibly added in some enemies to friends to lovers>:) also sorry if the later part of the chapter is a bit off or something, i'm pretty tired so I'll look at it in the morning to see if I missed any mistakes:) thanks for reading! <333

[seneon]

ESCORT ──── shinji hirako x fem! reader. ib chase atlantic's escort. fluff + mentions of alcohol. wc of 600+

thinking about captain shinji hirako who would most definitely bribe or pay or do whatever it takes just to have you in the fifth division. he'd be so desperate about it, even go on his knees just to recruit you into the squad that he takes charge of. and for what reason?

the mere sole reason that you miraculously stole the heart of the captain while he came down to shin’o academy to demonstrate kenjutsu for the students. you just so happened to be one of the students that the hirako had to personally teach.

as beautiful as you can be and as bright your smile can shine, it only took a few hours for the blond-haired male to fall under your spell. but you never even put a spell on him in the first place. all you did was breathe, exist, and learn as shinji teaches.

as pathetic as the man can be, he doesn't ever show it. in fact, he does the opposite. he'd go all “oh look. it's the student girl whom i taught that sucks at swordsmanship.” like bro you did not just get on your knees to beg yamamoto to put the ‘student girl’ in your division…

he wants you to work for him and be under his wing, so he watch whatever you do. even better if he's seeing you make such a drastic change and progress ever since your academy days. not that he's a weirdo captain or anything that fancies a student of his, but your ages weren't that much of a difference. in fact, shinji is the one who ended up becoming a captain at such a young and admirable age.

“i can give you love for free, y/n…” shinji said during one messy night where the word sober left his vocabulary. all on his mind are fuzzy images of you.

“trust me, sir, she'd appreciate your love one hundred percent,” a voice said as they took away the bottle of sake in their captain's hands. the man simply looked up at the figure and looked back down, snuggling his drunken face into his arms. “you're kinda... pretty.. not any more beautiful than y/n though.”

“woah sir, thanks for the compliment. i honestly agree too, she's very cute, captain.”

the hirako glared at his subordinate who's helping him get up from the table so he can finally leave the pub with some guidance from someone of his barracks. “you keep her name outta your mouth, pink!”

“it's punk, sir. not pink.”

“shut up. only y/n can tell me what's right or wrong,” shinji's head wobbled just as his division member sighed and draped his long arms around their shoulders. they were oddly smaller than the fifth division captain.

“come on, captain. time to go home. y/n wishes that you return home safely.”

the voice of his subordinate is gentle and soft, so similar to his crush’s voice. he couldn't even tell what is going on right now, but he just lets his subordinate escort him home, not really in the correct state to think of anything else. although, his squad member uttering the name y/n made him all sweets and butterflies on the inside.

after such a night, the man wakes up in a frenzy, struggling to remember whatever happened last night and however in the world he ends up in his soft comfy futon without ever remembering how he got back into his bed.

he stares at a bone china vase for a few good minutes, attempting to search and dig for anything that has been buried by the headache that he currently has. but the more he stared at the reflection of the vase, the more he caught something at the corner of his eyes.

shinji shot his head at the few bags of items that laid beside his futon, a note of instructions on the items written down. he knows this writing. he out of anyone would've recognised this immediately. it belonged to you.

then a flash of memories became visible in his vision.

“THAT WAS Y/N?!?!?”

note. requested by @imaginingbleach. tumblr murdered me on the inside when i lost your request ask... i'll write an aizen piece soon trust

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[my-my-my]

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wanted to write something similar to what I did for Christmas, so here’s a missmash of characters celebrating Valentine’s Day with you. I put a bunch of random characters into a spinning wheel of names, and voilà! Our characters have been chosen. This is SFW and fairly fluffy – Apologies, but I haven’t been quiet in the headspace to write smut as of late! Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this (and some delicious snacks today!).

CW: These are all AUs, more or less. As for specific warnings: there's a smidge of something suggestive in Kenpachi's but that's about it. I think maybe all of them are on the side of being a bit corny and cheesy haha! But I'm in a fluffy mood.

Characters: Shuhei Hisagi, Shinji Hirako, Zaraki Kenpachi (Yachiru mentioned heavily), Nanao Ise (Shunsui mentioned heavily).

Total word count: 5143

SHINJI HIRAKO - THE LISTENING ROOM | wc: 910

“A listening room?” Shinji asked, raising his eyebrows. There was a growing crowd behind you as you eagerly waited to be let into event. “Isn’t that just a fancy name for a concert?”

“On paper it sounds like a concert, but it’s anything but that!” You grinned. Shinji was skeptical, but you were in an exuberant mood, and it was hard to be cynical with your infectious smile around.

You had scored tickets to the elusive event around town. The Listening Room was only open to those with tickets, and the tickets themselves were hard to come by. There was little promotion for them, as the organizer preferred to keep it lowkey. You learned about them in passing, about this music event that happened twice a month – where there were live performers playing all sorts of jazz music, as well as involving the audience.

You knew it would be something Shinji would enjoy, and it just so happened that you secured tickets for their Valentine’s Day event.

But you frowned, slightly, as the two of you approached the entrance. Maybe Shinji wouldn’t like this. The scowl on his face didn’t disappear and he seemed irritated. Maybe you were a bother and he wanted to do something else. Maybe… maybe… maybe he’s just not that into you.

“You ok?” Shinji asked, his frown replaced with a look of concern.

“Oh, no. It’s just a bit too cold tonight.” You lied. Shinji opened his mouth, but the bouncers scanned your tickets and let you in.

It was a small space, where at the centre was a makeshift stage for the musicians of the night. They improvised a song, and immediately Shinji’s head perked up. It’s what he enjoyed about jazz – there was freedom in playing it, freedom he wasn’t necessarily afforded always.

He began nodding his head along to the music. The venue was getting fuller, but everyone’s focus was on the centre stage. The musicians played and improvised different songs, some you recognized from Shinji’s collections, others were completely new to you. You looked at Shinji and smiled, he was enjoying the music, with the large grin plastered on his face.

Shinji instinctively grabbed your hand, “let’s get closer.” He murmured, to which you agreed. The two of you slightly pushed and shoved your way through the herd of people, until you had a clear view of the stage. Shinji’s face lit up as he watched the musicians play. With the freestyle nature of the songs they were playing, you noticed that some instruments would change players – a new drummer was sitting in place of the one when you first entered. Actually, you recognized that person – they were just ahead of you in line!

You heard about this through the rumour mill, that the Listening Room encouraged audience participation. You knew Shinji dabbled with keyboards from time to time…

And the beat of the song changed pace, where the keyboardist stopped playing and left the stage, a large smile on their face as they went back into the crowd.

“Shinji, you should go!”

“What are you talking about? These are musicians.”

“Some of them, but not all. They let the audience play with them too.”

Shinji looked at you – your eyes were bright with eagerness to hear him play.

And he could never say no to you.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go up there.”

Thankfully, no one came up and Shinji made his way, nodding his head to the musicians who kept playing. Shinji sat in front of the keyboard, closing his eyes as he nodded his head to the music, finding the rhythm and without hesitation, began to play along with the other players.

You gave him a large smile as you clapped, watching him enjoy himself like this. A wave of relief washed over you to see Shinji playing along. Eventually though, Shinji began tapering off his notes, his way of signaling he was going to stop. You could see another person coming forward and with a quick nod of heads, Shinji came off the stage.

The music kept playing as he made his way back towards you. His grin was wide, teeth fully showing, and a slight sweat across his forehead.

“Did you have fun?” You asked, with a light laugh.

“Ya sure bet I did.” He chuckled, grabbing hold of your hand once again. He pulled you further away from the stage and people, but you were still able to hear the music.

“Let’s get you a drink.” You said, but before you could even leave, Shinji’s grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer to him.

You were hit with his chest, as you tilted your head up, face feeling warm. You were never this close to him before!

“I’m not dense ya know.” Shinji remarked, his cheeks turning slightly pink under the warm light. He held you closer, before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your eyes were wide, but you kissed him back.

Shinji pulled away, murmuring your name, “I like you a lot, ya know?” Giving you a reassuring hug, “and this was the best damn Valentine’s Day gift I could ask for.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as soon as you heard those words, “I like you too, Shinji.” You whispered.

He gave a soft laugh, “I sure hope ya did – it would’ve broken my heart if you did all this and just wanted to be friends!”

SHUHEI HISAGI - THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS | wc: 1325

You were perplexed with the growing number of flowers you were receiving each day. They weren’t elaborate bouquets, if anything, you would be gifted a single stem flower each day. You weren’t sure who it was from, all you knew was that you would come back to your office, at different times of the day, to find one lone flower.

You brought them home with you, placing them into one vase. At first the single stemmed flowers were pretty on their own, but once together, they became a beautiful bouquet in your vase.

The scent they emitted was refreshing, and surprisingly they didn’t show many signs of wilting. Yet the mystery remained on who was placing them.

No notes, no hints or clues as to who was placing them. And today was no different, as another flower laid on top of your desk. You sighed wistfully, inspecting the lone flower. But there was no time to daydream today, as you had a deadline approaching.

You were lost in thought as you typed away the last of your editorial comments for the upcoming issue being released. The knocks on your office door went unheard until someone came into your periphery.

“Oh Shuhei! I didn’t notice you.” You smiled at him. He gave you a small smile as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“I figured as much, you haven’t left your office in a while.” Shuhei murmured, then quickly grew red in the face, “not that I was noticing!”

You laughed at how easily flustered he became, “it’s ok – I knew what you meant.” Giving him a reassuring smile. “I definitely needed this, so thank you.” You said, blowing the hot steam from the cup and taking a sip. Shuhei knew your coffee order by heart, and you cherished the taste of your favourite café’s brew.

“How’s the issue coming?” Shuhei asked, sitting in the chair across from your desk.

“Eh, it’s not bad – but you know how it is when the writers submit last minute.” You gave him a wry smile as you pushed your laptop towards him.

Shuhei quickly skimmed the document, frowning as he noticed the errors some of the articles had. “Rush jobs always need the most work.” He sighed.

“Tell me about it… sometimes I wonder if I should rewrite the article myself.” You complained, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But whatever, it’s almost done.”

“That’s good. Let me know if I can be of any help.” Shuhei offered, before he noticed the flower placed on your notebook. “What’s that?”

“Oh I keep meaning to ask you about this, but do you know who’s been giving me flowers?”

“You’ve been getting flowers?” Shuhei asked innocently, lightly tapping his facial tattoo. “I didn’t see anyone come in, but I was also in meetings this morning.”

“Right, yeah – with those photographers.” You murmured, knowing Shuhei was just as busy as you with drafting and setting up the magazine’s layout design.

“I can ask around if you want.” Shuhei asked, as he gently placed his hand over yours on the desk.

You gave him an appreciative smile, “thanks Shuhei, but it’s ok. It’s been a nice pick me up to be honest.” As your eyes wandered back to the flower.

Shuhei’s face turned slightly pink, which was his cue to leave. “Anyways, I should get going so you can get back to work.” He quickly said, as he got rushed out of his seat. Without so much of a glance to you, he reached for the door. “If I have a suggestion… look up what those flowers mean. It might give you an idea of who it’s from.” He said, before closing your door.

You stared at where Shuhei once was, and then back to the flower on your desk. You inspected it carefully. You weren’t sure what flower you were looking at, so you resolved to look this up at home, with the rest of your bouquet waiting for you.

Unfortunately for you, the day went longer than expected. You were in such a hurry to go home though that you forgot your house keys back in your office.

And you were also exhausted. You didn’t want to go back to the office – the traffic and subways were packed with people rushing in and out on a Friday night. It was then you had an idea.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted Shuhei, “are you still in the office?”

You bit your lip waiting for his response when you say the speech bubble appear to show him typing. “Yeah. What’s up?”   

“Can you do me a huge favour? I left my keys at my desk, if it’s not too much trouble – could you get them for me?”

“Np.” He replied, followed by a thumbs up emoji. You sighed in relief as you texted him your address.

Maybe you lost track of the time, but Shuhei found his way to your home in no time.

“Thank you so much! You have no idea.” You cried in relief, giving him a hug.

He tensed up immediately, then awkwardly patted your back. He was nervous around you, his cheeks tinted pink. “Don’t worry about it – I was just about to leave, so you got me at a good time.”

“Thank god for that.” You laughed. “Why don’t you come in? Let’s have dinner, it’s my treat.” You smiled.

Shuhei’s face grew hot, “if you insist.” He stammered, following you in.

Shuhei took a look around your home. It was modestly decorated, but was undeniably your space. He made his way to your bookshelf and looked over the spines of the books and magazines you had in your collection.

“You have a really nice home.” Shuhei complimented. You motioned him to the couch, as you brought him a cup of water.

“Thank you! It took some time, but I’m glad to call this place home.” You smiled.

Shuhei looked around your space again and noticed the vase immediately.

“Are those the flowers?” He asked, his voice unusually serious.

“Oh yes, I just placed the one I got today in it.” You smiled at him. He walked over to the vase and inspected the flowers.

“Did you look up what they mean?” He examined the flower petals, running his thumb gently over them.

“No, I didn’t. You don’t happen to know what they mean, do you?” You laughed.

“Yeah, I do.” Shuhei murmured, “this one is a white anemone, which means ‘sincerity’” as he pointed to the white flower. “And this one, the yellow camellia, means ‘longing’.”

You stood next to him, as you watched him look over the flowers, “I know the lily of the valley means ‘promise of happiness’” you said, as he gently flicked the bell-shaped blossoms.

Shuhei gave you a soft smile, “that’s right. And do you know what this means?” He asked, pointing the red rose.

You laughed, “of course I know, it means ‘in love’.” You grinned at him,“you know a lot, Shuhei!”

Taking a deep breath, Shuhei turned to face you, “I know what they mean because I sent them.”

You gave him a warm smile, reaching out to his hand, “I know. I just wanted to play along.” You smiled at him.

Shuhei’s face grew red as you held his hand to your face. “I –“ he stammered.

“It’s ok – I figured it was you. You’re the only one who comes into my office and would have known when I’d be away.” You laughed. “You’re not that slick.” You teased at him.

Shuhei looked down, embarrassed, but you kept holding his hand.

“And Shuhei,” you whisper, reaching up to his face, “if I had flowers for you – they’d say the same thing.” You murmured, kissing him softly on the lips. Shuhei’s eyes fluttered, his heart thudding loudly to him, as he kissed you back. Sometimes the language of flowers is all that needs to be said.

NANAO ISE - STRANGER LOVE | wc: 1003

Nanao was resolved to work her way during her graduate school career, much to the dismay of her ever-doting uncle, Kyoraku Shunsui. She knew that if she were to ever fall on hard times, he would help her in a heartbeat, but Nanao was determined to work hard and earn her keep.

Bartending wasn’t her ideal choice for a part-time career, and she couldn’t see herself working as a bottle girl at a night club… but her uncle’s compliments on hosting made her wonder if she could get paid for it.

Which is how she landed the bartending position in a highly coveted speakeasy. Although the speakeasy was quiet, the tips were large and the clientele, for the most part, were easy to work with.

It allowed her to network in a way with some of the customers, practice her people skills and learn more outside the sheltered upbringing she had growing up. Some days were easier than others, sometimes it was fearful to cut off a customer if they had too much to drink one night. But overall, Nanao couldn’t complain much, it was paying her bills and kept her uncle out of her hair.

But lately, Nanao felt… strange at work. You were a new customer, one of few words. You would always smile politely at Nanao, order at most two drinks, then tip generously. Usually you came at a time where she was already in deep conversation with another customer. It made her feel guilty that she left you alone.

So today, she planned on talking to you. You usually came to the bar at a specific time, and Nanao would be ready.

What Nanao didn’t realize, that it was also Valentine’s Day. The speakeasy was filled with couples, old, young, apparently happy? (Or was it the alcohol). Nanao gave a sad smile as she looked around the bar. It was your usual time to come, and yet you weren’t here – of course you weren’t. It’s Valentine’s Day, you would be with your partner, like all these other people.

Sighing to herself, Nanao cleaned a whiskey glass. Although there were plenty of people at the bar tonight, many of them were talking to others. Any other time, Nanao would feel relieved that she could people watch, but tonight, she was disappointed.

Celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t a thought she had. It wasn’t something she concerned herself with, but tonight it made her feel lonely.

Yet the door opened and you made your way to her counter. Nanao’s eyes widened as she looked at you, feeling strange as to why she was feeling relieved to see you.

“Hi!” You greeted her, “happy Valentine’s Day. This place is busy tonight.” You laughed, as you looked around the room.

“Oh – yes, yes, it is. Do you want your usual?” Nanao asked, feeling nervous for some reason.

“Yes please, thank you.” You smiled. “I’m also surprised no one’s talking to you tonight.”

“Really?” Nanao asked, a frown forming her face.

“In a way, I’m glad. I always wanted to talk to you.” You smiled softly. Nanao looked down to your glass as she finished the finishing touches of your drink. “You’re always so busy when I come.”

Nanao didn’t say anything as she watched you nurse your drink.

“You really know your alcohol.” You grinned, taking another sip. “This is delicious.”

Nanao’s face felt warm hearing your compliment, “thank you.”

“Anyways, I’m surprised your working tonight. I thought you’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day.”

Nanao scoffed, fixing her glasses, “no, I get triple pay tonight and I’m single.”

“Really?” You gasped, placing your drink on the counter. “What time does your shift end?”

Nanao gave you a confused look, “why? You don’t even know my name.”

You gave a hearty laugh, “yes I do! You told me it before – it’s Nanao” you smiled. “Also I wanna take you out to celebrate! You should at least get some time for yourself, you know?”

Nanao hesitated – she didn’t know you at all… but her instincts weren’t going off.

“We can do whatever you want to. Just pick the place.”

“Let’s just stay here.” She murmured, feeling unsure of where to go. “I want to try being the customer for once.”

You gave her a gentle smile, “of course – the customer is ‘king’ or I should say, ‘queen’ after all.”

The two of you chatted the rest of the evening, with Nanao breaking away a few times to tend to the bar as customers came in. After her shift ended, she quickly changed out of her uniform. Her large glasses framed her face, her hair in a makeshift bun, and a small blush across her cheeks.

“Actually, can we go to a diner nearby?” Nanao asked, as she fidgeted with her glasses.

“Lead the way!”

“And who’s this?” Nanao’s uncle, Shunsui, asked as he invited you to his home.

You introduced yourself, bowing to the tall man. “I’m Nanao’s partner.”

Shunsui’s eyes widened as Nanao looked away nervously. He let out a tender smile, “I hope you’re treating my Nanao-chan with the tender love and care she deserves.”

“Shut up!” Nanao interjected, embarrassed at what he was saying. You laughed, as Nanao warned you beforehand that he would “say something incredibly cheesy.”

“How long have you been together?” Shunsui asked, as he ushered the two of you to sit.

“Hm, about 8 months now, give or take?” You said, turning to Nanao. Her face was red as she refused to look at her uncle in the face.

“Eight months… that would mean you met in February?” Shunsui pondered, look at the two of you with curiosity.

“Technically we’ve known each other for a little more than that, but our first date was on Valentine’s Day.” You answered, giving him a sheepish smile as Nanao face reddened even more.

Shunsui let out a hearty chuckle, “well isn’t that romantic. No wonder little Nanao is so flustered.”

Nanao huffed, “you two are so annoying.” To which, you and Shunsui shared a laugh.

ZARAKI KENPACHI - BOOK-END, HAPPY-END | wc: 1885

Yachiru was a handful most of the time, or at least, that’s what her preschool teachers would tell Zaraki continuously. But she was a happy girl, popular with her classmates and while she liked to pull pranks, she was quick to apologize.

Libraries though, were a sense of wonder for her – she can read all her favourite comics, have someone read to her, and play with some toys, all in one place?

Her father, Zaraki, hated the library. He didn’t care much for books, and it was too quiet for his liking. It was too stuffy for someone like him. He always dreaded picking up Yachiru from her afterschool program at the library because of the looks and stares he would get from other parents.

Not that he cared about what they thought – they were just pissing him off with the constant oogling and whispers. If they had something to say, say it to his face.

But one glare from him was enough to shut any negative naysayers around him as they ran off in fear. And Yachiru was a happy camper ready to be picked up by her father, or “Kenny” as she affectionately called him. Zaraki didn’t care that Yachiru didn’t call him father, dad, pops – whatever name one would call their father figure. She was happy, safe and healthy (he did mind how much candy she was consuming, lest he get another scolding from her dentist).

It surprised him that Yachiru enjoyed the library as much as she did. She was louder than him and was just as carefree about personal space and societal expectations as he was… yet she insisted on being part of the afterschool library program that some of her friends were in.

So here he was, waiting for Yachiru to finish up her program as he flipped through some random magazine.

“Kenny!” Yachiru yelled as she rushed over to Zaraki. He stared at her calmly as she excitedly jumped around in front of him, her schoolbag barely zipped, her cheeks flushed with with excitement and bright pink hair tousled around. He gave her a smile and lifted her on to his shoulders.

But as soon as he walked away, he felt a hard ‘thud’ on his head. “Ow, watch where yer hittin’, Yachiru.” He snapped.

“Kenny, you gotta talk to the librarian. She said she had to talk to the parents before we left.”

Zaraki huffed, this place was annoying. He saw you, the librarian in question, chatting with some parents before they walked away. You had a calm smile, as you waved to Yachiru sitting happily on Zaraki’s head.

“And you must be Ms. Yachiru’s father – it’s nice to actually speak with you.” You said, as you began to register how tall and big the man was. No wonder Yachiru seemed content to sit on his shoulders, she was so high up!

“She said you had somethin’ to talk to me about. Make it quick.” He coldly replied. In his few interactions with libraries and librarians, he hated talking with him. They talked too much, and he didn’t care for books. It was just too boring for him.

“We have a little read-along coming up and I’ve been inviting caregivers to attend.” You said, as you handed Zaraki a pamphlet. “Yachiru is an excellent reader… once she finds something she wants to read.” You gave a hearty laugh.

“That’s because you know what I like Ms. Librarian!” Yachiru giggled.

You sighed, you corrected Yachiru in front of her father, “please call me that instead.”

Zaraki muttered your name, unsure if he would even remember it, but you did have a different personality for a librarian than what he was used to. You seemed carefree and relaxed – not caring that Yachiru often times did things on her own terms.

“I’ll be there. Thanks.” Zaraki took the pamphlet from your hands. He walked out of the library with Yachiru gleefully laughing, all the way home.

Zaraki was warming up to the library, or the more accurate answer was that he was warming up to you. He would come right on time to pick up Yachiru but let her have a few minutes to run amok in the children’s area while he talked with you.

He liked listening to you talk – the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, and the way you didn’t judge him for his dislike of reading. “It’s not for everyone,” you would say, “but there is always a book for someone.” But you never pressured him to take out a book.

And the two of you wouldn’t just talk about Yachiru, even though she was often a handful. She was fun and was quick to engage, you didn’t have many complaints. You also were honest with him, which was something he appreciated. He hated the way many of Yachiru’s teachers and the parents of her friends, would dance around him – as if anything they say would piss him off. They didn’t bother to get to know him, and in return, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about them (aside from being respectful to Yachiru).

No, you were different – you weren’t afraid to joke with him, you weren’t afraid to tease him. You were… fun. Which was why he started to enjoy coming to the library to pick Yachiru up if it meant getting a few moments to chat with you.

Although today was a bit different, Yachiru had been invited to a sleepover with one of her classmates, a family he was familiar with and had known since Yachiru was in pre-school. He didn’t mind her staying over the night.

“Yachiru, don’t forget to give your books back to the library.” Zaraki told her as he helped her get ready for school.

“’kay Kenny!” She responded happily, as she had her lunchbox and backpack already ready. He saw her head out the door and run down the street to her friend, holding their hand as they walked to school.

Zaraki closed the door and immediately noticed the two books Yachiru forgot to pack. It would be stupid to go after her and give her the books, he might as well drop it off for her and chide her later for it.

He didn’t have much planned for today anyways. Yachiru being gone and having the day off meant he could relax and shoot the shit. A stop by the library wasn’t going to change that.

As he made his way to the library, he initially decided to shove the books into the drop-off slot, but… he wanted to see if you were around. He only saw you in the afternoon with other kids and parents around, would morning you be different?

So he made his way into the library. It was too quiet for his liking, given the fact that children were now in school. It was uncomfortable for him to be in such a quiet place.

“Ah Mr. Kenpachi! What a pleasant surprise.” You greeted him. You were pushing a trolley of books to be placed back on shelves. “What brings you here this morning?”

“Was just droppin’ off Yachiru’s books.” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t want to pay for the fees.”

“Oh we don’t charge late fees anymore.” You laughed. “We changed the policy a while back. But anyways, you can put them in the drop off box. My colleague will handle it.”

“Sure…” but Kenpachi didn’t want to leave just yet. “Mind if I hang around for a bit?”

“Why of course not, it’s the library!” You giggled, “you know we have movies you can borrow too, right?”

“I don’t really watch movies.” Zaraki grumbled.

“No way,” you gasped. “You don’t have at least one favourite movie?” You questioned him.

“Don’t really have the time for it.” Zaraki remarked, shrugging his shoulders, “I prefer to experience the action myself.” Which earned a fit of laughter from you.

“Ok, Mr. Superstar – I’m almost done with these, but I’m taking you to the movie corner.” You said, a determined look in your eye, “and we’re picking out a movie for you!”

It didn’t take long for you to finish shelving the books and you immediately made a beeline to the movie corner. Zaraki stood aimlessly in the room, unsure of what he was looking for.

“Did you see anything you like?” You asked, as he skimmed the back cover of a DVD.

“Not really – I don’t even own a DVD player.” Zaraki said. “You don’t gotta waste your time with me.” He bellowed, “you should get back to work.”

You stood in front of him, arms crossed, as you sized him up. “Nope. No can do – books are one thing, but I’m here to help you find a movie.” Zaraki smirked at your bravery, most people didn’t even think twice about saying ‘no’ to him.

“Fine, suit yerself girly. Pick me something.” As he leaned against the wall. He watched you in amusement going through the stacks of DVDs.

“Voilà!” You shouted, pulling out a DVD. “This one for sure. I think you’ll like it.” As you handed him the cover.

“Seven Samurai, huh. I’ve heard of this.” Zaraki murmured as he quickly skimmed the back cover.

“Excellent.” You beamed, “pick a time where you’re free and I can bring my DVD player to your place.”

“Eh, that’s not necessary.” Zaraki muttered, not comfortable with being fussed over like this. “I’m free tonight since Yachiru’s going to a sleepover.”

Without missing a beat, you blurted out “then come over to my place after the program tonight!” Zaraki raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yah sure about that?”

You nodded your head vigorously. “Definitely – I have popcorn, but if you have other snacks you want to bring, feel free.” You eagerly said.

“I’ll bring dinner.” Zaraki said, amused at how eager and excited you looked. He couldn’t help but think how cute you were with the determined look on your face, and the excitement in your eyes. “It’ll be a date.” He said, without a second thought.

“Yes, a date! I’m looking forward to it.” Zaraki’s eyes widened, you didn’t disagree with what he said? He gave you a gentle pat on the head, then handed you the DVD.

“Keep this for me and I’ll pick you up later.” Zaraki grinned. The two of you were making your way back to the entrance of the library, when it dawned on you that you agreed to a date. You cheeks felt hot, realizing what was happening.

“I’m lookin’ forward to tonight.” Zaraki said, an unsually shy look in his face.

“Me too!” You stammered. The two of you stood awkwardly.

“I trust yer choice. And even if the movie sucks shit –”

“It doesn’t suck shit!” You yelled, then immediately covering your mouth as the library patrons shushed you.

Zaraki let out a bellowing laugh, making you smile, “what I was tryin’ to say – if it sucks shit, I’m sure you have other movies I’d like. I trust yer taste.”

You smiled at his words, your heart fluttering from his praise. You stood on the tips of your toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “And if not, we can do other things.” You said, suggestively, earning a menacing grin from Zaraki.

Thank you for reading!! And happy Valentine's Day!!

Credits: The floral banners/separators are from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[katsuma6]

hiii !! i hope you been enjoying your day so far and taking care of yourself <3

I LOVE YOUR TEXT MEMES AND HEADCANONSSSS so i was hoping…. writers choice but with shinji, byakuya and/or kisuke plss i adore your fluff + crack memes of them🙏🏽

Bleach Men - Editing pictures to make them look bad! ^-^

Cont: Crack, fluff

Incl: Shinji, Byakuya, Kisuke

[electronicwitchcollection]

Kissing under the mistletoe 🎄

Shunsui, Kisuke, Shinji, Grimmjow

Shunsui

Shunsui loves Christmas, he loves the festive atmosphere, the joy on the faces of everyone he passes. He enjoys the excuse to be merry, happily sipping on his precious sake As he basks in the merriment surrounding him. He enjoys all the traditions, new and old, from here and from lands far away that only appear in this magical time of year.

What he loves above all else is the way you throw yourself into the festive spirit, throughly enjoying each and every aspect of Christmas you can sink your teeth into. Your shared home carried the sweet smell of Christmas cookies you baked almost daily to hand out to friends and colleagues. You looked adorable, wrapped up in your warm Christmas jumper, smattering of flour on your rosy cheeks.

This is how Shunsui had found you, smiling brightly, covered in flour as you remove your latest tray of treats from the oven. After a long day of work, this is the only place he wanted to be. Well, less work and more chasing people down with a sprig of mistletoe, he should say. Man, woman, feral panther Espada. It didn’t matter, no one was safe from a dramatic smooch from the loveable old leech today.

He had saved the best kiss, the only kiss that mattered, for last.

You smile widely as Shunsui entered the kitchen, smelling faintly of the comforting liquor you had come to associate with him. Face flushed from the bitter wind outside, you hurriedly placed the trey on the counter to meet him in a warming hug. You could feel the chill lingering on his skin as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

"Welcome home" you nuzzle into his chest, smiling at the way he kissed your hair.

"You've been busy my love" he noted, peering over the top of your head at the array of freshly baked treats littering the kitchen. "I thought you had already handed out all your cookies this year?"

You pull from his embrace only to look him in the eye, your face splitting into a massive grin at the crooked smile he wore. "They're for you, I thought we could decorate them together 

"Sounds wonderful" he told you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the flour dirtying your nose "but first," 

You watched bemused as he started patting himself down, hands digging deep into his pockets in search of something you couldn't wait to see. With a triumphant grin, he pulled from his inner pocket some mistletoe, slightly abused in appearance by the less than delicate way it had previously been shoved into a pocket. You chuckle at the pout on his handsome face, the exaggerated, defeated slump in his shoulders at the anticlimactic reveal.

"Mistletoe?"

"Well, you know what they say if you DONT kiss under the mistletoe" he told you mysteriously, brushing his fingers over the limp leafs.

"Remind me. I can't quite recall". You stifle your laughter, though unable to keep the smile from your face as you played along

"If you don't kiss under the mistletoe, you break your mothers back, get seven years of bad luck, sink your ship. You know. The usual"  he raised the mistletoe to hang between you both, swaying it back and forth as you giggle at the absurd mishmash of superstitions he falsely proclaimed "better not tempt fate, wouldn't you agree?" 

You nod eagerly, reaching up on your tiptoes, you meet him in a playful kiss. His free arm wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into the kiss as your hands caressed over his chest, each smiling as your lips moulded together under the mistletoe.

Kisuke

"YN!" Kisuke slammed open your bedroom door with unnecessary force, scaring you half to death. You scramble over the present you were in the middle of wrapping. Tugging at the blanket on your bed, you tried to cover your gift before your nosy partner could catch a glimpse. You had told him what you were doing, and had threatened him with no presents if he continued to try and peek at what you had bought him before Christmas Day

"Kisuke!"  You scold him, leaning back to a sitting position now that you were sure your gift would remain a surprise now that it was covered in your bedding "Don't do that, you scared me half to death" 

Your stern frown went unnoticed as his eyes were fixated to the lump in the bed. Head tilted to the side, he began walking over "What have you got hiding under there?" He asked playfully, reaching out to attempt to tug at the comforter.. you slapped away the offending hand, satisfied with the unmanly yelp he gave. You rose to block his path as he shook the stinging slap off his hand, not letting it deter him away from his need to satisfy his curiosity.

"You know good and well what I'm doing in here. Out!" You try to push him from the room, not gaining an inch of ground as he planted his feet and watched you amused.

"Don't be like that, I just want a little peek" he chuckled, leaning around you to attempt to grab at the covering again. You grab his wandering hands, pulling them together between you.

"Kisuke, I swear to what ever god or demon is listening, if you don't get out and let me finish wrapping in peace, I'm going to.."

"You'll...? What?" Cocky bastard. He knew you loved Christmas too much to actually deny yourself the pleasure of seeing his face when he finally got to open his present

"Something very unchristmassy" you settle on weakly, giving him your best 'Im serious' face. "Now out, you nosy bastard" 

"Just a peek?" He tried again, enjoying himself immensely with your futile attempts to get him leaving

"Haven't you ever heard of 'curiosity killing the cat?' You stubbornly refuse to let him ruin the surprise. It had taken you ages to find the perfect gift, and you've spent too many weeks hiding it for him to ruin the surprise now

"Have you ever heard of instant gratification?" He countered smugly, wrapping his arms around your waist, sneaking his hands over your ass and giving it a playful squeeze. You rolled your eyes, He was impossible.

"Did you just come in to grope me?" You accused, settling your hands on his chest now that he was no longer attempting to uncover your secret

"Just an opportunity I couldn't let pass without taking advantage" he grinned down at you, giving your derrière another loving fondle "I actually wanted to show you something, can you come with me a moment?"

You eye him dubiously, he was a sneaky man, with many tricks up his sleeve. This could all just be a ploy to lower your guard and capture his prize. "If you're just trying to get me far enough away so you can race back here and look.."

"On my honour" he grinned down at you "I really just want to show you something".

You search his face for any deceit, finding nothing but the unruly tuft of hair sitting on his nose. You nod reluctantly, allowing him to intertwine his fingers with your own and lead you from the room. You follow behind him through your home, getting ready to run back into the room should he make any sudden movements. You were lead to the front doors, where Kisuke helped you into your coat, sitting his hat atop your head to help with the bitter chill of the snow covered garden.

You followed him out silently, smiling at the deep crunch of snow beneath your feet. You loved that sound. Kisuke pulled you under the large tree at the bottom of the garden, turning to face you with a face splitting grin

"Tada!"  He exclaimed, throwing his arms out in a grand gesture. You looked at him confused, not seeing what was so special. His smile softened, placing two fingers under your chin and directing your vision upwards"Look up"

Mistletoe clung to the branches, trailing down beautifully, little white berries glistening with the melting snow. You smile, reaching up to brush your fingers over the frostbitten leafs. They were so pretty, and didn't usually grow there "mistletoe " you spoke softly

Not one to waste an opportunity, you lean in, fingers wrapping tightly into Kisuke's clothing. He leaned down, lips curved into a smirk. A breath away from lips touching, Kisuke leaned back, just out of your reach to teasingly murmur"look who's all about instant gratification now"

You huff amused, fingers tightening in his clothing and pulling him towards you. He came willingly, capturing your lips with enthusiasm, hands returning to their favourite place on your ass and pushing you into him.

"I'm still not letting you see your present" you mumble against his lips, kissing away his answering laugh.

Shinji

You were hanging around in Shinji's office, waiting for him to finish writing up his report so he could join you at the christmas party currently being held in the 8th. Shinji has never been overly bothered about Christmas. Sure, he liked the quality time he got to spend with you, and the look on your face when he gave you your presents, the rest of the holiday though, he could take or leave. He didn't dislike Christmas, just wasn't as in love with it as you were.

You distracted yourself by looking around the place, admiring the decorations his lieutenant had put up around the office. The tree was modest in size, but was so beautifully decorated you couldn't tear your eyes away from it. Until something green and white caught your attention. Secure to the top of the door frame was a little bundle of mistletoe. You haven't yet managed to get Shinji under some, and desperately wanted that Christmas kiss.

You stand from the sofa kept there for guests, subtly making a show of stretching your arms above your head, acting like you were just getting stiff from sitting down. Shinji noticed your movements, hardly looking up from his scribbling "ya alrigh' babe?" 

"Fine, just stretching my legs" you feign innocence, walking lazily over to the tree to brush your fingers over the baubles, eyes subtly flicking to the prize hanging in the doorway.

"Nearly finished Doll" already back focused on his report, you caught the flash of metal on his tongue as it poked out in concentration. You couldn't wait to feel it slide against your own. Nonchalantly you make your way over to the exit, leaning against the door frame, perfectly under the mistletoe. You waited patiently, eyes not leaving your partner as he focused on his work

It was taking to long.

"Shin?" You called trying to keep the impatience from your voice. You needed him up out of that seat and under this doorway. Not looking up from his writing, he grunted, letting him know you had his attention "could I have some of your water please?

Without looking up he blindly reached for his water bottle, chucking it loftily across the room to you. You fumbled the catch, unprepared for the sudden launch. Scrambling to catch it before it hit the floor, you let out an exasperated huff. "Thanks" you mutter disappointed that he didn't get up and bring it to you , before sipping at the room temperature liquid

"Anythin' for ya doll face" Honestly, you've never seen him concentrate on paperwork so diligently before, why did he have to start now? If you wanted him out of that seat, you needed to think of something that would pull all his focus. If there was one thing you knew about Shinji, he liked winning.

"You know, I think I've gotten taller"you say conversationally, stretching out to your full height. You hear his answering snort before he pulled his eyes away from his desk to look at you

"Are ya mental? Yer still the same short ass ya were yesterday" you hooked him, now all you had to do was reel him in..

"I'm serious" you protest, pouting your lips prettily, knowing he enjoyed seeing it, before letting it slip into a sly smirk "I think I'm you're height now"

Shinji shook his head chuckling, eyes drifting back down to his paperwork. "Yer still half a foot shorter than me babe"

"Wanna bet?"

You saw his eyes flash competitively, placing his pen down on the desk. Got him. He pushed his chair back, raising to hit feet confidently. Amused grin on his face as he walked around his desk, watching you intently. The height difference was clearly obvious before he even reached you, towering a good six or seven inches above you

"Ya wanna rethink ya statement?"  He asked you cockily, standing close to exaggerate the angle in which he had to look down. You grin at him triumphantly, pointing a finger straight up. Shinji saw your finger and followed its direction, sighing when he saw the mistletoe hanging between you. He gave you a disbelieving look, realising quickly how you had tricked him "Really?"

"It's tradition" Shinji sighed, playing along with his disinterest. Rolling his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer into his body

"If ya wanted a kiss so badly, ya coulda just asked" He muttered before planting his lips against yours, sweetly at first, before deepening the kiss. Pushing you back into the door frame, he loomed over you, dominating the kiss. You moan into his mouth, pleased with the enthusiasm he met you with. He kissed you again, softer, lingering before he pulled away, smirking at your breathless state.

"I think I'll take this home," he said reaching up to take the mistletoe from the wood. Walking backward to his desk, he held your gaze with a lecherous grin, lowering the mistletoe to hold above his crotch, "We can use it later"

"really?"  You asked him, struggling to hide your smile. He shot you a wink, grinning widely

"It's tradition after all "

Grimmjow

You wept softly, drying your eyes on the blanket you had wrapped around you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the most romantic scene you had ever watched in a movie. The man poured his heart out, bearing his sole to his soul mate, begging her not to leave. Her face mirrored your own, tear stained, raw emotion shining in her eyes as the flurry of snow whipped around them 

"Mistletoe" the woman whispered, looking up at the lush bunch of greenery hanging above their heads. Like magnets they snapped together, clinging to each other desperately, pouring their love for each other through their passionate kiss as the screen slowly faded to black. You sniffle quietly, dabbing away the last few tears escaping from your eyes 

"That was the stupidest fucking thing I've ever seen"

Your eyes snap to the gruff voice, widening in disbelief. His arms were crossed over his wide chest, legs spread out comfortably on the couch besides you. He looked disgusted, almost sneering at the rolling credits. "Did you just watch the same thing I did? Grimmjow, that is one of the most romantic Christmas movies ever made" 

He looked at you disbelieving, eye brows furrowing at the wet trails down your cheeks "the fuck you crying' for woman?" He snapped gruffly  , turning his attention back to the tv to turn it off. Dropping the remote he stretches his arms high above his head, cracking his spine as he arched off the couch. " Fucking pathetic, chasing down a woman who doesn't want you, ain't he got no pride?"

You mouth hung open, gonsmacked by what you wear hearing. Sure, Grimmjow wasn't the most sensitive of guys, struggled with his own emotions, and by default resorted to snappy retorts. But couldn't he see the romance? The love? 

"You wouldn't chase after me?"

He snorted, eyeing you amused "Fuck no. If ya don't want me I ain't gunna try and beg ya to come back". He shrugged, missing the hurt flash over your face "Stay cos you wanna stay" 

You felt a pang of pain in your chest, the sting of tears prickling behind your eyes. He didn't love you enough to fight for you? For what you had? Throwing the blanket off your body, ignoring the mutter "the fuck?" Grimmjow gave as it hit him in the face, you jumped to your feet 

"How silly of me. I forgot what an unromantic ass you are" 

"hey" Grimmjow growled, attempting to take hold of your hand as you stomped past him. You jerked it out of his reach, giving him an icey look before stomping through your living "Oi! The fuck is your problem?"

"Fuck off Grimmjow" you snapped, slamming the bedroom door behind you, a clear indication he wasn't welcome in your bed tonight 

"YN!" Grimmjow screamed after you, punching the couch in annoyance at your silence. The fuck was your problem now?! He had suffered through that weak ass movie because you had wanted to watch it. Now you were pissed? "Fucking emotional woman"

———

You lay on your bed, tears long since stopped. Maybe you had over reacted. You know what Grimmjow was like. He wasn't the hearts and flowers guy, you knew that, accepted that. He showed you he cared in his own way, it wasn't really fair of you to get angry because he didn't agree with the romantic tendencies you held close to your heart. You weren't ready to apologise though. You were just as stubborn as he was, in many ways, you were a perfect pair. A night on the couch wouldn't hurt him. 

A quiet rap to the bedroom door had you sitting up in bed, staring at the wood with held breath. The silence prolonged, thickening the tension in the room. Another more insistent knock sounded soon after. You debated wether you should answer or pretend to be asleep, you were too tired to have an argument right now..

"Will you just open the fucking door?!" Grimmjow accentuated his snappy demand with a thud of his fist against the door. Rolling your eyes you crossed the space, pissy bastard. You ripped open the door, angry retort on your tongue dying when you saw what awaited on the other side. Grimmjow had his arm up in the air, holding in his hand what appeared to be..

"Grimmjow... is that... spinach?" You cock you head to the side in confusion, eyeing the tuft of green leafs pinched between his fingers. He shrugged, eyeing the vegetation before looking deep into your eyes 

"I don't know what the fuck mistletoe is or where to find it. This looked more like it than the broccoli did"

A startled laugh bubbled past your lips. That was so him. As daft as it was, the meaning was clear. He was apologising, attempting to be romantic knowing how much you loved romance. You heart felt like it grew three sizes, seeing the man you were head over heels for trying to give you what you wanted. 

You slam into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. "Thank you" you whisper, nuzzling your cheek into his chest. His spinach free hand came up to cup your head, keeping you close to his chest

"where the fuck is my kiss?"

You giggle, tilting up you chin to look at him. He wore his lopsided grin, the one that had your knees feeling weak every time you saw it. Reaching up you meet him half way, pouring all your love and appreciation into the kiss.

No he wasn't the hearts and flowers guy, he was better. He was Grimmjow

[merbear25]

For event

Shinji (Bleach) and 14 + 4 (with Reader saying lines, if possible), ty 🫶

Thank you so much for requesting something! I admittedly took inspo from some of the things I struggle with but no specifics were mentioned! I think Shinji would be stubborn enough to handle damn near anything like this in a partner 😭

Your relationship would face many hurdles. That was just how it was with you, regrettably so. After so many having promised their love to you, you were hurt time and time again to the point your battered heart couldn’t accept that there was someone who could withstand it all. Even after you tried pushing him away, trying to prove to yourself that you were right about him - that he would leave you like all the others - he withstood each test and would continue to do so much to your damaged heart’s convictions.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, abandonment issues, established relationship

I’m not going anywhere (Shinji)

Wasn’t there a limit he could take? There must have been. Everyone else had one. The boiling point that scorched every other relationship drove them away just like you knew would happen. But, each time you reached a new low point, he was still there. It hurt in a way you didn’t expect. The support he offered had you beginning to believe this would last, but that was what made it all so painful. When he eventually left, that sense of love would go right out with him.

This was temporary—you told yourself that to prepare for the inevitable that wasn’t coming. Sitting and waiting for what wouldn’t come, a sense of security wrapped around you. However, the unfamiliar trust made you panic, the walls you’d built were crumbling, and you felt completely and utterly exposed.

“Why are you still here? What do you even see in me?” 

The reason behind your lashing out was as clear as day to him. Having spent years withstanding the gale force winds that threatened to shove him out of your life, your patterns and flare-ups were adapted to and bent those harsh winds into a mere gust of a summer breeze. However, this time was different. A final defense against what you feared the most—abandonment.

Flinching wasn’t possible for him, not when the result meant losing all the progress you’d made together. Cool to the point he chilled your flames, he hummed a little to himself as if deep in thought. “Well, there ‘er so many but fer starters yer reliable, loyal, affectionate, funny, sweet,” he went on while counting on his fingers.

You could feel yourself flushing from how effortlessly he listed the qualities you so easily forgot. “And yer even sweeter when yer flustered.”

You turned away from him. Calming the rising tides within your heart was proving to be a trying task. Sitting down, you refused to make eye contact with him. “You really think those are reasons to put up with me?” Even though there were countless fond memories you shared, those moments of you attempting to push him away often deceived you into believing that you did not deserve him.

“Oh, I was just gettin’ started.” He casually leaned on the table, though his expression was rather stern. No matter how many times he tried to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere, sooner or later you’d convince yourself of the opposite.

“And you’d have me like this? Scars and all?” You could barely look at him. The sting of tears burned your eyes. 

“I actually like yer scars.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at that remark. “I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t say that.”

“What can I say? I like what I like.” He shrugged with a faint smile. The longer his eyes held on you, the more he ached to comfort you properly.

Him looking at you with concern playing on his expression made your bottom lip quiver. “Do you have to look at me like that?” The question was choked with the emotion bubbling at the surface.

A soft exhale through his nose was paired with a smile. “And how am I lookin’ at ya?”

His soft voice carried that question to you, though you let it hang in the air for a moment before answering. “You know how.”

He took a step closer and leaned down to get a better look at your now puffy face. “Do ya want me to stop?”

You shook your head, knowing that there was no better comfort than the warm gaze he seemed to only give you. “I just have a hard time accepting it.” In a voice so low the faint embarrassment at not being able to face the fact that someone could care about you was barely audible, and yet he heard it, crystal clear.

Watching you intently, the twitching of your fingers gave away the nerves eating at you. He kneeled down at your side, instantly noticing the trail of a lone tear on your cheek. Though he admittedly wasn’t the best at navigating these waters, his sails never set him astray. Taking your hands in his, there was no stopping the melting of his heart when your eyes met.

“I know ya do,” he whispered, while placing tender kisses along your knuckles. “But ya don’t ever have to worry about it fadin’. Not with me.” Those last words blanketed around you, securing you in ways you were sometimes too cautious towards. The last few kisses were more firm, hoping the passion he held would break the surface of your insecurities one day.

That fear of him leaving just like all the others was slowly being chipped away at. Although there would be instances when the intrusive thoughts would rear their ugly heads to spit their lies that not everything was as it seemed, he would continue proving himself to you. The demons that haunted the inner workings of your mind would be exhausted from the losing battle against his affection towards you, eventually perishing like they deserved. Time was on your side, and he had nothing but that to continue loving you.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Headcanons: Zanpakuto Inconveniences

Sure, everyone’s zanpakuto looks badass when they’re fighting, but realistically, shouldn’t they all have drawbacks?

Jushiro Ukitake: Sogyo no Kotowari

The twin blades constantly argue with themselves, causing Ukitake to have split-second mood swings as he tries to mediate between the conflicting personalities. This often leads to awkward situations where he's caught agreeing and disagreeing with himself. And let’s not forget that rope with the charms. How many times has he tripped over that?

Byakuya Kuchiki:  Senbonzakura

Its thousands of tiny blades can get stuck in Byakuya's clothes at the most inconvenient times, making it look like he's covered in cherry blossom confetti and struggling to pull petals out from under his collar after fights. When he tries to pull them out, they leave little rips in his clothes, much to his ire. 

Ichigo Kurosaki: Zangetsu 

is a bit of a rebellious dramatic zanpakuto. It occasionally refuses to manifest because it doesn’t feel ‘fashionable’ enough or claims Ichigo has been neglecting it. This results in awkward sessions where Ichigo has to find a place to sit down and have a heart to heart with his zanpakuto, reassuring it that he most definitely does not think Senbonzakura is cooler. 

Renji Abarai: Zabimaru 

Zabimaru's extended segmented form occasionally gets tangled in Renji's own clothes, causing him to trip over the coiling snake-like segments while attempting flashy combat moves, resulting in moments of unintentional slapstick. “Now how many times have we talked about this? If I go left, then you go right!”

Shinji Hirako: Sakanade

Occasionally messes with Shinji's perception of reality for the heck of it. Hell, like owner, like zanpakuto. This leads to him walking into doors, stepping into the wrong rooms, and even accidentally complimenting his enemies in the midst of battle due to the distorted vision. It made him accidentally flirt with Hiyori and she whacked him into next week with her sandal. 

Rose Otoribashi: Kinshara

It’s musical abilities sometimes backfire on Rose. Instead of intimidating enemies with his zanpakuto's melodies, it plays embarrassing tunes at the worst times, making Rose wish he could mute his sword.

Examples of Kinshara’s embarrassing playlist include “The Gummy Bear song”, “Baby Shark”, “Low” by Flo Rida, and “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-a-lot. 

Izuru Kira: Wabisuke

Wabisuke has the unfortunate ability to double the weight of whatever it touches. It has a tendency to sneak up onto women who are on measuring scales and make them heavier than they are. Kira shakes his head in shame whenever he catches Wabisuke in the act. “You realize this isn’t helping our image?”

Shuhei Hisagi:  Kazeshini

Kazeshini occasionally pranks Hisagi by creating small gusts of wind, causing playful havoc by ruffling Hisagi's hair at the most inappropriate moments, such as during serious conversations or formal meetings. Additionally, Kazeshini has a habit of whispering sarcastic comments or witty remarks into Hisagi's ear when he's trying to maintain a stoic demeanor, leading to amusing situations where Hisagi struggles to keep a straight face while dealing with its antics.

[brittscafe]

Shinji with a s/o who uses a water type zanpakuto? (s/o is calm and peaceful) I love your writing a lot btw 😻

Awww of course and thank you! <3 <3

Your words and emotions flow like the water, soft and gentle. Unfortunately, Shinji was the exact opposite. He's cocky and rough with his words.

Somehow, you ended up together. You and Shinji were definitely an enemies to lovers story.

In the beginning, you were at each other's throats. You could never agree on anything and argued all the time. It was only until you saw Shinji's sweet, hidden side did you start to like him.

Shinji has learned to be more careful with his words and actions. He's been put under a spell by you. His touch is soft and gentle, lips lingering apart, or even liking to be the little spoon.

Of course, there are times when Shinji is rough. When his kisses get deeper and rougher, biting on your lip. Or when he's protecting you, rage filling him as he sees you hurt.

Shinji definitely would pull out his Bankai if you're seriously injured, but he makes sure that you are far away.

He isn't really sweet with his words, tbh. He'll whisper dirty words into your ear as he's pleasuring you, loving to see how your face flushes.

Shinji's favorite thing to do is tease you. It can be dirty, especially in public. Hands running all over your body as he whispers into your ear about the things he's going to do to you later.

Or he just be using it as a way to flirt with you. He would never pass up on the opportunity to flirt with you. He'll tease you about how you're too nice, a little weak, or even how cute you look right now.

You are Shinji's rock. His place where he needs to go when he needs to calm down or be comforted. Your words are smooth and warm, just what he needs.

Regardless, the two of you couldn't see each other with anyone else.

[sir--crow]

Will of the Heart

Chapter One

Word Count: 3.6k

Content: Gender neutral Reader, Angst, Injury, Memory loss, swearing, canon-typical violence, lotsss of emotions, some fluff?, mentions of tattoos

Note: So sorry that the start of this is pretty heavy, but I swear it get's fluffy real soon! Expect cute shopping dates and ballroom dances >:) -Nico

You were suspended in time, back against the ground and face towards the endless night sky. Only the crescent moon above returned your gaze, almost pitying as the air whipped against your face. The white garbs you wore flapped, almost tearing off of your skin as the sky shrunk. 

What was happening?

The moon heard your unspoken question, and shined its cool light against your face, revealing the balcony you once stood upon. Your eyes fell upon a figure, but before you could make out their face, a book blocked your view. 

It floated above you, its pages flapping around like a broken plea. You reached up and grabbed it, holding it tight as you met your fate together. 

Your back crashed against the sand, shadowed by the kingdom so large that you, too, looked like a spec of sand within an endless desert. 

Maybe you would fall in, and accept your fate as a small grain of sand. Closing your eyes, the air was torn from your lungs. It burned. 

However, even as your head rang like a bell as it smacked against the sand, all you could hear were the words you heard not even moments ago.

You didn’t recognize the muffled voice, but you remembered what they said. Yes– just a minute ago you stood upon the balcony of the unforgiving kingdom, staring at the endless sea of sand, holding the book you grasped now to your chest, as someone appeared behind you. Before you could turn around, something hit your head, sending you off of the balcony. 

Their words seemed almost cynical now as you passed out. 

“It’s time to wake up.” 

A bell chimed in the room behind you. Your feet swayed back and forth while you gripped the warm mug. The sky was clear with no clouds to cover the moon’s beauty. Your left side was warm. Someone snickered as you heard a muffled conversation. Looking to your side, your eyes widened as you saw a distorted figure, gray and blurry though the rest of the world seemed clear as day. 

Your eyes burning, you focused enough to make out a clear smile on their face. It was absurdly large and almost scary, yet you only felt a familiar– but foreign– warmth deep in your chest. It was like that first sip of hot coffee. 

Wait– coffee?

You looked down back to the mug you held, and no longer was it the creamy brown liquid, but a cold black tea. Looking up you found yourself in a new room, sitting in a chair with a back long enough to tower over you. The table you sat at was long, lined with similar chairs. 

Dark figures with piercing eyes stared at you, and just as you felt the comforting warmth of that person, it bled out like water from a shattered glass. 

The cup you held now scattered on black tiled floor below you. 

“What are you doing?” A deep voice echoed in the large room. Your head turned sharply to your left, only to see his face. 

Aizen glared at you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasped, shooting up out of the sand. Aizen and the figures disappeared, and it was made clear that you were only dreaming. 

Right?

Your hand trembled as you brought it up, looking at the sand that fell through your fingertips. It was cold. An ache formed in your neck as you bent your head up to look at the building to your side. It was tall enough where you couldn’t see the top. Wide enough where you couldn’t see where it ended. 

You needed to get back insi–

A sudden pain shocked your brain. You gasped out, clutching your head as the pain seized your body. It hurt. Everything hurt. Tears bubbled up in your eyes as you heard a scream. 

Your scream. 

Falling back against the sand, you tried to muffle the cacophony of noise ringing in your mind by covering your ears. Voices and conversations rang out as if you were in a large gathering. 

But no– it was all disconnected. 

It was–

“Wake up.”

It was the voice from before. The one who pushed you.

“It’s time to wake up.” 

Pain shot through your skull, and once more your neck burned with a shrill scream. 

“Remember.”

Remember what? 

“Remember!”

“I don’t understand!” You cried. 

However, you were then met with a different voice. 

“Ahh man!” Someone whined, “It’s freezin.”

Your mind spun as you were taken somewhere else, someplace where snow fell to the ground. It crunched beneath your feet while you carried something in your hand. 

You remember looking over to the whining person. 

The person was once again blurry, but you walked up close enough to feel their warmth radiate from their body. Within, what seemed like a memory or a dream, you grabbed their hands. They were freezing. 

You sighed, “Captain, you should’ve brought gloves.” 

Captain?

Your hands moved back as you started to slip off your own gloves, “Here.” Before they could refuse, you put your gloves on their hands. They helped towards the end, seeing you struggle with the pinky that obviously didn’t want to slip on their hand. 

Pleased, you turned around, picked up your bag, and continued forward. You didn’t hear their footsteps follow. 

“Won’t you be cold?” They hadn’t moved, and even though you couldn’t see their face, you felt their gaze burn into your eyes. It was unnerving. 

But you smiled, “I’m fine! Before I was a Soul Reaper I lived in an area that snowed during the winter. It’s nice! Makes me a bit nostalgic–but don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait for summer!” You sauntered forward as they now joined you, swinging your bag back and forth without a care, “Ah~ The Squad Markets will be all warm, and my favorite melon will be in season again!”

“Squad 8 will be hosting a festival too. Kyoraku’s been yapping my ear off about how stressed he is.”

“You poor soul.”

“I know.”

“Oh that’s right!” You had ignored them and rolled up your sleeve, pointing to something on your arm, “Kyoraku hasn’t seen this yet! I can’t wait to see the look on his face!” You laughed along with the person beside you, and for that moment everything felt warm on such a cold day. 

But that was long ago. 

Now, you sat in the cold sand of a desolate desert, tears flowing down your cheeks. 

Who was that person?

Who was this Kyoraku?

You were a Soul Reaper?

The questions wouldn’t stop echoing in your mind, and each time you thought of it a new pain shocked you. Your head hurts. 

Everything did. 

How could you be a Soul Reaper? You were a hollow– one of Lord Aizen's best! 

Out of all of the thoughts though, that one hurt the most. Unlike the others, however, it brought a new pain in your chest. It was wrong. Something was wrong. These… dreams, memories, whatever they were, they were causing something to shift in you. 

You didn’t remember the snow, yet you grew up in it? 

No. You couldn’t have. You– pausing, you looked down at your arm. Didn’t you do something to it? 

If something was there, then maybe this was true?

There couldn’t be though, the last you saw your arm there was nothing there. Nothing. Grabbing your right sleeve, you pulled up the tight fabric until it bunched at your elbow. 

Nothing. 

But– something in your gut turned, and before you noticed you were doing anything, your left hand shifted. Pointing your pointer and middle finger up, you moved them to the left as if you were drawing a line. 

It was like mist being blown by the wind, dissipating into the air. Your arm was uncovered, and now all you could do was stare at the flowers tattooed into your skin. 

Similar to the mist on your arm, the clouds fogging up your mind were beginning to thin. Things were becoming clear. Seeing the flowers only brought more tears down your face, but it wasn’t like before. 

It wasn’t because of the painful headache, nor the burning in your chest. 

It was daunting, the realization coming upon you. You don’t know who triggered this, but you knew three things for sure. 

You weren’t going back into the kingdom. 

You weren’t a hollow. 

You were a Soul Reaper. 

Though your legs trembled, you stood up while wiping your face clean. Glaring up at the kingdom, you sent it one last look before turning the opposite direction. 

You ran. 

You ran until you were out of his shadow. 

Exhaustion rippled through your veins like fire. Broken trees and small hollows were the only signs of life you saw– but even then, the trees were dead and the hollows were dead too. Your breath was visible as the temperature dropped, and soon you noticed how much you slowed down. 

Stumbling, you gasped out as you crashed against the sand. A cough rippled from your lungs, and through your one cracked eye you could see your hand trembling. 

Were you injured?

No. The shock of everything was still fresh. 

But you had to keep moving. 

You couldn’t stop. 

Everything seemed distorted as you started to run once more. Nothing seemed real. Memories continued to pour in now. The dam that was cracked before was shattering. Your teeth chattered as you thought back to the last few years. It was clear now, the life you were living was a facade. 

A facade created by Aizen. 

Betrayal twisted your mouth into a frown as venom seeped against your tongue. Rage. Devastation. Emotions swirled through you like a typhoon, and as everything came back to you, you realized this wasn’t the first time he betrayed you. 

Clouds began to blanket the sky, and the light you followed began to dim. Darkness consumed you. Legs burning, you still ran in the shadows, fueled by the rage coursing through your veins. 

It was as though this darkness seeped into you. It tried to pull you down as you stumbled through the sand. Until a ray of light poked through the clouds and you caught sight of something. 

It brushed against your nose. 

It was… hair?

You’ve seen it before. 

Yet you were pulled away from where you stood, brought into the chasm of your memories until you found yourself in a hospital bed. White blankets covered your legs as you sat up, resting with bandages around your arms. The pain had been numbed, but you still felt a hand land on yours. 

Looking up, you saw the blurry person once more. They weren’t smiling. You didn’t remember what put you in this hospital bed, but that didn’t matter. The person leaned forward, and gently with their fingers they grasped the strand of hair in front of your face. It was colored differently than the rest of your hair.

“I think that it’s empowering– a battle wound! Dontcha’ think?” They said, their smile starting to poke through the gray fog. 

“What do you mean?” You said. 

“You saved us.” Though they smiled, their tone was serious, “Saved me. This is proof of your strength, don’t be ashamed of that.” The person then snickered, “Show it off, it’s cool!”

“Oh please.” You looked away, but a smile crept up on your lips. 

“There’s a smile!” Something pinched your cheeks, and suddenly you were laughing. It bubbled up out of your chest as they pinched your other cheek. 

“Oi! Stop pinching my cheeks! Shinji!”

Your eyes widened as his name fell from your lips. Everything froze, but a light broke through the curtain, and finally the mist lifted from the person next to you. 

His smile shined through. 

How could you ever forget?

Shinji’s hair flowed down his white coat like a golden river, and his brown eyes glowed with a comforting warmth. Even though he had pinched your cheeks, his touch was gentle, and he never weighed too much on your bed. He never hurt you. Instead, he made you smile. He stayed until you were discharged, and helped you back to your barracks. 

He even brought you coffee the next morning. 

Memories sparked like fireworks through the night, bringing you back to the times when you two would sit on his deck and would watch the stars. You would talk all night. 

He would bring up something absurd, and you couldn’t help but think– how did this idiot become my captain? 

But under the same moon he would cut through the battlefield until he reached you, and easily tear through the hollow giving you trouble. He was powerful. 

Yet he would then turn to you and smirk– say something stupid and make you laugh, even though blood coated your zanpakuto. 

He was ridiculous. 

He was your leader. 

Your best friend. 

And the man you–no.

That was decades ago, and you forgot him. 

Just when you thought you stopped the tears, they began to pour down your cheeks as you ran forward once more. Sobs shook your shoulders and tears blurred your vision. Anger brewed in your chest. 

You were angry at yourself. 

Angry at Aizen. 

Angry at the universe. 

How could this happen? How could you ever forget him? 

The moon wasn’t able to answer your question that time. The sand below you gave way, and once more you were suspended in time– back to the ground and face towards the endless night sky. The moon rid herself of the clouds and shined down upon you until the sand blanketed the sky. Dead trees rose up, piercing the sandy sky, trying so desperately to reach the surface you fell from. 

You should be crying. 

Screaming. 

But you laughed instead. Laughed as the air whipped around your face and tears floated above you like rain drops. 

Because within that moment, you remembered. 

You remembered your name. 

With your eyes closed, time took you elsewhere.

The sky was blue. 

You soared high above the ground, falling slowly compared to the hollow beside you. The sun warmed your back. 

With one flip forward, you controlled your speed and rolled safely onto the tiled ground. The hollow fizzled while you sheath your blade, your gaze apathetic while walking back to your station. 

Ahead of you was a large domed building with a boisterous gathering chattering away within it. Along the tiled pathway were patches of green grass that danced against the wind, while you brushed back your hair. Looking up, you noticed someone in your spot. Odd. 

He stood in front of the large door, but he didn’t carry a weapon. Nor was he in the right uniform you wore. Unlike your white robes with red ribbons, he was in black robes. Your eyes widened when you noticed the white coat he adorned on his shoulders. 

He was a Soul Reaper. 

He also seemed frustrated about the wind as he pulled his long brown hair back into a clumsy knot. Some hair fell out, but once his eyes landed on you, he didn’t seem to care anymore. He gave you a smile, but you only raised an eyebrow, resting your arm on the hilt of your sword. 

“You’re quite strong! Thank you… ah, what’s your name?” He scratched his cheek, waiting for your response. 

“I’m just doing my duty a guard. Thank you.”  You responded. You tried to stay professional, but his aloof nature caught you off guard. 

Everyone else at these meetings were rigid and could care less about the guards. 

“No–I mean I know that.” He stopped and coughed, standing up straight with a charming smile, “Here, I should’ve started. Pardon my rudeness. I’m Kyoraku Shunsui, Captain of Squad 8 in the Royal Court Guard Squad. You are?” He held out his hand. 

You blanked. 

You could’ve ignored the odd man. 

But your gut said otherwise. 

You took his hand, and giving him a small smile, you told him your name. 

Time could be cruel. 

How much time has passed since then? You thought. 

How much time has passed since you regained your memories? It had to have been a few months now. Dreams and memories struck you during your sleep, and now you had to wake up with tears crusted on the corners of your eyes and back twisted from the unforgiving rock you slept on. 

The Menos Forest was also cruel. 

Like the dead trees that towered above, Menos Grande walked around and killed anything they spotted. You were no exception. 

But this wasn’t your first time in this hellhole. 

You continued to rush forward towards an unknown destination. Blood trickled down your arm from a fresh cut, and your hands were bruised enough that gripping your Zanpakuto sent shocks of pain down your arms. You clenched your teeth and flashed forward, your ankle screaming in pain. 

Ignore it.

Jumping high above the ground within the dead forest, you saw flying hollows race towards you. It didn’t stop you. Cutting through them, you leapt until you spotted a group of Menos in the distance. They sauntered forward, with no direction in mind either. 

However, one in particular strayed from the pack. 

Your eyes locked onto it and you dashed forward. Keeping your distance, you watched as it moved irregularly. 

Yes. 

This is what you wanted. 

But your vision was hazy, body tired, and spirit exhausted. Food was sparse down here, and water was also hard to come by. You couldn’t help the quiver in your legs or tremble in your stance. 

All you wanted to do was lay down, but laying down won’t get you anywhere. 

You were taught in the Academy that rest was crucial for growth and endurance. How was your body supposed to heal and grow stronger if you didn't give it the time to keep up?

You should’ve listened to your teachers more. 

Your eyes dimmed, and soon you were stumbling against the branch, barely holding onto the trunk. It took all of your strength just to stay upright, since you knew that falling wouldn’t be good in this state. 

Maybe just a second of rest wouldn't hurt?

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Wind whirled around, whistling an eerie tune throughout the forest. 

If you really blocked everything out, you could pretend you were elsewhere. Sitting on a hill during the summer, letting the breeze ruffle your hair. Sipping an iced drink and laughing with your friends. 

Anywhere but here. 

Anywhere. 

But these daydreams weren’t any different than the ones from yesterday. Or the day before that. It was what kept you going when everything was telling you to give up. 

You couldn’t though, you had two reasons why you continued to push forward. The first one was marked on your soul. A promise. You promised them all that day– that horrible day– that you would find your way back to them. 

However, the second one kept your body moving when it seemed impossible. It burns through your veins like adrenaline, and sharpens your mind even when you haven't slept. 

It was the instinct to survive. 

And it was instinct that led you to this moment.

When you opened your eyes, you noticed a bright light in the distance. An odd, warm air blew against you from that direction. Your heart stopped.

Forgetting all of the pain and exhaustion in your body, you flashed forward, eyes landing on the sight you've dreamt of for months–hell, years now!

A large garganta split through the forest. 

A way out. 

However, you saw the Menos from before as it took a step back, seemingly retreating. 

No. 

Shooting forward you brought your zanpakuto out for one powerful slash that cut the menos in half, and you shot through the gap, towards the light. 

The darkness. The cold. It was torn from your body as if you fell into a warm bubble. Your eyes still closed, you felt yourself fall to the ground and land on something soft. 

Though the light blinded your eyes, you cracked them open to see your hands and knees against the grass. It was warm. 

Everything was. 

You noticed tears dropping onto your hand, slowly wetting the grass like morning dew. 

With the warmth of the sun on your back, the realization finally hit you. 

You were out of Hueco Mundo. 

Your face broke into a smile as your neck craned up to look at the sky. Everything was blurry and too bright, almost like a dream. 

But it was real. 

It had to be!

Greenery surrounded you. A forest. Or was it a park? You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in one. However, a distant voice caught your failing attention. Though your eyes began to droop as the exhaustion kicked in, your gaze fell on a small group of people. 

Only one caught your eye. 

He had bright orange hair that reminded you of the sun. 

The sun… Oh it felt wonderful on your skin. Your body trembled, and it felt as though you were still falling even though you remained fallen on the ground. Black dots clouded your vision. 

Your heart began to race. 

You couldn’t pass out here. 

You fought so hard to get here! You had to move. Summoning all of the strength in your body, you tried to move. Tried to twitch a finger, but all you could do was breathe. You really couldn’t do anything. 

All you could do was picture his face. 

Hirako Shinji. Your friend. Captain. Best Friend. And…

He was everything to you. 

So as your vision finally succumbed to the darkness, all you saw was his smile. The smile that you had to find again.

Author's note: I hope y'all enjoyed the start of my fic! Lots of familiar characters will appear next chapter, and the fluff truly begins! Shinji will be in it A LOT more too, just had to get everything introduced this chapter

[crazypsychonerdstuff]

Hi Nero and/or Scorpio! May I ask for either of your thoughts on some of the slightly more unpopular bleach characters (nnoitra, muramasa, akon, kenpachi and shinji) and cuddling please?

Ok, I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-🎃

Akon:

He LOVES cuddles. But getting the time to enjoy them with you is a rare thing indeed. More often than not, the only time the two of you get to spend enough time together, for cuddles to be a thing, is when the two of you have finished working for the day... and being a high-ranking member of squad 12, that doesn't happen as often, or for as long, as either of you would like. When you do get the chance to cuddle, it's more than likely that he is asleep almost as soon as his head touches the pillow. That said, though, he always ensures that the two of you are snuggled close to each other and comfortable first.

Kenpachi:

Surprisingly, this big brute gives the best cuddles. He is always warm, and even though he may not show it often, he knows how to be gentle. And when the two of you are alone, he is nothing but gentle; he'll wrap his arms around you carefully but tight enough so you feel safe and protected. He loves to have you lay on him while the two of you sleep, whether that be just resting your head on his chest or lying completely on top of him, it brings him comfort and helps him to relax after a long day. Usually, he will absentmindedly run his fingertips over your shoulder or back as the two of you drift off to sleep, something that he finds just as soothing as you do.

Muramasa:

Especially at the start, he's mistrusting when you want to cuddle with him. Why would you want to? What is your goal here? He has trust issues, unsurprisingly, so it will take a lot of patience on your part before he's willing to let you near him in that sense. When he does, you both quickly realise just how touch starved he is: he will all but melt into your arms, snuggling as close as is physically possible and refuses to let go of you. He loves it when you rub his back during cuddles and will return the favour by idly tracing imaginary patterns over your own with his long nails.

Nnoitra:

Cuddles are something that you will have to initiate. Initially, he will act like he hates it and will likely laugh and mock you for even suggesting it... but eventually, he will cave and allow you to hold onto him, just so long as you don't get in his way. He will still claim that it is a major inconvenience, however, and complain nonstop about it... until he's asleep, that is. Then his arms will subconsciously snake their way around you and pull you closer to his chest, his chin resting on top of your head.

Shinji:

There is no way that cuddles between the two of you won't result in a tangled mess of limbs. He is somewhat clingy and loves to be close to you. He doesn't mind being the big or little spoon, though when he is the one holding you, he feels like he can protect you more easily. He loves to lay by your side, his arms around your waist and his legs tangled with your own. He will nuzzle and kiss your neck in his sleep, so be warned!

[zabimarushoney67]

💟 any fluff Hirako Shinji headcanons please?

Oooo fun, fun 😇 I get a 2nd shot at headcanons! I simp for Shinji so hard✨👀 Here’s a whole bunch of sweet, loving, fluffy headcanons for boyfriend Shinji💖🙏🏼

✨Boyfriend Hirako✨

Fluff💟SS👀overall-SFW✅

Mentions: one boob grab, butt patting/squeezing, mostly fluff, humorous content, simp Shinji, simp reader, healthy relationship opinion

Shinji Hirako, what a clumsy situation of a man he is, and it's been that way from the very beginning. You never saw yourself ACTUALLY falling in love with this weirdo, because that's what he is. He's a weirdo and very proud of it.

In fact, when you first met as visored, you could barely stand the guy and his out-of-pocket, goofy character. You questioned why HE was the leader of the group, since you recalled seeing him fuck around most of the time.

Shinji is naturally very nonchalant and carefree, he lives for new experiences to remember, and so he can add to his arsenal of puns and wise-ass comments. He is beautiful chaotic humor, wrapped neatly in jazz music, underhanded pranks, tacky ties, and satin button-up shirts.

His style and the way he dressed was the first thing that caught your eye about him. Shinji is very fashionable and loves to look good, and smell good. Seeing him all put together and confident, made flirting with him irresistible.

Just because you gained the title of ‘girlfriend’, didn't mark you safe by any means. Shinji loves pushing your buttons, and once you had made it official, the teasing had just gotten worse in remarks to you, all out of love, of course.

Astonishingly enough, Shinji acting like a wise ass only strengthened your bond with him and brought you two closer together in love.

Especially once you finally picked up on his humor, and started throwing it back at his face. You became just as ruthless as him. Slowly becoming 100% his mini-me. Maybe even more chaotic than him sometimes. Two menaces against the world vibe.

Whenever anyone sees you guys together, it's just you two laughing your asses off. Like red in the face, can't breathe, knee-slapping laughter. It is untold how many inside jokes, asinine memes, and sarcastic comments you two have of one another.

Physical Touch is his love language type.

Shinji adores the time he gets to spend being up under you. After a long day of work, he loves to come home and discover you in bed.

He secretly hopes to find you there, just so he can crawl into it with you. Shinji loves being babied, cuddled, and held under your arms. He’ll have one hand squeezing a boob, and his face will be buried in your chest, kissing your skin and nuzzling softly into you.

You ARE his safe space, he trusts you. If a home was a person, that would be you for him. He tries his best to be the same for you too. Shinji is an incredibly supportive partner, accountable, and willing to learn about you so he can love you better.

Shinji loves you so much, he may not say so often, but he most definitely shows it in all the little things he does for you and the way he openly craves your attention. Not a day goes by when you won't be reminded that you are loved, appreciated, needed, and wanted.

As much as he loves being touched by you... Oh boy, does he lovveee getting his hands on you, and giving you his undivided attention.

Every morning, and every night you can find yourself in these two places:

Either you’re tightly wrapped up in his arms, in the little spoon position with his face in your neck kissing you, and nibbling your skin.

Or you're facing him with your head resting on his chest. His fingers will play and lightly detangle your hair in this position. Leaving small kisses on your forehead.

Before waking up for the day, and before going to bed, Shinji loves to spend time with just you. Making you his whole world for just a moment. Holding you, caressing your skin, kissing you all over, with soft bedroom chat. He would spend all day in bed with you, if he could.

Shinji has a knack for feeding you, be it grapes or your favorite candy. If he’s eating it with you he’s gonna hand feed you one and kiss you after.

During his busy days, if he gets a chance to see you, your conversations will always start with a sweet kiss, he’ll give you genuine eye contact, and hold your hand when you talk. He’ll softly kiss your knuckles, and tell you how beautiful you look.

It’s when parting ways, that he likes to leave a lasting impression, to say the least.

Shinji loves to pull you in a lazy hug, his hands roaming of their own volition. Usually, he’ll rest them on your waist or butt, squeezing you or pushing you against him while his kisses are teasing and feather soft.

Once he knows you're all worked up he’ll abruptly stop, leaving you with a kiss on the nose and a pat on the butt, grinning his usual cheeky smile down at you.

He can't help but laugh out loud, at the reddened and frustrated expression on your face. If he finds an opening to tease you he will. “Cause, I can darlin,” and “You love it. Heh.. you can't fool me,”

And lowkey you do love it, it just means you can get back at him and make him regret his decisions later!

✨Shinji overall is your biggest stan. A simp for you. He makes sure you're well taken care of in all aspects, worshipping the ground you walk on. You're his best friend, someone he can trust, and he couldn't be more thankful to you for putting up with his incredulous insanity.✨

End✨

[aarcanechaoss]

Bleach Fic Angst Question

So I started writing Hearts and Souls (working fic name but it’s kinda cute so might keep it) and my brain went you know what’s fucking MEAN

Dangling an angsty love story in front of you all

Also because I can’t have everyone be happy because someone would get annoyed that there’s all rainbows and sunshine occurring.

Not that my other two OC’s don’t have their own angst either - you’ll meet them when I reach them in the fic

Now Hikari is Shinji’s love interest yes but like he’s been in the human world for 100 years and she at the time of her “death” was under the impression he was dead.

She would have died let’s say 2-4 years after the incident and while I have noted that Kaoru graduated / Joined Squad 11 at the same time as Ikkaku and Yumichika it would be a great motivator for her to get stronger and would give her the two blades I’d planned originally before making Hikari without fucking with the only Shunsui and Jushiro have dual blades lore.

So now Kaoru represents Hel (Norse myth with the snake and the wolf blades) instead of each Akiyama sibling representing it (Kaoru- Wolf, Hikari- Snake & Shouta - Darkness)

Reincarnated: I could see Shinji coming across her in Karakura Town and angstily thinking she’s in a Gigai getting all excited to see someone he knows and boom she’s all

“Sorry I don’t believe we’ve met - but I’m sure you’re tired of running through my mind.” (She’s a flirt for Shinji sue me)

Suspended Animation: Aizen and his plans and thinks he grabbed the stronger twin to steal her powers and shit and later needs Orihime to keep her alive. She’d of course be saved- maybe during the same arc where they’ve gone to save Orihime and see her and bring her back when they can. When she wakes up she’d be all.

“Sorry for taking the world’s longest nap.” And an extra spicy “Hebinoha no longer belongs to be Kaoru, he’s yours.”

Completely Deceased: Hikari and Shinji’s love story would have to be before the incident and her death (obviously) and would be written in flashbacks and Kaoru would 100% be the one to tell him when she finds out he was alive the whole time

Would again serve as motivation for Kaoru to get stronger though

[seneon]

can I get something for Shinji, Ichigo, or Aizen???

about. how they seek comfort from you ( headcanons ) featuring. shinji hirako, ichigo kurosaki, aizen sosuke.

notes. why say or when yk im going to write for all...

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CAPTAIN! SHINJI HIRAKO

shinji wants you to play with his long hair. on nights where he feels too overwhelmed or stressed, he will gently knock on your door and ask that you simply play with his hair. he loves it when you do anything with his hair. whether it be brushing through his long and luscious blonde hair, give his scalp a soft and gentle message, or braiding it. whatever is fine with him, as long as your fingers weaves their way into his hair. it has him almost purring like a cat at your touch, always relaxing when you'd work your magic on him.

“hmm just like that, sweetcheeks... you really know how to brush my stress away don't you? you're so perfect, darlin'.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ICHIGO KUROSAKI

you're straddling his lap, arms wrapped around him. and no, not in a sexual way. ichigo has your smaller form embraced. his face in buried in your shoulders, his own arms holding you close as if he doesn't want you to break out of his hold and leave him. your hands are gently rubbing circles on his back, sometimes moving to trace out little drawings. it was completely silent, but neither of you cared because this silence is a comfortable one, it's warm and it gives you both extreme solace. ichigo inhales your scent every now and then, moving to place chaste kisses onto your shoulders.

“you smell so good it's like a drug that's picking out all the bad stuff in my shitty day. just keep staying still, please.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SOSUKE AIZEN

aizen talks to you. his voice soft and gentle like the candlelight gently swaying back and forth beside him. he's frustrated, so angry, but his voice never hints a single anger towards you. he tells you about his day while his fingers plays with your own fingers, massaging them and tracing down every single finger one by one. you can see his frown that surfaced as he speaks about a certain subject, and you'll squeeze his fingers to reassure him. he seeks comfort in you just listening to him, lending an ear to him. hell, even being here with him is enough to comfort him.

“you are the sweetest... listening to every one of my rambles. my love, just what in the world would i do without you?"

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