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When journalists ask Harry how is Tom in the privacy of their home, how someone as sweet as him can match with someone as cold and hard as Tom, Harry usually doesn't answer and go on with his life. But the few times he actually answers, he tells them Tom is all soft and lovey and warm. And nobody believe him.

Harry doesn't care if they don't believe him because he knows it's the truth. He has no doubt about it as he sits in the middle of the stairs in their new house. Tom talks about things Harry doesn't care about but he still listens because he loves him, his voice, his passionate tone and his soft smile when he looks at his mate. They just came back from a gala and they have to get ready to go to bed, even if the first sunrays of the day pour down the stairs and warm their shoulders. But Harry is stuck there, listening to Tom and he feels warm and loved. So he stays, even if he is tired.

I really like this drawing, even though there is some problem of proportion, mainly on Tom. I noticed them a bit late so I kind of carried on with it since I was almost finished by the time... I still like a lot the atmosphere, how Tom looks at Harry, how they look cosy and intimate. So I thought to share. Hope you like it !

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!”

Rangiku’s yell startles you.

“Why didn’t you say anything (Y/N)-chan!”

She grabs you and you’re immediately pulled into a hug. Toshiro shows disinterest as he watches you currently getting somewhat suffocated in Rangiku’s unnatural bust.

“Matsumoto, if you don’t release her she may not make it.” She lets go immediately and you back up.

“S-Stop doing that!!"

“Sorry.”

She says with a little laugh.

“What are you even going on about?” You grumble.

She’s wearing a smirk.

“Don’t be so modest, everyone knows that you and Kuchiki-taicho have a little thing going on.”

“W-What!!”

How did they find out?!

“Who told you that?”

“Ichigo did.”

You sweatdrop.

“It’s obvious he’s trying to get revenge.”

The last couple times his encounters with Byakuya haven’t exactly been great.

“What a hassle.” You mutter.

“Your babies will be so cute!!” Your blush darkens, and Toshiro snaps his pen.

“Quit your gossiping and get your paperwork done Matsumoto!!”

~

After Toshiro’s little outburst, you didn’t stick around very long. Walking through the barracks, you feel a bit annoyed. You only pause at the presence you feel.

“Are you going to keep hiding?”

You place your hand on the hilt of the sword, and you turn at the many bodies that appear.

“We’d like you to follow us (Y/N)-san.”

You recognize them immediately. They worked for the Kuchiki clan. The dark suits are a dead give away.

“I have no intention of being brought into idle talk with nobles. I have no business with you.”

Byakuya had warned you about this. Members of the Kuchiki clan didn’t take well to outsiders. Everyone knew of the way they’d shun his late wife Hisana.

“You seem to think it’s a request, quite bold of you.” Someone else steps out. The robes, dark hair and those eyes. They bear a remarkable resemblance to Byakuya. He exudes superiority, or possible arrogance.

“Surely you know who I am.”

“Of course.” You kneel.

“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Jun Kuchiki.”

He smirks.

“So you do have manners, I’m impressed. Byakuya may not know how to choose valuable partners, but at least he trains them. “ You stand, not reacting at all to his statement.

“May I ask what brings you all the way out here, Kuchiki-sama. Surely someone of your esteemed status has better things to do than wander around the squad barracks.”

“Sever your ties with Byakuya.”

It’s said so coldly.

“He’s already tarnished his image once. At this point I merely feel sorry for him. It’s clear that he’s seeking a replacement for that tramp Hisana.” You clench your fist, but stand firm.

“It is disrespectful to speak ill of the dead. Please watch the manner in which you speak.”

“Who are you to give me orders, you are no more than a rat from the streets of the Rukon District. You should be honored that we’re even standing in the same space right now."

His entire demeanor pisses you off. You want nothing more than to slam his face into a wall.

“Hisana Kuchiki may not have been of noble blood, but she was the wife of Byakuya Kuchiki, you will address her with the same respect as any other noble. If not..” You draw your sword slowly, and you can see the surprise in his eyes.

“Then I will ensure that you are unable to utter another word from those venomous lips."

The slight rise in reiatsu makes them all stumble slightly.

“Y-You dare threaten a noble!!!” He looks enraged.

You drop your sword at your side, and when you disappear, he flinches. Your body reappears directly behind him, not even his little foot soldiers have a chance to react. You raise your hand, and blood splatters onto the floor. Jun stares in utter shock at the hollow above. Its teeth have sunk right into your forearm. He falls back unto his butt, terrified.

“I apologize, I should have picked up on it sooner. Nobles such as yourself give off a more significant spiritual pressure. You should be careful venturing out so recklessly Kuchiki-sama.”

Your tone is mocking, and he clenches his teeth.

“Why are you idiots standing around!!”

It’s clear they hadn’t anticipated the threat.

You open your palm.

“Bakudo 63, Sajo Sabaku.”

The yellow brightened rope lengthens as it wraps around the hollows form. It drops to the floor with a yell, and you just whip the blood off your arm. Taking slow steps, you pick up your sword, walking over to the hollow in a relaxed manner. It’s still fighting against the hold, and Jun’s eyes are shaking.

“I’d like to inform you that I admired Hisana. She may not have been strong physically, but she loved wholeheartedly till the very end. “ You lift your sword above the hollow’s head.

“However, I have no intention of trying to be reasonable with people I view as enemies. Anyone who thinks they can challenge my integrity with foolish words will be cut down.”

You bring the blade down, cutting it straight through its mask easily. The body fades in a matter of seconds, and Jun is being picked up off the floor by his workers.

You spare him a glance.

“Tread lightly.”

A chill runs through his body, and his jaw is clenched tightly. He yells at the men to take him back, and they all move frantically to get out of there. When their bodies disappear, you look down at your bruised arm. Your eyes only move when you hear the flapping of a coat. Someone lands in front of you.

“Taicho..”

“I felt your reiatsu spike, are you alright?” His eyes immediately track your bloodied hand.

“Just a hollow, I was reckless.”

It’s possible that he knows who was just here. There’s no way he would have missed the reiatsu of another noble, especially one from his clan. He doesn’t say anything though, so you assume he doesn’t want to pry. You sheath your sword.

“I’ll head to the fourth squad immediately sir.”

“I will join you.”

For a moment you just look at him.

“Even after all he’s faced, how does he continue to have such faith in love?”

You’ve never truly been in love, so you can’t imagine what he’s gone through. But somehow your respect for him has grown that much more. He knew the moment he decided to pursue you that it would not go over with his family very well. But he still decided to go after it, because apparently he was better at following his heart, regardless of what others had to say about it.

“Hisana-sama, I’ll do my best to become someone worthy of this love.”

Sometimes i scare myself, myself. I no longer trust because i no longer trust.