[At the barracks — Unohana had called Y/N personally, which already makes him nervous yet makes her hearth race]
M!Reader : C-Captain Unohana, you called me personally?
[Unohana greets Y/N with her ever gentle smile, hands behind her back]
Unohana : I have something for you... A gift, if you will...
[Y/N immediately stepped closer towards her–She pulled out A folded card, her eyes intently staring directly into his eyes–Y/N noticed and starts blushing]
[Unohana hands him the card–Y/N of course takes it gently]
M!Reader : Oh... Wow... This is... For me? it-I Uhh... Thank you, captain...
M!Reader : I must say I'm... A bit surprised–Didn’t take you for the handwritten love note type
[Unohana still smiling calmly at Y/N]
Unohana : Only for someone special, Go on, open it...
[Y/N open the card, smiling gently as the blush on his face deepens]
M!Reader : This is really sw—….
[The letter saying : "I think about you even in the middle of battle, Your name slips into my thoughts—right between the urge to kill and the longing to kiss".... With a splash of blood on the paper—
[Y/N's mouth agape, staring at the card and then stares at unohana who still has that sweet and calm smile with her eyes closed]
M!Reader : …Is… is this real blood
Unohana : Only a little. It’s symbolic, You stir feelings in me I once thought long buried ^v^
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You couldn't push away the unease even after he is captured. Even as they take him away, thin lines of exhaustion weighing his face and his shoulders sagging, you still didn't believe he was done.
Aizen was a man that won even in defeat.
Who could tell if his own capture wasn't a part of something bigger. Who was to know you wouldn't find him grinning like the chesire cat as he was taken away.
"Nothing would be the same again." He had told you, sent away to be locked up for all eternity.
You had always thought he meant it with bitterness. Despite the honeysuckle smile on his face when he had said it, you always thought he had said it because he was angry. He had to be. He had just lost, everything he built was finally, finally crumbling, he had to be angry.
You should have known Aizen never let his feelings surface, not even when he had lost everything. There was no bitterness on his face, his tone as gentle and lovely as it aways was when he spoke to you.
Even after all of this, you had no idea what he was to you or what you were to him. What would you even name a relation like that?
Too wicked to be called a lover and too kind to be called a master.
He had kept you like you were his most precious doll. Given you the finest things, whispered you the sweetest words and buried his face between your legs for your pleasure. There were times you detested him and yet craved what he so willingly offered.
To have him was holding incomparable power in the palms of your hands. Maybe he picked you because he knew your ambition. Maybe he grew more and more obsessed because he sensed your own hunger for power.
Maybe he knew only he could appeal to the shadows on your soul. Shadows he knows you'll willingly cling to. No matter how noble you pretended to be, no matter if you loved him or not. Maybe all he did was giving a sleeping tiger the taste of blood.
You know what he meant now, as you slowly went back to your life in the soul society. They were never the words of a man that had admitted defeat. After him, everyone who loved you afterwards would pale in comparison. No one would ever come close to his madness, in action, in love or in obsession. Somewhere you'll crave for it silently. You'll go mad seeking that thirst, maybe becoming something even Aizen could not foresee.
Aizen always had one final trick up his sleeve.
And if no one would burn the world for you, you'd be tempted to ignite it yourself. After all, you had seen the throne Aizen sat on, felt its power, and now it was once again empty.
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guys :((( do is start a yan!aizen x morally grey! reader series???? it'll be v dark and v smutty cuz i feel my aizen phase coming backkkk
[Y/N's face instantly turns red as Rangiku leans over him, her chest pressing right against his face]
M!Reader : Mmph—!! R-Rangiku...! H-Hold on–!!
[Rangiku starts blinking and tilting her head in confusion]
Rangiku : Huuh? What's wrong? Are you okay, sweetie?
[She casually shifts, unintentionally pressing even closer making Y/N's voice starts trembling even further]
M!Reader blushing : T-Too close!! Way too close!
[Rangiku still clueless, resting a hand on Y/N's shoulder to steady herself]
Rangiku : Oh, relax~ I'm just getting comfortable!
[She smiles, STILL completely unaware of the crisis she's causing, Y/N's face basically steaming, his hands trembling as he tries to find a safe place to put them]
M!Reader blushing : Comfortable?! D-Do you even realise what you're doing!?
[Rangiku thinks for a moment... Rangiku blinks again, then giggles]
Rangiku : OOhhhh, I get it now...
[Y/N finally gets to sigh in relief–]
M!Reader blushing : F-Finally–
[Rangiku starts grinning mischievously]
Rangiku : You're just weak to pretty women! Aww, baby! That's so sweet!
[Y/N in an instant starts choking on his own embarassment]
M!Reader blushing : WHA—THAT'S NOT–! HOW DID YOU EVEN–JUST MOVE!
[Rangiku laughs, finally leaning back but starts Patting Y/N's hair softly]
Rangiku : Aww! You're so adorable when you're Flustering!
[....Still absolutely unaware of how much she just affected him]
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Summary: My, it seems like you waver the thoughts of even the most stoic men 🎀 🐰. Just some fluff and humor.
Warnings: Byakuya is a smitten tsundere and the reader is a clumsy idiot.
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God you hated this room.
Which was a little ungrateful to say when Isane had so graciously give you your own quarters. It was much relief that you didn’t have to share the space with other shinigami screaming with pain t as someone shoved medicine down their throats.
But even with your own room you couldn't help but scrunch your nose in distaste. Because everywhere in the 4th division smelled exactly the same.
Like blood and bitter herbs.
By this time you should have gotten used to it. After all, you had long crossed the line that demarcated being clumsy, from being just plain unfortunate. Over your years as a lieutenant you had found yourself in the 4th division so much, that your own 3rd seat thought you had real thoughts of transferring.
Most of the time it wasn't your fault, like the one time you accidentally fell into one of Mayuri's experiments, or when one of Mayuri's experiments 'accidentally' fell on you. Or when you got commander Yamamoto an old-age home pamphlet (obviously captain Kyoraku thought it was a great idea).
So this time when you got sprayed with deadly poison, you begged Isane to just give you an ointment for the rash and let you go back to the 1st division. But obviously, she just brought you back here.
Looking at the blisters up your thighs, Captain Unohana had agreed it was better to keep you under supervision for the night.
You sighed, being this accident-prone, meant division 4 was your second home. Not one you liked all that much, but home nonetheless.
To brighten your mood, Isane had really tried her best. Even now as she had tucked you in the futon tightly with fresh sheets. She had even put a vase of bellflowers beside your bed. Although with you in a white shroud and the flowers, the arrangement looked a little like a funeral offering.
You groaned out in defeat, staring up at the wooden ceiling, the bitter aftertaste of the medicine curling in your mouth. If only this division smelled nicer, you thought, like freshly baked bread, or rain.... or fallen cherry blossoms.
You blushed with the sudden thought. Embarrassed at how easily you thought of him. It was like your mind had decided to torment you even more. Just the thought of the gorgeous man making your cheeks burn and toes curl. It was anything but appropriate to think of your superior that way, but thinking about his beauty was the only relief in such a sickly environment. You couldn't help let your mind wander.
You were always surprised by how mundane the afterlife was. There was nothing peaceful or magical about it, they still had violence and war and school. Even the Shinigami, the literal gods of death were not at all like the ones you had read about in literature on earth. Everyone here was very human. Everyone but him.
Captain Byakuya embodied everything haunting about death. The kind of Shinigami that seemed to have rolled off the canvas of an ink painting. He carried that kind of grace everywhere, from the smallest of his gestures to right into battle. A kind of refinement honed into nobility. You had always admired him as a character from a painting, gliding across a scroll, beautiful yet far removed from your own reality. Unyielding and unreachable, a god of death in every sense.
The first time you had seen him was when you were still in the soul academy. You were so star-struck at his elegance that you had sworn to yourself that you would become a soul reaper like him. Obviously, that was not how things turned out.
If anything, you were the absolute opposite of him. Without a shred of grace, the only time he had even looked at you was when you were having one of your clumsy streaks. Quick glances of exasperation as you tripped over yourself, either dousing Soi-fon in squid ink or bumping into an unsuspecting Toshiro.
Sometimes you wished that's all there was to your relationship. But all your reports had to be made directly to either Captain Byakuya or Renji himself. So you ended up working close to him most of the time. Somehow finding yourself in embarrassing situations with the captain even more than you found yourself in division 4.
The worst was when you were helping Renji find some damn artifact. You had tried to reach for something across your desk just as the captain looked for a scroll on the wall behind you. Your hip brushed against what you really hoped was his thigh and he had jerked backward so fast, that he crashed into the bookshelf behind him burying both of you under a debris of books.
All you did was apologize profusely and run away at full speed. Leaving a very confused Renji and a completely flustered captain behind.
You cringed at the memory. What was the point of your stupid heart racing around him? He probably just thought of you as a klutz that brought ill luck everywhere.
Especially after today. You thought bitterly.
Just the thought of how the poison had gotten on you in the first place made you want to cry. You closed your eyes just as there was a knock on the door.
"Get in Isane." you grumbled out, sure that it was her appearing for another check-up. You heard the sliding door open and cautious footsteps come in.
“Just how much trouble do you think he’ll have to go through to get another vial of poison from Mayuri?” You asked her, eyes still lidded.
“I don’t even want to think about the costs of it all” You sighed out before she could answer. “Stupid Renji couldn’t have picked someplace else to practice.”
This time you were practicing with Renji. Neither of you had expected Captain Byakuya to be around at the same time. Of course, Renji horribly misfired his Kido spell, which you should have easily dodged. But it sent you crashing into a very surprised Captain Kuchiki. If only that was the end of it, but you two tumbled head-first into a koi fish pond. The fall cracking Mayuri’s vial of poison that Byakuya was supposed to be sending back to the lab.
Not only had you completely embarrassed yourself, and given all the koi fish PTSD, your clumsiness had also destroyed a potentially irreplaceable object that Byakuya was responsible for. He was sure top bear the brunt for damaging it, and to ask Mayuri for a favor? Drinking the poison straight would have been less dangerous.
How could you even meet his gaze after something like that?
Isane seemed uncharacteristically quiet. But her silence only made you ramble even more. “After all, he’s so dignified and patient. He must already find me insufferable, and after what happened today.” Your voice trailed off as you groaned into your pillow.
“After this he must hate me.” You lamented.
Isane coughed awkwardly instead of responding. You finally peeked an eye open, ready to start talking again, only to jerk awake on realizing who it was.
"C-captain!" You exclaimed.
Sure enough, the captain of the 6th division stood before you. Eyebrows already knit together in annoyance. You tried to sit up awkwardly, Fucking Isane couldn't even give you a heads up?
He was so tall that he had to lower his head to avoid hitting the doorframe. His dark eyes as unreadable as ever, a hand pressed into the hilt of senbonzakura.
"I see you are well" He stated flatly. From the tone of his voice, you couldn’t tell if he was expressing concern or sarcasm. But your heart still leaped at his voice.
“y-yes.” You replied, eyes already wandering away from his frame. Why couldn’t it be drunk kyoraku who had come to check up on you instead.
"You didn't have to come all the way here Captain." You added sheepishly, it felt like a parent had come to chastise their troublesome child.
You watched his expression grow more confused at your words, "Of course I had to." he said before he could catch himself.
The hopeful look on your face made the room spin around him. It was a little pathetic how easily you had that effect on him. And what was worse was that you didn’t even have the slightest idea that you did that to him. Byakuya tried to find his footing again.
"As the captain and the head of the Kuchiki clan it's only appropriate that I check up on you," he replied bluntly. He felt his insides squeeze at the way your face fell slightly.
Your 'oh' was sad, it made him want to slap himself for not wording it better.
"Ofcourse." You said, "A form of propriety." Shrugging off the possibility that it was anything else at all.
There was a moment of silence as Byakuya fought to keep a straight face.
"It's... Not just for propriety." Byakuya admitted. "I felt... responsible." He tried again. "Concerned even, for your... Condition."
You tried to calm your thrashing heart. If you’re any louder, he’s going to hear it. Not knowing how to react to his words exactly.
Byakuya broke the silence again.
“Hold out your arm.” He said stoically
You straightened up like a soldier given a command. Byakuya cringed at himself internally, what could he have said to sound kinder? He thought to himself.
“May I Please see your arm?”
“If I may-“
“Can you please move your arm?”
“Please marry me”
He sat down beside you, annoyed at himself. The truth was he felt more than just responsible for you.
You had just been there sparring with Renji, body moving with languid grace as you dodged his kido spell. And He couldn’t help but stop and stare. Too dazed at how your lips set in the smallest pout as you called his lieutenant names. To say the least, he was VERY distracted. Despite knowing how urgent the matter with Mayuri was, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had become too lost in your playful sparing. So much so that he lost his own balance as you suddenly crashed into him. The next thing he felt was the cold of the water and your frame pressed up against him.
The bottle he was carrying cracked under the pressure of your bodies. With a morbid hiss, the deadly contents spilled out, dousing you.
And Gods, the smell, of flesh burning. Although you said you were fine, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until-
His dark eyes pinned on the long sleeve of your white kimono. Well, until he saw for himself.
Byakuya had felt his stomach drop as your face had contorted with pain. In that moment he had expected the worst, knowing that he would never be able to forgive himself if this actually hurt you.
His gaze was anything but stern. You would even contest that it was actually worry that reflected in the captain's eyes. But you didn’t realize how bright red his ears burned as he did sit down beside you.
You peeled your eyes away from his fingers as he lifted the sleeve of the white dress Isane had given you, his long fingers circling your arm. His actions were cautious as if expecting a scarred mass of skin, but the more of your arm he revealed, the more relieved he was that he hadn't marred your arms.
You knew the poison wouldn't really affect you, the healing ability of your zanpakuto would take care of that easily. But you realised he still wanted to make sure.
The touch was uncharacteristically gentle.
You couldn't help but blush. Once satisfied his fingers reached to inspect your bicep. The poison had splashed into the right side of your body, across your limbs. The sleeve of your black kimono had sizzled as the cloth burned from the toxin. Just remembering the incident made him feel bitter.
For you to think he even had it in him to hate you. All he really wanted to do was cradle you to division 4 himself. To have you cave into his touch instead of flinching away like you had made a mistake. In that moment Byakuya just felt tired. So tired and sick of the misunderstood, unbending man they had honed him into. Tired of the falsehood of it all. Because he would give anything for you to not be so formal with him.
As his thoughts raged on, his fingers lingered on your skin a little longer than he wanted them to.
You couldn't help but hold your breath, the moment was so vulnerable, so delicate that you felt as though the slightest movement would shatter it. The entirety of it you couldn’t understand either, but you wanted to hold this moment for as long as you could.
Suddenly the innocent touch seemed to burn into your skin. All of a sudden you were very aware of where you two were, how close he was to you. Your breath shallowed as his thumb rang along a fading battle scar. The captain retreated his fingers at once, noticing how easily your reatsu fluctuated.
The ghost of his touch lingered on your skin. He gave out an awkward cough, snapping you out of your trance.
"Captain, exactly how much trouble will I get in for this?" You asked finally, dreading his answer already. If the punishment was re-arranging scrolls in the 5th division again, you would much rather challenge Kenpachi to a duel, for some God damn reason, Captain Aizen made your blood run cold.
“Lieutenant,” he stopped you, “Why would you still think I was here to reprimand you?”
Your face fell, the bitterness of the room catching up to you again, "Because I was the one who messed up for everyone."
Byakuya couldn’t help but frown, "And what makes you think that?"
You looked at him like it was obvious, "just today!” you exclaimed, “ I completely ruined the practice area, everyone had to be evacuated and the fall made you lose one of your hairpins in the pond-“ you shook your head, “I’m just bad luck to be around.”
“Y/n” he cut you off, shaking his head.
Your heart skipped a beat. You had never heard him call you by your first name.
“I wish you weren’t this hard on yourself.” He said,
“You are…” He started.
His heart ached to think how little you thought of yourself. If only he could tell you how much light and life you bring to him. If only he knew how to actually show you how much you affect him- If his words would be any consolation to you, he didn’t care about the propriety he had to uphold. Just say it.
“You are a good soul reaper.” He said failing miserably.
Byakuya averted his eyes, you are a hopeless Idiot. He thought to himself.
In the moments that followed his words, you were almost stunned. Letting the weight of what he has actually said settle in your mind. Getting almost teary-eyed from just the relief that you hadn’t actually disappointed the captain you respected so much.
“So you aren’t angry with me?” You asked weakly, shifting so that you could sit hugging your knees.
Byakuya sighed, a feverish blush covering his face, “I’m not.” He told you. “Y/n- I-, about what you said earlier.” He continued.
After this he must hate me.
“I need you to know that I could never-
"Y/N!~" Isane's chirpy voice called out suddenly.
You jumped.
Your leg jerked up with you and before you could stop it, your knee hit Byakuya square in the face.
"Oh my god!" you screamed as he clamped his fingers on his nose. Groaning in pain as he shuffled backward.
"Captain, I-I'm SO SORRY" you wailed out, scurrying over to inspect the damage. But the man just held up a hand, almost flinching away from you. He threw his head back, blinking furiously through the pain.
Great now you have blinded him.
Isane ran inside, wincing he pulled his fingers from his face, allowing her to inspect. A stream of blood ran down his face.
"Clearly you're back to your usual strength," he spoke through the pain. “I shall take your leave then.” He said. The two of you watched as he hurried outside and you groaned out loudly into your pillow.
"There there-" Isane said patting your back, "It could have been worse."
Oh yes, you wanted to tell her, every time you think you are done embarrassing yourself in front of him, you somehow outdo yourself.
