Mistletoe Oh No!
It's another holiday/seasonally appropriate fluff fic!
You can find it on my AO3 here!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76541326
Story posted below:
Characters: Kenpachi Zaraki; Zukichi Byakuya; GN! Reader
Fluff, You used for reader
Under the Mistletoe (holly) – Bleach – Kenpachi
It was a stupid idea. One born of too much sake and time in the living world unsupervised during one of their many holidays. Which is how you ended up here, laying on the floor of the 11th division, staring up at what the humans called mistletoe, attached to one of the door ways.
Specifically, the doorway that your captain often came through – forgetting the fact that other people came through it too, often the vice-captain or his third and fifth seat – the office of one Kenpachi Zaraki.
It was late-late. Late enough that many of the more duty minded divisions likely were starting to wake to take to their tasks. The 11th division would never be among those, but here you were, awake anyway. Though an all-nighter would be iffy counting towards that duty-mindedness, but regardless here you lay.
And it’s only because you laid on the floor that you could feel foot steps coming your way, the echoing thump-thump-thump the only signal anyone was awake and coming by. It couldn’t be another of the divisions, they avoided the 11th with named exceptions, and certainly they wouldn’t come by this early. And it was too steady to be one of the others who would be out this late drinking. You opted to continue as you were, laying there looking up at the mistletoe – vibrant with its green leaves and red berries.
“The hell are you doing?”
Raspy. Familiar.
Ah, hell.
“Contemplating,” was your dry reply.
“The fuck are you contemplating?” Your captains face came into view, sharp features and jagged scar, wild black hair, and a hell of a mean scowl.
“D’ya know about mistletoe, captain?” You asked, sake helping you get straight to your goal.
Instead of answering, he followed your eyeline to see the plant messily pinned to the top of the door frame. Massively unimpressed, he looked back at you.
“It’s a human tradition. Something, something about holiday and religion. But this! This is a fun one. Turns out humans kiss under these little plants. Tradition they say!” You continue, sensing the danger of having him actually answer your question. “Any two humans who happen under one gotta kiss.”
Silence. This was a dumbass gamble. Again, born of too much sake and an appreciative eye on your captain. Who wouldn’t want him? Strong, deadly, feral! Everything you could want, even just for a night (even if you didn’t survive the night – worth it!).
The brow over his eye patch lifted, taking in what you said and the location you were at. A wicked grin took over his face.
“This you tryin’ ta tell me something?” He asked, voice low and dangerous. The dangerous that sent shivers down your back and straight to your crotch and featured in your wildest dreams.
“Mehbeh.” You grumbled, frowning – pouting really – up at your captain, hoping this isn’t where you die for impertinence.
“Dumbass.”
You were being moved.
From the flat on the floor to horizontal and feet hanging in the air. Your collar pulled taught in one fist and your head being directed by another. Warm, chapped lips against yours, aggressive enough to feel the sharp edge of teeth biting into the soft flesh. Your eyes wide open to see your captain up close, closer than you’ve ever had the privilege.
Your eyes snap shut and you kiss back the best you can for the second you had the chance.
Free floating for a split second before gravity stole you back from your place, his hands no longer fighting to keep you from it. You stumbled, dazed that it worked. He kissed you!
“Keep it up. Kuchiki is coming by and I want to see his face when I point it out to him. See who we get him to kiss!”
With a feral grin, and a rough pat to your shoulder to get you moving, your captain entered his office (seeking out the hidden stash of sake he had there to keep up his own buzz tonight, bonus waking up in the office and seeming diligent to get another one up on that asshole Kuchiki.)
You walked away in a daze, autopilot directing you to bed where you’d miss those few hours of sleep anyway thinking about the most dangerous and sexy kiss of your life…
“That’s holly you fool.” Kuchiki Byakuya, several hours later and vastly more annoyed, spat at the demon 11th division captain.
“Who gives a fuck? It’s human tradition, kiss up asshole!”
