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“Stop everything, I'm ovulating!”

Breeding kink: Kenpachi, Shunsui, Shinji, Grimmjow

Short imagines!

This is based on this smau by @kenpachissluut Thanks for the collab! 

Warning: Breeding kink alert! Mostly smut. Some soft fluff with Shinji inspired by @darthwhorecrux

Kenpachi x female reader

Of course, Kenpachi is not good with directions. Knowing him, he probably got lost getting to you. 

But for once, he didn't! 

“Wow wow. Hold on! How did you get here so fast? You didn't turn a bad corner?” you asked as he stormed into the barracks, leaving a trail of intense reiatsu behind. And Reiatsu wasn't the only thing leaking from him.

“Tch. Not when I got this thing telling me where to go”. He proudly flashed you his phone screen, the navigation system had mapped out his route. 

You had been begging him to use the navigation function for a while now. Funny how a little change in your hormones was a big motivator to try something new.

You have now arrived at your destination. 

That destination is your wet dripping pussy. 

“Not yet I haven't”, he grinned, his dick aching in his pants. 

He turned off the phone, not wanting any more disturbance while he mated mindlessly with his partner tonight. He was on a mission to knock you up. The scent of your hormones was already making him feral. 

Before you were brought down to your knees by his spiritual pressure, he unexpectedly lifted you off the ground and threw you on his shoulder like a towel. He carried you to his small room, walls so thin that everyone in the barracks was made aware it was that time of the month. Breeding season for these two animals.

As promised, his fat cock did not leave your pussy all night. He pumped you full of seed until you overflowed. And when his tank ran dry, he fucked you with his fingers to push back all the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs.

You were left sore, covered in bruises with an achy back and another broken bed. 

“Ikkaku is going to flip when I ask for another new bed. Next time we should do it on the floor or outside”, you suggested. 

He was quiet for a moment as he lay beside you, his giant palm resting on your bare belly. 

“I don't think there will be a next time, princess”. 

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Shunsui x female reader

Shunsui tripped not once, not twice but several times. Not sure why, but he found it hard to run down the stairs while sporting an erection, the hard thick membrane smacking between his thighs because he refused to wear a loincloth. 

“Just set it free, petal. Go commando for me. I'll do the same”. The pervert had wrapped you up in his fetishes and you shamelessly obliged because you were no better.

You were coming back from lunch and your phone sent you a reminder that today was the day. It explained why you felt so wet and needy for your man. A quick text remedied that problem. 

Granted that he was the Head Captain, you were excused from your duties for the rest of the day. You were the closest to what you would call ‘home’. Being the first to arrive, you planned to take a quick bath and wash off the day’s filth.

As you reached for the front door, he suddenly appeared behind you, his hand landing gently on top of yours.

“You weren’t planning to take a bath, were you, petal?” he asked, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickling your eardrum.

It was a hot day. You were sweaty, hot and bothered. “I stink….”, you tried to explain but he placed a finger against your lips to silence you.

“And wash away that natural fragrance? Even the rain can ruin a beautifully bloomed flower, stripping away that natural essence that drives a man insane”.

Even his pick-up, poetic lines were perverted. It made you cringe and he hurried you inside the house. 

Clothes were flying all over the place, with no undergarments in sight, consequently, making access quick and easy.

Usually, Shunsui would take his time with you, make the most out of foreplay and have you cum and squirt on his tongue several times before he rewarded your pussy with his cock.

But when he was crunched for time, he got right down to business. And he fucked you in every which way, stuffing your womb full of his seed with no breaks inbetween. He had lost his sensual touch— nothing romantic about being folded into a mating press and his dick drilling cum into you like a jackhammer pounding the surface. 

His phone rang several times as duty called for Mr. Head Captain. He could never break free from the responsibilities that weighed on him.

Except, what could possibly be more important right now other than impregnating his sweet, ripe flower that is ready to bear his fruit?!

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Shinji x female reader

“Where is she? Come on, doll. Don't ya play hide ‘n seek with me ”, he yelled as soon as he stormed into the house. He was hoping to pounce on you the moment he entered the front door.

Sick, my ass. Pretty poor excuse for a Captain— especially one who’s supposed to lead by example.

You had already showered and decided to spice things up and wear his favourite lingerie. Not that you need any more spicing up. As soon as you said you were ovulating, his dick did a little dance in his pants, while in the middle of a meeting. Yup. Grateful for those baggy wide pants.

“Every second counts. Don't ya make it hard fer me or else….”, came his eager warning. 

He found you in the bedroom, ready for the marathon that was to cum.

To say he almost fucked your brains out was an understatement. There even came a point he fucked you vertically— your shoulders pinned firmly to the mattress while your waist, pelvis and ass bounced in mid-air with each thrust, thighs resting on his shoulders as anchors. Why work against gravity when you can depend on it?

Once he filled up the tank that was your womb, he made sure to keep your pelvic bowl elevated by propping your hips up on a stack of pillows.

“You know it doesn't work like that”, you tried to explain, knowing exactly what he was trying to achieve. 

“Ya ya. Jus’ wanna see you hold all my load inside. Kinda hot”, he grinned.

You reach out with your grabby two hands and clench onto his short blond bob.

“Ow ow…whatcha doin’ that fer. Ease up”, he winced at the tug of his hair. 

“Just want to see how our future kid will look like”, you smiled and held up two little pigtails tightly between your fists. “Adorable”. 

“Ya really wanna girl?”

“No. But I know you do”. 

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Grimmjow x female reader

It was way past midnight when he finally arrived. 

Grimmjow was right. Aizen could sense the urgency and he wasn't going to let the Espada have his way. So he dragged the meeting longer than necessary and even had Grimmjow go on a little side mission to eat up his time.

Grimmjow tried to be quick. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. Neither does your precious egg. 

The window of opportunity was gone.

Grimmjow was not in a good mood when he stepped into your bedroom. You were already asleep. He could smell the faint scent of your sweet arousal still lingering in the air. He spotted your panties in a pile of unwashed clothes on the ground. He picked them up and brought them close to his face, giving them a deep inhale.

They were still warm and wet. Despite being in a grumpy mood, he was able to get himself hard from sniffing your panties. It was a filthy habit of his. And you encouraged it by purposefully leaving unwashed panties for him to discover. 

Once he had his fill, he dropped the panties to the side and walked around the bed. He watched you sleeping while curled up in a ball. You were out of the blankets because your body temperature was slightly elevated due to the hormonal shift. Even though he missed his chance, he still wanted to pound you hard. His cock was throbbing and there was still that lingering scent that captivated his senses. 

He sat beside you on the bed and grabbed your dominant hand by the wrist. He leaned forward and gave your fingers a quick lick. Well, the licking turned into sucking and soon you were wide awake with two fingers in his mouth.

“What the hell? What am I, your dinner?”, you asked, trying to pry your hand away before he did sink his fangs into them.

“Look who's talkin’. Had some fun without me?”, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip around your wrist.

“Hey! Not my fault I helped myself. You were taking so damn long and I was horny”, you explained without struggling. 

“Fuck. Blame that bastard Aizen”, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth. He was beyond stressed.

You noticed his hard erection poking against the side of your thigh. 

“You found my little present?”, you asked, trying to ease his tension.

“Hell yeah! Fuck I almost came sniffing that shit. It's like a drug. So can we fuck?”

“Babe! Since when do you ask to fuck?”

And with that statement, he is already pulling your clothes off you.

“Right. Right. Dicks going in. Gonna fuck ya full and plug ya up until your next heat”, he grinned. He quickly pulled off his pants and settled between your legs, where he would dwell for the next few hours. 

You roll your eyes, feeling your insides stretch open to make space for his invading fat cock. Now if you told him your fingers didn't feel as good as him, how far will his ego bloat?

some quick Shinji fluff so you can all go to bed and have sweet dreams about him tonight <3 no Sunday scaries round here (there still definitely are but i am doing my darnest to ignore them)!

You woke with a gasp and a pounding heart, disoriented at being ungracefully torn from your slumber. The last bits of the traumatizing scene your subconscious invented plagued your mind, making you tremble.

At your side, Shinji stirred awake. Sometimes, it was if you shared a body. When you were in distress, he felt it. Your terror woke him just the same as it did you.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse from deep sleep. He was on you immediately, slender fingers delicately finding your face in the dark to cup your cheek. Your frame against his, he could feel you trembling, and that was all the answer he needed. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm here. I'm right here," he cooed, his hand pushing your head into his chest, hugging you tightly to still your shaking.

You curled around him, your teddy bear, finding comfort in the softness of his bare skin. You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent, feeling his steady heartbeat, basking in his warmth. All the while, he stroked your hair, breathing slowly in and out, staying calm to encourage you to do the same. He pressed kisses into the top of your head, anything and everything to make you feel at ease again, to remind you that he was here, and that as long as he was, you were safe.

He reminded you of that. "You know I won't let anything hurt you."

"I know," you chirped, reflecting on the nightmare with a shiver. "It was just so scary. It felt so real."

"I know," he affirmed you, fingers tangling in your hair protectively. "But it wasn't. This is now. I'm real, and I'm better than that shit."

You giggled into his chest, squirming affectionately in his hold. "You are."

"I'll kick your nightmares' ass." You could hear the lazy smirk in his voice. It made your heart flutter, how you adored him.

"I don't think that's how it works."

"I'll make it work."

After that, you didn't need him to do any nightmare-ass-kicking. You slept soundly, thinking of his sweet words and wrapped in his warm embrace, knowing that you'd always be safe as long as that's where you were - with him.

and here are the most recent drawings! look it's the guy my url references to

Shinji being the source that keeps us all going

Atlas and the Hesperides by John Singer Sargent (1921)

​employed full time at the sweetest girl in the whole world factory

Shinji and Momo as a cat and a hamster 🐱🐹

Momo's face always reminded me of a cute hamster 🥺

hey lets play how hot is that character

TW: SMUUUT 🗣️, Grimmy gets pretty rough, a little bit of degradation, breeding, the works :D

Grimmjow couldn't stand you.

You were a brat if there ever was one and far too comfortable speaking to him with disrespect on a daily basis. He couldn't stand you, but every time you spoke to him brazenly, mocked him, taunted him, and infuriated him, it made him want to stuff that big mouth of yours with his cock. He couldn't stand you, but if and when he got the chance, he was going to show you what he did to brats like you. He didn't need to like you to fuck you good and hard like you deserved.

He was already annoyed enough today, and there you were, as usual, saying something to piss him off even more. "Hey, quick question, do you ever stop talking?"

His eyes widened, anger flaring like scorching blue flames. You enjoyed just how easy it was to get under his skin. He was so simple, fists clenching at his sides before one of them slammed on the table in front of you. "What did you just say?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"I guess that means no," you sighed, suppressing an amused grin.

The truth was, you liked riling him up and did so intentionally. You liked watching the veins swell in his hands, arms and forehead because it was hot. He was hot. Watching him get mad had you fantasizing about just how roughly he'd manhandle you, how he'd meanly bully his cock into your tight cunt, how he'd have you crying and gagging on it. You weren't going to stop pushing his buttons until he was undoing yours.

"You're lucky I don't hit girls," he growled, his hands twitching, clenching and unclenching as if he was currently resisting the urge.

"That's too bad," you said, smirking lazily.

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Later, he proved to be a liar. He was hitting you, his hand coming down hard over and over again to smack your ass as he drilled into you from behind. He still didn't know how to stop talking, though you didn't mind it much now, clenching around him while he yanked you up by your hair to spew filth directly into your ear.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Huh?" He panted, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "Where's that smirk, little girl? Your snide comments? Haven't you got anything to say?"

You couldn't reply, not with how cruelly he was pounding into you, his tip striking hard and deep, as furious as he was. All you could do was moan and whine dumbly. You may have bested him with your words earlier, but in the bedroom, he'd definitely won, just the way you wanted him to.

"That's what I thought," he laughed when you didn't respond. "Can't handle my fat cock and talk back to me at the same time. You're too busy making a mess of my sheets and whining like a bitch."

He threw you back into the mattress, pinning you down with his weight as his hips snapped against your ass. He thought he was teaching you a lesson, but it was your personal heaven, getting caged in by his big biceps and having your pussy ruined by his throbbing length. You could hardly breathe, suffocating under his weight, head under water with nothing but the sound of his grunts and growls right into your ear. You thought it'd be a pleasant way to die.

Then he suddenly left you, and before you had the chance to mourn the loss of his heat and fullness in between your legs, he was manhandling you onto your back, folding you into a mating press and fucking back into you, smirking maliciously at your dumbfounded expression.

"I want to see what you look like when you cum all over my cock," he snarled in explanation before wrapping his hand around your neck to hold you in place. "Maybe I'll fill you up. You want that, slut?"

"Yes!" You choked out, eyes rolling back as he stretched your legs to their max, going impossibly deeper inside you than he had been. Each thrust felt like a shock to your system, a terrifying yet exciting loss of control of your body.

He was shamelessly staring at himself thrusting in and out of you, at your tits bouncing, and at the tears leaking out of your eyes. It made him go feral, the sight of your defeat. He knew you were all talk, so outspoken yet so easy to break. It was music to his ears how pathetic you sounded. Now he just needed you squirting all over him before he unleashed his load into you. Only then would it truly be his victory.

He knew by the high-pitched squeals and whines you were making that you were close, and so he stayed focused and didn't hold back, maintaining his brutal pace until your legs were trembling, glassy eyes squeezing shut and loud mouth crying out as if you were being tortured. He lowered himself against you, fucking you through your orgasm as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding him to his word that he would fill you up. Moments later, he did, biting your neck and groaning into it as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick, white ropes of his seed into your walls. He pulled out to watch it leak out of you, mesmerized by how cute your bratty pussy was with his juices oozing out.

He collapsed at your side. He'd finally bested you, finally taught you a lesson, and you'd finally learned just how good of a fuck he was. You stressed him out, but he had finally taken that stress out on you. For the first time in a while, he felt at ease, one could even say peaceful. Your body and your energy was a much needed break for his nervous system, and he was starting to discover a newfound appreciation for you as you quietly came down from your high beside him.

He watched you carefully as you rose from his bed, excusing yourself to clean up the mess between your legs. He chuckled to himself as he watched you limp away, like a fawn attempting to walk for the first time. He supposed you were actually pretty cute.

No. It made him start to worry when you were taking a long time in his bathroom, wondering if you'd come back and get dressed to go. It wasn't like it was often he got to just lay there, skin to skin with another person. No one touched him unless it was in battle or in a sexual way, and now he found himself yearning for your body against his again, in a more gentle way this time.

He pretended to look unbothered when you finally came back, pretended that he wasn't elated when you took your place back in his bed, curling up next to him.

You decided to be nice to him just this once. "That was amazing," you complimented, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth that made him freeze. "Thank you."

He felt irritated again, though he couldn't figure out why. "Are you fucking with me?" He glared at you.

"No," you responded calmly. "If I was lying, I wouldn't be on the verge of passing out right now," you giggled tiredly. "I came so hard I'm exhausted."

You yawned, and it gave Grimmjow a funny feeling in his chest. He yanked the blankets up over your naked form. "Get some sleep then." You could tell he found it difficult to be affectionate. It was kind of cute in its own weird way.

You draped an arm over his chest anyway, pushing him out of his comfort zone. "You gonna sleep with me?"

"Doesn't seem like you're giving me much of a choice," he grumbled.

You pressed sleepy kisses into his jaw, smiling against him as you felt his body soften beneath you. "No, I'm not. I like to cuddle after."

"Damn brat." He aggressively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him and holding your hip. "You better not snore."

You gasped, a wide, almost painful smile spreading on your lips over the fact that this grumpy arrancar was seriously snuggling you. "Me? A lady? Never!"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you snore once and I'm tossing you off the side of the bed." You doubted the hand currently caressing your torso would be used to throw you off the bed.

"You're such a gentleman."

"I am, letting you stink up my bed like this." He grinned, adjusting his body so that you could press into him more comfortably.

"Stop being mean to me, I'm soft!" You pouted playfully.

"You? Don't make me laugh." He murmured against your head.

You smiled contentedly, letting your eyes rest, finally having him where you wanted him. "Okay, I'm going to bed now, so kiss my forehead and tell me goodnight."

"You're a real piece of work," he groaned, as if he wasn't dying for an excuse to press his lips to you.

He did exactly that, bringing his mouth to your temple more gently than you ever could imagine him doing and pulling you impossibly closer before saying, "goodnight, princess."

"Goodnight, my prince."

He would've cringed, had anyone else said it, but hearing you call him your prince, he swore he could feel his heart growing. He didn't know he even had one before you. He was glad you were starting to doze off, glad that you didn't witness his cheeks flushing with admiration.

Grimmjow still couldn't stand you, only now because it was gonna be a real pain in the ass dealing with these feelings he had for you.

The Last Petal

Shunsui x widow reader (Jushiro's wife)

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Warning and mental health TRIGGERS: Mention of alcohol, angst, reader was Jushiro’s wife, Shunsui taking advantage of vulnerable Reader, no explicit smut but mention of sleeping with Reader while she is confused, ptsd, concussion, confusion, denial, alcohol, alcoholism, despair, depression, mental health, grief, a sad cryptic ending.

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As we sit here under the dancing stars, sharing our last drink, promise me that you will take care of her. That is my last request, my friend. You owe me that much.    — Jushiro 

One month post-war.

You woke up, drenched in sweat and noticed a lumpy warm figure nuzzled beside you. You felt a heaviness in your chest. Although the dark, quiet room brought a sense of calm, the very darkness stirred your anxious soul.

Your husband laid still as if he was catching up on sleep. 

You had a dream. You dreamt of your husband finally breaking free of the curse that was his illness. The curse he never disclosed, even to his wife up until the peak moment of the war. The war that cost him his life and left you a widow. 

Yet, here he laid, on your bed as if the war was nothing but a nightmare, crafted from the trauma that continued to linger. While the dream you just had felt more real, the truth was, you had your realities confused. 

You press your head back down on the pillow, your mind numb and memories hazy. During the war, you had experienced a terrible blow to the head. A concussion that skewed all judgement— you could not think straight. Neither could he.

You closed your eyes, your head was spinning and your ears were ringing. That ringing had never left you, as if it echoed the screams of soldiers consumed by the war. 

From within those screams, a faint sound of snoring comes beside you. Your husband never was the one to snore. He suffered from chronic insomnia because of his illness and he never slept so peacefully. But now that he broke free from the curse, he could rest in peace.

You suffered from short-term memory loss and post-concussion syndrome. Every day felt like a dream as you walked around with a constant headache, tinnitus and tunnel vision. 

Your head was spinning and memories from last night were fragmented, like your heart. Even now, you couldn't tell if you were awake or dreaming. Your brain could not distinguish between the two.

Your body was sore but not because of the injuries you sustained from the war. You felt a warmth between your legs that spread upwards towards your core and up your chest, finally wrapping around your heart and giving it a firm squeeze. Panic was slowly brewing. You clench your chest as if you are grabbing for your racing heart, trying to rip it out of your chest as guilt slowly drains your vigour. Why was there guilt and this overwhelming sense of dread? You didn't do anything wrong. Did you?

With your heart thumping theatrically in your rib cage, you extend out your hand, hoping to feel your fingers glide through his silky but fragile strands of white hair. But alas, your hands grab onto coarse locks of messy loose curls. You could not see the colour because the room was dark. 

You did not need the light to notice the lack of radiance. Your husband's hair had a shine that grabbed you from the darkness and guided you towards the light. The hair you had grasped was dark, thick and dull— just like his heart.

You felt a wave of nausea surge through you like an unstoppable storm. You covered your mouth, finding it impossible to contain that involuntary gasp that stirred up the sleeping man beside you— the man who had claimed the space where your late husband once slept. 

“No! No! No!” came your trembling denial. 

Your brain came up with inexcusable excuses, a desperate desire to justify your current sleeping arrangement.

He must have decided to give me company last night after we visited the graves. Why was I at the cemetery? Whose grave was I visiting? Where is my husband, Jushiro? 

Shunsui sensed the turmoil that disturbed your grieving soul. He woke up, his eyelids heavy with sleep as not much sleep was granted last night. He had a few drinks to numb the sorrow and now his mind was buzzing from the aftermath. He also felt a wave of nausea which he quickly swallowed down as his pride was at stake.

He studied your face in the dark, his night vision a lot sharper than yours. He saw the dreadful shock etched across your face. He shuffled, slowly sitting up, revealing his bare chest glistening with night sweats. It was warm in your room. He was warm. But your husband was always cold. 

Although warm, a shocking chill ran through your sweaty body. The nausea still lingered but there was no rush to get to the nearest bathroom. You slowly grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to your body and up to your neck. He sat still, his face calm—satisfied, unapologetic. However, he had to choose his words carefully. He understood he was treading on thin ice, and it wouldn’t take much to crack you.

“Good morning, Petal. You look restless. What disturbs your sleep? Another nightmare?” came his soothing but groggy whisper. 

Why did he have to speak? It made this dream all so real.

“Where is my husband?”, you asked, gathering more of the blanket around you to shield yourself.

“Oh my dear, you know where he is. We visited him last night”, he patiently reminded you. He kept a distance between you, hoping you would slowly recall last night's event, sparing him the need to explain his actions. 

“Why are you in my bed? I know this is a dream but still. Please get my husband. Ouch”, you whinced and grabbed your temples when a sharp pain pierced through your skull. These daily ice-pick headaches were relentless, never granting you a moment of ease.

Shunsui reached out with his hand to comfort you, a look of pity in his tired eyes, which even in the dark you could spot that familiar soft gaze. His fingertips barely grazed over the skin of your forearm that tightly clenched onto the blanket to preserve your dignity. You did not hesitate to smack his hand away. 

“My dear. You know exactly where your husband is. Please just settle down”. He tried to comfort your anxious mind but you pushed him away.

You refuse to face reality. “Can you just go”, you begged him with your eyes all the while fighting back tears. You couldn't stand being around him. Yet, you were the one who came to him seeking comfort. 

Shunsui wanted to ease your mind and make you aware that nothing happened last night. Emotions were high and after a couple of drinks, things would have progressed very quickly. Luckily, Shunsui couldn't get it up. And so a crisis was diverted all the while you sobbed in his chest, celebrating the one-month anniversary of the departure of your dear late husband. 

As soon as he opened his mouth to explain last night, you burst into tears. 

“Just get out!” you shouted when he made another attempt to comfort you. 

Shunsui stayed silent. He didn’t want to fracture you any more than you already were.

He got up and gathered his belongings off the floor. He headed towards the bathroom to quickly clean up while you sank back under the blankets, waiting for this nightmare to end.

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Many of the survivors were reassigned to different squads to help maintain balance (both in power and numbers) within the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Previously, you were in squad 10. Now you were under the direct watch of the Head Captain himself. He even promoted you so he could casually bump into you more often. Your well-being had concerned him. It had become an unhealthy obsession that even Nanao couldn't ignore.

“Give her some space. You are smothering her”, said the co-lieutenant while dropping a bunch of heavy registers on his desk.

“I can't let her drown in her sorrows”, he replied. While working on the grim task of going through the names of casualties so he could officially register them as deceased, he decided to replace his morning tea with alcohol. That had become his daily morning gloomy routine. 

“It seems the one drowning in sorrow is you”. Nanao didn't pity the man. She knew he was stronger than this. Alcohol was his way of grieving. But as the Head Captain, he did not have the luxury to grieve. 

“Take my advice”, Nanao paused for a second at the door before her departure. “Don't do anything that would have Captain Ukitake turn in his grave”.

Once Nanao left, he reached for a folded parchment that was tucked away neatly in his pants.

“Turn in his grave, you say? I think we are way past that now, Nanao”. 

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Later that day, you were spotted outside, sweeping away rubble from fallen buildings. A mindless task for you as you cannot focus on anything else meaningful. Not that cleaning up wasn't meaningful. Everyone had to pitch in and do at least 4 hours of manual labour every day to help restore Seireitei to its former glory. 

With each stroke of your wooden broom, your mind actively wanders to dark places. A pit of despair awaits you and you get pulled in towards the center. You try to scream but the void creates no sound. You are lost in the darkness of it all. Not a single light shines to guide your soul out of the darkness. And as all hope is lost, you notice a small pink flower petal fall towards you. You extend out your hand, trying to grab the single petal that so gracefully dances like a snowflake. And as you close your fist around it, you open your eyes and find yourself holding onto the pink kimono draped around his shoulders. 

“There she is. You had me worried there for a moment, princess. Are you alright?”

You glanced up at him with a glossy gaze, unsure what had transpired. One moment you were sweeping—then suddenly, you were swallowed by darkness.

You let go of his clothes and he grabbed the broom out of your hand. You had zoned out for a few minutes and were inattentively sweeping the same spot over and over again. 

“You shouldn't be doing any physical labour. That is why I gave you an officer’s position”, Shunsui said.

“Regardless of your position, you are still required to pitch in on the efforts to restore the Soul Society. Captains and Head Captains are also not exempt from this civil duty”, you explained, still shaken up from what you had experienced. 

“And the injured are exempt. That includes me”, he joked while pointing to his eye patch, although the man never needed any valid excuse to be lazy.

“I have no physical injuries”, you argued.

“Exactly. No physical injuries that we can see. But your heart is still injured”. He set the broom aside against a giant boulder and took a step towards you. His hand rested under your chin and he ran the padding of his thumb across your quivering bottom lip. “Let me personally tend to that wound”. 

Your body is frozen. His warm touch is comforting and you seek for more. You desperately want to cling to him so you don't fall back down into despair. 

Fortunately, no one was around to witness the shameless display of disloyalty— a betrayal by his best friend and his wife. It was only a matter of time before he captured your lips, your sweet soft lips that pulled him out of his own pit of despair. 

You had no willpower to push him away. Instead, you deepen the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor him down. You did not want that petal to be picked up by the wind and blown away.

Both surrender to passion, searching desperately for solace. It is the familiarity that pushes you onwards. You are reminded of the day when you first met him. It was before you met your late husband, Jushiro. 

-flashback-

Once upon a time, a few centuries ago, you had gifted your heart to Shunsui. But then he introduced you to his best friend, Jushiro. Well, one look at the angel had you instantly fall in love. 

Unbeknownst to you, for years, Jushiro felt the guilt of stealing his best friend's woman. But Shunsui played it cool as if you were just another woman and a short fling. You thought the same, given his well-known reputation.

But the truth was, Shunsui never got past you. You stole his heart and shattered it the day you married his best friend. Given Shunsui's calm demeanour, he made it seem like it never bothered him. But Jushiro could see the pain he caused his friend. 

And that last night they spent together under the stars, the crickets played one last song as old friends reminisced over aged sake. Jushiro gave Shunsui a handwritten letter addressed to his wife and also returned the heart he had previously stolen. 

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Shunsui hands you that letter. You recognize your husband's writing. It wrenches your heart, knowing this was the last message he had for you. 

My dear wife, 

I hope by the time you find this letter, you have finished mourning for me. 

For years, I have hidden this dark secret from my beloved, shielding her from the evil that plagues this world. But now, I can no longer offer her that protection.

And so, I pass on my duty to my dear old friend. But knowing him, he’s likely already made a mess of things. Forgive him, if you can—grace is not his strong suit and his reputation precedes him.

If you must hate anyone, hate me, the man who could not fulfill his duty to protect his wife. Bear no ill will to the man who only wishes to protect his delicate flower. The flower he once plucked but was selfishly stolen from within his tight grasp. He should have held onto that flower tighter. 

And now he shall.

Always keep me in your heart but never let it be a burden.

Your loving husband, 

— Jushiro 

You felt your heart slowly settling. Listening to your husband's poetic words in your head gives you a sense of calmness. But it also made his death more tangible. It was a reminder that he was truly gone from this world and his soul probably began its next journey ahead. 

You reach into your pocket and for a moment he foolishly thought you were about to hand him your house keys.

Instead, you present him with a letter of your own. He quietly reads the words that are not as poetic as your husband's and reopens unseen wounds from the past.

Nevertheless, he ignores the heartache and wears that familiar, deceitful smile. The same nonchalant smile that cost him his love once before.

“Is that what you want, petal?” he confirmed once he read through the letter twice. 

“Yes”. You stood firm in your decision, unmoved by his earlier attempts to charm you.

“Very well. I'll see through it immediately”. 

Your request to be reassigned to your previous squad was approved. 

What you requested was distance and time away from him— both necessary to heal your heart and soul.

But at what cost?

The pink flower, whose delicate petals once saved you from despair, refused to blossom once more. And thus, with time, the flower slowly withers away, leaving wilted grey petals along its path.