Congrats to the first place @the-witch-of-one-piecethank you for participating! Please contact me during the next days to discuss your commission! ~
ㅤ And… surprise! A second place!
Congrats to the second place @northbluecrew thank u for participating! Please send me your request with wichever prompt you would like me to write for you from my current event Under The Moon! It doesn’t matter that are already taken, you can chose any!~
Thank u all who participated and donated! I promise I will do more raffles so that you have more oportunities. I’m forever grateful for this wonderful year together, you have stopped the rain inside of me and brought a bright sun to my life!
Video proof of the results:
When I got the notification holy shit Thank you universe you have been such a blessing to me!!!!!!! I’m so excited!!
Hi babies! To celebrate the first year anniversary of this blog I thought about making a raffle! On April 11th I posted for the very first time my first Law fic! I can’t believe it’s been a year already! Can you believe it?
Thanks to this blog I found amazing friends and the happiness of being able to express the many feels I had inside my heart. This place makes me happy, this place helped me to live, this place was the sun I needed during the darkest of the nights.
Thank you so much to all of you! I love you from the deepest place of my heart! ~
So, about the raffle;
I will be giving away a totalfree comissionlike I did for the 1.5k followers milestone! nsfw/sfw with any character, ship or self insert!
Rules:
Reblog this post for one chance
This is totally optional and not needed, but if you want you could add 2 chances by buying me ako-fi(1 usd each)
Please be sure to follow me
That’s it!
The raffle begins the moment this post is up until April 10th 22:00hs (BsAs GMT-3)
The winner will be tagged in a post. In case the person doesn’t claim the prize during the next 48hs, the second place will automatically be the winner.
I’ll post a video proof of me choosing the winner with a webpage that randomly picks a winner from a list you can enter (https://www.sortea2.com/)
I just wanna send a big hug to my witch sisters @sashi-yaand@tsunderedoctor for hearing out my little silly scenario and deciding to become part of it.
I really love you and am glad for your friendship. Fly high. ❤️
Oh, Royal Lust Event nsfw & sfwroyal AU event ~(One Piece & Bleach)
Welcome to the new event guys!
Are you lusting for some Royal content? Ready to fight for the crown with your fave characters? Discover the secrets of the princesses and princes? Maybe break the rules? In the name of love or lust, here we go!
Will open requests in 2 rounds (if there are more requests or you want more). No more than 2 requests for the same character!
First Round ➡ Available Slots: 0/ 7➡FULL! Second Round ➡ Available slots: 0/7➡FULL!
❥Rules
The rules are -as always- the following: Please be polite! A hello and thanks is enough! The requests can beNSFW or SFW, please state it in your request. You can choose different types of monarchy besides the classic European. Such us: Emperor (China, Japan, etc), Sultan, Emir, Pharaoh, any you’d like me to include. I have a list of prompts you can request from, though is not mandatory! You can send me any idea, or I can choose for you!Include: character (One Piece / Bleach)(no minors please, if you ask for Ichigo, Uryuu, etc please state adult! x as in the last chapters of manga),gender of reader, prompt (if you want) & any further information you would like me to include. if NSFW➡ You can ask for specific kinks. All kinks are allowed, except non con, incest (blood related), underage.
➡ Request example: Law x F! Reader, prompt, NSFW kinks: bondage.⬅
❥Some Prompts (Not mandatory, you can give me another one or I can pick one for you)
Arranged marriage
Breaking the rules of the royalty
Rebellious Prince/Princess
Royal’s secrets
Masquerade Ball
A buffoon for the King/Queen
The Prince/Princess of the Enemies’ Kingdom.
The Knight who cares for the Prince/Princess.
Secret Mission: assassinate the King/Queen/Prince/Princess and falling in love
So!! Here are the results for the little poll I did yesterday! Thank u so much for participating! Your feedback is essential for me to see where I’m going with the blog!
So, I asked you about which event you would like me to do next and the winner -almost a tie- is.… an event inspired in a Royal AU!!
But, as you can see, most of you also voted for Hell event!! And so, I think is fair to say that as soon as I finish the Royal one I will host the Hell one! WIll work hard to fulfill your requests soon and not taking a LOT like I always do
That being said… do you all want the event to start tonight? :3
➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~
Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3
tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don’t expect a romantic fic here :P
wc: 3.5k
He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.
“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.
“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.
Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…
Zoro is the King of Hell.
He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?
“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.
“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.
He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.
An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.
The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.
His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.
You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.
“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.
“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?
“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.
You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.
In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.
You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.
“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.
A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.
But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.
Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.
“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.
You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.
From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.
But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.
Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.
Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.
You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?
“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.
Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.
Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”
Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.
Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.
“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.
The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.
Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.
“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.
Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…
“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.
But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.
Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.
“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.
You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?
And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.
Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.
“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”
“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”
Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.
You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.
Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”
As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.
But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…
“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.
Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.
Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.
The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.
Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.
Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.
“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.
“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.
Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.
Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.
“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.
Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.
“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.
You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.
When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.
A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.
“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”
Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.
“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.
He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.
The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.
A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.
“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.
Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.
“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…
Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…
“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”
➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~
Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3
tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don’t expect a romantic fic here :P
wc: 3.5k
He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.
“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.
“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.
Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…
Zoro is the King of Hell.
He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?
“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.
“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.
He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.
An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.
The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.
His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.
You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.
“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.
“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?
“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.
You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.
In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.
You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.
“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.
A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.
But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.
Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.
“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.
You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.
From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.
But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.
Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.
Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.
You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?
“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.
Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.
Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”
Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.
Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.
“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.
The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.
Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.
“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.
Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…
“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.
But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.
Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.
“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.
You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?
And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.
Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.
“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”
“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”
Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.
You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.
Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”
As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.
But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…
“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.
Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.
Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.
The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.
Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.
Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.
“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.
“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.
Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.
Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.
“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.
Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.
“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.
You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.
When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.
A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.
“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”
Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.
“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.
He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.
The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.
A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.
“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.
Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.
“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…
Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…
“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”
Can we please discuss about Zoro being a fucking Shinigami (and/or a demon)?
Cause like there are SO many proofs already. Some of the ones I can remember right now are:
1.Sandai Kitetsu - Third Generation Ogre/Oni Piercer 2.RENGOKU ONI GIRI (PURGATORY, DEMON CUT) 3.ASHURA: do we have to go into detail with this one? 4. Something nobody is mentioning cause most of the people believe Thriller Bark isn’t good (HA, JOKES ON YOU, Wano is Thriller Bark 2.0) so:
At first I thought TOEI forgot to add the salt, so I rewatched the scene and of course read the manga (twice, specially that part) and Zoro never uses salt to “exorcise” Ryuma. In fact Brook and Franky ask themselves WTF just happened and why Ryuma is burning in blue flames to dissapear soon after.
5. Zoro has never prayed to any God. (Stated in Skypea, go read it/watch it please)
6. “If I have to become the King of Hell, I will” 7.Enma: God/King of Hell 8. Using a scythewhen fighting against Killer as Shusui was stolen from him by Onimaru. (Oni ha) Using, of course, his classic “RengokuOnigiri” attack.
9. Not gonna say it cause of spoilers, but I think you understand what it means if I say “the death” if you have read the manga.
Add any others you could think about if you want
I was scrolling through the #ONEPIECE1051 on twitter and saw a post where one of the leakers gave another hint. Yet, I don’t really care much about that but more of the image they used. A color spread where Zoro is depicted this way:
Yet again, Zoro has a sickle (a shinigami’s tool) in his hand and chains (soul chains?).. Plus, the only katana we get to see is Sandai Kitetsu (third generation demon slayer)… Sweet Zoro, you are a damn shinigami, aren’t you?
Can we please discuss about Zoro being a fucking Shinigami (and/or a demon)?
Cause like there are SO many proofs already. Some of the ones I can remember right now are:
1.Sandai Kitetsu - Third Generation Ogre/Oni Piercer 2.RENGOKU ONI GIRI (PURGATORY, DEMON CUT) 3.ASHURA: do we have to go into detail with this one? 4. Something nobody is mentioning cause most of the people believe Thriller Bark isn’t good (HA, JOKES ON YOU, Wano is Thriller Bark 2.0) so:
At first I thought TOEI forgot to add the salt, so I rewatched the scene and of course read the manga (twice, specially that part) and Zoro never uses salt to “exorcise” Ryuma. In fact Brook and Franky ask themselves WTF just happened and why Ryuma is burning in blue flames to dissapear soon after.
5. Zoro has never prayed to any God. (Stated in Skypea, go read it/watch it please)
6. “If I have to become the King of Hell, I will” 7.Enma: God/King of Hell 8. Using a scythewhen fighting against Killer as Shusui was stolen from him by Onimaru. (Oni ha) Using, of course, his classic “RengokuOnigiri” attack.
9. Not gonna say it cause of spoilers, but I think you understand what it means if I say “the death” if you have read the manga.
Add any others you could think about if you want
I was scrolling through the #ONEPIECE1051 on twitter and saw a post where one of the leakers gave another hint. Yet, I don’t really care much about that but more of the image they used. A color spread where Zoro is depicted this way:
Yet again, Zoro has a sickle (a shinigami’s tool) in his hand and chains (soul chains?).. Plus, the only katana we get to see is Sandai Kitetsu (third generation demon slayer)… Sweet Zoro, you are a damn shinigami, aren’t you?
Byakuya Kuchiki x F! Reader ~ The Monarch Butterfly (part 1)
a/n: initially a self insert story, but I thought maybe someone will like to enjoy it too so I wrote it in the x reader format! Though reader has orange hair (like i do) but besides that pretty much no other special traits. This work is the first part of a series that tell the story of my OC! Then again remember you can read it too as it’s on a x reader format!
tw: a little bit of angst regarding Byakuya and Hisana. completely sfw.
wc: 2.9k
I drew Byakuya with the butterfly myself for the banner, excuse my lack of artistic skills :P
Special thanks to @the-witch-of-one-piece for giving me the idea of visiting a botanic garden with him! I love you, babe!
Is not that Byakuya doesn’t know how the living world looked like, but he never really cared about his surroundings every time he went there.
The Senkaimon doors opened and after running through the Dangai, as the Kōtotsu happened to be cleaning the place, you two are finally in the world of the living. As always, the city of Karakura seems lively and nobody is aware of your existence until you wear your Gigai.
And the reason why you two are visiting the place is in fact because Urahara Kisuke has communicated you your new Gigai are ready to be picked and tried.
“Captain? Do you think it’s gonna look like the old one?” you ask him to at least have a conversation while you walk to Urahara’s shop. “I hope so, though you are the only one able to tell” he murmurs, fixing his sight straight towards the path you are taking. Byakuya doesn’t smile often and doesn’t waste his time to enjoy his surroundings. Yet, he is aware of everything that might represent a danger or a possible fight.
You, the third place in the sixth squad walk always right next to him ready to receive his orders, yet with eyes that scan the beauty of a lively different society. “Yeah… I think so…” you mumble in response to his short words. But how much you wish he would know your body just as you do.
Right around the corner is Kisuke’s store, but you two take your time to meet a little boy who apparently has lost his way towards Soul Society. Byakuya, as serious as possible takes Senbonzakura and without much explanation gets ready to perform the needed Konsō to the poor, scared kid.
“Captain! He is scared!” you stop him, because the blade of his cherry blossom Zanpakuto is about to make his way towards the forehead of the child. “So? He needs to transmute, (Name)”.
“Can I do it?” you ask him while wiping the tears off the kid’s cheeks. “Ok, I will go ahead and pick up the Gigai in the meantime”
As Byakuya walks his way towards his final destination, you crunch next to the little child. Dark hair and big grey eyes reminds you of a little version of your captain. “Hi, honey. Listen, this won’t hurt. You will be going to a better place, and I promise that we will meet there, ok?” you swear to him. “But before…What’s your name?”
“Hoshi” he mutters in between sniffles. The name Hoshi, meaning star reminds you even more of Byakuya… he is a midnight sun…
“Fine Hoshi, this won’t hurt. Just close your eyes and you will be soon somewhere else”
The kid has now turned into a beautiful black butterfly and his soul is safe traveling towards the Soul Society. You take a time to process the fact that a child so young has passed away and wonder if you will be able to find him once you are back home.
The bustling sounds of the city distract you enough not to see the person right in front of you. Your face buries on a black cloth covered chest. “DAMN!” you shout, scared because you, in your soul body, have bumped into another person.
“Officer?” he asks, grabbing your arms. And soon you realize is no other than your captain. “Oh… Captain! I’m sorry, I…” you stutter, inevitably blushing as your body was still pressed against his.
“I was looking for you, I’m already wearing my Gigai. Come on, people will think I’m crazy for speaking to the nothingness” he commands, and you take the last words as an unsettling speech.
Nothingness… nothingness my ass.
Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin salutes you as you enter the store. Byakuya waits outside as the relationship between he and Yoruichi has never made him comfortable, and you wonder if there was another reason besides the cat woman being a pain in his ass. But, in your case, Yoruichi is a dear friend… in fact, she was the one who gave you the red ribbon you always use to tie your hair.
After laughing and catching up with them you try your faux body on. As always, Kisuke has made a perfect replica and you are ready to become noticeable in the world of the living.
“Thank you, guys!” you bow and get out of the store where Byakuya waits for you leaning over the side of the store. He is watching in silent as Ururu plays with Jinta and his constant frown doesn’t abandon his face for nothing in this world. Byakuya has a deep sadness, and his heart closed, almost like a hollow.
Your captain acknowledges you with a nod and begins to walk. But Yoruichi, knowing him since he was a child wants to have fun -and maybe help you out-. “Byakuya-bo!” she appears in front of him using Shunpo just to piss him off. “ Yoruichi Shihoin… what do you want?” he asks, annoyed with a twitching eyelid.
She laughs and hands him two pieces of paper. “Here, take this poor girl to the Botanical Garden for once. You will have to get used to your gigai for a couple of hours before coming back to the Seireitei” she lies, well aware Byakuya is not an idiot but hoping his boyfriend would speak up for her to continue with the lie.
“Right, Kuchiki-san! I forgot to tell you! It’s really important for you to stay at least a couple of hours in the world of the living so your gigai get used to the use!” Kisuke also lies, but since he is a genius Byakuya trusts in him.
You narrowing your eyes remain silent and comply to their lie. Yoruichi, and probably Kisuke too, know about your crush with your captain and even if you had stated that he will never be with you she would always try to push some buttons to help you.
“Ok… (Name), do you wanna go here?” Byakuya asks showing the two tickets. A huge smile forms on your lips as you read the papers, “Botanical Garden: Sunset, Flowers and Butterflies Event”. You nod, like a child, excited for such fun proposal. And after saying goodbye to your cupids, you walk in silence with Byakuya towards the Botanical Garden of Karakura Chó.
Byakuya gives you the tickets as he walks and ignores the people’s stare. “Uh… captain, why did you choose a formal suit for your gigai?” you ask, because he looks like as if he was ready to attend the Oscars. His hair, untied flows with the wind and of course he is not wearing his Kenseikan nor his Ginpaku.
He stops and looks at you rather confused. One of his brows lifts, and his head tilts a little to the side. “Isn’t this what humans wear nowadays? I’m actually surprised about your outfit… is that… a dress?” he asks, maybe insinuating something about the length of your clothes.
“Uh… it’s ah- you look good captain” you decide it’s worthless to explain him about the differences between modern formal wear and casual, so you just opt for the compliment. Compliment that kinda make your cheeks turn on fire.
Byakuya nods and continues walking. “You look good, too”.
That’s it, your heart finally stops. Did he just… say I looked good? You shake your head a few times and follow him as he walks so nonchalantly through the streets of that highly spiritual city. His hair flows with the soft breeze of the autumn, and you can’t help but enjoy the beautiful work of art he is.
When you finally get there, there isn’t a huge line but no more than two sweet couples in love waiting to enter. Byakuya looks at them, but his stare soon looks away. You notice, it’s heart rending. It’s not that he is not open to love, it’s that not enough time can heal the pain of losing his lover, Hisana.
“Captain? Would you like to come back? I-“ you whisper, grazing his forearm feeling an oppressing need to cry in your chest.
You cried and smiled when you knew he was getting married, because he was your love, your forever love. You also cried, cried so much when Hisana died. The many days he wouldn’t come to the squad, when you were just the 9th place, and he was just a trainee. The way his eyes turned from brilliant stars in the night to sad, dull ones… he lose his heart, he said. And you kept it close forever…
“Urahara said we should spend some time here, why you wanna go back?” he asks, unaware you were able to read every expression of his countenance. More than a century looking at him from afar… more than a century learning about him. “Oh, uh… let’s stay then”
Byakuya looks at your hand resting over his arm but doesn’t say anything. You, as always, following his eyes realize he is in fact watching you touch him and quickly try to take your hand off him. But he stops you. Without any word, he grabs you tightly, and offers you his forearm. Like a true prince, dressed in formal wear, and like a princess wearing a short pink dress you walk with him to the entrance of the botanical garden.
“Tickets?” an old woman asks before you are allowed to go inside. “Y-yes. Here” you stutter, in heaven and excited because you are actually walking grabbing Byakuya’s arm.
The old lady checks the tickets and opens a little wooden door for you to pass. “Please enjoy! You make a beautiful couple” she says and asks Byakuya to stay there for a second. You keep walking, happy for the compliment but annoyed as you had to let go of him. The lady comes closer to him and as if she was telling him a secret, she whispers; “Sir, if you are planning something you can always tell us, and we will help you out… that suit could only mean one thing”
You can see the way his steel eyes with a hint of pink slowly narrow, he is either thinking or annoyed and you only pray for that lady not to ruin the moment. But he simply nods and thanks her and walks towards you. “Well, let’s see what’s this about” he simply says, offering you again his arm.
You smile like an idiot, and lovingly grab his forearm.
The grass underneath your feet feels cold and wet but it’s not uncomfortable, in fact it shows how perfect the gigai works. It makes you feel alive, really alive. As for your captain, he is for the first time looking at his surroundings. Byakuya is discovering the beautiful variety of plants and trees all around. He is used to cherry blossoms, but not to the rest.
All hues of green, pink, red, lilac, even blue flowers sprouting from beautiful paths of soil. “Oh… this…” he mumbles, pulling you out the awe of such perfect place. The sun is on its deathbed, and it slowly starts falling behind the horizon bathing the whole place in lilac and orangey tones.
Byakuya sometimes, even if he considers his surroundings are beautiful, fix his sight on you. You have let go of his arm and are admiring the tulips. The warming colour palette of the sunset tints you and it reflects on Byakuya’s foggy irises and fair skin.
You can suddenly sense a raise in his reiatsu, but he is not in danger. You turn around to catch him staring at you with a soft expression. The hair locks of his fringe play with the breeze and both of you look directly in the eyes. The people pass around you and for some seconds none of you move. The connection feels surreal, but it’s there and the dying sunrays of the afternoon are the only thing that gets in between your distance.
You blink and a little smile appears in the corner of your lips, the pink dress you are wearing is nothing compared to your cheeks. Byakuya does not smile, but he doesn’t take his eyes of you either. His lips remain semi open, and he looks like he was in trance, absolutely caught by your beauty.
You dare to take a single step forward, maybe he wants you to come closer? But it only helps to break the spell. He suddenly shakes his head and looks to the ground with desperate façade. It’s over… the dream is over… but he was looking at you, wasn’t he? And so, you giggle, his cute, embarrassed face makes you so happy.
You decide to turn around to keep looking at the flowers with the biggest smile ever. “Thank you Yoruichi…” you mouth and from your wrist you untie the red cord you always use to tie your hair up in a ponytail. If Byakuya knew who the real owner of that ribbon is…
With your hair up, and red string hanging from your ponytail, you are ready to keep enjoying the place until Byakuya decides to come closer to you. And in fact, he does a few minutes after when you are approaching the roses section.
“Uh… I thought roses were only red?” he asks, this time sincerely interested… or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to talk to you. You look at him with a smile, and then again to the flowers in front of you. “Here says that there are as many colours as the florist desires, they tint them with water and dye” you inform him, sensing how his reiatsu grows stronger once again. You can feel it on your skin, but it’s not uncomfortable, nor oppressing. It feels warming and as he was hugging you.
“Ah… I see” he mumbles, looking at the same flowers over and over again from over your shoulder. You take a quick glance at his lips, still barely touching. When Byakuya is serious and concentrated he keeps them seal tight, sometimes even squeezing them a little. But not now.
Something in the back catches your attention, a place called “Mariposas house”. Mariposas… oh! Butterflies!
“Captain! Let’s go, you will like this” you suddenly tell him, acting on an impulse and pulling for his hand. As you walk and Byakuya follows you completely confused, you can feel the softness of his skin disrupted by a little scar in the centre of his palm. You quickly remember his last fight against that Fullbringer and the way he grabbed some of Senbonzakura’s blade with his own hand… he is such a fighter.
Once you get to the door of a place that looks like a vivarium, you tell Byakuya to follow you in. Inside, besides many plants beautiful butterflies dance in the air with their colourful wings. You know them, of course you do. Not only the black ones, the Hell butterflies, but also the rest. Because every time you visit this world, they follow you everywhere you go.
Taking a look at Byakuya, you found him mesmerized. His lips are now open, and his eyes absorb the colours of their wings. He is not able to speak, and you would say he looks like a little child discovering something beautiful for the first time.
The prettiest Monarch butterfly, with bright orange wings poses on the tip of his nose. It’s orange like the sunset, orange like the juicy tangerines you like to eat after training with him, orange like your hair. But it’s delicate like his noble manners. Like the petals of his blade, like the way he speaks and like his graze when he lends you a hand to help you stand up after training.
“(Name)… this… this butterfly is… it looks like the brooch…” he chimes, in awe, even crossing his eyes just to take a better look at the insect resting over his nose. “It isn’t black, Captain! It’s a Monarch Butterfly! Like the flowers, their wings are different colours!” you tell him, ignoring the last part of his sentence and coming closer to inspect the funny butterfly, thinking he is completely absorbed by the fact there are another types of butterflies besides the Hell ones you are all used to.
Closer, closer you get to him. On tippy toes as he is taller than you. Your grab his arm, but you notice he is not able to speak now. His eyes get watery. There is no way Byakuya is afraid of a butterfly, it must be another reason…
“I- I can’t believe it… I thought…” he stutters, and you see a little tear falling from the corner of his eye to his cheek. “Captain…?” you whisper, tilting your head to see what’s going on.
The butterfly flies away and posses this time on the crown of your head. Byakuya follows it and finally lands his eyes on you. “Why are you crying, Byakuya-sama?” you ask, calling him for his name instead of captain. But Byakuya never answers, and instead he hugs you tightly.
The butterfly flies away, far, far away into the sky scaping from the little opening the glass ceiling has. “Thank you, Hisana…” he mumbles, and hugs you even harder. The warm embrace of his arms feels so caring and freeing, and soon you remember all butterflies bring messages from your loved ones…
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