A Bond Can Transcend
“Yo, Kurosaki,” Grimmjow called from his perch on the substitute soul-reaper’s open window sill, perfectly still and invisible to anyone with no spiritual capabilities. The blue haired ex-espada watches the way the orange haired male instantly turns and screeches at the sight of him. He raised up a hand and waved in greeting, brow arching as he let himself inside, naturally sitting against a fluffy, white pillow. Kurosaki is still as annoying as ever, a true child in the bigger picture but he was also human and Grimmjow needed… advice in a particular area. He hates not being experienced in this area, and he highly doubts Kurosaki has much more, but his humanity put him at a higher advantage and Grimmjow needed to spill his emotions somehow. He couldn’t continue to pretend that nothing bothered him; he couldn’t pretend that the thought of you being with someone else, married, tore away at what little he had to hold onto. The thought of you belonging to anyone else but him, smiling for anyone else or letting someone else get close to you, it just pissed him off even more and he felt like exploding and killing anything in sight.
“Jesus christ, Grimmjow, what do you want? I’m busy.” Kurosaki sighed, irritated as per his usual personality trait, hunched over his desk and scribbling furiously.
“It can wait, Kurosaki. I need your advice. And for the record, if you tell anyone that I came here to talk to you about this, I’ll kill-”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll kill me. Of course. Talk to me about what?” Ichigo sighed again, much less angry and more willing to listen as he stopped the motion of his hand and set down his pencil from the problem set before him. Sure, he was actually catching up on homework for once in his life with this chance to relax, but of course, someone from the soul society would need something from him. He just couldn’t escape it.
Silence.
Grimmjow doesn’t know what he was thinking, he couldn’t just go and talk about his emotions, he wasn’t human. He wasn’t built that way. The blue haired warrior frowned at the thought; maybe this is the reason she won’t love me. Maybe she could have someone willing to be honest with her the way I can’t be. Just for a moment, he thinks about how much better off she would be having someone open who could love her the right way; he could break her, tear her into pieces on accident. He could get angry once and it would be over, he was volatile and unstable despite her working so hard on fixing up his cracks and chipping.
But he does, honestly, truly, love her. He loves you so much he can’t stand it.
“What do I do about (y-)-” The black cat makes Grimmjow instantly growl as it dashed in through the open window and took purchase on the edge of the bed, curling up with ears perked up.
“So, we’re talking about (y/n)? My little sister, huh?” The arrival of Yoruichi isn’t welcome and it makes Grimmjow want to tear the mangy feline apart, but also- (y/n) probably wouldn’t love him if he did something like that… probably. And he couldn’t afford to lose you to something as trivial as killing someone.
“Apparently,” Ichigo chimed in with a shrug of his shoulders. He’s not used to these type of house calls, fighting off hollows, sure, but dealing with an ex-espada who was pining after a royal? Not a chance. And he doesn’t even understand why they work- but they just do? He’d met you multiple times because of Yoruichi and during those few moments of interaction, he realized how different you were from your sister. Where she was steely and sure of herself, you were sweet, gentle, and even tried to give the eldest Kurosaki and hug only for Grimmjow to growl and roar about killing him if he touched even an inch of you. It’s strange how much Grimmjow has changed because of you. He’s more approachable, still volatile, but only in moments where it’s truly warranted, like when someone has done something to try and harm you or gets too close. It’s almost as if he’s the only one who wants to be beside you and around you, kept close like your protector even if you don’t need one. And as Ichigo goes over this in his mind, he suddenly realizes that it’s exactly the same way he feels about her- the girl he could never survive without, back then and even now.
Grimmjow is in love with you. Once Ichigo realizes it for himself, he glances at the blue haired male sitting against his pillows with a small smirk of his own.
“Have you finally professed your love to her?” Yoruichi asks with a soft chuckle, still strange that as a cat, her voice is that of a deep male. Grimmjow instantly stares at her with narrowed eyes, lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth as a growl ripped through his mouth. Perhaps it was an issue between felines, Ichigo thought as he watched the exchange, fingers itching to get back to his assignment and maybe, not flunking out of his last year of high school. But it looked like an extremely real reality with people from the soul society continuously showing up out of nowhere just to ask him about love advice like he could give any. The fuck- he could barely open his mouth and tell her how he feels, hell, he still hasn’t and they’ve been side by side for years now as companions, friends, and his love couldn’t be any more obvious but she just.. She doesn’t see it. Doesn’t understand it. Grimmjow probably didn’t know how to tell you because he’s kind of an idiot?
“The only reason I don’t tear you to bits, woman, is because you’re her flesh and blood-” Grimmjow hissed in response, his brows settling low over his eyes. He didn’t like the extra company, even if Yoruichi could help him a lot more than Ichigo could.
“I take that as a no. You arrancar sure have a lot to learn. I suggest you hurry up and do it. She’s not going to be waiting forever with her wedding preparations underway-”
Wait, what?
Grimmjow instantly shifts closer, his eyes widening a fraction, growing wild. His thoughts are encased with confusion, but even more rage.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Wedding preparations? He’d never heard the term leave your mouth, never heard of these plans. Did it mean that you were willingly going to get married to someone? Were you really going to abandon him- no.. He shakes his head, setting the anger aside to try and think logically. You always said he was a hot head and you were right, but he had always ignored it because he was already pissed off. Case in point. But you wouldn’t leave him. You wouldn’t go away and leave him alone without a purpose again. You said you needed him. You said no one else could do this job as well, no one else could make you feel safe.
And Grimmjow is up on his feet in an instant, standing on Ichigo’s bed with one foot on the windowsill already. He couldn’t waste time asking questions when he can just go to you, the fixation of his dreams, of his reality, and ask you himself.
“Grimmjow, wai-” Ichigo started, but the sight of Grimmjow’s back makes it apparent that he won’t listen to reason and that you were in for a rude awakening once the ex-espada returned to the soul society. Sighing, Ichigo turned his gaze back to his assignment. He could give it up and go after his friend of sorts, or let the situation resolve itself on its own time.
He chose the later.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He questioned the black cat who lazed against his bed, stretched out with her eyes closed.
“Well, how else would I get him to man up already? (y/n) is a coward for not telling him in the first place. And he’s worse for letting there be any other option. Call me…, what is that fat child called, cupid?”
.x.
“Have you come to a decision yet, Lady (y/n)? You realize it is rude to keep a noble of such a high class waiting on your response. He is the third seat of squad six as well as a member of the Kuchiki clan.” One of the advisors spoke, his eyes drooping with old age. Again, there was another meeting to talk about the wedding preparations despite your silence on the matter. What could you say to appease them without suffering from their continued ridicule? You didn’t want to marry anyone… yet. And the only person you could see by your side and in your bed is Grimmjow. The only person you can picture yourself with is Grimmjow. And as much as you have fought on his behalf for him to be treated with respect from others, they would never agree to it. They may shun you for it, for falling in love.
“No, I apologize. I have been busy taking inventory of the household the way a Shihōin should. I have also begun looking into creating a task force of my own.” There were gasps of outrage and shock, and too many voices of old men and women voicing their sniveling opinions for you to hear a single thing clearly. Some commended you for taking your position more seriously while others called you too much of a child to be left to your own devices.
“We will continue deliberation on the creation of the task force. Another concern of ours is… what do you plan to do with your bodyguard if you are to be wed? Will we release him of his duty or perhaps send him somewhere where his… attitude and skill are better accepted and applicable? I believe the captain of squad 11 would not oppose the idea of receiving him.” That’s probably the real reason the marriage is an idea for them. They want to get rid of Grimmjow as soon as possible. Your advisors have been screeching at you to get rid of him since his first step into the soul society.
“I understand your concerns, but I assure you, he will remain by my side whether I wed or not. That is a direct order and I will not retract it.” When these words leave your mouth, you feel a light sensation in your chest that shifts down to encase your tattoo; it is the right answer, the right thing to do. If you let Grimmjow go, who would protect you? Who would give their entire being over to you? It’s not about control; controlling Grimmjow is the last thing you would ever want, and you don’t want to command every single one of his actions. You like- you love him the way he is and would want nothing more than to be with him. With all of his flaws intact, you just want to be held by him, you just want to wake up to his cerulean eyes, touch that striking blue hair as much as you please. And you have the inkling that he wouldn’t mind it as much, not after the last time…
But over the past few weeks, you realize that as your meetings with the nobles began to increase, your time with him only diminished more and more to the point where you haven’t seen him in what feels like months. And it’s not like… you’ve been avoiding him. That couldn’t be it-
You’ve been busy. The meetings are horribly draining and with you forming the task force under their noses, making sure that they understand your plans took up so much of your time. You always returned to your estate late, tired and drained of all of your energy. You didn’t have time to notice anything else around you, not even his obvious absence. How long had it been since he last sat outside your room, waiting on your beck and call? How long had it been since you fell asleep feeling anything else other than tired and worn out, weighed down by your duties and the sensation that you are being tugged in so many directions? You fell careless, and obtuse, unaware of where your guard was, even now. Some guard he must be to leave you alone like this, swallowed up by the oncoming wave of misery and longing-
“Perhaps I was mistaken,” You murmured to yourself as the false moon hung high in the sky; it was nothing compared to the real thing in the world of the living, but it would have to do until you could slither your way out of staying here for a while. The world of the living was such an interesting place full of colors, music, the clothing was fantastic, and the people were interesting to watch. Their emotional scale was much broader than the soul reapers and basic souls here and you were jealous of your sister for being able to go about between the two worlds as she pleased. If only she could just come back and take up her post again. You were humoring yourself. You didn’t want her to take the mantle back from you and make you out to be unfit. You deserved this, you worked so hard to be here in this position, and even if the old souls and nobles didn’t think of it, you were doing a wonderful job as head of your clan, the first house, the richest and brightest of them all.
Walking along the deserted path towards your estate, you hug your arms to yourself as a draft blows by, chilling you to the bone. It feels different from other cold nights, it feels so cold that as your breath escapes into the air, it’s a white puff of smoke. It wasn’t winter and Toshiro or Rukia had more self control over their powers to cause this change in the weather. Despite your better judgement telling you to leave it be or to leave it to another squad, something inside of you screamed in protest. You should see what this is, follow the thread of new energy and confront it to make sure it isn’t a threat against you and the people you care for. You may not be a squad captain, mostly because you didn’t want to be, but you were powerful and could hold your own with or without your slacking bodyguard. Veering off the worn path, you masked your noise and easily shunpo’d over to the strange reishi in the air.
The moment the blast of bright red energy shoots your way, your hands move at an unexplainable speed, producing a wordless kido shield of bright white rings that absorb the blast in a few moments. You aren’t sure where the red beam came from, but multiple shots instantly shoot at you through the darkness as various pairs of red eyes begin to form a half dome around you.
“What the-” Your wordless summoning proves effective against the energy rays as you absorb each shot while expanding the shield with one hand, reaching for your zanpakuto. The hilt eases into your hand like fingers reaching into a form fitting glove; it’s rare that you get to use your powers at all, especially with the backlash you had to overcome during your time in the academy. Your zanpakuto is rather unorthodox when compared to the other ones held by captains and lieutenants. With your power came a sacrifice, a payment of sorts. Blood to spill the blood of others. Your branch still found it horrifying to know that your Zanpakuto, Bloodrein, could cost you so much. But it was a cost you were more than willing to pay. Disintegrating your shield for a moment, you pulled your sword from its sheath, using the thumb of your right hand to run it against the sharp blade. The touch of your blood causes the sword to glow a hot red.
“Bleed out thy enemy, Bloodrein,” You murmur. Your sword shudders as you strike against the air once before pushing it back into its sheath; your energy extends through the air with the blood sacrifice and the red claws appear, large and jagged as they strike through the air to tear through the unseen enemy in quick succession. Your bankai is forbidden because the amount of blood necessary to bring it forth could cost a life. Maybe two. Arching a brow at how easy it was to defeat the enemy, you do something only a fool would.
You turn your back on the seemingly defeated enemy.
You dodge the oncoming barrage but the claws take you by surprise, tearing down your back and into the deep purple kimono you adjourned for the day. You jump to the left, landing on top of the roof of an abandoned work station. Everyone had turned in for the night in this part of the Soul Society, and no one would expect an attack so close to your estate. No soul would dare. Then who the fuck was this? You aren’t terrified, not yet.
.x.
Grimmjow returned in the cover of darkness, just as the alarms began to ring that an unknown number of enemies had infiltrated the Seireitei and that there were casualties and injured men and women scattered about. The squad four barracks had been converted into a larger hospital wing and they were actively running around and carrying injured soldiers and souls alike. Grimmjow feeds off of caos, revels in the spilling of battle and war, but for the first time in his existence, the stench of blood does not excite him. His first thought is that of anxiety and failure because he had not been here to protect you.
“What if-” Before the thought can fully reach fruition, the ex-espada crushes it into dust and takes off in the direction of your estate and his home, the anxious sensation in his chest only expanding at the idea of you battling anyone by yourself. He is aware of the power you possess and knows that you can take care of yourself, but there is this sinking feeling in the pit of his chest that you are in grave danger and Grimmjow has never been one to doubt his instincts. Hand on the sheath of his zanpakuto, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding medical soul reapers and moving as swiftly as possible.
As he jumped on the roof of a building closer to the estate, the acute stench of blood met his trained nose and he instantly knew that you were bleeding close by and by how potent the smell was, your wounds were serious. Veering off the worn path, he could sense your reishi growing closer and closer, his form breaking through a group of trees to a small clearing and meets a grotesque sight. The bodies of large hollows litter the ground, piling up past the tallest tree in the clearing, their bodies torn to shreds and large chunks. The red eyes are everywhere in the clearing, jeering at the sole figure in the center, some laughing at her wounds while other threaten to drink her blood for her power.
“We’ve come to take you, (y/n). Your powers are enough to give us the power we need,” One started, his words hissing and slurring into one another. Another began when he finished and Grimmjow took a step closer as you rebalanced yourself, zanpakuto at the ready.
“We’ve been watching you, waiting until you were all alone to attack. Without your precious bodyguard, you’re an easy target.” Grimmjow knows it’s a bluff, a lie to deplete her belief in her abilities. By the amount of bodies littering the ground, he knows that she is too powerful for them to ever overcome if not for their sheer numbers.
“So you were waiting for me to leave to attack her?” He called out into the darkness, catching her and the rest of the hollows by surprise. A few whispered frightful thoughts of dying and escaping now while she kept her back turned to him, refusing to make the same mistake of turning her back on them when she assumed there was only one to take care of.
“I’m going to make you regret the day you were born.” He feels the energy, the power, rush through his body, the high of bloodlust filling him up wholly. Before she can scream at him to stop, that she can handle it, he’s already dashing past her, slicing through enemies with his claws and no plan to stop. He releases all of the pent of rage inside, anger at you for your omissions, disgust in himself for keeping his distance and leaving his post without thinking about the potential for you being in danger. And he was especially fucking mad about these weaklings thinking they had the power to take you away from him. Well, he would soon teach them a lesson they would take with them to the grave.
Zanpakuto in one hand, Grimmjow reached out the other with his palm facing the hollows rushing towards him and his charge, firing off a cero that covered the entire terrain, intent on killing them all as quickly as possible so that he could take a look at your wounds and get you to the squad four barracks. Their screams are music to his ears, his blood pulsing so quickly that he’s thinking too fast, too much, too intent on killing them all. The cero destroys them as well as the very grass beneath their disintegrated remains; when he’s sure that no more are lurking in the shadows, he turns and is by your side in an instant.
You were standing, but at the sight of him covered in so much blood, new shihakusho tattered and in shreds, you could feel all of your remaining strength leaving your body now that the threat was gone. You drop your zanpakuto, the blade instantly going back into its idle form, and drop to your knees, losing all feeling in them. A demon had torn at your left leg so badly that even now, blood still spilled from the wound. Heaving out a wet breath, you didn’t fight it when Grimmjow caught you, your vision beginning to grow spotty. Even in the pale, false moon, you can see his hair glowing brightly, the light source allowing you to see the distraught expression on his face. It’s new to you, to have him staring at you as if you’ve just broken his very heart if he had one.
“Stupid woman,” He began, voice quiet, unable to speak with the angry tone that you’re use to, “Why didn’t you call for me the minute you were in danger? Why did you fight alone?” Concern. He is concerned for your safety and your wounds and maybe your life to. You are surprised yet again at how easily you can tell how he feels from his voice alone. His walls have never been more loose and lowered now. The spots in your vision make it hard to completely see his face, but you do your best to put this to memory as well. The first time he looked like something other than angry or enraged.
It’s the first time he looked like a true soul.
“T-Thought I should s-see what was wrong… thought I c-could handle it on my o-own.. You w-were gone… left me a-alone,” You try to convey your accusation but the words are slurred and stopped when you cough up blood. Everything is… fuzzy… tilting… you slowly shake your head to try and make it revert back.
“I should’ve been here to protect you. I failed.” He said quietly, more to himself than to her, reaching for her zanpakuto to return it to its sheath and doing the same to his own before he can carefully lift you up, the warm blood from the slices on your back dripping onto his arms. Even with blood all over your pretty kimono and the slight closing of your eyes, there’s a smile on your face from having him so close to you, holding you to carry you to safety. You haven’t felt his touch in weeks, haven’t had him near you for so long… you missed him. With all of the dizziness in your head, your mouth is more talkative than it should be. Your blood loss was severe, but you continued to talk to try and keep yourself awake.
“W-Where have you been? M-Missed you…Stupidass” You slur, turning your head away to stare out into the distance, “H-Haven’t seen you in a while, G-Grim.” Your words make his guilt grow and settle on his shoulders. The emptiness inside of him is suddenly full of it, and he feels like choking on regret.
“You’re the one who’s been making wedding preparations behind my back. All of your meetings kept running longer and longer so I didn’t think you would notice that I was gone. You said yourself that if you get married, then you probably wouldn’t need me as a bodyguard.” The anger at that situation is miniscule in comparison to his concern over you now and the logical side of his brain is calling him an asshole for sulking over it when he swore to protect you no matter what. It went beyond his pettiness at some unknown male that you may or may not-
“I.. Sorry,” You easily mumble, your eyes closing fully. Nothing is making sense in your brain anymore except the conversation and you find yourself saying one last thing before the darkness swallows you whole, “d-didn’t know how to tell you.. Don’t want to m-marry him.. Made the preparations for… us.” He arrived to the barracks a few moments later, screaming at anyone who would listen that if you died, so would they.
.x.
The Soul Society went into an uproar once the nefarious plan of the hollows came to light. They had been planning the assault under a former espada who still lived on Los Noches undetected, his planning done in the dark so that no one would know that you were the intended target. As many wounds as you sustained, your healer would soon learn that most of it was self inflicted to stave off the growing onslaught of hollows that attacked you in sheer numbers, although the attacks they managed to hit did severe damage to your internal organs and nearly broke your spine in five places. The idea that hollows could infiltrate and attempt to steal the leader of the first branch in the Seireitei was met with public outcry at better parameters and safety measures for the protection of royals, but the fact that you defeated most of them before Grimmjow arrived spoke to your ability and skill. Still, the old geezers still had concerns about your safety due to your high volume of injuries and questioned Grimmjow’s ability to do his job since he had been absent when you were initially attacked.
So, it was safe to say that everything grew very hectic. They continued to push for the wedding to happen to bring two of the main houses together with the idea of more prestige and “protection” for you, but you learned while in the hospital, that the suitor had mysteriously backed out of it. It mattered very little to you and you were grateful to whatever force that decided you didn’t need to be the one to break things off. You handled affairs from the hospital wing while your elder brother spearheaded internal meetings and taking care of the formation of your task force.
You hadn’t seen Grimmjow since the first day you woke up, groggy, disoriented, and in pain. You could barely speak because of it and a precarious cut against your throat, and he chose not to fling any outrageous insults at you, which was something you hadn’t expected. He sat with you, quiet, a thoughtful look on his face when he would glance at you ever so often. It was as if he had something on his mind that he wanted to ask you, but couldn’t find the words to form it. It left you desiring the sound of his voice, even if it was to rightfully reprimand you for doing something so dangerous like going off on your own with no backup. It was foolish and stupid and you already felt bad about thinking you could be the hero when it could’ve cost you everything. You wanted to talk to him about what you could’ve said to him right before you passed out because you couldn’t remember any of it.
“You know, he isn’t going to come back faster by you staring out the window like that,” The familiar teasing voice of your elder sister makes your head snap in the direction of the entrance, her form a welcomed sight. You rasp out a soft welcome, eyes bright once more.
“Oh s-stop it, Yuro. I don’t k-know what you mean.”
“And you’re a still a terrible liar, little sister. But I’m glad to see you’re healing well and I wanted to talk to you about something.” You nod your head and she ventures close to take the single seat by your bed.
“Well, first, that I’m so proud of the way you handled yourself.. I know that you’re old enough to take care of yourself but you’ve always been the soft one in our family. You needed so much care as a child that both me and your older brother just never stopped to let you grow on your own. Your zanpakuto is dangerous, but it is also special and a part of you, the same way that tattoo on your chest is. No matter what the other nobles or council say, you are the head of this family, you have rightfully earned it, and you deserve to be respected and loved. You are a strong soul reaper and you will only get stronger the more time you spend training your body, mind, and spirit. But also, your heart, (y/n). Being dishonest with yourself will only make it harder to progress, and I think we both know what I’m talking about here.”
Yoruichi has always had the power to make you feel safe. She didn’t let anyone mistreat you or speak badly of you in any way, always advocated for you to have the right to lead the branch you saw fit instead of all of the counseling by the nobles like you were using training wheels. And now she made you feel something that you had never truly felt before. The nobles always broke you down with their comparing, pointing out flaws in your rule while Yoruichi had been flawless. But now Yoruichi herself had said that you deserved to rule the way you wanted, not be ruled by those who wished to control you. At the same time, she also told you to follow your heart the same way she did when she left to follow Yusuke. Reaching over, she gently strokes her fingers through your hair the same way she did when you were a mere child.
“T-Thank you, sister.. Thank you so much. I think I know what to do now.” She nodded and withdrew her head, a sly grin shifting onto her face.
“Good, because he’s coming in the second I leave. Good luck~” You would’ve screamed at her if not for the inability to talk loud enough. True to her word, when she leaves, your blue haired ex-espada stalks in, his eyes hooded and his hands in the pocket of his black shihakusho.
“N-Not the white today?” You called out softly in greeting, brow arching in question at his getup. You knew for a fact that he hated wearing it and you remember the newest one being destroyed beyond recognition by the enemy and your blood. He released a tch from between his teeth and stepped closer to you, walking close enough to tower over you, the sliver of his chest revealed warming your cheeks.
“I was lazy and your prissy servants gave me another one. When can you leave?” His response is spoken through clenched teeth and you can tell that he’s trying his best to be civil at least.
“S-Six weeks. W-Why? Are you ready to get back t-to my l-long meetings?” Your attempt at teasing falls flat when he doesn’t even crack a smile; he just stares at you before looking away.
“No. Yoruichi, Rangiku, Rukia, Orihime, and Nanao needed to know how long they have to plan our wedding.” Excuse me- what? The sentence makes your stomach twist up into a nervous knot and Grimmjow can tell, his eyes glancing at you to take in your expression. His eyebrow twitches as his upper lip began to curl.
“Don’t look at me like that. You said you were preparing this wedding for us, remember? And since your dumbass can’t do it. They took over to make it happen.” But-
“That’s- b-but how did you know? W-Who told you? What in the-”
“You did, moron. And I said yes before you passed out from losing so much blood. So we’re getting married and there ain’t shit you can do to stop it from happening-” He swallowed down another remark before continuing, “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
Why would you? The flush of your cheeks expands and you cough softly to try and hold back the nerves. You realize that you must have spilled your guts in those moments before passing out, thinking you were going to die and never see him again. And now that he was here before you, you couldn’t even get out the words that kept getting stuck in your throat every time you looked at that pissy expression on his face.
“I- it’s n-not that- I, um, b-but you-” You don’t love me. It’s the one thing you can’t seem to say. How could he love you? You are just a royal brat who bit off more than she could chew, always trying to prove she can do it when in this case, it could’ve easily cost you your life and almost did. You can’t comprehend why he would actively want to marry you unless it was just a way to keep you from marrying someone else. Yes, that had to be it, right? Right?
“Stupid.” Letting his annoyance get the better of him, Grimmjow decided on the surefire way to make you realize his true feelings without having to voice them. Hunching over, his calloused fingers reached for your face, gently pushing your head up by a grasp at your chin. He forces you to stare at him, captivated by your (e/c) eyes and the flush of your cheeks that he can subtly make out. He can see the panic in your eyes and hopes that this will put it to rest. Leaning down, Grimmjow squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips to yours in a kiss long overdue. At first you are frozen solid, unmoving, but from a small nip at your lip by his sharp canines, you find your lips returning the sensation, your head inclining more to get a better feel from the soft mouth pressed against your own. Once he has your reaction, Grimmjow can’t help the way his mouth turns bruising, teeth biting at your lip enough to draw blood, the pain and pleasure a complex meld of sensation and lust all bottled into one mere kiss. Your tongue boldy swipes against his canine, drawing blood as it plunges into his mouth. The taste of your blood in his mouth draws a soft noise from the back of his throat, his lips easing away for fear of doing something he knows your body isn’t ready for no matter how much he wanted to ravage you.
“Get it?” He panted out softly, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the dazed look on your face. You can do nothing but nod obediently, no more fight left in you from your injuries and a kiss that has your mind, “You’re mine.” His admission and possession are more than enough for you, your heart suddenly full of what resembled hope.
“You’re right,” You agreed, a soft smile curling along your lips as you reached for the tie to your hospital robe, prepared to reveal the one thing you had always kept from him, the symbol that tied the two of you together since the beginning of time, “I am.”
In the end, your Bodyguard became your petulant husband and the second leader of the house of Shihōin despite the uproar from those who saw it unfit, but also a complete pain in the ass that continued to pick fights with anyone who stared at your growing stomach for too long.
Some things never change.