A/N: This is the last fic with Shunsui's name misspelt... This is one of my personal favourites from the event! :)
πΈ Byakuya & Shunsui w/Son!Reader | Bankai before Shikai HCs πΈ
βSmall spoilers for the mention of Azashiro in the novel.β
Requested by: @lufenianwol
Note: Requests aren't open, but will be at a later date.
It struck him as peculiar for his son to gain his bankai before ever achieving his shikai, yet he knew it wasn't impossible. After all, he knew that Azashiro achieved his bankai without ever gaining a shikai. Still, he found it rather strange at first, but he couldn't deny how unique it made his child out to be. Everyone gushed over the fact that you achieved your bankai first, and as much as you might have enjoyed the attention, you knew this would only make training and fighting a bit tougher for you.
It was more tedious than anything to have to fight without a shikai. Your bankai was always your last resort, however, Byakuya knew this and often had you train alongside him to further your capabilities. He knew better than anyone that a shinigami shouldn't depend solely on their bankai, and so he devoted his free time to helping you to at least try and gain your shikai. It wasn't easy, but these things never were, and your father wasn't the same man he used to be.
Byakuya was a lot more understanding of your situation than you thought, but he also didn't see you as any less for not having a shikai. He also didn't work you to the bone during training. He took things at your pace, and would oftentimes include Renji in the training sessions.
Now, some would call your father a bit overprotective for this, but he grew worried ever since a mission to the World of the Living ended up with you badly injured. He felt awful when you told him it was because you tried to not rely on your bankai as much, to which Byakuya told you to forget he ever said such a thing. That if you need to use it, use it without hesitation. Your life and well-being mattered more to him than restraining yourself like that.
Other shinigami have resorted to nicknaming you "the second Azashiro", but you don't care. Byakuya does, though, and such a silly thing is immediately put to a stop.
If you ever do gain your shikai, your father will sport a smile so proud that it would definitely be the talk of the barracks. However, if you never obtain a shikai, that's okay, too. Byakuya won't ever see you as weak or anything different. He could never think of such a thing with his son. If you still wish to continue training to not rely on your bankai, he'll happily do so.
His son achieved his bankai before his shikai? He's surprised. Very, very surprised, but no sweat. He knows the same thing occurred with Azashiro, especially since that man never achieved a shikai in the end. That just makes you special in his eyes. Now, Shunsui obviously knows the little complications that come with not having a shikai, as well as what can happen when a shinigami relies too much on their bankai. He'd pull a Byakuya and try to train you. Emphasis on try.
It's not that it's difficult, but he can see how bored you get training each and every day with him. As much as he knows it'll make you stronger, he can't bear to see you unhappy like this. So, instead of training you to unlock your shikai, he'll just focus on improving your basic swordsmanship skills as well as your bankai. Shikai be damned at that point.
You're the talk of the Soul Society, though. People are even comparing you to the still imprisoned Azashiro, and you don't care. Neither does your dad with his little carefree personality. Sure, you don't have a shikai like that man, but that doesn't mean you're going to be like him.
Shunsui does get a little concerned when you're on certain missions, though, but you always come back with little to no injuries. For anyone who ever doubted you and your strength, because it certainly was never your father, you prove yourself each and every time. It puts a proud smile on your old man's face. To the point where he always has to brag about you. Nanao never hears the end of it.
He knows you don't need a shikai. Honestly, not with how strong you are now. Though if you ever do get one? He'd be THE proudest dad. Might even bust out a good bottle of sake for such an occasion. Though if you never get your shikai? That's fine, too. Shunsui knows these things take time. That or your ZanpakutΕ is quite the stubborn one.
Either way, he won't ever see you any different than him or the other shinigami. He also won't take any slander to your name on that, either, and will always bring up the fact that it's the same as shinigami not achieving their bankai. Your old man will always have your back on this.
thinking about teen! nanami who looked at you with heart eyes when you both walked around the hallways of the busy school you went to, his heart fluttered at even the slightest nudge you'd give him. you were a little oblivious, but that didn't stop teen! nanami from repeatedly throwing hints and trying his best to get attention from you. especially when you walked down your driveway outside your house when he picked you up for promβ you had thought it was a friendly gesture. he took your hand in his, as teen! nanami danced with you in the hall, his face lit up as he twirled you around.
and finally, teen! nanami who watched you walk down the isle 15 years later, you still looked as beautiful as ever. stunning, majestic and he couldn't take his eyes off you. as you both said your vows, he couldn't help but rememberβ teen! nanami who thought it was a small, simple crush. now, adult! nanami was with you forever.
requested by an anon.
They just don't get it.
βgod, heβs just soβ¦ugh fuckβ¦you know?β you curse through gritted teeth, hands held before you in a choking motion.
jayce stares at you from across the room, brows furrowed in confused concern. βI-β
βitβs like he does it on purpose. he knows what heβs doing when he walks in all good morning lΓ‘sko, how did you sleep?β you voice drops a few octaves as you imitate your lab partner. βitβs infuriating, i just want to grab him and shake him but iβm scared heβs gonna break.β
βhey, maybe-β jayce unsuccessfully tries to pipe up again.
βand i get it, itβs not appropriate but itβs either gonna end with me kissing or choking him out next time because i canβt do it anymore.β your rant ends with a huff as you drop your head to the table on defeat.
βyou can kiss or choke me, either way i donβt mind but please, do not be gentleβ the accustomed accent floats through the room and you feel the weight of the universe crash down upon you at the realisation viktor had heard everything. βi will not break but iβm touched to know you are concerned.β
you feel a hand brush against your shoulder as he passes, the familiar patter of his footsteps and cane simultaneously calming and quickening your pulse. the heat of his body warms your bare arm as he leans over, lips now at the shell of your ear. βgood morning lΓ‘sko, how did you sleep?β
found family; with sae itoshi
imagine volunteering at japan's u20 working a small job but unintentionally becoming friends with SAE ITOSHI... no, not having the usual equal respect and companionship, or expectant friends to lovers. you're the same age as his little brother, so he oddly treats you like a little sister. the weird thing? he's so nonchalant about it.
"excuse me, but they're confirming if you wanted a red or white zip up again..." twiddling with your fingers softly before pointing to your pushy bosses, you seem to be making good friends with the floor while speaking to a famous, pro-league, good-looking but mean soccer player (sae itoshi). your classmates were all practically screaming at how lucky you were to secure volunteer service in professional sports, in professional soccer. i mean, the card collecter boys in your class were practically feining, asking you for autographs and other stupid favours. maybe you could ask for a picture, yeahβyou were definitely going to ask sae itoshi for a picture, but that thought was soon dispersed at the man's dismisive tone. "white is fine," the midfielder curtly replies, with a straight face and one hand planted on the side of his hip. "how old are you?" he looks down at you with the world's most unreadable gaze and ridiculously long lower lashes, "sixteen." you reply, finally facing him. "oh," sae dryly responds, that bored look in his eyes in never, "you're about the same age as my little brother."
oh!
"[name], come here." sae itoshi murmurs, laying flat on the floor in the middle of the training center, you look around the empty facility at five in the morning, confirming if he was even POSSIBLY speaking to you again. "yeah?" he tuts on the floor, lifting a muscled leg in your field of vision, "i need help stretching, pull on my leg."
your eyes scan hesitantly over the dangling cleat, before your hands lock around his ankle, attempting to pull and soothe his strange stretching, though definitely failing. why was the midfielder so heavy? he wasn't even trying to make this easier by at least slightly lifting himself. "you're bad at this, not even lukewarm." he'd say, though his tone didn't show any real frustation or intended offense. instead, cerulean eyes blow open when you pull a little too hard and hear something crack that most likely wasn't supposed to.
on other days, he'd pat your head and buy you a popsicle, two for the price of one was a better deal, anyway.
and on the day of japan's u20 verus blue lock's eleven, when RIN ITOSHI's piercing gaze catches the melting popsicle clutched in your hand and sae handing you a napkin, he freezes. his gaze softens in a way that doesn't melt away at the icy chambers of his heart, but instead softens and melts it wholly intead. that day, you were genuinely bewildered and confused that blue lock's number one gave you more dirty looks that day than any actual player on the field.
"your brother is scary," you mutter, causing the taller midfielder beside you perk up in interest. "he kept giving me death glares." sae rolls his eyes at the thought, "maybe he likes you, i dunno. he's in his rebillious phase." it truly made you, at your adolescent age, realise that sae itoshi's head was entirely hollow when not thinking about football. buuut, he buys you ice cream, so who really cares?
ββ β‘ πππππ ππππ, various. π©
α§πͺα§ π±ππ¬ ππ. ββ Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Ichigo Kurosaki, & Toshiro Hitsugaya!
iii. ππ ππππππ // 3/3 part of the animal s/o series!
πππππππ πππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ poor old man couldnβt keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasnβt risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldnβt say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldnβt say no to. While spending the day with him, youβll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§οΏΌ πππππππ your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldnβt verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. β "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!"Β
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ almost put him on his deathbed earlier than heβd expected because of your careless behavior. Heβd never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didnβt give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, youβll often come into his office and sit on his lap until heβs done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husbandβs office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didnβt even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "Iβm guessing youβre tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, letβs cuddle."
ππππππ ππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said. οΏΌ
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldnβt. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, thereβs nothing wrong with having a little fun.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. Heβs the only one who was able to make you blush. β "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "SβShinji!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ didnβt mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππ'π give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didnβt care at the moment; it was all Shinjiβs fault. "Whereβs that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Donβt give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "π said sorry. I didnβt mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look werenβt fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didnβt mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, heβs going to demolish that attitude of yours. "Iβll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didnβt want head-pats; you wanted something else. "Iβm sorry, pup, but we canβt do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but donβt make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "IβI wonβt."Β
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ perfect shoulder to lean on when youβre scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ pain in Shinjiβs chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasnβt right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "Whatβs wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his visionβthe noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; itβs all going to be okay. Iβm right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.
ππππππ ππππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks youβre getting out of control, heβll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute youβre jumping all over the place, and the next minute youβre nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasnβt going to let that happen again.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "π want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but donβt get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didnβt know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didnβt notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadnβt worn since he was fifteen. "You canβt keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you canβt even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldnβt be by your side every second of the day, but that didnβt stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didnβt know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because youβre part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ didnβt play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, heβd help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, heβll give you a kiss and a treat <3.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "Whatβs the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "EβErm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didnβt care about the attitude youβd gain when you were both alone. But if youβre in public, then itβs a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasnβt like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, heβll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππβππ really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didnβt give a damn. "Hmph, I donβt care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasnβt him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "IβI said I donβtβah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it werenβt for the wall holding you up, you wouldβve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didnβt mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "Itβs fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, Iβll make sure you forget how to walk."
πππππππ πππππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ πππ you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else heβs going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he canβt go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, heβll give you head pats and buy you food.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ said that Toshiro wouldnβt follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "ππππ are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "Theyβre having a staring contest. Theyβve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didnβt think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiroβs watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldnβt do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, youβve won, darling."
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ didnβt mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldnβt push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after youβre done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldnβt get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that heβs extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. β Β "Captain! Y/N said itβs not a big deal!" "Iβm going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ ππππ to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasnβt around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ couldnβt believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "TβToshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. Youβre the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiroβs cheeks turn pink. Even when youβre drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.
Β© gloryhrs, 052723. β notes and reblogs are appreciated! (β§ββ¦)
Finished the Viktor piece in time for his birthday!
Babe, listen
Your fic isnβt a flop, itβs a cult classic. Only the coolest freaks like it, donβt worry about it, itβs great.
βanri cares about the blue lock boysβ βanri is like a mother/sister figure to the blue lock boysβ βanri is kind to the blue lock boysβ meanwhile this is anri with kunigami:
SHE DOES NOTTTTT GAF ABOUT THEM π they are a means to an end for her!! obviously she doesnβt hate them and of course she was happy they beat the u20s but letβs think critically hereβ¦was she truly proud of them as people or was she just happy that the program wouldnβt be shut down??
the narrative (especially via her interactions with ego) treats anri as someone very naive and dumb, but blue lock and hiring ego were HER idea. everything that has happened to the boys is a direct consequence of HER actions, decisions, and dreams of japan winning a world cup. letβs not forget sheβs also only 3 years older than aiku, kaiser, and sendou β she has no interest in taking care of a bunch of insane high-school-aged soccer freaks, she literally just wants her country to win the wc because she herself is a soccer freak!!