Between silver & iron

an aizen sousuke & ichimaru gin fanfic.

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A war one thousand years in the making. A system that has been broken for a millennium, with skeletons buried in its foundation. Two traitors reunited.

The opening salvo of the Blood War has wrought much change upon the Seireitei. Yamamoto Genryusei Shigekune has fallen before the Quincy King's sword. Yhwach has shattered the blade of Kurosaki Ichigo. A man thought dead for two years has returned from the grave, another has been pulled from his tomb encased in darkness without any knowing of the past twenty-four months.

There is only one person that the man newly anointed as Captain-Commander of the Gotei Thirteen Court Guard Squads will trust to hold the leash of Aizen Sousuke, infamous immortal traitor. But the bloodshed at the height of Deicide on the streets of Karakura Town has left an undeniable tension dwelling between divinity and viper. With Ichimaru Gin striding at his side once more, the course of the war is left to adapt to the lines of fate writ large by the pair.

Their dynamic may be enough to save the war --- or it may be enough to leave everything in devastation. But as they say ...

The most stable elements are found between silver and iron.

an aizen sousuke & ichimaru gin fanfiction.

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"We, as one: are not intertwined. As two: do not share the same form. Of the third: we simply don't have eyes. Of the fourth: we have no hope in that direction. At the fifth..."

v.

Where were you when I was curled up on the floor of that pale room of ours, covered in blood, thinking I’d die alone? The words didn’t leave Gin’s mouth, but the seething hurt of his aura was undeniable, a pained expression contorted with anger – a thinly veiled emotion. If Aizen was to pick at the scab of Gin’s worry, his anxieties about the sole two he cared for needing him, he’d best be prepared for the bloodshed that came from picking at such a large scab. And now, the consequences of Aizen’s careless words struck, slamming him into the nearest structure, half-collapsed as it was – the impact of the Muken prisoner’s body caused loose roof tiles to slide off into a clatter onto the ground. At the very least Gin hadn’t lashed out with so much power that Aizen went crashing through several obstacles. No, Gin kept the other man close, he didn’t want to disgrace whatever meagre trust Shunsui placed in him to keep Aizen on a leash.

But Gin was still fucking pissed enough to not let those words fly without a proper gut punch in response. Seething, he stood before Aizen with Shinso at his left, the empty white sleeve draped upon his right side swayed with the forward step Gin took, a hollow reminder.

“You’re only out here helpin’ now because they hauled your sulkin’ ass out from your lil timeout box. They need ya, Soul Society needs ya, but I don’t.” A stinging lie Gin willed to sound like truth, his nose snarled and his teeth showing with a bittered grin devoid of all mirth. A mask of armor raised in hopes of hiding the hurt he inflicted upon himself by speaking such words. “Think before openin’ your mouth at me again.”

... continue reading CHAPTER 5, THEREIN LIES THE HEART.

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— Bleach: TYBW Cour-3 - Teaser

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How do you feel about flashbacks in fic?

I like them, but I don't want them to detract from the present events of the fic

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I don't like flashbacks, but a prologue fic might be tasty...

Voting ended onOct 27, 2023

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You are allowed / to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up / to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together / to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out / You are not allowed / to save him.

iv.

Rain was dripping from the eaves, only noticeable when Shunsui listened for it. It was a steady drizzle outside, one of those misty clouded days when the clouds hung low in the skies above and banks of fog were left to march down the green banks of the mountainsides like flocks of mist-coated sheep that frolicked down the slopes to play in the valleys below. The greens were saturated into darker shades than the verdant emeralds and beryls they could become when the sun was in the skies above. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, Shunsui sometimes enjoyed days like this quite a bit. It seemed like the world would slow down and take a breather, encouraging folks to think longer, deeper thoughts and to willingly take things down to a far more casual level. They were excellent days, when the rain would pour over the lands and cascade in runnels of fluid from eaves and storm drains, filling up barrels and soaking the ground until the rich scent of petrichor seemed to waft into one's nose.

They were also days when his lover's illness might flare up for reasons related to his lungs... and what was housed there.

... continue reading CHAPTER 4, KAMIKAKE.

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You are allowed / to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up / to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together / to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out / You are not allowed / to save him.

iv.

Rain was dripping from the eaves, only noticeable when Shunsui listened for it. It was a steady drizzle outside, one of those misty clouded days when the clouds hung low in the skies above and banks of fog were left to march down the green banks of the mountainsides like flocks of mist-coated sheep that frolicked down the slopes to play in the valleys below. The greens were saturated into darker shades than the verdant emeralds and beryls they could become when the sun was in the skies above. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, Shunsui sometimes enjoyed days like this quite a bit. It seemed like the world would slow down and take a breather, encouraging folks to think longer, deeper thoughts and to willingly take things down to a far more casual level. They were excellent days, when the rain would pour over the lands and cascade in runnels of fluid from eaves and storm drains, filling up barrels and soaking the ground until the rich scent of petrichor seemed to waft into one's nose.

They were also days when his lover's illness might flare up for reasons related to his lungs... and what was housed there.

... continue reading CHAPTER 4, KAMIKAKE.

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真昼の月 / 真夜中の月

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By then I was used to silence. / Though something stretched between us / like a whisper, like a rope.

iii.

Death was not something unfamiliar to Aizen Sousuke.

He had learned of death at a young age, learned to avoid the rough men that tramped through the Eightieth district he had been born into; those were men who would think nothing twice of killing a young boy, of trampling him in the mud --- or of forcing themselves upon him. Quick as a bird he'd been as a boy, darting this way and that, protected to a degree because it remained known he belonged to Aizen Naoko, fruit of her womb. Children born of spirits were rare enough, never mind children produced by a woman who came from a brothel.

... continue reading CHAPTER 3, ON THE PRECIPICE.

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Paradoxically, intimacy is violence and it is destruction. / We cannot conceive of ultimate collapse in a way other than in love.

ii.

Gin remembered waking in a cold and sticky pool of his own blood, surrounded by walls of white, the room spinning around and around him whilst the sniveling sounds of some lesser Arrancar prickled at his senses. He relented back to that comfortable darkness. He hardly recalled the tedious and desperate moments prior, of heaving his broken body from that pile of rubble and crawling his way towards a sputtered Gargantua. Tumbling into the pale cold stone halls of a ruined Las Noches, Gin had retreated into the palace of stone akin to a wounded beast seeking shelter in the coverage of rock and cave. He remembered a bursting flame searing in his left palm and the distinct scent of burning flesh at his right, a scream that didn’t sound like his own, his throat ripped sore. He remembered stupidly fighting to live when every single atom of himself immediately regretted the notion.

... continue reading CHAPTER 2, THE UNFORGIVING DARK.

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It wasn’t about love / This is about violence.

i.

Yamamoto Shigekuni Genryusai had fallen.

The death knell that had been the fluctuation of his reiatsu staggering and then suddenly flickering out in a fashion which was for all the world like watching the last flickering wisps of a tongue of flame dancing upon the end of its wick. Swiftly, it reverberated throughout the entire world in the one singular moment when the old man had fallen beneath the sweeping cut of the enemy’s blade. The candle may have still borne a taper to it, a stoutness of body formed over the ages — but the guttering of its presence was sudden as a puff of wind cutting it off. With that occurrence, darkness rushed in to fill the void. In that moment, all that Shunsui knew was that the world as he had known it was over and gone. He had felt that shock, that jolting power suddenly rushing through him and over him before they had snuffed it out without so much as a warning.

... continue reading CHAPTER 1, AN EMPTY PYRE.