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[akashis-waifu]

Excerpt from "Perfect Counter"

Chapter 4 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, enemies-to-old married couple, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, slow burn, political intrigue

MAKING a beeline to Shutara Palace, you seek Senjumaru for assistance to return to your body. However, as expected, the General of the North receives you with cold indignation, given that you are currently inhabiting the body of whom she defined as evil incarnate.

Standing between the towering gates of her palace, Senjumaru looms over you, while you stand warily on the stairway to her domain—a picture that doesn’t quite fit the renowned war criminal.

“I do not recall extending an invitation to you, Aizen Sousuke.”

The way she enunciates his name makes your borrowed skin prickle. You open your mouth to explain, but her mechanical limbs twitch—the silken threads of her loom instantly tensing like drawn bowstrings. 

A silent warning: One wrong move, and you'll find yourself embroidered into a wallpaper.

You curse internally but refuse to be intimidated. Although the urge to chastise her unprovoked hostility towards Aizen almost overwhelms you, you understand that aggravating the strongest Royal Guard is not the smartest move to make. Instead, you opt to address the main problem.

“Senjumaru, it’s me, Hana. I know you wo—”

Maybe starting off with her given name was a mistake because the next thing you knew, multiple golden needles have appeared around you, threatening to tear you to pieces.

“Watch your words. I remember telling you not to refer to me and, especially, the Soul King so casually,” she warns, her voice dripping with murderous intent. “Don’t test me.”

You study Senjumaru before releasing a frustrated sigh. 

If you were in your body, those needles would be effortlessly absorbed the moment it touches your skin. And Aizen? That man can destroy a meteor with his eyes closed.

But your opponent is not some random Shinigami. This is Shutara Senjumaru, the new Captain of the Zero Division.

I guess, "To see is to believe," huh?

Unable to use your Absorption ability, you switch to your next signature move: Reishi Manipulation. With a subtle flick of his wrist, you seize the spiritual energy around Senjumaru, intending to gently restrain her. However—

A deafening blast echoes through the air when Senjumaru is sent flying backwards, crashing through tapestries of silk and satin, and into her own palace. 

Oh.

Oh, no.

Sweat rolls down your temple at your delayed realization.

Aizen doesn’t simply wield spiritual energy—he dominates it. While you, having been accustomed to delicately weaving spiritual particles due to your lack of innate energy, lost control and punched a Royal Guard with the strength of a speeding train.

When Senjumaru walks out of the wreckage, her eyes glow with bone-chilling rage.

Perhaps locking yourself up in Muken would be safer than staying in the Palace.

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[akashis-waifu]

Excerpt from "Emotional Damage Animal" (2)

Chapter 5 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, SLOW BURN, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, political intrigue

YOU take a moment to properly examine yourself. Draped in a black kimono you rarely wear, your aura feels different. What was once merely reserved now carries a dangerous edge. Regardless, you are thankful to find yourself in a pristine condition.

…Wait.

Color drains from your face at the realization.

“You... actually took a bath?”

Despite having read your thoughts, he answers nonchalantly, though a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes. “That goes without saying. I made sure to clean every nook and cranny.”

You slowly step back in disbelief before hollering. The sound of the renowned Aizen Sousuke throwing a fit should have shaken mountains, but it only sounds moronic in your version.

“P—Pervert! How dare you touch my body!”

“I fail to see the issue here. Maintaining good hygiene is hardly optional.”

You gasp at his audacity. Appalled yet unfortunately incapable of refuting, you helplessly point at him. “Enough! Just… return my body to me!”

Aizen lets your outburst pass without much of a fuss. Raising both arms, he opens them widely.

You watch him, dumbfounded. “What? Are you about to say, ‘Welcome back to my Soul Society’, or something?”

He chuckles. “Once we embrace each other, our bodies will revert back to normal.”

Your distrust is blatant as you squint at him. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have a better suggestion then?”

Obviously, you don’t.

With an annoyed huff, you step forward and close the distance between you.

Now standing directly in front of your own body, you realize the difference in your height. The top of your head barely reaches his shoulder. You are practically a gnome next to the man.

No wonder he never takes me seriously.

Hesitantly, you wrap his arms around your small shoulders. Then—

In a blink of an eye, you are back in your body. At the same time, the seals limiting both of your abilities dissolve in thin air.

Just as you begin to pull away, Aizen suddenly moves. His left arm slides around your waist, while his right hand presses your head against his chest.

“H-Hey—!”

“Although being inside you was delightful,” he says, unfazed by your attempts to escape, handling you as if you are but a temperamental cat, “I must admit that I prefer holding you like this.”

“Phrasing,” you mutter with a scowl.

Still, you eventually find yourself returning his embrace, albeit hesitantly. Touch-deprived as you are, you cannot deny the comfort that his warmth brings. After all, given the fatality of your Absorption ability, Aizen is the only one in the entire Three Realms who can hold you.

Pleased with your acquiescence, Aizen chuckles. He leisurely rests his chin atop your head and enjoys the intimacy that you two rarely share.

“You're unusually quiet,” he mutters against your hair with a smirk. “Are you enjoying this?” 

Grumbling, you respond with the most unhinged answer known to mankind:

“I'm trying not to breathe. You stink.”

[akashis-waifu]

Excerpt from "Emotional Damage Animal"

Chapter 5 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, SLOW BURN, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, political intrigue, Kyōka Suigetsu tells you to Embrace the Cringe

HUNDREDS of years ago, in Shino’o Academy—

Carried by the gentle breath of SPRING, cherry blossom petals danced in the air. A new academic year had just begun. The halls brimmed with excitement and hopeful chatter from students of all ages and social standing.

Amidst the bustling crowd walked Aizen Sousuke, alongside his classmates: Nakano Yoshiyuki, the adopted son of a modest noble family under the Tsunayashiro domain, and Tsunayashiro Kakyo, betrothed to a nobleman of that same illustrious house.

“Man, I’m hungry!” Nakano groaned and rubbed his aching stomach. “That welcome speech lasted longer than it should have. How many nights did the Old Man write that thing?”

“Stop referring to the headmaster as an old man. If a teacher hears you, you will be summoned to the office,” scolded Aizen while adjusting his thick-framed glasses.

Beside them, Kakyo observed the other students with a contented smile. “I’ve heard there are quite a number of promising talents among the freshmen. I look forward to meeting them.”

“Oh, right! Now that we’re seniors, we’ll have to—”

Nakano was interrupted by a sudden disturbance.

When the three looked ahead, they found a small crowd forming with four figures at the center: three female freshmen, and a lone, familiar male senior.

“Listen up, Gorilla face. We saw what we saw.” Sarugaki Hiyori snarled, her bravery and indomitable spirit uncontained by her petite figure.

“You lifted her skirt, whistled like the pervert you are, and laughed like a fucking dog.” She took a step forward and cracked her knuckles. “So how about you apologize before I slam ‘yer face into the wall?”

Beside her stood Yadomaru Lisa, the target of the incident, wearing a hakama that resembled a pleated skirt from the Human World. And then there was you, an unfortunate passing-by introvert who had been dragged into the mess.

“What, jealous like this plain Jane over here?” The gorilla sneered, jerking his chin towards you. “C’mere. I’ll embrace all of you.”

Just earlier—

Walking directly behind Lisa, you had the misfortune of witnessing firsthand the blatant harassment of your senior. Shy you may have been, but your sense of justice could not allow such behavior to go unpunished.

You stood up for Lisa and confronted the man. However, as if smelling your fear, he cackled and insulted your appearance—calling your low twin tails and bare face miserable. It was then that Hiyori stepped in.

Lisa scoffed. “Ya seriously think you’re hot stuff? Give ‘yerself a reality check and take a good look in the mirror.”

“Whoa, those kids have guts!”

Nakano laughed before glancing at Kakyo. “Hey, that is the same guy who used to bother you back in second year, right?”

Kakyo nodded. The simple reminder of the man pestering her made her smile falter. “It honestly surprises me that he made it to sixth year, considering the number of complaints filed against him.”

Meanwhile, Aizen said nothing.

His attention had already shifted, drawn unflinchingly towards the quiet freshman lingering just behind her peers.

Small. Timid. On the verge of fainting like a startled squirrel.

And yet… steadfast on her stance.

“Ah, really? Then embrace this FIST!”

You gasped in horror when Hiyori launched herself into the air and punched the senior square in the face.

A deafening silence followed the sickening crack from his nose, before the corridor erupted in cheers.

“You crazy bitch!”

More students gathered around the four, encouraging the gorilla to retaliate and continue the spectacle.

“As satisfying as it is to see justice served,” Kakyo started with a small tremble in her voice, desperately fighting the urge to chuckle at the predicament of another, “violence is hardly the answer, ahem. Shall we step in—”

She was about to interfere when a teacher came rushing down from the opposite side of the hallway.

“Oh, shit. We’re running!”

Before you could react, Lisa grabbed your wrist then Hiyori's.

”Why would I run?” Hiyori protested, but not before blocking a hit from the man then returning it fourfold. “This bastard is the one who—hey!”

You glanced around in panic. “What do we do? The teacher saw—ah!”

Ignoring your protests, Lisa dragged the two of you away from the pandemonium that had ensued as frenzied students started fleeing from what you assumed to be a notoriously dangerous teacher.

The corridor dissolved into a blur of footsteps and noise.

And just as you had emerged from the crowd—

“Hana.”

You instinctively turned, your heart racing.

. . .

Only to find no one there.

[akashis-waifu]

Excerpt from "Damocles, Dreaming"

Chapter 6 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, political intrigue, body switch, animal transformation

THAT night, Aizen Sousuke dreamt. 

The dream was so unnervingly vivid that, for a fleeting moment, he believed himself to be reliving a memory. 

More than a century ago, beneath the dim glow of the crescent moon, Aizen happened upon a female Shinigami while patrolling the roads of Seireitei. Sand brown hair draped loosely over her shoulder, tied in a low ponytail so unassuming that no one would have guessed that she led one of the Five Great Noble Families.

“Good evening, Hirasaka-san.”

“Good evening... Lieutenant Aizen.” 

Your greeting lacked its usual warmth. Even in reverie, Aizen noticed easily.

He had always excelled at reading people. The smallest shift in expression, the slightest wavering in tone, even malice hidden beneath polite smiles—nothing escaped him. And you, despite your efforts to appear detached, had never been particularly adept at concealing your emotions. 

“I sense that something is bothering you,” he said gently. “Is this about Captain Urahara?”

You flinched at the mention of your former fiancé, now condemned as a traitor by Central 46 for conducting hollowfication experiments on his fellow captains and lieutenants. 

“Sorry...” you muttered, lowering your gaze. “I heard what he did to Captain Hirako. You must be feeling worse.”

Aizen observed you quietly before exhaling with practiced sorrow. “It is regrettable. We had always thought that we could trust Captain—no. Urahara Kisuke.”

An uncomfortable dead air enveloped the two of you.

How strange. Aizen could not remember the silence feeling so... oppressive.

Had he forgotten something? Did the strange stillness replace an exchange that he could no longer remember? No, that couldn’t—

“Lieutenant… May I ask what you were doing last night?” 

Aizen was momentarily surprised that he almost laughed.

No, he hadn't forgotten. Your blatant accusation of him reminded him of the amusement he felt a hundred years ago. You had always been earnest to a fault. So transparent, so naive.

So much so that you caused your own downfall.

“I see. You have heard the rumors as well.” He smiles meekly, appearing wounded for being wrongfully suspected. “I was burning the midnight oil in my quarters. Several squad members can attest to that.” 

Aizen awaited your response with anticipation. If his memory served him right, you would apologize and chastise yourself for doubting him. When, in truth, you were correct in your deduction that he framed Urahara.

However, your apology never came. Instead, silence descended once more—but, this time, it consumed everything. 

The evening breeze had vanished, the sound of life disappearing alongside it. The distant chatter from the barracks faded into a suffocating silence that Aizen could suddenly hear the dull pounding of his own heartbeat. 

His instincts sharpened instantly. Something was wrong.

He looked at you and found your face now obscured by a shadow.

“Why do you… lie?” 

Your voice sounded distorted. Like a Hollow. 

Oh.

Aizen finally understood. This was no dream.

It was a nightmare.

He opened his mouth to respond, intending to regain control, but no sound emerged. He instinctively gazed down and reached for his throat, when you suddenly appeared before him and wrapped your fingers around his neck.

“Why do you always lie? Is it amusing… making a fool out of me?”

The next instant, Aizen was slammed violently against the ground. 

“You framed Kisuke. Turned Lisa and Hiyori into Hollows.”

Your soft brown hair spilled across his visage as he stared up at you. Given your close proximity, Aizen could finally see you clearly.

“You feigned affection to infiltrate my family... And, once I fell for your trap, you intended to sacrifice me. Just like everyone else.”

At that moment, your expression was unsettingly... empty.

No grief, no fury.

No pain, no disappointment.

Nothing. You were like... a doll mimicking emotions it could not truly feel. 

With your fingers slowly but surely tightening around his airway, panix exploded through his body.

Dream or not, it had been a long time since Aizen last experienced primitive and unbridled fear. His lungs burned. Darkness slowly invaded his vision. 

Instinctively, he clawed at your wrists.

“Han—”

“I despise you.”

His blood turned cold. Not from the fear of death, but the simple realization that he could actually hear you saying those words. 

“A monster like you should have died a long time ago.”

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Excerpt from "Damocles, Dreaming (2)"

Chapter 7 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, political intrigue, body switch, animal transformation

AS you head towards Rukongai, the towering grey walls of the Research and Development Institute soon come into view. And, unfortunately, so does its captain.

“Well, well. If it isn't Hirasaka Hana.”

Kurotsuchi Mayuri addresses you the moment he emerges from the gates, his haori billowing in the wind as he welcomes you with open arms. “Have you finally come to your senses and decide to become my test subject?”

“I was just passing by,” you answer, fighting the urge to grimace.

You want nothing to do with the man. Aside from the fact that he is the only person who would fearlessly dissect a Great Noble, Kurotsuchi will probably catch on to Aizen’s disguise should your interaction drag on. Hence, the most reasonable course of action is to leave immediately.

“Then, if you’ll excuse me.”

Alas, Kurotsuchi has never been fazed by the discomfort of another. If anything, he takes great pleasure in it. Leaning towards you, his golden eyes eerily roll in separate directions before eventually locking onto you. 

“How... interesting.”

His words instantly make the hair on your nape stand. 

“Despite not wearing seals, you are able to roam freely without destroying everything and everyone around you.” He then glances at the raccoon beside you. Without warning, Kurotsuchi suddenly crouches down, and you almost knee him square in the face when you rush to shield Aizen.

“W–What are you doing?! You can't just touch someone's p–pet without permission!”

“Pet?” he repeats with an eyebrow raised, “I believe you meant an artificial creature specifically created to nullify your Absorption ability, yes?” The two of you then engage in a ridiculous peekaboo, with the captain persistently peeping side to side while you move to cover Aizen determinedly. “I can sense that it possesses spiritual energy… Was it made by Urahara Kisuke?"

As if offended, the raccoon growls.

“Oh!” Kurotsuchi lightens up at its reaction. “It seems to have a thought process of its own. Fascinating!”

Meanwhile, you use Kyōka Suigetsu to covertly reprimand Aizen. “Stop scoffing every time Kisuke is mentioned. People might catch on.”

“You say that as if there is a shortage of people who despise that man,” he retorts. As if proving his point, Kurotsuchi proceeds to ramble on how he will eventually surpass his former captain—and that, for some bizarre reason, he seems to believe that dissecting your pet is the key to achieving his goal. 

When he reaches for the raccoon again, you slap his hand away. 

“Please stop. I already told you, he is not for observation.”

Having had enough, you grab Aizen by his wrist and walk past Kurotsuchi. However, not one to be dismissed easily, he yanks the raccoon by its scuff—which, in reality, is him snatching Aizen by the back of his collar.

“Wha—?! Captain Kurotsuchi!”

You immediately wrestle against his hold but fail miserably. As expected of a captain, he's incredibly strong!

You then nervously glance at Aizen, who now looks like he is one second away from erasing the entire Twelfth Division from the map. In your desperation to stop him, you embrace his trunk to directly absorb his spiritual energy and avoid the worst case scenario. But Kurotsuchi, mistaking your action for resistance, contests by pulling the raccoon by its arms. 

“Get... your... hands... off him!” you grumble.

A group of researchers soon gathers at the entrance, watching their captain engage in an absurd standoff with a noblewoman. For those under Complete Hypnosis, the poor creature is now being stretched like rubber between you two—the scene undeniably comical, like fresh out of a sitcom. However, for you who is not hypnotized, the exchange is nothing but horrifying. After all, the man subjected to this ridiculous tug of war is no other than the War Criminal, Aizen Sousuke, himself. 

Intrigued by your aggression—something Kurotsuchi deems out of character for the infamous Rose Princess of the Hirasaka clan—he tightens his grip on your beloved pet.

“Your suspicious resistance only fuels my determination to study this creature!”

“If you have a death wish, go ahead!”

Growing annoyed at his unreasonable persistence, you absorb the spiritual particles of the floor beneath his right foot, causing him to lose balance and lean backwards. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you remove his hold on Aizen and rush past him—even harshly shoving the mad scientist to the side of the road in an act of pettiness.

The Twelfth Division gasps as Kurotsuchi Mayuri pathetically rolls on the ground and slams on the wall. 

"HIRASAKA HANA! You little—” His face twists in outrage as he scrambles to get up. The nerve of you to push him aside like garbage!

Thankfully, his lieutenant Akon and some other members stop him before he can chase after you.

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Excerpt from "Damocles, Dreaming (1)"

Chapter 6 of Beyond God and Evil (Aizen Sōsuke/Female Reader)

Canon-divergence set months after TYBW. Reader is the new Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough.

Tags: Romantic comedy, fluff and angst, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, banter as love language, mutual pining, immortality, political intrigue, body switch, animal transformation

DURING your investigation at the Aristocratic District, you picked up on a sinister aura within the Central Clinic.

The sensation was difficult to explain. It was undoubtedly malevolent, yet strangely not intimidating.

Your first instinct was to search for Yamada Seinosuke, the current head physician of the Central Clinic and your former senior at the Fourth Division, only to discover that he was nowhere to be found. Hence, you simply followed the lingering traces of that foul presence, which eventually led you somewhere achingly familiar:

The Fourth Division. Your former workplace that you once considered your second home.

The moment you and your raccoon step past the entrance gates, the atmosphere shifts. Officers start talking. Some foot soldiers step back in fear, while others watch in curiosity.

“What is she doing here…?”

“—the rumored Yoshiwara Executioner.”

“I heard she orchestrated the Tsunayashiro massacre. They claimed it was a plague, but everyone knows it was an assassination. She was probably the one who—”

“Watch your mouth. Do you want to end up in the Maggots Nest for making reckless accusations?”

Despite hearing every whispered gossip with painful clarity, you continue walking as if none of it reaches you. 

Aizen observes you quietly from the corner of his eye and finds your impassive expression unchanging. No hurt, annoyance, or guilt crosses your face. Your composure is unperturbed—too perfect, in fact, that he immediately realizes that it is a front.

Once inside the hospital, healers instinctively move aside to clear your path. A sight which Aizen finds ironic.

The Fourth Division condemned you for tarnishing their reputation, yet the most diabolical criminal in Soul Society had once stood at the very summit of their division.

Under different circumstances, he might have found the hypocrisy amusing. But the thought fades the moment your footsteps slows down.

Your golden eyes settle upon a familiar office—your former office—before it shifts towards the busy ward filled with patients (probably from the rowdy Eleventh Division), then to the bustling nurse station drowning in charts and unfinished paperwork, to the small pantry where healers slip in and out for fleeting moments of rest.

Without realizing it, your gaze turns into one of… longing. 

“Does it bother you?” The question escapes Aizen before he can stop it.

For the first time since entering the barracks, your facade visibly wavers. 

You almost pretend not to understand his question out of habit, but Aizen rarely concerns himself with others. The mere fact that he asked at all is already significant. Hence, instead of deflecting, you answer honestly.

“A little. I did spend the past few centuries here.”

Your response settles uncomfortably within his chest. Perhaps, he sympathizes more than he cares to admit.

“If you desire it,” he says after a brief silence, “I can cast Kyōka Suigetsu and make you look… like…” His words trail off as he examines you with misplaced focus, thoroughly contemplating which animal would suit you best.

“Like what?” you ask with a chuckle.

Aizen considers the matter with far more gravity than necessary. Eventually, he answers.

“A white stoat.”

“. . .”

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Currently stuck in a certain scene in AEOMG cuz my overthinking ass can't decide whether Kyōka Suigetsu works on cameras or not. Like, would it still take effect if someone is watching the "illusion" through a TV screen or something? (KS involves all senses, so "hypnosis" is the more accurate term to it, since "illusion" is usually visual-related).

But, regardless, does it work? 'Cause if not, then Urahara would've already thought of a counterplan to KS during the Winter War?

SO I GUESS IT WORKS THRU DEVICES? As long as the person already saw the activation before?