party favors! ft. gin ichimaru, sosuke aizen, and shinji hirako
silly little drabble inspired by this request from the lovely @temarcia (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) happy (one hour early where I am) birthday aizen!
Ever since he made Sosuke Aizen his target, Gin understood the kind of person he would have to become. He perfected the dance of deception, the callousness of killing, and maintained just enough of a personality to keep the Fifth Division Lieutenant interested — but not so anomalous as to cause concern.
What Gin failed to consider, however, was the fact that — no matter how much blood he spilled — he was still a child compared to his comrades. This was easily forgotten in schemes and battles, where he could outsmart and outperform some of the Soul Society's greatest, but today it's staring him in the face in the form of red lace and sheer fabrics.
"Let's see just how much they like him now," the Fifth Division Captain, Shinji Hirako, grumbles as he pushes the door open to Aizen's office. He's carrying a small basket of women's panties, tossing Gin an unimpressed glance in the process. "He's makin' ya do his reports again?"
Of all the Soul Reapers he's met, Gin finds Captain Hirako the hardest to face. Perhaps it's because he's one of the few that does not fawn in Aizen's presence; Gin worries that, if Captain Hirako detects even a hint of mutual distaste, he'll pick away at it until Aizen can smell the blood of Gin's duplicity.
"I offered … and he always re-does them anyway." Gin shifts awkwardly, unable to contain the blush dusting his pale cheeks at Shinji's haul. Shinji notices, and a self-satisfied smirk washes over his features.
"So y'didn't wanna go to his lil' birthday party? Aren'tcha sad yer missin' it?"
"Lieutenant Aizen didn't want one to begin with…"
"Of course he didn't." Shinji's expression sours. "Anyway, Aizen always brings some fat cats t' his office after events like these. Likes to liquor'em up and hear 'em sing his praises. Y'should probably make y'rself scarce."
Gin frowns, eyes flitting back to the basket of delicates. Shinji sighs.
"Aw, fuck it. Y'r gonna rat me out anyway, might as well just do it witcha here." He plucks a frilly pink number from the basket and drapes it over the corner of Aizen's bookshelf. A little blue thong becomes an accent on the coat hook. Soon, the basket is empty — and Aizen's office is an array of color and chaos. "Not that yer gonna listen t'me, but Captain's orders … don't tell Aizen y'saw me here."
The Captain's assumption that Gin will report him is a fair one, but oddly enough — he doesn't. Maybe he's too entranced by the pretty fabrics ... or maybe he's simply overjoyed by the irate expression that overcomes Aizen's features when he enters his office with two nobles in tow. It's hard to say.
"Ah…" Aizen's glare is cold. Assessing. But while Gin may still have some kinks to work out regarding his interactions with Captain Hirako, and true, building an immunity to women's panties is now on his to-do list, he's at least familiar with this dance.
"I took a break and they were here when I got back," Gin shrugs. "I thought it may have been a birthday gift from … someone."
The answer is suggestive enough to turn the nobles' looks of mild disgust into coy congratulations. Aizen — not so naive as to outright believe Gin, but not stupid enough to ignore the genius of his recovery — gives him a small nod.
"Very well … ahem … I will tell her that her gift was received." Aizen steps toward his modest liquor cabinet, collecting three glasses and a bottle of sake, outwardly shameless about his office's new decor. He addresses Gin without looking back, words clipped authoritatively. "Now clean these up and leave us."
can i request aizen teaching his s/o calligraphy (kinda like a date🥺)
This is such a cute request, anon! So sorry for the delay since you sent it to me right before Kinktober, but I hope you enjoy this! I have to say I'm still OBSESSING over this trivia fact about Aizen. It says so much about him (imo!) because of how extensive Japanese calligraphy can be.
Summary: Rumours of Captain Aizen's calligraphy classes spread like wildfire in Sereitei. And you, his significant other, have yet to see the man in action! You sneak into a class as it ends, and you can't help but wonder what it might be like to be taught by him. Sosuke offers a personal, private lesson on Calligraphy 101.
TW: none! Just some kissing here and there. I kept this SFW. It's kind of fluffy.
You watched in awe as the academy students concentrated on their papers in front of them. Their instructor was Captain Aizen Sosuke of the 5th Division and your recently established “boyfriend.”
Boyfriend that term seemed so… odd befitting a man like him, as he walked around the classroom, commenting and advising students on their brush stroke and technique. You were so curious about this side of him. Calligraphy was something you knew he was talented in, so much so he was offered a position at the Academy as an instructor, but he never spoke much about it when you two were together.
You continued to watch him from the entryway of the classroom. You arrived earlier than the time he told you to meet him at, all because you wanted to see him teach. You knew his classes were popular, but didn’t expect the auditorium hall to be packed to the brim with students, with some standing next to you, eagerly taking down notes while others were fortunate enough, to practice their calligraphy with his instruction.
You were enthralled.
Once the class was dismissed, you didn’t miss the fawning of some of the female students, but Captain Aizen was polite and reserved. Enough praise and instruction to motivate them, but distant enough that they wouldn’t get the wrong impression of him.
As the students exited the hall, you heard the captain call out your name, “you’re here early.” He remarked, a gentle smile gracing his face.
“I wanted to see you in action.” You teased, as you spread your arms over the view of the auditorium. “I have to say, I’m a bit jealous.”
Sosuke looked at you with confusion, “jealous? What for? Being a student again?” He asked. You thought he looked cute with the perplexed expression on his face.
“No, not being a student. But…” you trailed off, as you ran your fingers over Sosuke’s calligraphy supplies, “I’d like to be taught calligraphy by you.”
Sosuke smiled, as he wrapped his arms around you, “that can be arranged. But why don’t I give you a private lesson instead.” Giving you a quick peck on your forehead. You hummed in his embrace but nodded into his firm chest.
You initially thought Sosuke would take you to his office in the Squad 5 barracks but were surprised when he led you to his private quarters. You kneeled on the floor as Sosuke collected supplies from a small closet near his bookshelf.
In front of you laid an underlay, two jade-coloured paperweights holding your scroll of paper, while next to it lay an ink stone, an ink block, a long, thin glass of water, and brushes of various widths. Sosuke sat next to you gently poured a few droplets of water into the flat portion of the stone.
“That should be enough water.” Sosuke murmured, “now take the ink block and rub it into the pool of water.” He instructed, as you began to rub the block of ink. “You can circle the stick around or move it whatever way feels comfortable.” Sosuke continued, “this process should feel meditative.”
You looked up at him, as he smiled down at you, “sometimes what you’re doing and what you’re thinking about are not the same” his deep voice washed over you.
“How will I know if it’s ready?” You asked, with how little water you had poured to begin with.
“Pick up the small brush and dab some ink on to this.” Sosuke instructed, as he handed you a small piece of rice paper. “If the ink bleeds too quickly, it’s not quite thick enough.” You nodded your head as you dabbed, seeing the ink instantly bloom on the paper. Still not enough. You continued to rub the stone over the pool of water, lost in thought of the sound and motion. This is oddly relaxing you thought to yourself.
Sosuke chuckled, then came behind you, his large body enveloping you. He steadied your hand that grinded the ink, causing you to grind down harder, but not aggressively. “This is how you should do it,” he whispered into your ear, before kissing you. Your cheeks grew warm with how close he was to you, and how large his hand was compared to your own. Strong, thin fingers, with small flecks of faded black ink on the fingertips, mirroring your own.
“Sosuke, how long have you been practicing calligraphy for?” You asked, while you continued to grind the ink block.
You heard him hum behind you, “I think for almost 200 years now.”
“Did you learn it at the Academy too?” You continued to ask.
“No, I was taught it before I attended the Academy.” But before you could ask any more questions, he gripped your hand, “that amount should suffice for now.”
You nodded your head, as the ink pooled in the well of the stone.
“Choose whatever brush calls to you.” Sosuke instructed, “and hold it whatever way feels comfortable to you.”
“Is there a proper form to holding it?” You asked, as you picked a dark wood, grey-tipped brush.
“Not necessarily, but most would hold it as if you were holding chopsticks.” He explained, as you flexed the brush between your fingers, getting used to the weight and feel if it. Then you felt Sosuke hold your arm firmly, placing it at an angle, “and hold it at a 45-degree angle.”
You couldn’t see him, but you could tell he was smiling.
“This will help your hand steady the brush and will prevent it from being knocked out of your hand.”
“What?” You asked, surprise in your voice. Sosuke stood up and changed positions, deciding to sit in front of you and your scroll.
“If this were a proper class, with other students.” Sosuke clarified, “I would check my students’ grip by pulling the brush out of their hand.” Sosuke then looked to your own hand, noticing you instantly tightening your grip, “but don’t tighten it too much.” He chuckled,
“your calligraphy should be dynamic and steady, not rigid and tight.”
“Not to say I didn’t think this before, but there is an art to this.” You laughed, as you tried again to balance the brush in your hand.
Sosuke laughed as well, “yes there are a lot of decisions a calligrapher must make before they even start. But before that, why don’t you try drawing some lines?” He gave you an encouraging smile.
You nodded your head as you gently dipped the brush into the pool of ink. Without thinking, you placed the brush on the scroll and drew a horizontal line, surprised at how quickly the ink spread across the scroll.
“When it comes to calligraphy,” Sosuke explained, “you must consider your starting point before you write.”
“I see that now.” As you continued to draw various shapes and lines.
“But I can already see you have one excellent quality.” Sosuke smirked, looking at you, “no hesitation in your movements.”
You blushed at his compliment, as he continued to teach you, “calligraphy is like music,” he said. “You cannot go back and rework the sheet; you must continue to play through to the end.”
You nodded your head, as you began to swipe through the scroll, “this is a lot of fun!” You exclaimed.
Sosuke smiled gently at you, “if that’s the case, why don’t you try writing something then?” You looked at him with eagerness, as he replaced your scroll.
You bit your lip, trying to think of what to write. Sosuke watched you in amusement seeing you concentrate. Your eyes widened as you realized what to write. Without a second to spare, you stroked and dashed various lines of kanji, adding slight angles to characters. As you reached the bottom of the scroll, you frowned, realizing you miscalculated your starting point, barely fitting in the last vertical line of the character.
“Muga muchu – were you really that absorbed in this?” Sosuke laughed at how earnest you were in writing a yojijukugo as your first attempt at calligraphy.
“Yes!” You giggled, “you’re a great teacher.” You beamed at him, as he continued to study your work, “but I was so focused on trying to get my movements right, that I misjudged my kanji placements.”
“But for your first attempt, this is wonderful.” Sosuke remarked, as he inspected your scroll. “You’ll have a knack for this if you continue with it.” He praised, handing you the scroll.
“Oh, you don’t want to keep your girlfriend’s first piece?” You teased. Sosuke looked surprised again.
“I thought you would want to keep this memento.” He chuckled.
“I’m just kidding.” You laughed, but an idea was already forming in the back of your mind.
“The night is still young though, my dear,” as he began to clean up the space. “Why don’t we have dinner?”
“If you’re treating me, I can’t say ‘no’.” You grinned at him, as Sosuke shook his head in disbelief.
A few months later, you surprised Sosuke for his birthday. The man was simple, he didn’t like extravagant parties or any fussing over him.
So you decided to make him his favourite meal and something else.
You felt warm, watching Sosuke smile to himself as he ate every bit of his food. His eyes were closed, as if he were savouring every morsel. “I’m spoiled to have you feed me like this.” He chuckled, placing his chopsticks down. “This was a lovely birthday gift.”
“There’s more!” You laughed, as you went to your bedroom. You came back to your table with an elaborate, lacquered box with pearl markings. Sosuke looked confused, as you handed him his remaining gift. “C’mon, open it!”
Sosuke opened the box to find jars of his favourite matcha and tea blends, as well as a paper fan. As he unfurled the fan, his eyes widened with surprise at the yojijukugo that was written, “ishin denshin,” he read.
“Happy birthday, Sosuke.” You cupped his face, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Here’s to many more.” He whispered, scooping you into his lap.
Thank you for sending this request, anon! I hope this is what you had in mind.
For reference:
yojijukugo are four-character idiomatic phrases, often used in calligraphy. The first one reader writes is 無我夢中 - no self, in the middle of a dream, which refers to being lost in thought/to be totally absorbed by something.
The calligraphy on the fan is 以心伝心 from one heart to another - being able to communicate without words.
A few months post thousand year blood war. (No TYBW spoilers)
You are finally granted a promotion and have to move out immediately. As you clean up the current room you occupied, you notice a small unfamiliar notebook hidden among your belongings. You drag it out and dust off the fragile cover. Your eyes are wide in shock and your hands begin to tremble as you read the name on the cover. It belongs to your past lover. The man you grow to resent and despise.
Your first thought is to burn the diary. But as you quickly flip through the pages, you come across a page with your name. Curiosity grabs hold of any reasoning and you will soon regret your decision to dwell into the past.
Other pages: Desires A Play
A page from Lieutenant Aizen’s diary.
Regrets
Y/N,
Today you asked me if I had any regrets.
Do I? Should I?
Because you seemed rather offended by my response.
I do not regret the stairs I climb and the bodies I must trample over to reach my throne. That much is for certain.
I understand regret is a basic emotional response for which I lack. But you have known me for many years and I never tried to hide my true nature. So why would you ask me such a heavy loaded question that holds no value?
We have lived many years as wandering souls. Hundreds. Thousands. It will take all eternity for a normal soul to play out all his or her regrets. But sadly I ain’t a normal Soul now am I?
Besides, what purpose would regret serve me? As a Lieutenant I must move forward and not let such a burden anchor me down. And I would appreciate your support as my soul partner as I follow this path to Godship.
I do not regret the response I gave you. I know you were unsatisfied and it pained me to see you leave in distress. I thought you understood me but that was a foolish assumption on my part. I shall be more wary of that in the future.
Now as I sit here and reflect, it just naturally occurred to me. Perhaps if you were to rephrase that question as a hypothetical one like, would I regret ever losing you, then maybe you would have gotten an earnest and suitable response
there was blood on sosuke's collar again. but not all of it was his this time, which was honestly worse.
you peeled it away from his skin, watching a dried smear flake down his shoulder. his shikakusho pooled around his waist where you had togged it down, exposing a mess of bruises, scrapes, and a very suspicious gash that he had clearly intended to ignore.
as fucking usual.
"you're lucky i like you, captain," you muttered, reaching for a bottle of antiseptic on the floor next to you.
"i'm lucky you're persistent," aizen corrected quietly, his voice tinged with that smooth, ridiculous tiredness he only got when the mask cracked and he remembered he wasn't invincible. "this is unnecessary, m/n."
"mmmmhmm." you hummed dryly, "so was diving in front of that hollow's tail. it was taller than the fucking sokyoku, i'm having a lotta trouble imagining what you could have been thinking."
he didn't argue.
instead, he just watched you work silently, head tilted slightly to track the drag of the cloth over his skin. he didn't flinch when you cleaned the gash—just breathed a little deeper. you hated how much he loved forced silence.
eventually, your eyes flicked to your hair. it was tangled. ash and dried blood crusted the ends where the hollow had whipped around him mid-fight. you raised an eyebrow.
"bathroom," you commanded, using your rarely-heard captain's voice.
"nope."
"now, sosuke."
sosuke smiled and obeyed, but not without sass.
"you wish to wash my hair?"
you groaned and rolled your eyes.
"no," you said, already pulling him to his feet. "I wish to make you feel human for five fucking minutes before you go back to pretending that you don't bleed."
he didn't respond this time as you nudged him onto the low stool and clicked the water on. the bathroom filled with the quiet sound of steam and water hitting tile. the scent of mint shampoo cut through the copper sting of dried blood.
you stepped up behind him, your fingers carding gently through his hair, working out the worst of the knots.
he closed his eyes, smiling reluctantly.
"you know you needn't be so gentle, m/n," you heard him say, voice just above the sound of running tap water. "if today wasn't enough to break me, I doubt an ill-applied handful of shampoo will."
"ill-applied? rude. yeah, well," you said softly, "maybe i'm not trying to fix what's broken."
you rinsed the soap out slowly, letting it trace lines down the curves and lines of his muscled back and shoulders. for the first time that day, sosuke aizen looked real. not the captain of squad 11. not a former traitor. not the mastermind of death. just...
sosuke.
your loving, protective, and normally silent boyfriend.
"you aren't immortal, y'know." you said quietly.
your hand slipped down his back, brushing lightly over a bruised rib.
"I never claimed to be."
"you don't have to," you muttered, "you act like it. and you still have the hogyoku, on top of that."
"so then wouldn't it suffice to say that I am immortal?"
you groaned and rolled your eyes again.
half of a laugh escaped his lips. "well, you sure act like you're immortal, m/n."
"someone has to be alive enough to bandage up the idiot who keeps tanking tail swipes like a demigod meat shield."
he turned slightly, catching your wrist in his hand. his eyes opened—dark, wet, and unbearably honest in the low, white light.
"I'd do it again, a thousand times over," he said quietly, smiling, "if it meant that you would live."
you rolled your eyes, but your heart stung in an oddly pleasant way with the words.
"don't make it sound romantic, sosuke, you're bleeding on the floor of my apartment."
"i prefer the bath mat."
"you're impossible."
"and you," he countered, "are a miracle."
you froze mid-rinse. his voice wasn't teasing, it was reverent.
the steam curled around both of you, warm and quiet. the silence was heavy with words neither of you quite dared to say.
How do they propose to the reader? For aizen, szayel and mayuri (seperately ) plz
Aizen\Szayel\Mayuri Headcanon - Proposal of a Lifetime.
Ah, a proposal ask, let's see what we can do for you then.
Thank you for sending in this ask, we'll answer it with the highest of regards and with the utmost justice. Hopefully you enjoy it.
MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT
Aizen
Aizen has been planning this for months now, he's been waiting to surprise you with this proposal for months now, and it was finally time for him to do so. He would wait for when your birthday would come along, he'll celebrate your birthday with you and your family, he'll be waiting patiently for your birthday to come to an end.
He'll happily smile at you and your family, happy to see you happy with your family on your special day. After your birthday party has settled down and quieted down, he'll walk up to you, and he'll give you a sweet smile and you'll return it. He'll then get down on his knee and you'll be overwhelmed with emotions. and tears will come to your eyes.
He'll give you a tender smile, and he'll ask you. "Will you marry me?" You'll nod, to overcome with emotions to speak, he'll place the ring on your finger gently, and then he'll embrace you. Love flooding your souls.
Szayel
He'll propose to you in a wacky way, you'll both be in the science lab together, working on separate projects, you weren't much of a scientist, but you did like testing things every now and then, helping him to understand whatever it was he wanted to discover. Szayel wasn't the most romantic or affectionate, he just couldn't bring himself to be that way.
Came the day of the proposal, he just asked out of the blue, it was so random and sudden, you almost missed it. You were both lost into your own work, deep in thought, when he suddenly spoke up. "We should get married today or tomorrow, what do you think, dear?" He asked suddenly, you just nodded absent mindedly, before you stopped what you were doing and you looked over at him.
"What?" You asked him, as you blinked a few times before you looked over at him. He was still deep into his work when he answered you. "Do you want to get married today or tomorrow?" He repeated himself as he paused his work and looked at you. You stared at him like a fish, and he simply shook his head and sighed. "Once you've overcame your shock, give me an answer will you please?" He asked before he simply walked away.
Mayuri
He'll propose in the most extravagant way possible, you'll nearly be embarrassed to even be his lover, yet feel extremely blessed to have a man like him in your life. Mayuri was an explosive and exciting man, he was loud, bold and proud. He was quick to boast but he was also rather humble. He'll propose at the least unexpected time in your lives.
You'll be in a small meeting, you didn't have to be here, but Mayuri insisted, that since you were his other half, you were to be there. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you'll admit, that it was rather cute. You, Mayuri, Byakuya, Ukitake and Hitsuagay, would be holding a small meeting, the topic at hand. Ichigo Kurosaki. They wanted to discuss on what they should do to assist in his issue at the moment.
However, in the middle of the meeting, Mayuri suddenly turned towards you, and he dug into his breast pocket, he was fishing for something until he found it and he pulled out a small remote. You all stared at him, trying to understand what it was that he was trying to do. He then held up the remote and he pressed the red button in the center. The ceiling opened and out came confetti and balloons. Nemu was on a string, that was slowly lowering her, she was holding a large sigh that said. "Will you be my co-captain, Y/N?" You blushed at the words and everyone rolled their eyes.
He turned towards you, an expectant look upon his face. You looked at him and you nodded. "Yes.... Yes.... I'll marry you." You said in a small but determined voice. He'll give you cocky smirk. "I knew you would." He said.
hi this is for a friend !! aizen makes time for your date for once. you two need a get away.
aizen kept his eyes on you, his right hand helper. to you, you were called his love. his foot tapping, watching you shuffle papers and do menial tasks even he wouldn't subject his free time to. why were you? his eyebrows furrowed while he stared, you could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. before you could turn to scold him he began talking.
"lets go to that aquarium you're always talking about." aizen got up, knowing surely you couldn't, more like wouldn't, turn him down. with no more questions you just went in line behind him. the captain didn't bother telling anyone of his time off and took your hand. keeping you very close to him. on your way out you gave a soft wave to whoever was passing by. aizen didn't speak until someone went before him to start asking a question.
"please don't mind my manners, i need to get to my theatre. i sadly forgot." his smile looked plastered on, fake but who were you to question. he was dreamy all the more if he went this far to be polite to others. the student moved and you two continued on to what was certainly no theatre.
"why did you say that?" in a hush you whispered to aizen. aizen shook his head, waving off your concerns. "i just didn't want to be rude, dove." he assured, you two sat in a comfortable silence
upon getting your way into the museum, with aizen of course paying for you, you two began the adventure through the ocean. aizen's arm wrapped around you, holding you close. "i love your hair.." he whispered, pushing it out of your face. as you turned away and blushed he let out a laugh, kissing your cheek. he didn't care for the museum. all he wanted was to see those glimpses of you getting flustered.
all the way you two went through the museum he would point out fishes he knew you liked. small 'cute' things. all them to see you fawn over them. aizen loved these dates. not only did you feel happy but he also got to test how much better he was at pinpointing reactions out of you.
nearing the end he insisted on the gift shop. even with your claims you left your money at the academy, he still dragged you inside. he stood at the entrance, telling you to go ahead and pick anything out. when you came back with a seal plush he laughed, though went through with his promise and bought it for you.
as you two walked back to the academy he held it for a short while under your insisting, squishing its cheeks and without realizing began to smile. he wiped the look off his face and handed it back, taking off to do work in silence after you entered the gates.
"good bye, dear. i must attend some matters. i'm so sorry to leave you so soon." he whispered. even if you knew it was less pressing than he said you didn't question it. just put that one not forced smile away in your memories.
i hope you like <333 ive never watched or read bleach so !!!!
Crawls into bed with him and lays down alongside to indulge in his warmth. [ for Aizen-sama ~ ]
Warmth, gentle and so freely given. Hogyoku came bearing solace to his very being, breaking down layers which withstood decades and tearing back veiled barriers of illusion that were so strategically in place, but the reaper offered no resistance. On the contrary— he welcomed it in complete surrender.
Together— the loniless subsides. A graceful hand manages to find it's way around the form next to his own and a rare feeling burns a delicate heat from his chest, immediately accompanied by an intense sense of the desire to protect what he held. His last fleeting thoughts before slumber over swept him.
