I should've posted this long ago, but shit happened, and I honestly forgot this was here until I posted the last two Dbz/Dbs fanfics. This Is rather long, but it's totally worth it..... I hope at least, I feel like it went a little off track ngl. But eh, let's wing it. YOLO!!
MASTER LIST | NSFW CONTENT
When you first met him, you were intrigued. His blue hair and his matching electric blues, his strong physic, and his grumpy yet colorful attitude. You liked all of it.
You were a common customer at Kisuke Candy Shop, you liked the man, he was a sweetheart and he always made you laugh. Kisuke was like a father away from home. He was always asking for you well being, asking if you needed help with keeping up with your bills, or if you needed a ride to work, but you'd always politely decline him.
One day, while you were shopping for some of your morning sweets at Kisuke's shop, you were startled when you happen to look up from the shelves of candy, and you saw the blue haired man. He was handsome, and you were enriched by his gaze. You were startled from it when he suddenly spoke up. "Take a damn picture, it'll last longer damn it." He said in a crude tone.
You stared at him a little longer before you just turned and walked away. 'The hell is his issue?' You thought, annoyed and upset from his words, you wanted to say something back, but something in his eyes told you not to. It was all forgotten once Kisuke came and brightened up your morning with the usually small yet goofy talk, You then left, but not before looking back, looking for the same blue eyes. Only to find that he was gone.
After that, you kind of made it a point to come earlier than what you usually do, hoping to see the same rude yet handsome stranger again, but it was rare whenever you did catch him, he was usually talking to Kisuke, apparently, his crudeness was normal, as Kisuke didn't seem to mind it. The more you came, the more you saw the blue haired mane interacting with other customers.
He's spoken to a long orange haired girl, with a young half breed man, with an orange haired man, even though they didn't seem to like one another. You've even seen him help the elderly cross the streets and help them with their things. He was a nice man, but he was just a naturally aggressive man. Then, you saw him standing outside of the shop one morning. It has been months since you last saw him, and you've been mentally beating yourself up for never talking to him, but now was your chance.
So with a deep inhale, you walked up to him, and you spoke to him. "Hi, I'm (Y/N), I come here every mor-" You were cut off when he looked towards you with a glare. "And? The hell this has to do with me?" He asked in an annoyed tone as he stared down at you. You stared at him, it's not like he wasn't wrong, but you refused to back down. "I'm just introducing myself to you, damn people can't say hi to your miserable ass?" You fired back, as you placed a hand upon your hip and you cocked a brow at him.
He snared at you before he looked off, staring straight ahead of himself. "I'm not fucking miserable, I'm just annoyed." He defended, and you rolled your eyes. "Well you seem pretty damn miserable to me, you seem lonely too." You said in an honest tone as you eyed him. He looked over at you for a moment, before he looked away. "And If I was? What if I like being alone, the hell that gots ta do with you?" He asked in a defensive yet questioning tone. You shrugged, not disagreeing with him. "Nothing, but I decided to make it my business, because I can't turn away from a person who reminds me of myself."
You said honestly as you stared up at him, he looked down at you, regarding you for a moment, before he looked off and he sighed once more. You thought that he was done talking, and you deemed that as fine, as you finally gotten the chance to talk to him, you were about to walk into the store, when his voice stopped you. "Grimmjow." He simply said, you looked back at him in question.
He then turned to look at you, his shoulder leaning against the wall. "My name, it's Grimmjow." He said, confirming our suspicions. You then smiled, and you turned towards him. "(Y/N), my name is (Y/N)" You said in a kind voice. After that, you and Grimmjow seemed to get along well. He'd always stand outside the shop, waiting for you to come to the shop. If you asked him that's what he was doing, he'd deny it.
You've grown used to his rather rude attitude, but that's what made Grimmjow, Gimmjow. It made him unique and you liked that about him. After work, you'll pass by the candy shop, and you'll see him standing in front of the shop once more, and it'll bring a smile to your face, if you went grocery shopping, he'll offer to take your bags, a bit forcefully, but you don't mind, less work honestly. He'll walk you to your door and will even come inside if you offer it to him.
Once you offer him into your home more than three times, be expecting him to break into your home, he'll be lounging on the couch, playing a video game, or watching TV. He never asks for food, and he always refuses whenever you offer him anything, he tends to like to watch you go about your regular house duties. He doesn't really talk unless he has something to say, you ask him a question, or he's feeling playful. Most of the day he tends to sleep it away.
Sometimes he'll randomly jump up and leave, claiming that he's got shit to do. But he'll always come back.
So far, life has been different with Grimmjow around. It wasn't as lonely anymore, and you felt safe at all times, you never felt like you were in danger, it was truly a blessed life. But one day, Grimmjow came in, he was badly beaten, his clothes were ripped and his hair was a mess, he had deep cuts and hard bruises all over him.
You covered your mouth in shock and horror when he climbed into the window one evening. "OH MY GOD, GRIMMJOW WHAT HAPPENED!?" You yelled, fearful for his health and condition as you raced towards him, he plopped into your home, landing heavily on his back under your window as he gasped for air. You dropped to your knees next to him, as you placed your hands together, afraid to touch him. He cracked his eye open, and he looked over at you. Your eyes held unshed tears in them as you stared down at him.
He gave a painful chuckle before he slowly raised a bloody hand, and rubbed the back of his knuckle against your cheek. It was wet from his blood, but you didn't care as you grabbed onto his handholding onto it gently. "Stop the waterworks already damnit. It's not like I'm dying." He said, his voice was hushed and it sounded strained, you shook your head. "Not dying? Then what is this Because it looks pretty fucking close to death if you ask me." You shot back, slight irritation in your voice as you spoke, annoyed with his laid back attitude.
He just huffed at your words, as he looked up at the ceiling, not denying nor agreeing with your words. You let his hand go and placed it down next to him gently, before you spoke in a shaky voice. "I-I'll go and get some help, just stay her-" You were cut off from your words, as he gripped your arm tightly, making you wince. "The fuck you are, nobody can see me as it is, so just getting help will make you seem like a lunatic." He said in a harsh voice as he glared at you. "L-let me go." You whined, as you tugged her arm away from his tight grip. "Say that you'll take care of me yourself first, then I'll let go." He said. You whined once more before you looked down at him. The desperate look upon his face made you agree.
"O-OKAY FINE!!! I'LL DO IT MYSELF, JUST LET GO!!" You shouted in pain, he let you go, and you fell back on your butt with a 'oof'. You then rubbed at your arm where he was holding it in a death grip. You then looked over at him, he was looking back at the ceiling, a guilty look on his face, but he didn't apologize. You just huffed, before you stood up, and you silently went to the back and you went into the laundry room, pulling out old clothes and sheets.
You then came back, and you placed the clothes on the ground next to him, you then got a rag and a bowl and you filled it up with some warm water, you then poured some vinegar into the water, making it a natural disinfectant. You then placed the bowl down next to him and he seemed to react poorly to the smell of vinegar and he made sure to voice his complaint. "Ugh, smells like pure shit." He groaned, you lightly chuckled at him complaint, as you squeezed out the rag.
"It's vinegar." You told him in a gentle voice, as you began cleaning the wounds on his arms, he hissed at the sting, but he didn't pull back from it. You were both silent, the sounds of your struggled grunts and the sound of cloth tearing filled the air. The occasional sound of water splashing accompanied it. You started on his exposed skin, such as arms, face, hands, and his neck. 'What caused this many cuts and bruises, did he get into a bad fight?' You worriedly yet confusingly thought as you tied off another makeshift bandage on his arm.
So far only his arms and head needed a bandage, however, even his shirt was soaked with blood, and you needed to check up under it. You would've checked it first, but you were honestly nervous as to what you'll find, his arms alone had deep cuts that needed stitching, but you didn't know how to do that. God forbid he had a hole in his body. You bit your bottom lip, worry shooting up through you. He seemed to notice, as he began moving to sit up, but you were quick to stop him.
"W-wait! What are you doing? You shouldn't be moving!!" You complained as he placed your hands on his shoulders, but he fanned you off. "Shut up, it's obvious that you're nervous, these wounds are nothing that I can't handle." He said in an annoyed voice, but hints of concern would be heard if you really listened. "If that's the case, then why did you come in the way you did?" You questioned him, as you kept pushing him to stay down. He growled at your stubbornness. "Grrrr, shut up, I just got out of a fight damnit, now move." He said, in an annoyed tone.
You became just as annoyed as you pushed back just as hard. "LET ME HELP!!! PLEASE!!! I CAN DO IT!!!" You yelled, desperation filling your voice, he stopped to stare at you, regarding you, and a flash of fear with through his eyes, before he blinked it away and he sighed. "Fine, but don't panic once you see it." He said in an accepting tone as he began working open his black shirt. You smiled, happy that he was letting you do this, but your eyes widen in shock and in fear, as you covered your mouth.
It wasn't the deep wounds that you suspected would be on him, it was the giant gaping hole in his stomach that made your breath practically leave your body. You stared on in shock, your eyes locked on the hole. "This is what I was warning you about." He said, his voice calm and relaxed as spoke, looking down at you. You then reach forward, wanting to see if it was real. But your hand just wen straight through it and you gasped as you snatched your hand back.
You were both silent, before you then started to chuckle lightly. "It makes so much sense now, why you were never hungry, you don't have a stomach." You said in an amused voice, he seemed to take it easy, as he relaxed and he smirked. "Yeah, I guess that's why." He agreed. After that, you bandaged him up as much as you could. It was quiet, for a while, after you tied the sheet off, you stared at hi back for a moment, before your vision became blurry. You leaned down and placed your forehead against his back, while you wrapped your arms around him.
He didn't say anything, as he simply looked back at you, before he sighed and he placed his hand on yours. You both sat like that, slightly until you fell asleep from stress. When you woke up, it was dark out, you were in your bed. You were facing the window and you could see the moon through the cracked curtains. You were warm and relaxed. You were recalling your day, the situation with Grimmjow, it felt like a bad dream, and you were going to call it that, if it weren't for the arm that was draped across your waist.
You could see the cloth that you tied off around the arm, making makeshift bandages. The sound of lightly snoring was finally registering in your brain, and you traced the arm gently, looking at the veins and the hard hands from years of work that you could only imagine. A deep groan sounded behind you, and you looked back at him, he was looking out the window, before he looked down at you.
His hair was still a mess from when he first came in, but it didn't look like he was beaten up and more like bed hair. The arm that was on your waist came up to rub at his eyes, and he grunted as he stretched, you could feel the muscles of his arm under your head that you didn't notice that you were laying on, the more he began to wake up the more you began to realize how pressed up against him you were.
Your back was to his chest, and you could feel his legs intertwined with yours. It made your cheeks heat up, but you didn't want to move. You were pulled from your thoughts when he suddenly spoke up. "Ugh, what time is it" He asked in a groggy voice, you were used to hearing it, but never this close. "Ummm, let me seeeee.... it isssssss. 10:30" You said as you turned on your phone and looked at the screen.
He groaned but he didn't seem to be in any rush at all. In fact, he draped his arm back over your waist, tugging you closer to him. You blushed, but you didn't stop him. You've been suppressing your feelings for him for a while now. And if he was showing any sign of liking you back, you were going to jump on it, so you began to squirm, trying to turn around to face him, but the arm around your waist stopped you.
"Stop the fucking squirming." He said, his voice still groggy as he was pulled from his dozing slumber, you whined as you kept trying to turn, but his grip stayed strong, you then gave up and just laid there. "I wanna see you." You whined, he stayed quiet for a while longer, before he loosened his hold on you. You smiled, happily before you turned around in his loose yet firm hold. Once you finally turned around, you were immediately faced with his tone chest, you could see deep scars from years and months of healing.
You lightly traced them, making his breath hitch, you looked up at him, your hand pulling from him as you did so. He was looking down at you with an observant gaze, but he never said anything. You didn't see him reacting in pain, so you went back to tracing his scars. You traced until you came to his shoulders, they were covered with his shirt, and you gently pushed your hand under it, making it slip off his shoulder, on his neck, you saw a terrible scar. It seemed deeper than the others and it looked like it took lots of healing.
"What happened?" You asked, your voice light with concern. He just grunted before he got up, pulling his arm from under your head, making you plop on the pillow when you tried to move as the other hand from your waist pushed your shoulder down. You stared up at him, your eyes wide from confusion and shock. "Grimmjow?" You asked in a light voice as you stared at him, he looked down at you with a thoughtful gaze, his blue eyes seeming darker ad richer in the moonlight, and his messy hair made him more handsome. He didn't say anything for a while, before he sighed.
"This is going to be a long night." He said before he leaned down and he claimed your lips. Your eyes widen in shock from his sudden kiss. Your eyes then slowly closed, as your hands came up to play with his hair. He groaned at the feeling of your acceptance of his advance.
After that, he began to treat you differently, he became more of a boyfriend than a friend with unknown feelings. It was official yet unofficial. It was a strange relationship. He was more open to staying longer and spending more time together and the newest addition was sleeping in the same bed together.
Eventually, the day came when you asked him. "What are we?" You asked him one day, you had just finished lunch, and he, like usual, didn't eat he was resting in a chair, arms folded behind his head as he leaned back in the chair.
He didn't look over at you at first, but he eventually sat up in his chair, and he leaned over the table towards you, he held your chin in between his finger and thumb, and he smirked. "You're mine, and I'm yours." That was all he simply said, and you accepted that.
Once that was established, he began to pretty much 'proper;y' move in. He brought all his clothes and all his fave little snacks, he didn't really eat a lot of food, like a meal, but he did like snacks.
You liked living with him, and you wouldn't trade him for anything.
