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    Your movements were fast, flash step aiding you in your actions against Hayato, both in offense and defense. He attacked quickly and with precision but his moves were obvious. You could tell he was holding back, biding his time until he could find a way to defeat you without causing you too much harm. You decided to up the pressure, if only to make him understand the gravity of the situation. You shifted your zanpak-to, stepping forward into Hayato’s swing before he could stop himself. His blade pressed against your cheek, blood beginning to drip down your chin yet you hadn’t flinched. Casting a steely glance at Hayato seemed

    You sat across from Byakuya, eyeing what remained of the tea in you cup. You had woken up to a massive hangover but thankfully, your ability to manipulate the reishi in your body had soothed most of the headache. You had a vague recollection of what had happened the night before but as you readied yourself for the day, you had received a request from Captain Kuchiki to join him for tea. You had discussed many things related to work but now a silence had fallen between you. You hadn’t noticed that you had breathed out a sigh until he spoke up. “You seem distraught, ___.” You looked up at him, a plain expression on his fa

You could feel chills all over your body, a sensation that you hadn’t known since childhood. “She… she can’t be…”   “She’s at the main house right now. She even had the gall to demand you be brought home so here I am. It is your choice, little bird, are you coming with me?”   “Thank you, brother.” You bowed your head, to everyone’s surprise. “I need a few days to make my decisions, after all this is… unexpected.”   “Of course, you have plenty of things to consider and if you do decide to come home, you should get your affairs in order.” Hayat

“Captain Zaraki, I’m sure you already know what I wanted to speak to you about.” Kyoraku sighed as he poured two glasses of sake. He was sitting across from Kenpachi who had reached over to take one of the glasses.   “Oyagi stepped on a few toes in the barracks. Then he stepped on the wrong toes,”   “Those wouldn’t happen to be ___’s toes, would they? Or maybe he stepped on yours.” Kenpachi glared at Kyoraku who was wearing a smug grin as he picked up his own cup. “What are you suggesting? Oyagi is her problem, not mine.”   “Then you challenging him to a fight was just a

Kyoraku eyed the documents carefully. You tried not to flinch any time he glanced at you but you weren’t sure if the paperwork would be enough to sell him on the idea for a mission in the world of the living. After several minutes, he set down the papers and chuckled. “Excellent work. I’d expect no less from you, ___.”   “Thank you, sir.” You bowed your head, bubbling with joy. “So I was thinking that if we collaborate with Kurosaki, we should be able to-!” “Hold on, ____.” An eerily familiar voice cut through the conversation as the door slid open. A blond man stepped through the

Prompt: The whole team was down minus you and Tony and the Hulk was destroying more and more of the city with each passing second. It was up to you to calm him down. "Natasha, I could really use a lullaby.” you head Tony say through the com. Natasha’s way of calming the Hulk down was something you and she had tried to perfect although you always let Natasha perform it since every time Hulk would see you, he would scream loudly and almost try to kill you. No one ever told Bruce though. “That’s not gonna happen. Not for a while.” you heard Clint reply back. You silently cursed to yourself for not keeping an eye o