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DRABBLE REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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“Well, boys, will you look at that.” The Privaron’s head snapped up, focused a glare and met teal blue eyes with violet.
She knew this one, knew him by reputation, at least. The Sexta Espada, sprawled on his side on the platform above her, flanked by his five followers. There was a moment when no one spoke, before the shortest Arrancar snickered, scratched at the cloth over his mask.
“Heh, I think she likes you, boss, lookit those eyes she’s makin’.” The blonde Arrancar laughed at this, a rich noise, and shoved the shorter beside him, tossing his hair back.
“That’s called a woman’s hate, Di Roy. Learn the difference.” The fat one grunted, which seemed to amuse the other brute, the one with the mohawked hair, who laughed as well.
“I’m not sure you’d get anything but hate from a Privaron Espada, ah?”
“Won’t you be quiet, men?” The tallest, severe, spoke calmly, long arms behind his back where he stood straight behind the Sixth, who’d opened his mouth to speak.
She watched him, didn’t break her gaze despite her small hand tightening its grip on the handle of her whip, despite the sneer of distaste on her painted lips.
“She’s not worth it.” Grimmjow barked out a laugh of his own, waving his men silent with a flop of his wrist when he sat up and turned his back to her, baring the tattoo inked into his flesh.
There was another moment, one in which she snarled and snapped her whip, Golondrina’s blade sparking against the floor. Say it again. Cirucci dared. Call me worthless one more time. The man yawned, turned over his shoulder to look at her with a smirk, that black inked six displayed even more prominently, mocking her.
“Move along, Privaron.” The weaker Arrancar laughed again, and she felt anger flush her face.
They were right. She hated him already.
Grimmjow & Posse - “They just don’t know when to die.”
The first Arrancar he created were just a mass group to begin with. The Hollows fought and died, killed each other in the black depths of Hueco Mundo.
Aizen watched it all, watched them rip each other apart to gain more and more power, watched them fight and die and kill and be killed with a face as impassive as stone. Only the strongest from this batch would he awaken with the hyougyouku.
It took a long time for the mass to be reduced to six. He’d been watching that group, they were, how to say… tactically sound. Two brutes, two that moved fast, and two that picked off at the weak points exposed. A sound strategy, and all under the command of one leader. It was something rarely seen in Hollows, that sort of comradeship, and it intrigued him.
In the end, it was only them alive. Six of them, panting, covered in blood and the remnants of the others. It was those six he awakened, those six he ripped masks from and watched them reshape their forms, reshape their bodies and souls and take on human appearence, their more bestial shapes sealed up in blades.
“Shawlong Qu-Fong.”
“Di Roy.”
“Edorad Leones.”
“Nakim.”
“Il Forte Grantz.”
Aizen smiled benevolently, nodding in approval before he looked to the one they looked to, the one who was their leader.
“You’ve assembled an impressive team, Grimmjow Jaggerjack.” The teal haired Arrancar smirked, let out a bark of laughter.
“What can I say? The bastards just wouldn’t die.”
P.S. Please request more, 8D
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3. "Troublemaker"
→ Zangetsu & Hollow Ichigo
→ any rating, though I imagine it'd be PG
4. Teatime in Hueco Mundo
→ preferably including Aizen, Gin, Tousen, and any of the Espada
→ ...I cannot imagine it rating higher than PG
5. I'm not what you are
→ Di Roy and Tesla, arguing over what makes a fracción
→ Your choice of rating
6. The things I do for you
→ Hollow Ichigo-centric
→ ...again, rating is your choice
7. Brotherly "love"
→ Il Forte watches as Szayel Aporro turns into an Espada
→ Again, any rating
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There is a time, inside of Kurosaki Ichigo, that Zangetsu is in charge. He is the prominent form, and the Hollow is a part of him.
That time passes soon enough, and the Hollow is the prominent form now, and Zangetsu is a part of him.
Now it is Zangetsu who watches, unable to do anything, watches Ichigo grow and achieve, fail and make mistakes, but cannot help him.
Each time the Hollow is let out he realizes an unsettling feeling, deep in the part of Ichigo’s soul that remains his.
“Troublemaker.” He murmurs.
The Hollow only laughs.
Aizen, Gin, Tousen + Espada - Tea Time in Hueco Mundo
“They’re remarkably well behaved, like puppies.” Gin smirked, his usual expression, and curled bony fingers around his tea cup.
“Only as long as they are reminded of their place.” Tousen was steady, level, his blinded gaze staring off into the distance and focusing on the justice he craved.
“They will always know their place around me, gentlemen.” Aizen assured, sipped at his tea and smiled benevolently.
“Uh…” Noitora leaned forward, gangly arms slumped over the meeting table of the Espada. The other nine Arrancar were silent, watching.
“You do know we’re right here don’t you?”
Di Roy & Tesla - “I’m Not What you Are”
There is a room connected to the Espada’s council chamber for their fracciones to wait in. Each Arrancar usually brings one to wait on them if need be during the meetings, if they run long or need to send orders back to their forces without leaving themselves.
Sometimes the room is quiet, and other times it is not. It all depends on who is brought.
Tesla does not like when Grimmjow selects Di Roy to accompany him.
“I told you before, I am not a fetch boy.” He protests softly, levely, to the other Numeros’ taunts. He wishes the Sexta would bring Nakim, he never speaks, or maybe Shawlong, he gets along well enough with him. Noitora always brings Tesla, but Grimmjow changes it up. He doesn’t like it when Di Roy, Il Forte, or Edorad are the ones here.
“Yeah, ya are. You don’t do shit when it comes to fights, you just fetch shit.” Tesla is trying to keep his face blank, steady.
“I do what I am told.”
“Exactly. I’m not what you are, pansy ass, I’m actually useful.” Di Roy sneers. Tesla fights to not retort that what Di Roy could be called is trash.
He merely clenches his hands in gloves and doesn’t say anything.
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He sees everything Ichigo does. He waits, through the sun and the rain, waits in that desolate City and waits.
It seems like he’s always waiting.
He waits for Ichigo to come to him. He waits for Ichigo to let him out. He waits for Ichigo to lose control. He waits for Ichigo to lose. He waits for Ichigo to realize that he’s truly the stronger one here. He waits for Ichigo to need him.
He loves that moment, the moment when Ichigo realizes he can’t do it alone.
It breaks him, every time. It breaks that pride and those strong shoulders to realize he has to rely on another’s power to win.
“The things I do for you, boy.” The Hollow smirks and mocks when he takes over.
Ichigo is silent.
Il Forte & Szayel Aporro - Brotherly “Love”
He’s watching them ink the eight into his brother’s flesh and he hates him now more than ever.
Szayel Aporro is as smug as he’s always been, that cocky gaze, the proud smirk, and that self-empowered stance. It’s going on now, and Il Forte hasn’t yet realized that his hand is tightened so hard on Del Toro’s hilt that his knuckles are stark white.
He’s been an Arrancar longer than his younger brother. He’s been serving longer. He’s been alive and dead longer. But Szayel Aporro is stronger.
“Brother.” Szayel Aporro adjusts his glasses and dips his head when he walks by, a low laugh on his lips.
Il Forte hates him now more than ever.
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Will comment properly after I've read.
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→ The Espada talking about their fracción
9. Freedom
→ Grimmjow-centric, can include his posse if you want
10. Pecking order
→ The Espada and the Privaron in Hueco Mundo
All of these are whatever rating you choose.
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Everything about Arrancar is looking for that edge, looking for that advantage over the others, whether it be in cultivating allies or choosing loyal servants. One way the Espada compete with one another without actually coming to blows is in the selection of their most trusted followers, their fracción.
“I’m telling you, it’s best to get the stronger ones.” It’s Noitora, and no one thinks it’s weird he’d say that.
“What is truly important, fool, is loyalty.” Halibel’s fracción idolize her, admire her, even, and would follow her anywhere.
“I’m gonna have to agree, as much as I hate doing shit like that.” Grimmjow is sprawled over a chair, nonchalant and casual. He doesn’t really give a fuck about this, this idle conversation before Aizen enters to brief them on some matter or another.
“The strong don’t even need them.” Ulquiorra’s voice is quiet but they all listen, only to bristle at his words.
Now, the Espada will fight like dogs over anything. All they need is a bone to pick.
Grimmjow - Freedom
There’s something he’s always fighting for, but he can never think to name it.
It’s something out of reach, something far gone, and he’s not quite sure what to even call it. It’s a tingling in the corner of his mind, a feeling like there’s something more but he doesn’t know where, something amazing and powerful and altogether not something he can grasp, no matter how hard he tries.
Grimmjow hates this sensation, hates the feeling that he’s missing out on it, and he gropes for a name, for what to call this thing he desires but can never seem to claim.
He decides to call it freedom.
Espada & Privaron - Pecking order
Espada get what they want, this is a fact of life in Hueco Mundo.
Technically the Espada have control over the Numeros, not the Privaron Espada, and in return, the Privaron Espada have control over no one.
They used to be in that position, the spot of glory and triumph, and they’ve been embittered. It’s something of a sport to some of the new Espada, to tease them, taunt them, and remind them of their failure.
Grimmjow’s the best at it, he calls it Privaron Baiting.
Dordonii responds to insults about his appearance and personality, but he never actually responds with violence. Gantenbein is easily goaded with insults to his loyalty and conviction, but he too never attacks. Cirucci is the easiest, all it takes is a comment about “whore this, legs spread that”, and she’s got her zanpakutou out.
She’s the one who never could accept the pecking order around Los Noches.
So she’s the most fun to remind.
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