Confessions at the End (Grimmjow x Reader) {Gender Neutral}

Grimmjow x Reader

(e/c) = eye color (l/c) = lip color (h/c) = hair color (s/t) = skin tone

(E/c) eyes gazed down upon the sandy terrain. Arms folded across your chest as you watched the fights unfolding. A small grin graced your (l/c) lips as things were breaking and collapsing. Oh how wondrous destruction was. The white cloth that fit your body flawlessly moved with the touch of the wind. The way you carried yourself was obviously with great strength and power. You were once a captain at the Soul Society, although you were not really talked about or known for that matter. Long ago you were sealed away, your strength being to the point that the 13 Court Guards felt that you were too dangerous. They feared what would happen if they couldn't control you. Things changed when Lord Aizen set you free.

You were considered second in command. Your fierce and ruthless fighting with your lack of mercy made you a force to be reckoned with. You were informed several days ago that you would be left in charge when Lord Aizen went to the world of the living to carry out his plan. So that's how you were here now, watching over Las Noches as things unfolded.

Your eyes were watching a specific fight closely. The fight contained a certain blue haired espada. He seemed to be having a pretty bad time fighting the soul reaper Ichigo Kurosaki. He entered his release form but still seemed to be losing. You could feel that the battle was nearing the end and the outcome was clear. Grimmjow was going to lose. You stood your ground as you pushed some (h/c) locks from your face. You told yourself that you would not interfere with the battle no matter how close you were with Grimmjow.

//Slight flash back to just a few weeks ago//

A small laugh passed your lips as you sat next to the blue haired man. Most people didn't know that there was a small bar within Las Noches. Only Espada and the ex-captains were allowed to come in. You swirled a glass filled with (alcohol) that fit nicely within your (s/t) hands. Your elbow was on the bar counter supporting your head as you looked at the man beside you.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" He growled, downing another drink.

You snickered as you looked at the red on his cheeks, "I do believe he thinks he is Kaname," you said taking a drink of your own drink.

"He cut off my fucking arm. They took away my rank and gave it to that...that...that TENTACLE FUCK." He said slamming his drink on the counter, successfully breaking the glass.

"You're going to injure your good hand like that, Grimmy. You should keep your anger under control." You said, putting emphasis on the nick name you decided to give him.

"You think that this little glass can hurt me? And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, ____," He said as a lesser arrancar cleaned up the mess that Grimmjow made. After the glass and ice was cleaned, Grimmjow was poured another drink.

"I'm just looking out for you," you said, playfully nudging him with your shoulder, "If you're pissed now, you'd be worse with a wrapped up hand."

That comment earned a scoff from the former sixth espada, "Do you really think I'm suddenly that weak?"

"Never once did I say that. You're just a little bit, how should I say it...soft?" you said tauntingly, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Like hell I am!" He said in a slightly elevated tone, letting his irritation seep into every word.

"Hey, hey, I'm just saying. At least you're still ballsy enough to talk to me like that. Anyone else would be too scared to talk to me like that." You said as you started lifting the glass to your lips.