HakueiShirei

Her eyes settled on the foreigner reflection of a Young woman in fancy attire. Hair pulled up in a bun that held a messy yet classy look to it, adorned with various purple clips along with some that were black. She wore even if the tiniest bits of makeup on her face, making her look at bit more decent. Black lipstick colored her rosy lips, remained to be hidden under the dark tone her lips now adorned, trying to match the dress she wore and the theme of her whole look. (e/c) eyes traveled down further, from her lips that were turned into a thin line and her eyes filled with worry and nervousness to the dress that hugged her every curve in a

Forever and Always! (Ichigo X Kisuke X Reader) (your full name) doesn't really know or even understand why Aizen Sousuke and Gin Ichimaru came after her... What do they hope to gain from the human substitute soul reaper captain? (y/n) doesn't need to think about this whole thing right now anyway... Why? Because she is tied up like a fucking dog on a chain. A special kind of rope has her hands tied together so casting any kind of kido is out of the question while a red collar is around her neck with a leash attached to it. Shoving her wandering thoughts from her mind (y/n) focuses back on her task at hand. Tugging at the collar around her nec

A/N: Okay so this is my first reader that I am submitting... If you like it then Okay please tell me.. If it is horrible, please tell me. And I tried to keep him in character. You were currently sitting in the operating room of the submarine.. waiting for a certain doctor. A few days before you decided to go outside, on a winter island, and decided to make billions of snowman.. and now you were sick. Yup, sick. Now, you were just waiting for your captain, who was apparently taking his sweet, sweet time. Finally after what seemed forever, he came in. The captain of the heart pirates, Trafalgar Law. "It's about time you came Captain. Like s

    “Bartooooo! Where are you?” You called, wandering the halls of the coliseum aimlessly in a spaced out walk. “I brought you your foooood!”    No response. Your voice just simply bounced off the stone walls and right back at you, mocking your efforts rather rudely, that is, if walls could talk. Huffing, you took a turn down a darker hall that seemed obscure and unknown to the average person here. You however, knew this specific hall quite well. Bartolomeo always took this hall to get to the room at its end, which was virtually hidden from sight, so it was just perfect for him to take some peaceful breaks alone, as