94 + 97 for bleach, perhaps? any characters!

– anonymous

(94: Hair brushing/braiding, 97: time travel – asked the discord for options and then used random. org to produce pairing of: Grimmjow/Kisuke/Starrk)

Grimmjow drags Kisuke the final few steps through the portal and glowers at the familiar sight of endless white sand in front of them. The mad scientist is nearly comatose in his arms, reiryoku exhausted from the effort to get them to safety, and honestly Grimmjow would prefer to be anywhere but Hueco Mundo.

(Kisuke is too tempting a target here, a weakened Shinigami soul edged with darkness.)

(Grimmjow is going to have to beat the fuck out of anyone coming to contest his claim and he knows it.)

But Grimmjow doesn’t know exactly when they are in the timeline, so Hueco Mundo  is where they’ll have to stay. Kisuke has plans and Grimmjow barely managed to follow this portion when his lover went over it; he’s not ignorant but Kisuke tends to forget that Grimmjow doesn’t think the way he does and can’t keep up with his lover’s leaps in logic.

He’s more a man of the moment and he knows it.

And the current moment demands… some sort of safety. In Hueco Mundo. In a time where Grimmjow doesn’t have his fraccion or alliances or anything, really.

He doesn’t dare go to his past self – he can sense himself roving about, and isn’t that disorienting as hell – because he knows himself and he knows how possessive he is, and he really doesn’t want to fight while protecting Kisuke. The other former – future? – espada that he can sense are also mostly out of the question; he doesn’t trust Aaroniero, Szayelaporro, Zommari, Nnoirta, or Yammy in the slightest, he’s pretty sure that bastard Ulquiorra is currently pretending to be a tree or something equally depressing, he doesn’t even know if Tier is currently strong enough to protect them, fuck Barragan and that asshole’s pretension…

Which, unfortunately, leaves the lazy loner and the overly cheerful centaur, Starrk and Nelliel.

Grimmjow sighs, hoists Kisuke higher, and makes his way towards the ‘dead lands’ where Starrk makes his home. The two of them are strong enough to withstand the Vasto Lorde’s reiatsu, even with Kisuke unconscious and drained.

(They’ve withstood worse with less, anyway. Starrk never really wanted to kill anyone and that makes all the difference.)

He settles in a trough between dunes. Pulls Kisuke into his lap. Leans back to stare up at the familiar sky, combing his hand through Kisuke’s hair again and again.

He stays even as he senses Starrk and Lilynette advancing towards them. Stays even as the two crest the top of a dune and stare down at them in shock.

“Yo,” Grimmjow greets them lazily, double-checking Kisuke’s pulse just in case. But his lover is fine, resting as peacefully as he ever can these days, and so Grimmjow just arches an eyebrow at his stunned former-future ally and makes a snap decision. “Yer fuckin’ late. Get yer asses down here, I’ve got a story you’re gunna want ta hear.”

(Kisuke is going to never let him hear the end of this.)

(But fuck, he can’t help but wonder how things would have gone if Starrk had survived Aizen’s war. The most powerful Espada of all, thrown against beings weak to Hollow reiatsu.)

(Yeah, Grimmjow can’t wait to fuck those assholes up with Starrk at his side.)