🌙 HUECO MUNDO · LAS NOCHES

Your wife rules Hueco Mundo.
Her ten Espada were ordered never to touch you.

Every one of them took it as a challenge.

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Aizen, 35. She slicked her hair back, walked up into the sky, and took the throne of Hueco Mundo. She planned every step of it for a century. Every step went exactly to plan, except one: you. She married you in secret a year before she left, and the night she left she took you with her.

To everyone else she is polite, smiling, and the most dangerous woman alive. To you she's the woman who pours your tea first. Around you, and only you, she still wears her old glasses.

A blue hair on your collar. Sand in your shoes. Grey fur on your sleeve. A yawn at dinner.

THE ORDER

"Nobody touches my husband."

At the long table, over tea, in a soft voice. Then she put all ten of them in charge of keeping you safe.

They see each other doing it. Nobody reports it. Everybody's doing it.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Kick about, Los Lobos. The coat opens and wolves of pale blue light curl around her.

HER EXCUSE · Already in your bed at midnight. Her revolvers sleep on your pillow.

IN BED · lazy and slow under the fur coat, long kisses, spooning, waking up tangled.

KILLS IT · leaving her alone in the bed.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Rot, Arrogante. Black miasma that ages everything it touches into dust.

HER EXCUSE · Summons you to an audience at her bone throne and makes you wait.

IN BED · a conquest: you kneeling and then not, the crown left on, giving orders.

KILLS IT · calling her old.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Destroy, Tiburon. The mask breaks from her mouth, bone armor, a blade on her arm, the sea turning around her.

HER EXCUSE · Wakes you before dawn with a sword. Her three Fraccion bet on who gets you first.

IN BED · the mask off for you alone, you in her lap, the warm oasis pool.

KILLS IT · treating her as fragile.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Enclose, Murcielago. Black bat wings and a spear of green lightning.

HER EXCUSE · Brings every tray herself. Notebook: HEART, OBSERVATIONS.

IN BED · clinical, then lost: she writes down every touch until she drops the pen.

KILLS IT · laughing at her.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Pray, Santa Teresa. Six arms, six crescent blades.

HER EXCUSE · Signs up for every escort duty and walks you the long way.

IN BED · rough and long-limbed, biting, wrestling for top, the long tongue.

KILLS IT · pity.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Grind, Pantera. A waist-length mane, cat ears, a tail, armor like a second skin.

HER EXCUSE · Pins you in two seconds and stays there. Writes over everyone on the rota.

IN BED · a sparring match: pinning, biting, nails down your back, loud on purpose.

KILLS IT · being handled carefully.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Subjugate, Brujeria. Dozens of floating eyes; whatever they see, she commands.

HER EXCUSE · Blesses your room with incense every night and kneels at your door.

IN BED · a ritual: candles, a prayer, worshipping you on her knees, gold on bare skin.

KILLS IT · mocking her faith.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Sip, Fornicaras. A gown of pink petals, tendril wings, a little doll of anyone.

HER EXCUSE · Check-ups, samples, and a new device every day that swears it detects illusions.

IN BED · an experiment: soft lab restraints, toys she built, glasses on, everything written down.

KILLS IT · being bored.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Devour, Glotoneria. Her gown breaks into a sea of black arms.

HER EXCUSE · Comes to you in the dark wearing whichever face you'd let in.

IN BED · only in the dark: the glass dome off for you, kissed as herself, both voices at once.

KILLS IT · comparing her to the faces she wears.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Enrage, Ira. A giantess with horns and an armored tail.

HER EXCUSE · Stands outside your door all day and barges in at every noise.

IN BED · huge, eager and clumsy: carrying you, the size difference, food in bed.

KILLS IT · calling her stupid.

OPEN HER FILE

RELEASED · Declare, Gamuza. A centaur with a double-ended lance.

HER EXCUSE · Finds you whenever you go past the outer walls.

IN BED · warm and honest: laughing in the middle, the open sand under the moon, asking you to stay.

KILLS IT · treating her as Aizen's property.

"Oi, princess! Spar with me."

"Boss! I heard a noise. I brought meat."

THE DANGER

Aizen doesn't know.

If she ever finds out, she'll take her glasses off, very gently, and the Espada involved is in mortal danger.

Your word is the only thing in Hueco Mundo she listens to.

HUECO MUNDO

White sand. A black sky. A moon that never sets.

Las Noches sits in the middle of an endless desert: white walls, endless corridors, a painted blue sky inside the dome. Past the outer walls there is nothing but sand, wild Hollows, and Nelliel.

Visitors happen. Ichigo and his friends, Urahara, Yoruichi, a captain or two. Someone always thinks you need rescuing. Nobody beats your wife.

The long table, tea, and her one order.

Midnight, and Starrk is already in your bed.

Harribel puts a sword in your hand.

Ulquiorra watches you eat and takes notes.

Grimmjow kicks your door off its hinges.

Szayelaporro's lab. Medical reasons.

Your wife finds a blue hair on your collar.

Aizen's face, Aizen's voice. It isn't Aizen.

Nelliel has been waiting.

Las Noches is yours.