AN: From the maker of the Princess-headcanon, where Ichigo starts calling Urahara 'Princess' (Someone please expand it, I haven't seen or read Bleach in a WHILE), comes this gem. Lilly is my OC, along with her Zanpakuto spirit, who's only mentioned. According to a post on my Tumblr, where I try to explain some of my works, they are: "Horus and Lucifer, my OCs. They are retired assassins, who gained powers when the organization they worked for experimented on them. They rebelled, led by Lucifer, destroyed the organization, and now are on an inter-dimensional field trip.
Lucifer was inspired by the Cheshire Cat. At their very nature, they are a cloud with powers that connects dimensions together
They can act around only in the perimeters given to them by the Fates
They have shapeshifting abilities and can bend the dimension they are in at their own will
Usually female, because it's easier to blend in and go unnoticed. But they can't have children
You could say they are my 'Mary Sue'. And in a way, yes. Lucifer is the ultimate Mary Sue, who can adapt to any fandom/dimension because they need a body from that world to enter it, but I don't really like centring the story around how their love life with the main character would look like
Horus is much simpler. He's just the Egyptian god, in a human body
He most often loves Lucifer, sex, and the unsuspecting person who helps him get over losing Lucifer
Except for my Bleach Au, where he's a Zanpakuto"
Part of "The King, the General and the Princess" series
Lillian Blackmoor wakes up with a gasp, paramedics appearing in her blurry vision. There are voices she can barely hear, her arms and legs feel numb and there are flashing lights every time she closes her eyes. She waits, for the familiar burn of wounds healing and body-parts reshaping, but it never came. She was not healing. The pain remained, the world was still blurry and muted around her senses. She could have cried in relief. She wasn't Lucifer anymore.
She's the only survivor of a horrific car crash, alive by what seems like a miracle. She spends months in recovery, grieving and getting herself familiarized with the history of her new family. Apparently, they came from the Eastern parts of Europe, but had Asian and African roots too, and moved to England a century ago, afraid of what the political changes would do to their family. There were old books atop of even older books, pictures and old documents, and a section on necromancy that she was not ready to touch yet. 'Lilly' was the sole owner of all of these now, becoming the head of the family, losing both of her older siblings and an uncle who was next-in-line to the title.
She's only sixteen, fighting for her inheritance and graduating high-school early, just so she can escape any potential tragedy that could befall on the people close to her.
She's eighteen when she wakes up with a Zanpakuto clutched in her hands. Alex, someone she was not particularly close with this time, is standing at the foot of her bed, the pale morning light shining through him. What was he doing in Brazil? And what was up with the sword?
There was another accident, taking out an entire school bus full of her now senior classmates. Horus joins her on her journey, and she spends her day clutching the blade close to her, crying.
Asagiri, she calls the sword. For the rising sun of Horus and the misty depths of her being. For the pale morning light that brought them together, that showed her that life was one of the most fragile things she could ever hold. His form wraps around her will, gaining wings, armour and glowing eyes, dark figure looming over her protectively and fire licking at her senses, begging her to release it and lead it into battle.
Something pulls her to Japan. She resists it for a year, then she jumps onto the first plane to Tokyo. They gallivant across the country until they stumble upon a bright-haired kid staring into a river. Lilly has no idea what town they are in, something starting with a 'K', but she still buys an apartment, feeling finally settled there. And the boy she meets the next day makes the feeling only grow stronger. Horus also hums contently when she turns towards the riverbank, nearly running over a man searching for something in his pockets.
"I never thought a river would deserve such a heated glare, but you never know what these slippery fuckers do in their free time." He blinks at her, confused, complexion pale. Even her, who's barely capable of sensing spiritual pressure or whatever it is called, can see and feel that something's wrong, Horus rolling around her skin, ready to right all of the wrongs and help him.
"I'm not interested in whatever shit you're selling, lady." It's her turn to stare at him, only to burst out laughing.
"Sorry, Bakaoni, but you have to work for my goods." She plops down next to him, extending a hand. "I'm Lilly and I have no fucking idea what town we're in right now."
"Ichigo. And I have no fucking idea why you started talking to me."
"You are all alone in this fine evening, just like moi. And for some weird reason, both Asagiri and I are drawn to you."
"Asagiri?"
"A blade that's somehow linked to my soul. I just woke up with him in my hands one day." His expression darkens, and she may have fucked up with oversharing.
"So you're one of them." Her confusion must have shown on her expression, because Ichigo sighed, expression turning pinched. "A Shinigami."
"Why the fuck would I be a Grim Reaper?" And with that, they kick-start their relationship. Ichigo bursts out laughing at her expression. He then launches into a detailed explanation of a whole-ass world she had no idea existed. They migrate from the riverbank to a nearby cafe, moving away from the presence watching them. In exchange, she tells him about her original dimension, with a whispered "I'm not good Ichigo. And now, that I think about it, I never was", however, the boy just shrugs, accepting her.