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rose-riot-johnson · 3 months

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Okay my Tumblr Peeps... I decided to write a fanfic about non other than Bleach's very own Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez🐆😁👍It may not be my 1st time writing about him, to be honest, however it's definitely my 1st time writing about him by himself🐆😃👍Any1 who is a fan of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, I definitely have a treat for you🐆😁👍I just have so many ideas I have planned for this fanfic about Grimmjow😃👍 Also, apologies ahead of time if Grimmjow's pov, ends up having more paragraphs than the reader' pov (which I labeled your pov), considering this is the first fanfic I will have reader's pov and the character's pov😅

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🩵🐆What Happened To You, During The Nightclub Incident🐆🩵(Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Female Reader)

Genres: Angst (Possible Dark Angst) (Warning⚠️: Language, Trigger Warnings Include; Alcohol Consumption, Drugging, Violence, Blood, and Anything Unspeakable Depending On the Reader's Imagination)

The introduction:

You were invited by your friends to go with them to a night club they frequently go to. You accepted their invite, because you really have never been to a night club or any bars before, you were more comfortable going to places with your friends for some reason, and you weren't sure if you would have that opportunity again. You felt like you have known your friends for years, that they're the best friends you had ever had and you figured they're the ones you have your back. You truly trust no one else as much as you trusted your friends, so you believe in your heart that you could never have better friends than the friends you have...

Your pov:

You were already dressed, dolled up, and ready by the time your friends picked you up from the nightclub, your friends took you. You were extremely excited to to be there for the first time ever. You then noticed a man with blue hair and blue eyes, who was smiling at you (while drinking a glass of vodka), however his expression seems to switch after he saw your friends. Your friends told you that he's like this with most people and is a trouble maker, then told you to watch out for him, because they think he's a creep with anyone he likes, not to trust him, and called him a "sexual predator". To you he didn't seem like it, however how can you not trust your friends you figured.

A group of men, then went up to you, as your friends introduced you to the men who are near you. These men also said some things about him, as if they're warning you about him, then one of these men seemingly assured you, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you!", before he seemingly warned you, "If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, one of your friends said, "See? Even these gorgeous guys said this blue hair guy is trouble... But don't worry, (Female Reader Name)..., Then the friend who was talking was encouraging you to dance with one if the other me on the dance floor.

You were having so much fun dancing on the dance floor that you forgot your drink. After you got done dancing with the guy, you went back to where your friends were, as they cheered you on, before drinking your drink. "It's strange... I only took a couple sips of the drink and I'm feeling kinda funny right now...". Your friends then laughed as one of them said, "Maybe because your alcohol tolerance is low and we need to get it up higher...", before the second friend said, "Or possibly you're having such a good time, where you forgot you couldn't handle your booze", as all of your friends laughed before you feel into one of the men's arms passing out and drugged...

Grimmjow's pov:

Grimmjow is an (sixth or shall we say sexta) Espada, type of Arrancar, which is a type of hollow. He would occasionally go to the night club, to have a couple drinks, while trying to keep to himself (despite of his temper), then leave, however the night you went in that nightclub with your friends, he watched you. He sees your friends often when he's there (and he couldn't stand them), however to him there's something about you that is different about you.

While Grimmjow watches you he saw a group of men hanging around your friends, telling you negative stuff about him, as one of these men say, "Pay no attention to him! He may start trouble, but we know how to deal with trouble makers like him! Just let us know, if he starts anything with you! If I were you, I'd keep my distance from him!", as if he was warning you. After they went elsewhere inside the nightclub, they talked to you, as if they seemed like to have your back, then acted like they're encouraging you, as they had you dance with one of the other men on the dance floor. Once you went on the dance floor with one of the other men, it the man who was talking, the rest of the men, and your friends were putting stuff in your drink that appears to be, roofies (short for the actual name, rohypnol), ecstasy, and cocaine, all mixed together right with the alcohol you were drinking and Grimmjow madesure he recorded the whole thing.

The reason why Grimmjow can't stand your friends nor those men you just met, because he has been overhearing some stuff they mean stuff about you and even said about you as they complained, "I wished we could just get rid of her, because why I don't know why in the fuck we're friends with that loser in the first place, besides feeling sorry for her!", then the men would come over look for a "hot chick" to do unspeakable things to and your friends mentioned about bringing you over to the nightclub for them to try laying their hands on you. So, when the night that you came with your friends arrived he knew he had to find a way to get proof, so ofcourse he's going to record your friends true colors with his touchscreen cellphone.

As much as it makes Grimmjow cringe only rewatch and record the whole thing, especially with your friends calling you a "bitch" and a "virgin hoe", then laughing at you from feeling the drugged effect of drinking the beverage your friends and the rest of the group of men put drugs in, before you ending up passed out drugged up into the talkative man's arms, Grimmjow knows he rather not cause trouble until he's done recording, while he sensing your friends take advantage of you by their backstabbing tactics for how naive and gullible you really are with them, and will need some form of solid proof to show you who "your friends" truly are. After he gets done recording, the group of men were about to take you to the ally way, however before they were able to carry you outside to take you to the ally way, Grimmjow went up to the men and began to punch one of the men in the face and knocked him out cold. The rest of the men tried attack him and quickly bring you outside, he pound some of their heads to a bloody pulp, twist a couple of the men's arms, a few he gave them a bloody nose, and he even kicked the talkative man in the balls. When one of your friends tried to complain and the rest of your friends were about to take you outside to dispose of you, by throwing you in the dumpster, Grimmjow scolded, "Don't you dare fucken, do what I fucken think you're about to do as your back up plan! I knew you were terrible friends to your friend who is (Female Reader Name)! However I just didn't fucken know you ladies and those men were in on drugging the kind looking lady! You ladies and those men seem like you're all out to get her! You are basically working with those men who have a history of drugging other women! For all of your actions you ladies have committed, none of you deserve a friend like her! Infact she deserves better than two faced backstabbing jerks like all of you ladies! Every single one of you disgust me! We're leaving and never coming back here!". Grimmjow then carried you in his arm, leaving the nightclub and finding a place to take care to look after you.

The aftermath of the nightclub incident:

As you were waking up, you saw that you weren't in the nightclub with your "friends". You saw you were in an abandoned motel room that doesn't look abandoned, then you saw the blue haired man your friends and the group of men were talking bad about, as if they seemed to warn you. You were frightened and was thinking about trying to run away out of fear, however the blue haired man calmly said, "Relax... You're safe now... From all of the times I heard your so called friends mentioned about you and your name, you must be (Female Reader Name), if I'm not mistaken...", before introducing himself, "My name's Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez... Call me Grimmjow...". You then in a frightened state cried, "Why are you talking about about my friends? And you are the bad man who my friends and those men warmed me about... What have you done to me? What have you done to my friends?". Grimmjow gave you an annoyed and not surprised look as he replied, "What I done to you and what have I done to your friends?! I knew you would believe everything they say! It's more like what those men and your "friends" did to you and their motives! I saved your life! Those friends of your are not your friends and are backstabbers who only took you as a friend out of pity! They even called you a loser and I don't see why they think of you as such! Those men and those who you call your friends are fucken cowards and your friends were even about to throw you in the dumpster after I defended you against those men who were about to do unspeakable things to you!", before handing you his cellphone, as he continued, "And if you don't fucken believe me, you have my permission to see the video of last night! Watch the evidence of your fake friends true colors, while I cook some food for you!".

You watched the whole video, Grimmjow recorded. As you were watching the video, you were horrified at everything he was recording. What your "friends" and those men doing with your drink, everything your "friends" said about you, them laughing at you while you were drinking and you passing out drugged after you were drinking. You ended up shaking wondering if you really are everything your friends said about you or if you could really trust anyone, before you bursted to tears. Once Grimmjow finished cooking, he then went to check on you, as he then said, "I'm truly sorry you haf to see this video for yourself, however I can sense your so naive and gullible to the point where you believe everything they say! I hate to say this... They probably have never been truly your friends...".

You went to hug Grimmjow as you cried on his left shoulder, as you continued to sob, "This is all my fault! If I never had any drinks, then non of this would have happened! If I can't trust my friends, who in the hell can I trust?!". Grimmjow then hugged you, while petting the back of your head, as he replied, "Unfortunately that's life... They're just the wrong friends for you... Also don't blame yourself! None of this is your fault and you didn't know better! Those me and your fake friends are in fault... Not you! Now you know who really are trying to make you their prey... And I get we just met, however maybe we should know eachother better, so we can work on trusting eachother... I will admit... I might be an asshole, but I'm not as heartless, as I seem to be...". After the conversation you and Grimmjow had together, he letted you eat the food he cooked for you that you were able to eat up, to ensure you feel better, considering you were having an upset stomach from what happened to you at the nightclub that night.

After you were feeling all better, you and Grimmjow agreed on letting you live in Hueco Mundo, considering that you would live anywhere he would live in. Despite that he did warn you that Hueco Mundo is a dangerous place to live in considering there are hollows who are extremely strong, mean, and heartless who have no honor, you still would be happy to go anywhere with him, because he saved your life and you knew you would feel safer in Hueco Mundo, than you would bring around those who you thought were your friends. Years after living with Grimmjow in Hueco Mundo, you never looked back, as you felt in your heart, soul, and gut that this is one of the best decisions you had ever made. (Up to the reader's imagination if she does end up having a relationship with Grimmjow)

🐆🩵The End🩵🐆

I will admit I did get alot of ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic and I decided the ideas I have written down for the fanfic, I'm not letting that go to waste and I really had fun coming up with ideas for this fanfic about Grimmjow🐆😃👍Last year, I was going to write a similar idea with a particular Soul Reaper who I haven't written about before, however I cancelled out on a similar idea, because I did procrastinate on some fanfics and haven't continued on with certain fanfics in the drafta such as the fanfic idea I had for this particular Soul Reaper, I wasn't 💯% sure if I could pull off with the similar idea at the time last year, and I basically couldn't keep ideas for this similar fanfic while continuing on with other ideas with it where I letted the ideas for planning a similar go to waste last year. Fortunately ideas for this Grimmjow fanfic came in my head and despite of these ideas going in my head there are alot of inspirations for this Grimmjow fanfic. If I did make any spelling or grammar mistakes I may have rushed the fanfic without reading it thoroughly and stuff, otherwise I did try my best with spelling and grammar while trying to look on spelling with certain words. As for "bitch" or "virgin hoe", I have used the word virgin before, while the words "bitch" and "hoe" I rarely use with writing fanfics, however considering the way I'm writing about the reader's friends, their motives, and stuff, this is 1 of the rare fanfics I have written "bitch" and/or hoe in. As for Grimmjow, I really wanted to write something about him. Months before I discovered Tumblr, I grew fascinated with Grimmjow😃👍I just knew there's something to like about him. To be honest, I just like him, with or without any reasons🐆😁👍As time went by, I have found out there are other people who like him, which I'm really happy about🙂 I also have been thinking about possibly writing another Grimmjow fanfic or so somewheres in the future, even if it's near future🐆😃👍Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this Grimmjow fanfic I have written 🐆😁👍

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waterless-witch · 6 months

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 8

TW: Dark themes, violence, forced marriage and swearing. Minors DNI!

This is my first fic so please be kind! I’ve also got it posted on A03 and Wattpad under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Notes: Sorry it took so long! I rewrote it like 5 times and I still don’t like it all that much but it’s been a month and I felt bad not updating. I might come back and rewrite this chapter eventually we’ll see.

Previous Chapter

With baited breath you wait to see if he’ll continue. There’s a chance he won't, he often leaves you with more questions than answers and it wouldn’t be all that unlikely for him to do so again. Grimmjow had always been hesitant to tell anything about himself or even the land he came from and this seemed so much more important than any of that. It was personal and while you wanted to know what he meant or who his family was you wouldn’t push the matter if he didn’t want to tell you, not that pushing would get you anywhere but still you understood why he might not want to share such things, you certainly didn’t talk to many people about your own mother.

He’s still looking towards the ceiling when he speaks again, “My mother was weak like you. She needed protection, she was pretty like you too.” He scoffed with a small laugh before continuing, “Worked out for her about as well as it’s worked out for you.” He says letting his eyes flick to you for just a moment.

You keep your mouth shut, not even wanting to breathe too loud out of fear that he’ll stop talking, you're a bit unsure of why you want him to continue but you desperately need to hear what he’s going to say. “My father stole her from her family, she hated him, tried to kill him and then herself over and over again but my father wouldn’t let her go, he wanted sons. He was a warlord, he needed sons.” He pulls his eyes back up to the ceiling before continuing. “It’s harder for our kind to reproduce, it's almost rare to have a child, but eventually it happened.”

Grimmjow’s voice almost sounds sad, or at least as sad as you’ve ever heard him. “She wasn’t like you. She didn’t care about other people, not even her own children. She wanted nothing to do with me, leaving me to my father to train and… Mold how he saw fit.” He didn’t go into much detail about his father but what he had said left you feeling uneasy, it was enough of an implication to make you shiver. You felt awful for him but he just kept talking.

“When I was eight she had my sister, she named her Seraphina. I hoped that my mother would love her, she wasn’t a son, my father would have little interest in her and she wouldn’t grow into the same kind of monster that hurt her. She should have loved her, but she didn’t.” You couldn’t help but think of your own mother, she had died when you were young but she had adored you. You were always close and you couldn’t imagine a mother hating her children, you can’t help but wonder if you could have hated your children if you’d had them with Aizen. You hoped that you wouldn’t have but how would you know.

“Our people congratulated my mother when she was born, they celebrated, drank and danced like it was something to be happy about. Like we weren’t living proof of her imprisonment.” You couldn’t help but think of your own wedding, how awful you felt to see people celebrating while you were in agony. Grimmjow was one of few who hadn’t seemed happy that day and while at the time you hadn’t understood it you do now. You can’t even begin to imagine the kind of memories that day had brought up.

“My father thought he had broken my mother down, thought she was done with all her attempts to run or end her own life, so he took me and a few men on a hunt. We were only gone a few days. Our camp was attacked while we were gone.” He pauses for a long moment and you think he might be done talking but after a few moments he starts again.

“She left her there. Alone.” He bites out, “A little girl less than three years old, she couldn’t get out of our tent when it caught fire.” Your eyes widen and you breathe in a shaky breath. “She ran, she didn’t even try to find Sera, just left. My father found her a few days later, dead from the elements. He didn’t care too much, he found another pretty girl and started all over like none of it happened.”

Instantly you feel remorse, you had no way of knowing about any of this when you threaten to leave or throw yourself from the roof but you can’t help but feel bad, you know your words must have brought back terrible memories. He’s looking at you again, face completely unreadable.

It takes you a moment to recognize he’s finished talking, you swallow thickly, “I’m sorry Grimmjow,” You all but whisper, “For all of it, what I said, what you went through, it shouldn’t have happened.”

His eyebrows twitch a bit and for a second you think he might be angry but he huffs a small laugh, “Lots of things shouldn’t happen the way they do princess.” He says, “I hated you for a long time when I’d first been told about you.” Grimmjow confesses keeping your gaze.

Your eyebrows knit but you don’t say anything, you’re not quite sure what to say or if you should say anything at all. “All I could think about was my mother and sister, even when we’d found you it's all I saw. I thought you deserved what was coming for you, why should you get to exist, all delicate, with sweet words and dressed all pretty while my sister burned? I was sure you were exactly like my mother. But you’re nothing like her and you made that very clear from the start. You're kind, you care for people. Even when you shouldn’t.” You didn’t understand what he meant by any of that and in turn gave him a questioning look.

“You worried for that knight. Hell, you tried to stop Aizen from hurting him.” He says with an exasperated laugh. “You had no way to stop him and nothing to offer him that he wasn’t going to take from you anyways, but still you tried.”

He lays back down and closes his eyes but continues speaking, “You all but cried for the people your husband massacred, you’re so weak but you did everything in your power to keep that one man safe, you almost fucking started weeping when you thought he’d been killed anyways, you were glad he escaped, even though he left you behind. You were upset when Aizen killed that man for you, he tried to fucking rape you and still you didn’t wish death on him. Fuck princess, I put a knife in your hand and told you exactly how to kill your husband but you wouldn’t, you were willing to die trying to escape rather than taking a life.” He’s strangely calm, you’d find comfort in it if you weren’t talking about what you were.

“I felt for you during your wedding night. My comrades started placing bets on how long you’d live or if you’d kill yourself. They made me fucking sick. You looked horrified when you realized how many of your people betrayed you, how many stood by him.” He bites out, “One of those cowards should have stepped up and done something…” he pauses for another minute. “That fucking knight shouldn’t have left you behind.” He sneers. “It shouldn’t have happened to you. Your people should have at least tried to help you.” Grimmjow tsks letting his eyes fall back open.

He stares at the ceiling for a long time before he speaks again, so long that you think you're done talking. “I think you're the only person I’ve ever met who’s not afraid of me or who doesn’t want to use me as a weapon.” He confesses in another whisper, like he had before you left the manor.

You think about his words for a long time before you answer. You don’t think any of what you’d done was particularly kind, in fact you remember saying mean things to him quite a few times in your first few days. You were certainly scared of him at first, you’re not really sure when it had begun to fade, perhaps when he’d tried to bring you food the day after your wedding, or maybe when he brought you the tea. You felt bad, you were using him now weren’t you? “I was afraid of you, at first.” You clarify to him quietly. The sun had begun to set and the last of the sunlight filters through the window between the two of you. While you know you should let him sleep, you can’t help but want to keep talking with him.

He chuckles, “I bet you were.” He looks over to you again. “You should have been, hell you should still be afraid of me.” He says with a shake of his head.

You swallow thickly as guilt about the whole predicament continues to bite at you. “Am I not using you now? How is it any different?” You ask meekly with a hint of sadness. You weren’t as kind as he thought. He didn’t see it now but he would eventually and he’d hate you for it.

Grimmjow just chuckles a bit, “It’s different.” He tells you, reminding you of the evening in the library. You’d said the same thing when he had asked if you were scared of him. “Get some sleep princess, we have another early start.” He tells you, ending the conversation and you nod.

You crawl under the covers and lay there for a while, mind wandering over everything that had happened and everything Grimmjow had told you. You know that he had kept most of the brutal details of his story to himself but it still upset you. He was still an enigma to you but some of it made more sense, why he’d gone through the trouble of the tea or offered the chance to free yourself at least made sense. You thought about his sister and how unfair and cruel it all was. You still wondered how he came to work for Aizen and where his father was or if he was even still alive but you weren’t about to ask, he told you far more than you’d expected and you didn’t want to push him and accidentally upset him further.

You don’t know how long you lay there awake but it takes forever for you to fall asleep, the bed is comfortable, especially when compared to the cold ground of the previous night. When sleep does find you it's a dreamless night, which is fine with you in comparison to what you’d been dreaming of, you didn’t need that confusion on top of what you were already feeling.

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Sunlight has just started to peak into the widow when you wake up. You open your eyes groggily and blink a few times, you look around and immediately take notice that Grimmjow is not in bed. You jerk yourself up quickly, the blanket is tossed haphazardly near the foot of the bed indicating that he had been there but you're unsure of how long ago. Your eyes dart to the small bathroom door which is still wide open and empty.

A bit of panic sets in, you pull yourself out of bed and look out the window, there’s no movement outside but you can’t see the horse from the window. You make your way to the door, ready to peak out and check to see if for some reason he’d left. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe you’d upset him and he’d just left, you didn’t know and your mind spun with possibilities.

Just as you’re about to reach the door it opens, you stop, taking a step back to avoid getting hit with the door and watch as Grimmjow enters back into the room as cold air blows in behind him. He looks down at you and raises a single brow, “Something the matter?” He asks as he slips in the room and closes the door, stopping the cold flow of air.

You feel a bit dumb at the realization that he hadn’t left, he hadn’t given you any reason to distrust him. A small blush rises on your cheeks, “I-uh, I thought you…” You start to say.

“Ditched ya?” He asks, finishing your sentence. You nod your head lightly, still feeling foolish. Grimmjow just shakes his head with a light smirk, “Nah,” he starts lazily, handing you a cloak that you hadn’t bothered to notice, he held a second one for himself and you couldn’t help but feel bad that he’d again gone out of his way for you yet again. You still had his jacket so you looked up at him in question. “It’ll get a lot colder the closer we get to that mountain and I can’t give you all my clothes.” He says with a smirk making you flush a bit further. It was strangely nice to see him falling back into his normal behaviors, even if said behaviors were tormenting you.

You nod in understanding, “Thank you, again.” You tell him, Grimmjow just rolls his eyes. You can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t like you thanking him because no one ever has before. The thought depresses you a bit. You wonder what he would have been like if he’d been born in your land, or anywhere else. You think he would have been a knight, he seems to despise them but you still believe it all the same.

Grimmjow throws his own cloak on the bed then flops down himself. “We leave in an hour, wash up or rest or read or whatever.” He says with a wave of his hand. He didn’t seem as talkative as the previous night but that’s alright with you, there’s a strange arua between the two of you right now, it's not stressed or angry like normal, just calmness. You gently fold the cloak and remove his jacket, setting both on the bed delicately, out of the corner of your eye you can see Grimmjow watching you with interest but he doesn’t move or say anything. You don’t say anything either as you make your way to the small bathroom, there’s no tub but there is a spigot above a drain on the broken tiled floor.

There’s a small dented metal bucket in the corner and you grab it, you rinse it out before filling it with water from the tap. The water runs cold but you don’t care as you strip from your clothes. You gently rest them on the sink, careful not to get them wet and you wet a washcloth and bathe to the best of your ability. The cold water bites at your skin but you hold out through your quick wash.

When you re-emerge you take note that Grimmjow has everything packed by the door, he cracks open an eye and watches you move to put his jacket back on. You shiver lightly at the cold which makes him chuckle, “Cold?” He asks as he sits up fully. You hum your acknowledgement and he snorts, “You’ll have a rough next few hours then, I need to hunt as we go which means going slow. ” He tells you in a mock informational tone.

You again hum as you unfold the cloak, “I’ll survive.” You answer back as you tie the strings thightly. Grimmjow gives a small barking laugh and pulls his own cloak on before making his way to the door. He grabs the supplies then holds the door for you. The cloak helps a lot with the cold and you're thankful as he readies the horse then helps you up.

The two of you eat a quick breakfast of dried meat while riding. You don’t speak much, Grimmjow has the bow at the ready, keeping an eye out for any game that might come across your path. You can’t tell if it's your imagination or not but it almost seems like he’s sitting a bit closer and keeping his arms closer to your body. You might find it strange but he feels incredibly warm compared to the cold winter air around you, you’re also hyper aware of you still wet and cold hair on your neck which causes you to shiver lightly. Grimmjow chuckles a bit but he does noticeably move closer. Midway through the day he brings the horse to a quiet stop and draws an arrow from behind him, a few paces away a rabbit sniffs at some dried and dead grass. Grimmjow’s completely silent as he nocks an arrow, you're not even sure if he’s breathing, you’re certainly not. You hold your breath and watch as he aims, then in a blink he's released the arrow, it embeds itself through the rabbits neck, pinning the animal to the ground.

You can’t stop the small gasp that you release as you watch the small animal die. Grimmjow dismounts to retrieve the rabbit, pulling the arrow from its neck and flicking a small amount of blood to the ground beneath him as he walks back. “You’re so delicate.” He tells you as he ties the rabbit’s carcasses to the bags.

His gaze flicks up to you, waiting on an answer that you don’t really have, “I’ve just never seen someone hunt before.” You say a bit embarrassed, making him chuckle.

“And you thought you could make it all on your own.” He mocks as he climbs back up behind you. You roll your eyes and ignore him which only seems to entertain him more.

A few more hours pass before you see another rabbit, this time when Grimmjow slows the horse he reaches for your hand. You jerk a bit but he doesn’t let go, instead he puts the bow in your hand while keeping his hand firmly placed on yours. His other hand grabs for an arrow and again he places it in your hand before placing his hand above yours. You try again to pull your hands away from him but he simply squeezes both your hands to make you stop, not in a painful manner, just enough to deter you.

With his hands over your own he nocks the arrow, you desperately want him to let go of your hands, you have no interest in hunting and you really don’t want to kill this poor rabbit. He pulls back the bow string as you release a shaky breath, even with his help you can feel the strain of the bowstring against your arms. You can’t see his face but you can all but feel his eyes flick to you before returning to the rabbit. The hand above the arrow tightens around your own a bit, his touch is warm against your cold hand but it's not much of a comfort as he pulls your hand from the arrow. You squeeze your eyes shut to stop yourself from watching the poor animal die, you can hear the arrow fly into the animal and the subsequent squeak it lets out. “You should learn to use the bow, might come in handy.” He says breaking the silence and letting the bow slip from your hand gently.

Grimmjow slips from the horse and you watch him as he again retrieves the rabbit and ties it with the one from earlier. You’re unsure of what to say so you simply say nothing. “I could teach you.” He offers and you consider for a second before he continues. “Might help you relax a bit, knowing you could defend yourself, at least long enough for me to help you if we’re separated for a moment.” Grimmjow explains calmly while holding eye contact with you. He has a point, even if you don’t like the idea of using the weapon you know ultimately that he’s right. You can’t think of a good reason to deny him so you nod your head.

Grimmjow ties the horse to a tree before he helps you down. You thank him weakly, still unsure of learning archery with him, you don’t like the idea of having to kill more animals. “Look, more than likely you’ll never use it, I’ll just show you the basics. No more hunting, just target practice, I promise.” He tells you a bit awkwardly though it does make you feel a bit better.

After moving a small distance from the horse Grimmjow finds a spot he deems suitable. You take the bow from him as he goes up to one of the larger trees ahead of you. You watch, mesmerized, as his hand darkens and forms into those animalistic claws. They somehow seem darker than the last time you’d seen them, they looked darker than the night sky, like light couldn’t touch them even if you held a flame to his skin. Quickly, he craved an X into the bark and turned back towards you. The claws were gone before he even finished turning and you were again amazed with how stunning the transformation was, how quickly he could bare them amazed you.

Your eyes watch the hand that had bore claws just moments ago as he makes his way back to where you stood. “Scared?” Grimmjow asks with a small smirk. You briefly consider telling him how impressed you are but decide against it, not wanting to fan his ego or embarrass yourself.

It takes a second for you to pull your eyes away but you do and look up at him, you're not scared, not in the slightest so you just shake your head, “No.” you tell him while still gazing up at him, he snorts a small laugh and pulls an arrow from the quiver at his back.

He steps behind you, his hands fall to your hips and he lightly kicks your feet apart making you flush, his hands on you again feel warm and you almost want to keep him there. The thought brings heat to your face and you can’t help but wonder why you’d think something like that. “Keep your feet shoulder length apart.” He tells you drawing you out of your own head as he steadies you then places the arrow in your hand. You follow his instructions then look up at him, his gaze flicks down to your own eyes quickly before looking back towards the tree, “Always keep your eyes where you're aiming.” He says pulling his hands from you completely, you miss the warmth but would never dare voice it or let him know.

You mumble out an apology as you look back towards the X that he’d marked into the tree. He reaches for your hand and nocks the arrow, his hand is warm and again you want him to stay close, “Three fingers to pull back, like this.” He tells you as he moves his fingers over yours. He has you hold the arrow between your pointer finger and middle finger with your index finger below it.

Grimmjow’s other hand falls to your hand on the bow and pulls it up so that you’re ready to draw the bowstring back. “When you pull, keep your back straight and pull in as straight of a line as possible, it keeps your aim straight.” He explains before he helps you pull the bowstring back. His chest is almost all the way pressed to your own and you can’t help but fluster a bit further, you’d blame it on the cold if he asked but luckily he doesn’t. He pulls your hand from the drawn bow string until it sails into the middle of the X on the tree.

You’re impressed with his aim, especially considering that he was helping you and not aiming himself, you look up to him but he’s already looking at you. For half moment you two just stare at each other, his hands still over your own, but after a second he pulls away. “Your turn.” He tells you with a hard pat to your shoulder that throws you a bit off balance.

You straighten back up while taking another arrow from him, you follow all the directions he’d given you but your arrow lands nowhere near the X. Grimmjow made you continue firing arrows until after an hour so, one arrow eventually embeds itself close enough to the X that Grimmjow deems it good enough. The two of you make your way back to the horse in order to make camp for the night. Grimmjow gathers nearby wood and sticks to build up a fire that you can’t wait to be in front of.

The sun had begun to set, letting a much colder chill take over the forest the two of you resided in. Grimmjow lights the small fire before he makes his way over to the horse and you watch him untie the rabbits then go through one of the bags. “Nabbed this for you.” He says with disinterest as he drops something onto your lap. It’s a book, upon closer inspection it's the book from the inn that you’d been reading the previous day.

You blink up at him for a second, “You stole this?” You ask with an unbelieving laugh while giving him a small smile that he doesn’t return, instead he just scowls at you.

“Not like they were using it, plus it keeps you outta my hair. I’ll never understand why you like reading so much.” He scoffs out at you. You can’t help but think he’s putting on a front, he seems to do so often when he’s being kind to you, always taking a backhanded approach. His blue eyes flick up to yours for a second before he sits down and begins skinning the rabbit. You find yourself thinking back to the first day you’d spent in the library with him, you thought about how you’d considered offering to teach him to read but decided against it. You’d reasoned that you weren’t friends and that’s why you couldn’t help him and while you still technically weren’t quite friends you still found yourself wondering if you should offer now, you had a long way ahead of you and it would pass the time.

“I could teach you,” You begin trying to say, he stops what he’s doing and his eyes flick up to yours again. You can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed and nervous as you continue but at least you can blame the flushing of your skin on the cold. “If you wanted to, that is.” You elaborate not wanting to seem like you were pressuring him into it.

Grimmjow doesn’t say anything for a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes flick back and forth over you, he’s clearly thinking. He settles back, pulling his knife away from the rabbit to fully focus on you. “And why exactly would you do that?” He asks with narrowed and untrusting eyes.

“It might come in handy.” You tease back in a light and cheery tone, recalling what he’d said to you about learning how to use the bow. “Besides, we don’t have much else to do as we travel and I’m sure it will help you wherever you decide to go once this is all over.” You explain trying to sound as nice as possible in order to try to get him to agree.

He considers your words for a moment, you think he might deny your offer for a moment but he doesn’t, “Fine.” He bites out with a small amount of irritation, you can't help but smile at him, you’re not sure that he’d enjoy reading the way that you do but it was a good feeling to be able to do something for him for once instead of the other way around.

Your mind starts to wander as Grimmjow continues to prepare the rabbits. Where will he go after all this? Surely he can’t go back to Aizen, he doesn’t seem fond of the land he grew up in either. You guess he could go anywhere, one of the surrounding kingdoms perhaps. Aizen had also promised to invade them as well though and you were positive he had to know that. “Where will you go after all of this?” You ask, tired of trying to guess.

Grimmjow shrugs, he doesn’t look up at you immediately, too busy with skewering the first of the rabbits and then setting it to cook. “Away from this mess.” He tells you while finally letting his eyes meet yours, “I don’t plan on sticking around when things go bad, I’m not one of your little knights.” He tells you, with a glare.

“Trust me I know you're not a knight.” You start to tease at him and he scowls at you. Normally it's him who’s picking on you and it's nice for a change to be the one to tease him.

His brow is still furrowed as he begins skinning the second rabbit, “And what exactly does that mean?” He bites out.

“Well-“ You start, drawing out the word, “A knight would be nicer to me.” You tell him, making him scoff.

“I’m plenty nice to you.” He argues back, making you laugh, a real laugh not a cut off one or a sarcastic one. His eyes flick up to you and he watches you for a second with almost a bewildered expression.

You don’t start talking again until he looks away from you and back to his task at hand, “You can be nice to me.” You agree with him, “But a knight wouldn’t manhandle me the way you do or talk to me the way you, or just do anything the way you do.”

Grimmjow scoffs, “Yeah?” He starts, “And all those knights that speak to you so kindly and who wouldn’t dream of upsetting you, they left you behind. They didn’t stick around to fight for you so maybe they’re not as great as you think.” He doesn’t look up to you as he works.

His words hurt your feelings for a moment but you quickly get over it, getting away with you would have been an impossible task for them and it’s not fair of you to ask that of anyone. “They couldn’t have gotten me out.” You voice bluntly as he finishes the second rabbit and begins to cook it.

Grimmjow settles back and looks at you again, “They should have tried.” He bites out, you don’t understand why he thinks that. You shake your head at him and he just rolls his eyes. The two of you spend the rest of the night in relative quiet, Grimmjow gives you some of the meat from the rabbits and the two of you eat while he saves the second for the next day.

You offer to stay awake while he sleeps and after a minute of arguing he reluctantly agrees on the promise that you’ll stay right beside him and wake him the instant you hear anything, even if you think it's nothing. You think he’s being dramatic but you agree nonetheless and eventually he falls asleep. You spend a long while just staring out into the forest, nothing moves besides the occasional light breeze along the treetops that you can’t even fully see with how dark the night gets. Eventually your eyes fell on Grimmjow, you’d never seen him so calm looking, all the hard lines on his face had fallen away with sleep and his signature scowl was completely missing. You can’t help but think that he looked almost like a painting. His features looked soft in comparison to the bone mask and again you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch it, you don’t out of fear of waking him but it’s still a prevalent thought in your mind.

You spend a long time just looking at him and thinking. He’s still a mystery to you but he’s becoming more and more of a comfort. Which is a problem in and of itself, you know that he’ll leave once this is all over and while you might have been able to convince yourself that you wouldn’t miss him before you doubt you could now. The world seemed so cruel for him and you wanted nothing more than for him to have a home of his own, even if it wasn’t anywhere near you. It just didn’t seem fair, all that he’d been through. You wonder what kind of relationship you’d have with him if you’d met him under different circumstances. Would the two of you have been friends? You doubt it, you don’t really think he would have given you the time of day if he hadn’t been forced to initially.

Your mind wanders a bit more and you find yourself thinking about the last time he’d left. Grimmjow had said that he would have slept with you under different circumstances and you wonder what those would have been and if he’d actually meant it. Would he have tried if Aizen hadn’t married you? Was he actually serious? Did you even want him to try? You try to stop thinking like that but it proves to be a lot easier said than done. You have to look away from him before you can even try to keep those thoughts at bay.

You’re looking up at the cold night sky looking at the stars when you hear multiple twigs snap. Faster than you can blink Grimmjow is awake and pulling you back so that your back comes in contact with his chest with his arm sprawled across you keeping you close and his other hand darts to the hilt of the sword he had placed next to him while he slept. You turn as best you can to look up at him in bewilderment. He’d woken up so fast and honestly his reaction startled you far more than the small noise had. Grimmjow’s eyes are locked on the direction the noise had come from, from the faint light of the fire you could see his eyes darting around looking for what had caused the noise. You definitely can’t see anything and you wonder if he had better eyesight than you did. It certainly seemed like that as he surveyed the area.

The two of you stay that way for several minutes before he slowly pulls his arm away from you and looks down at you while moving away from you. “Go to sleep princess.” He demands simply. You start to argue with him that there’s no way that he’s gotten enough sleep but he won't hear of it. Eventually you give in and listen and lay down to sleep, it takes you a while but you eventually fall asleep as the cold night air settles over you.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n #grimmjow x y/n #long fic

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How I would rewrite the TYBW arc so far:

It is Known, either by the Visoreds or Soul Reapers in general, that Quincies are extra double allergic to Hollows. When the warning goes out that the Sternritters are STEALING Bankai, not just locking them away, Shinji, Rose, Kensei, and Mashiro all immediately have the same idea. As far as we know Mashiro doesn't have a Bankai, and Shinji's is both easy to use and a massive pain in the ass, so they agree that either Rose or Kensei will be the guinea pigs. One or both of them lets their Bankai get stolen and whichever poor Sternritter takes it immediately has Magic Anaphylaxis. The Visoreds proceed to wreck shop.

Momo, best Kido user in her class, figures out how Bambietta's bombs work and devises a Kido version of Kurotsuchi's delay ball thingies on the fly. Bambi is immediately like "how did you do that, you bitch! >:D" and Momo is like "don't smile while you call me a bitch, bitch!" And then they have an absolutely apocalyptic battle that makes everybody kinda glad the Seireitei is already falling apart, because holy shit is that a lot of fire and explosions. Komamura and Shinji arrive towards the beginning of this fight and Komamura starts to step in to protect Momo like he did in canon, but Shinji stops him because he's her #1 Fan. (There is a flashback sequence of all the times Aizen subtly discouraged her from making herself more powerful, and then the first time she got impatient and just blew up a Hollow while on a mission with Shinji and he lost his goddamn mind with excitement. Sometimes healing is about rediscovering your inner pyromaniac.)

Unohana doesn't die in her fight with Zaraki. She doesn't need to to make the whole Kenpachi thing work; Unohana Kenpachi died when Unohana Retsu went to medical school and it's fine. She already went through the stages of grief for that version of herself, it's over and Zaraki is the new Kenpachi. Their fight ends with a very intense, bloody make-out session but they don't fuck nasty because they've got Quincies to kill. Batshit crazy kinky sex can happen some other time.

Gremmy gets really into fighting Zaraki, and Zaraki compliments his manic battle smile. Little do either of them know, this is the first time Gremmy has ever received Genuine Praise And Approval from a grown-up and he imprints on Zaraki like a homicidal little duckling. He ultimately loses because, deep down inside, he wants Zaraki to be his dad. Unohana is intrigued by the little goblin and saves his disembodied brain in a jar for later. (After the war is over, Unohana starts tutoring him in anatomy so he can imagine a less squishy body for himself, and he ends up getting into biology in general and imagining all sorts of bizarre chimeras as pets. Also Yachiru isn't secretly Zaraki's zanpakuto spirit and she demands Gremmy tell her exactly what kind of cookie he turned her bones into so she can taste them. Unohana and Zaraki think this is the cutest thing that ever happened, every other adult in Soul Society finds it incredibly disturbing.)

Renji and Bazz-B keep running into each other during the invasion and develop a bromantic rivalry that puts Ichigo and Grimmjow's bromantic rivalry to shame... until Bazz-B lets it slip that he killed Renji's good pal Izuru. Bazz doesn't know that they were friends, and Renji doesn't know who killed his buddy, he just knows that when he returned from the Royal Palace, Izuru's reiatsu was Conspicuously Absent. Bazz gloats about killing a lieutenant and Renji mentally sorts through all the lieutenants, puts 2 and 2 together, and it's like that moment in the Soul Society arc when Aizen catches Ichigo's blade: shit gets so real the music stops. And Renji just fucking annihilates Bazz-B on the spot. (This part is specifically inspired by @cryinglittlepeople pointing out that Renji not getting to avenge his friend is, and I quote, "clown shoe writing". Which it totally is.)(And since Renji gets to make mincemeat out of Bazz-B, he gets his obligatory Full Bankai Reveal Glory fight, so Rose and Kensei don't make fools of themselves fighting Mask.)

#bleach #i am a badass!momo truther before i am anything #also i think yachiru and gremmy would be the most feral siblings in history #he would see her shikai and immediately have to imagine his own monster buddies to hang out with #theyre both BABY

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Just releasing my TYBW ramblings to get them out of the drafts at this point!

I just love them so much OH MY FJXIANSHSLZHAIA

Everyone helping the shinigami are just like ‘yeah we wanna keep our home so….’

Shunsui is scoring so hard ally wise, at every turn.

Who would ever do that, Mayuri? Don’t worry, baby girl, we all know you’re the bestest

First of all, Giselle is so cute omffgg you’re doing amazing, sweetie.

I see what they’re trying to do, making this seem historic, but it really isn’t anything deeper than what Shunsui says. Everyone just wants their world to not disappear.

Also, I realize that not one of these Sternritter seems to be aware that Mayuri did a genocide on Quincy and it seems intentional on Kubo’s part bc he just doesn’t wanna address it. Seems like something they, especially Yhwach, would know considering Quincy powers absorb back to him when they die. And they’ve been living in the shadow of Seireitei, besides.

Characters like Bazz B don’t really seem to care about when is the right time to bring something up either.

Why does he say this like Grimmjow is a celebrity he’s meeting for the first time in an unexpected place. Like oh my god, you’re Grimmjow! From my favorite band, the Arrancars!

But my god, do you remember how people went insane when this chapter came out? Grimmjow has always had SUCH a hold on people. It was amazing. Like all you saw was this panel of Grimmjow until the next chapter came out and there were more scenes of him. People came back to the manga bc of this panel!!!

Orihime was thinking the correct thing. And also, this wasn’t funny the first time in Hueco Mundo and it’s not funny now.

But yes, why not just fix her mask so she stays her correct form and be done with it? What advantage is there for her to even have a child form when it was something that happened from trauma to her mask and signified she’d been made helpless from her injuries??? Why keep it???

Just like the tiddy window dress, it just makes Urahara seem like a troll instead of helpful but that’s kind of schtick—troll ex machina.

Like on one hand, it really is just as he says—he’s out of a home if Yhwach wins.

But also, Grimmjow has obviously still been thinking a lot about Ichigo and is hiding that behind what he’s comfortable with—a promise to kill.

Very cute. Ichigo’s like ‘you’re not the first friend I’ve tamed’.

Here it is again. Duty transcends all.

This time, negated! Yukio asks Ganju if he plans on losing and Ichigo loves to tell people to stay back because he doesn’t want to see more people than necessary risk their lives.

The full bringer aren’t that strong and were bested by the shinigami easily, so he knows they don’t stand a chance against the Quincy let alone Yhwach.

Their strength lies in their abilities practicality, so there’s no need for them to leave their creation.

It’s nice that Ichigo has grown enough that he understands telling people to stay back makes them feel useless & isolated.

The way he’s grown with accepting Orihime and Chad’s help in particular really helps him navigate telling Riruka that she should stay behind by emphasizing his appreciation and her strengths.

Arrancar Invasion to now, you know.

I like how the shinigami get so fucking mad at this. Like oh wow, so sorry your forcibly imprisoned relic of time and space isn’t housed the way you want it to be anymore, guys! They really do treat Soul King like a religious relic.

How does she know what soul king’s spiritual pressure feels like?

How can Soi Fon pinpoint a pressure she’s never felt before? I know pressure can be used to identify other shinigami, but? Is it just process of elimination? She knows the other spiritual pressure she feels so it’s strange there’s one she doesn’t know?

Has she been up here before, even? Before the war?

She’s implying she should be able to feel it with ease so like imagine if Soul King wasn’t encased like an amber mosquito—his power must’ve been insane before becoming This.

#Giselle and Mayuri 😭😭😭😭😭#also lmao that Grimmjow panel #it legit was EVERYWHERE

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Fic Rec (where i'm into too many fandoms rn and ships which is weird of me)

[Bleach] (been a while amiright?)

Oxytocin by Asuka Kureru (Askerian)

Ship: Grimmjow/Ichigo/Orihime

Complete trust and physical affection are great!

They're a bit less great when they were caused by weird hollow drugs.

They're even less great when the guy who was drugged up into loving the hell out of you is the same guy who tried to murder you a couple times a couple years ago.

(listen i just stumbled upon this and I have no regrets. i don't usually go for ships, let alone poly, but like, GOD, i love how everyone is characterized here, especially orihime and i just want to SCREAM OK? OK. the vibe i get from this fic reminds me of @murderlight (big fan) and if that doesn't say anything, i don't know what will.)

[Gintama] (i don't know how i spiralled into this fandom either, been literal years since i've even thought about this fandom, i have no regrets)

Grab Your Dreams With Your Fists While You Can Still Remember It by yatagarasu (leelhiette)

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

Toshirou should learn to look both ways before crossing the road.

(Or he learns more about the people around him and about himself.)

(amnesia fic, and i know it's a common trope but they did it BEAUTIFULLY here. love this so much. and it's post-canon.)

I feel you by arashian155 for machinecuisine

Ship: Hijikata Toshirou/Sakata Gintoki

“I’m so done with this,” Gintoki muttered angrily. Zura sighed while Tatsuma laughed loudly. “Your soulmate’s getting roughed up again?” Gintoki groaned. “Worst timing ever! There was this one Amanto swinging his gigantic sword at me and I was just about to dodge it when, out of fucking nowhere, I feel something stabbing my shoulder! It threw me off and if it weren’t for that, I would have been perfectly healthy right now instead of getting nursed for this stupid wound!” he pointed at the ugly slash across his torso. “Fuck soulmates!”

A story about Sakata Gintoki's journey into embracing his soulbond, falling in love, and learning the cons of selflessness.

(THE SLOW BUILD-UP OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND THE PLOT FOLLOWS CANON AND I CAN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS STUPID FIC I'M SO STUPID FOR THIS STUPID SHIP FEIWNFOPA)

[One Piece] (of course)

Undone by pkmntrainer_alex

After the entire family almost dies at WCI, Judge Vinsmoke orders the removal of his sons' emotional modifications in a bid to save his own skin in future endeavors. He doesn't stop to consider the ramifications of his 21-year-old sons finally, suddenly, being able to feel their human emotions in full - and their newfound ability to judge both themselves and him by their past actions.

(the vinsmoke family dynamics and the brothers trying to deal with 21 years of pent up emotions? they're trying?? so freaking hard to be functional people and they realize just how freaking amazing sanji is and that HE wasn't the failure in this family??? god, i've reread this fic so many times like an addict please read and suffer the feels with me. this is the one fic where i'm trying to patiently wait for an update. i'm just happy that this exists.)

Song of the Swords by authenticaussie

Wado is tiny when she first appears before him; her tears are as silver as her hair and the moonlight, and they gleam from within with golden fire as they pour down her cheeks.

Zoro’s heart fairly stops in his chest for a very, very long moment.

(personified swords au! introspective and fascinating and a character study of zoro and his relationship with his swords! really liked this!)

where the rims have ridges by Civillain

Everything everyone does is in their own self-interest.

"I like your hat," she calls out quietly.

And the change is instantaneous. He stops where he stands, a hand on his head and his knees still bent to take another step, and turns to look over his shoulder.

There's a moment of silence where he says nothing, just peering at her with squinted eyes, before: "Thanks!" he beams.

His smile is wide and unchecked, so wide that it might make his cheeks ache. He doesn't have laugh lines, but the way he smiles makes her imagine that he's spent his whole life grinning like that, warmly and brightly, so sincere and upfront that the breath gets punched right out her lungs.

Sometimes, there are people close to exceptions. But not quite.

20 years apart, and two people that don't make any sense.

(god, such a good outside pov look on luffy! luffy is such an unreadable character lots of times and it's so hard to pin down his characterization but this fic got it so right! made me fall for luffy all over again and realize just how incredible he is, as both a not-hero figure and main character! definitely recommend!)

those things beyond us by Civillain

There's something different about Luffy on nights like this, nights where there's soft rain and half-moons, and when the streets are quiet; no cars or trucks, only midnight joggers or early risers taking walks to the beach.

(Where Luffy and his friends have a relationship Sabo doesn't think he'll ever be able to understand.)

(honestly, i just love all of this author's one piece works. its a modern au where the straw hats are reincarnated and find each other all in sabo's pov. it's beautiful and this is how i would picture how the straw hats would fit in a modern au. nakamaship is the best ship, no questions needed. so so good!)

Magic Paint by 8ball

Luffy sticks his hands out.

“Paint mine!”

Usopp watches the expressions on Sanji’s face. He likes watching the obvious emotions go through him like a slideshow, and it's somehow comforting that he can see the exact moment Sanji decides that going along with Luffy will be the easiest choice. So Usopp waits for Sanji to test his own nails, deem them dry enough, unscrew the tiny brush top again, and then he asks if Sanji will do his, too. And because Sanji already has the brush ready, and they’re both right there anyways, Usopp knows he’s going to get what he wants.

or the au that came from nowhere where Sanji paints his nails and everyone elses and thats really it

(*screams* the pureness, the fluff, the nakamaship!! fneiwoapfe!! the best, sweetest headcanon ever! had the biggest grin on my face the whole time i was reading this! please please read!!!)

[Percy Jackson & the Olympians]

Stealing Shells by the Seashore by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Ship: Sally Jackson/Posiedon

Sally's eyes flicked between Poseidon and then the sea below. He could feel the understanding click.

"Oh, absolutely not-"

"It isn't that high!"

"Poseidon, I am not jumping off of this cliff! I'm not doing it. I won't, you can't make me, it's very high, I am not going to-"

"If my brother sees you here, he's going to assume that you're carrying my child."

"Ridiculous. I have much higher standards."

"I also have higher standards, but he isn't going to listen to us," Poseidon reasoned. The wind blew a bit harder, and Poseidon felt the sea rise with his anxiety. "I would use my powers to hide you, but he'll sense I've used them. You'll be fine," he tried, and Sally gave something of a skeptical laugh.

"Not happening."

The lightning grew closer. For the love of-

"In that case… I'm sorry," he said. Sally tilted her head suspiciously.

"Why are you-" she began but was cut off by Poseidon shoving her off the cliff's edge. He could hear a scream. It started loud and high before getting smaller and smaller. Finally, a splash followed.

Sally and Poseidon spent one summer together… and most of it was them being on the run for a godly crime they didn't commit.

(THIS is the ONLY backstory i will ever accept regarding this ship for the REST OF MY LIFE. i binged this so freaking fast and i am in love with sally as much as posiedon is. percy jackson got his Everything from his mom you can't change my fucking mind. THIS FIC NEEDS MORE ATTENTION AND KUDOS! READ!!!)

Son of Sea Foam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

“She’ll never claim me,” he whispered. Silena shook her head, eyes wild as she looked around for anyone who could be watching.

“My mother doesn’t remember half of her children as it is,” she said with a note of bitterness. “If you do something to impress her, it won’t matter. Return the bolt in her name. She’ll claim you if you act the part. If you stay unclaimed then they'll figure out what you really are," she said, squeezing his hands tightly. Percy's heart sped up.

"I - I don't know the first thing about Aphrodite-"

"My mother was born of sea foam," Silena cut him off. "And if you're really who I think you are... you are the sea. You can pull this off," she said and touched his cheek. "Get the bolt. Survive," she said. Percy swallowed.

"What if I can't act the part?" He asked. Silena's expression went blank for a moment. Slowly, she slipped off her bracelet and placed it in his hands.

"If you're going to be one of us... you better learn."

AU where Percy has to hide the fact he's a Big Three kid otherwise he'll be killed on the spot. Unfortunately for him, unclaimed kids tend to raise the most suspicion... but he might have found a loophole in the form Aphrodite.

(one of my current obsessions rn. my eyes are constantly glued on the screen because i want to devour more of this galaxy brained fic. this author just keeps on giving and i love them for it. also, SILENA IS AMAZING AND SHE'S GETTING THE ATTENTION SHE DESERVES HELL YEAH!)

[Haikyuu!!]

He Waits For a Miracle by ich_bin_ein_stern

Ship: Hinata/Kageyama

A minute ago, he was on the ground after he and the others were tackled by their happily weeping senpai.

They had just beat Shiratorizawa.

And now - "Kageyama-kun? Are you paying attention?" - he's trying not to freak out because he's surrounded by distantly familiar faces while wearing a school uniform he hasn't worn in almost a year.

(TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL TIME TRAVEL *screams*)

[The Witcher] (seriously, all my rare fandoms somehow popped up this month)

the way fire holds by theundiagnosable

Ship: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

“There’s a song there, somewhere, don’t you think?” Jaskier says. “‘A witcher, a sorcerer, and a human walk into a bar’…”

(ROLE REVERSAL FIC HECK YES!! Witcher!Yennefer, Mage!Jaskier, Human!Geralt is amazing omg. It all works out so damn well and the relationship between yennefer and jaskier makes me want to cry so much. Geralt is at peak himbo greatness and it's fantastic haha! Their dynamics are just *chefs kiss* so damn good.)

The Shape of You by lirulin

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier

Some people say it's old elven magic, a remnant from before the conjunction of the spheres. Other's will say it's the last fading vestiges of chaos as the modern era slowly drives all magic and wonder out of the world. Those people are, naturally, real killjoys whom Jaskier cannot envision loving anything, but that's fine. To each their own.

Soulmate Spiritual Animal AU

(you have no idea how much i laughed when reading this fic. no idea. jaskier makes me want to scream with how much of a himbo he is and geralt, for once, is not the complete idiot between these two though it's a close call, not gonna lie.)

to grow in adversity by Soulykins

Ship: Geralt/Jaskier, Renfri & Jaskier

“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree. Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.

Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”

“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds.” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Somedays it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.

“They look like flowers.” He said, crinkling his nose.

“They’re dandelions,” Renfri informed her brother with a tiny smile, “They grow everywhere, even places they perhaps shouldn’t. That’s why they’re a weed.”

“Perhaps they’re a little like you,” She teased, “Growing in even the scariest of places with no fear.” Like a monster’s heart, she doesn’t say.

“Like a superpower!” Julian gasped.

Renfri separated one dandelion from the little clutch and reached out to tuck it behind a little ear. “For the stubborn hero, Jaskier.”

(this is THE fic that got me into the witcher fandom and i can't believe i never reced this before. renfri & jaskier's siblingship is so damn good and just, the amount of effort put into their backstory and relationship makes me want to cry sometimes. and yennefer, ohoho, yennefer is at her Best here, i love her in this fic and her relationship with these siblings! geralt both makes me want to punch him and hug him, which is the norm and totally understandable hahaha! seriously, one of the best witcher fics i've ever read, please please read!)

[Boku no Hero Academia]

Where your love has always been enough (for me) by classicequinox

Ship: Todorki Enji/Todorki Rei

It's a dark coil of anger deep in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was the root, the catalyst, the trigger for their family's downward spiral. It did happen - he reminds himself harshly. He can't forget that, even if time has actually reset itself.

Todoroki Enji gets a second chance. It's up to him to see what he can do with it.

(genuinely the most believable enji i've seen regarding how he deals with his past actions and trying to be better and rei being a complicated, good person who i can see matches well with enji. really well done characterization and slow building relationship that is believable to me. enji trying to change things in a meaningful, careful manner makes me want to root for him!)

Katsuki Bakugou Makes A Friend (And Also Almost Dies, But Whatever) by Sif (Rosae)

Katsuki Bakugou is eight years old, he has no idea how he got here, where he is, or who this other kid is with him, but that's not gonna stop him from being brave and tough, just like the hero he's gonna be when he's older!

The universe has other ideas, but Katsuki Bakugou is a child made of spite, hubris, determination, and way too much nitroglycerin, so the universe can take it's ideas and shove 'em. After all, nobody out-stubborns Katsuki. Nobody.

(KID BAKUGOU & KID SHIGARAKI FRIENDSHIP! BAKUGOU STOLE MY HEART! SO SMART, SUCH A HERO! I LAUGHED AND CRIED THROUGHOUT THIS FIC, MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS! LITTLE SHIGARAKI MAKES A FRIEND AND IT'S TOO CUTE!!! so freaking adorable, oh lord. fneiwofpweafe)

Play The Field by lalazee for Banna_Banana

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it.

(look, i don't even know man. i stumbled upon this baseball au fic and the characterization is so top notch!! the backstories and feelings you get from this matches bakugou and deku's canon relationship perfectly and i flew past this so fast, god. please give this a chance, it's fantastic!)

[Marvel]

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst for Bean_reads_fanfic

Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.

However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.

Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.

Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.

(flash is fleshed out! flash is getting some Good Rep! flash doing his best and being grumpy but ultimately trying to help peter in what ways he could! flash being a complex character and making me love him all over again! flash! getting some actual freaking attention fewnifoapew! THANK YOU! seriously, if you're looking for an actual good flash fic that doesn't feel disingenuous, read this!)

people were mean to you, but I always thought you were cool by suzukiblu for beckyh2112

Fandoms: Avengers & X-men

“What are your feelings on the mutant threat?!” one of the reporters shouts, and Steve just looks at him.

“I think anyone threatening mutants should be stopped,” he says calmly, and the swarm of reporters explodes, a dozen camera flashes going off at once.

(not exaggerating when i say i've reread this fic so many times that it's honestly concerning. steve & cyclop's friendship here makes me so soft?? they're both leaders of their teams and steve not being what everyone expects of him is always a soft spot for me. will forever be addicted to this fic, please enjoy!)

#notmycap by missgoalie75

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.

(nonono, you don't understand. you don't understand how much i howled and screamed in public while reading this, oh my GOD. honestly the funniest shit i've read in a VERY long time, bucky is Perfect here. fucking drag that guy you beautiful cranky soul. X'D)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Bleach #Gintama #One Piece #Percy Jackson & the Olympians #Haikyuu!!#The Witcher #Boku no Hero Academia #Marvel #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #X-men

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trifle-of-doom · 3 years

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The Hawk X Demetri Manifesto

Okay, here is the thing. Despite being well past my teens, there's a particular ship of Cobra Kai that has drawn my attention, this ship being Hawk/Eli x Demetri. When I first watched the show, I was actually more invested in the adult characters storylines than the teens. I immediately rooted for Johnny and Carmen, and I was always hoping for more interactions between them. But then I saw episode 2x05, in which the atmosphere between the Binary Brothers becomes way more dense, and that's when I started to see some potential for them. Not because I'm a deranged person who fosters abusive relationships, but because I immediately caught the hurt/comfort dynamic of the duo, which is something that works really well when it comes to fictional relationships. However, it wasn't until 3x10 that I said, "Ok, that's official, I need to see more of these two! I totally support them!" And I was quite surprised to find a fairly large amount of people who are very committed to this pairing, to the point it's caught the attention of the screenwriters/producers as well. Honestly, I don't know if the showrunners will ever have the guts to make them an official couple, and chances are their supporters will have to keep reading between the lines of their bromance, but in any case, here is my take on why Hawk/Eli x Demetri is an option worth to be considered.

#1 - The Bromance

If there's something that many years of navigating the Internet taught me, is that the main driving factor for fan-made ships is the presence of either a solid relationship based on mutual brotherly love or a bitter rivalry that may or may not flow into hate/obsession. If you consider anime fandoms, there are thousand examples that fit into either of these categories: Yugi and Jonouchi from the Yu-Gi-Oh series (yes, that's how old I am), Yugi and Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh, Sakuragi and Rukawa from Slam Dunk, Light and L from Death Note, etc. And our Hawk and Demetri fit into both categories. When we first see them, they are the stereotypical nerdy friends (possibly childhood friends?) sitting at the losers' table, who have no one else but each other. When Eli is at his most sensitive and fragile, you can tell he feels comfortable being with Demetri by the genuine smile he has on his face as Demetri is joking with Miguel at the canteen table. Through his sarcasm, the mouthy kid acts as a catalyst to deviate the attention from Eli, speaking for him, reprimanding Johnny when he makes fun of his lip and trying to make him feel safe. Besides, you can see a certain degree of frustration in Demetri when Kyler and his gang are harassing Eli, and he's unable to do anything to defend him. And they even have a jingle for their friendship with a robot dance, I mean, how cute is that? But of course, a solid friendship between two helpless nerdy guys is not enough to spark a ship to be rooting for. In order for the magic to happen, another key ingredient is needed, i.e. a little bit of angst. Which brings us straight to the next point.

#2 - The Angst (aka the Hurt/Comfort Dynamic)

Even though I never liked the Twilight saga or any similar urban fantasy young adult works, I can easily see where the appeal comes from; the attraction to a charming, dangerous person who could either protect you from any harm or crush you like grape. Although with different franchises, I wasn't immune to the bad boy trope either (Yes, I'm looking at you, my teenage self drooling over Grimmjow from Bleach). If we can appreciate the genuine, brotherly friendship between nerdy Eli and Demetri, the shift that Eli makes as he transitions into Hawk and becomes more aggressive and dominant gives their relationship a totally different flavor. Attrition sparks a certain tension that, in the viewer's eyes, could either flow into a brawl or into passion.

During the mall fight, Demetri comes to the realization that his former best friend is actually someone who can crush him like grape. We see Hawk intentionally harming him for the first time, and Demetri's heartbreaking expression as he drops the line: "You'd actually hurt me?" And if that line gave us a pang in our hearts when we first watched Season 2, imagine rewatching it now that we know what happens in Season 3. Demetri is chased down the mall, running for his life, and then he's locked in a grip, as his best friend menacingly advances towards him. Demetri appears as the damsel in distress, however his friend is not the one who will fight to protect him, but rather his tormentor.

During the party at Moon's, Demetri manages to briefly go through Hawk's mask and reach out to Eli, thanks to a casual conversation about Dr Who. But then the beer incident happens, and Demetri defends himself with the only weapon he has – his loudmouth. The situation is reversed, and for a brief moment, he gets to be the dominant one as he discloses all Eli's most intimate secrets. Demetri is now actively contributing to the Hurt/Comfort dynamic; he's no longer just a target, but he's doing his part to enlarge that gaping hole that has formed between them. And Hawk didn't take it well.

From this moment on, Demetri becomes a sort of obsession to Hawk, who hunts him down the school, teasing him and taunting him sadistically, like a serial killer from a horror movie, during the big fight. Of course, in real life, this would be completely insane, and the police/a social assistant/psychiatrist should be called, but in ShipLand, these situations are pure gold. Okay, we get it, Hawk wants to get revenge for the humiliation at the party, and he wants to crush that nerd part of himself he sees in Demetri, but he does it with such an intensity that it borders on ridiculous. It's like this is his twisted way to acknowledge Demetri's presence. Eventually, Hawk ends up smashed into the trophy case, and I confess I felt a little disappointed when Demetri broke that hug to give Hawk a roundhouse kick. I mean, it was a great comeback, but I was sincerely hoping for a "No hard feelings man, let's get outta here!" scenario.

Getting back to the sick and twisted way Hawk acknowledges Demetri's presence, he destroys his science project after he got jealous due to him being confident in his nerd self and laughing around with his ex girlfriend (whom the writers insist he still has a crush on). Speaking of Moon, I have a feeling she likes Hawk mostly based on his badass appearance. Remember when she goes "I like this (mohawk) and I love these (muscles), but I'm not dating a bully"?

Then the football match happens. Okay, let's break this down. Demetri trips Hawk and acts all sassy, and a fellow Cobra Kai is immediately ready to take him down, but Hawk stops him. "Fight smart, he says". Too bad that literally 5 seconds earlier he had shoved a kid to the ground just because his ex girlfriend (again, duuuh~) ignored him when he winked at her. And then, as he's trying to intercept the ball, BANG, Hawk hits Demetri, sending him to the ground, pretending it was an accident. So, what does this tell us? That Hawk has some serious anger management issues? Yeah sure, but also that he cares about fighting smart only as long as it serves as an excuse to leave Demetri for him, because he's his designated target. Again, this is all but romantic, and it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted as him lusting after his friend, but it's undeniable that this dynamic offers a lot of ship fuel.

The arm breaking thing is just too painful to even analyze. We see a completely helpless Demetri begging for mercy to his ex best friend, who has made No Mercy his life motto. And that scream, oh that scream. All I wanted to see was Hawk realizing what he had done and throwing himself on his knees while begging for forgiveness. But I'm glad that at least we get to see he feels awful for what he's done, and I like to think that, as he got home, Eli cried out all the tears he had in his body thinking about poor Demetri at the hospital, with a swollen broken arm, all because of him. Of all the situations, this is undoubtedly the most deranged and extreme, and if something like this happened in real life, the wrongdoer would deserve to be punished and would definitely need to be sent to therapy. But in ShipLand, this opens the road to many, many different scenarios, in which the bully understands his mistakes and shifts back to the good side, or the two share a tender moment after they reconcile, or the traumatized character has to to learn to trust the other one again, or the bully becomes overprotective of his former victim, etc.

#3 - A Rewarding Reconciliation

Finally, we come to the reconciliation, in which Hawk makes his heel-to-face turn. While we've seen him torn with doubt for an entire season about his sensei's teachings, his actions and the people he wants to surround himself with, the key factor that drives Hawk's redemption is the sight of his best friend being held down for him to beat. And with an epic stunt and his awesome KEEEH screech, Hawk jumps to the rescue of his friend. Like many of us, Demetri thought this was still part of the "Only I Can Torment Him" dynamic I discussed earlier, as he steps backwards a little concerned, but then he understands that action was actually meant to save him, and the two begin to fight side by side, in sync, watching each other's back. You can see Demetri's eyes sparkling at the thought of having his friend back.

Also, not only Demetri stands up to alpha bitch Tory in defense of Eli, but he also speaks for his friend when he's faltering, just like he used to. So kudos for Demetri.

#4 - The Red Oni, Blue Oni Dynamic

Binary Brothers are two sides of the same coin and complete each other with opposite character traits, visually expressed by the color red and the color blue. Being the color red typically associated with violence, rage, passion and irrationality, as opposed to blue, which is associated with calmness, melancholy and rationality, red is clearly the dominant color. Again, this opens many interesting scenarios for shippers.

#5 - Body Language

Besides the situations I described above, which may or may not be read from a romantic/attraction standpoint, there are also a collection of small gestures I noticed when rewatching the series with a more attentive look on their relationship.

- Demetri's heart-broken expression when Eli shamefully covers his lip during the anti-bullying announcement.

- The smile Demetri gives when Hawk responds "Hell yeah!" after Aisha proposes to crash Yasmin's party, implying he's learning to embrace this new wild side of his best friend

- The astonished look with which Demetri watches Hawk at the tournament and the way he's pissed no one knows his real name.

- How deeply hurt Demetri is when Hawk belittles him by saying: "Five against three. More like two and a half." He even tries to reply, but he's caught so off guard that words die in his throat.

- How Demetri takes a step towards Hawk during the mall fight, before Sam makes him back off, and how sadly he looks at Hawk's nearly unconscious body after Robby defeated him.

- How Demetri smiles and nods when he briefly connects with Eli at Moon's party, despite the mall incident.

- How Hawk watches Demetri juggle with the cleaning product from behind his bike helmet (how did he stuff the mohawk in there by the way)?

- Hawk's psychotic/sadistic faces when he smells Demetri's blood, and how he likes to hunt him down like he's his prey.

- Hawk's secret impulse to comfort Demetri after the arm breaking (I hope you get nightmares of Demetri's howl of pain for the rest of your life, Hawk).

- The way Hawk twitches his upper lip when he sees his friend Demetri in danger.

- How Hawk and Demetri are so absorbed in their new-found friendship, that they're caught off guard, and Demetri swings Hawk to allow him to deliver a kick using their handshake as a lever. And how they keep fighting together, shaking each other's hands even when they're out of focus and the attention is on Miguel vs. Kyler.

- How they're standing so close at Miyagi Do, in comparison with the other Red/Blue partners.

In conclusion, this kind of relationships are engaging and entertaining to watch, and they make us wish the best for the characters. They make us hope that, in the end, as Miguel puts it, love really conquers all (and what is friendship if not a form of love?), despite all the hurt they did to each other.

So this is it. I hope you enjoyed my Ted Talk. Feel free to share it with whomever you want, especially if you need some solid reasons why this ship has got some good potential.

And remember: the ship is in the eye of the beholder.

#HawkMeat #Hawk x Demetri #Cobra Kai #Eli Moskowitz #Demetri #binary brothers

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m34gs · 3 years

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Hi friend!!!

For the word thing--Grimmjow (ofc) Ichigo and...I thought of 'towel' and 'thunder' at the same time so you can pick whichever! :))))🧡💙

Hi there friend! Thanks for the ask :D (from this post) I like both those words, so I think I'll add a few headcannons for both! This will be a little long so I'll have the rest under the cut.

Headcannons for Grimmjow, Ichigo, and towel:

-Ok, so I don't know if you have siblings or not, but I do, and we definitely had to do the dishes more than once together. And if there was one thing consistent about when we had to do chores together, it was that we goofed off. This is what I imagine would happen also in the Kurosaki household. I don't think Ichigo and Karin would leave Yuzu to do all the dishes herself, especially when they were younger and she would have had a significantly harder time reaching the sink. So, they wash them together. And of course...one of them (usually Karin or Ichigo, though Yuzu has gotten them both her fair share of times) will take the drying towel (I hope you see where this is going) and roll it into a whip-like shape...and smack one of the other two with it. It ends up turning into a full-out war.

-Well, Grimmjow comes home with Ichigo one day after harassing him all day and bugging him for a fight. And Ichigo is pretending to ignore him, right up until Grimmjow follows him into the house. And then he can't because Yuzu saw Grimm (in a gigai, courtesy of Urahara) and she invited him to stay for dinner.

-After dinner, Grimmjow cleans up with Ichigo because he is being cautious. (he has no idea what power Yuzu wields but if it was powerful enough to make Ichigo agree to let him stay, he doesn't want to mess with her) And out of habit, maybe even because he's already that comfortable around Grimmjow, Ichigo, being the one drying the dishes, rolls the towel up, and without thinking at all (because when has he ever really thought things through, let's be real, this is Ichigo...) he smacks Grimmjow across the ass with it. Hard.

-This turns into a full-on fight in the kitchen. Dishes are broken. Food scraps go flying. The fridge has knives jutting out of it and the table has been smashed in half. They are both heavily scolded by Yuzu. And they sit in shame as she does the dishes they were supposed to do.

-Now Grimmjow is aware of this new form of weaponry, he kind of wants to try it out. They end up having another fight, for the sake of fighting, and Grimmjow enjoys it thoroughly. At the end of it all, they are both drenched in sweat and use towels to dry off. And Grimmjow looks at Ichigo while he's distracted...and he rolls his towel up the way Ichigo did and...SMACK. Across the back. Of course, Ichigo isn't going to let this slide, so he retaliates. And the rest of their time is spent chasing each other around Urahara's basement with rolled up towels, trying to smack each other until they drop.

-Now they have a rivalry whenever they both have towels. When Ichigo's other friends happen to join him and Grimmjow for dinner, Grimmjow and him end up doing dishes together so they can just attack each other in the kitchen while they wash. They've got it so that their movements are swift, efficient, and they are both aware constantly, trying to dodge or hit the other first. They don't break anymore plates. Someone walks in while they're in the middle of their fight, and promptly gets smacked across the face. It's Renji. (I'm sorry Renji! I know I make you get hit by things a lot!!!)

Headcannons for thunder:

-Grimmjow has lived in Hueco Mundo for most of his Hollow life. He doesn't have memories from when he was alive, all he knows is the endless silvery desert. He doesn't know what a thunder storm is. The first time he hears one, he thinks it's an enemy. He goes on alert. This makes Ichigo go on alert as well, because he figures Grimmjow sensed something. It takes them a long while to figure out that what he is reacting to is the storm.

-Grimmjow really doesn't like the thunder, even once he knows it's harmless. It makes his hair stand on end and makes his mind uneasy. So if he's in the human world during a storm, he will do one of two things: go back to Hueco Mundo until the storm is over, or find Ichigo and sit next to him, demanding physical contact without any explanation.

-Ichigo catches on to what Grimmjow is feeling after the third time he is aggressively snuggled by the arrancar during a storm. He knows now to bring out loud music or noise cancelling headphones (depends on the time of day/night) and just let Grimm cuddle him until the storm is over.

-Grimmjow would never admit to anyone that he is afraid of thunder, and Ichigo knows this. So when they are all hanging out in a big group and thunder starts, he sees the way Grimmjow tenses, but then forces himself to relax. And Ichigo doesn't like that. Not one bit. So he makes up some bullshit excuse to drag Grimmjow away, and they go to his house and just sit in his room together.

-Ichigo is very used to being a comforter for his younger sisters during storms as well, so it's no surprise when they pile into his room as well. Ichigo used to build them tents with pillows and blankets to hide in. They decide to do the same with Grimmjow now, and that is how Isshin walks into his son's room to see all three of his children snuggled firmly around an arrancar in a pillow fort in the middle of the floor, watching funny videos on Ichigo's computer.

There you go friend! Those are my headcannons. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to add anything if you want!

#asks #backwardshirt #responses #mutual #friends #grimmjow #ichigo #grimmichi #headcannons #towel #thunder #bleach #ask game #long post

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woodrokiro · 3 years

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Do It For the Band, Part Four

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: When Tatsuki said she wanted their sophomore album to be the next Rumours, this is NOT what she meant. Band AU. Read Part One, Two, and Three.

Rukia’s sure they’re not crossing any lines.

… Pretty sure.

She’s never been in a band like this before--or, well. A band, period. And from the movies she’s watched, the musician biographies she’s read and the behind-the-album documentaries she’s seen she imagines her group’s closeness is normal. Grabbing a tea and writing in a coffee shop with Chad, meeting up with Tatsuki at bars and picking out cute girls the drummer might like--these sort of things are normal. They’re her friends, after all.

And she doesn’t do much different with Ichigo. It just… Feels different.

Especially when they start spending time together after recording sessions.

They don’t even do anything, really. Mostly just put on a record at Ichigo’s place and talk about their favorite albums. Sometimes they’ll watch a movie together: Rukia on one far end of his tattered, second-hand couch, curled into the arm while Ichigo tries to scrounge something up for dinner in the kitchen behind her.

And… Okay, she’s fallen asleep there. A couple times. But in a completely platonic way. She’ll wake up on his couch with a blanket over her, and Ichigo will walk in and nag at her for sinking the cushions of his couch and she’ll groggily snap back that maybe he should get a new couch then--

She’s stayed late there so often that Ichigo bought her a toothbrush to keep in the bathroom (“I can smell your morning breath all the way from the bedroom”), but it’s fine because it is! So! Platonic!!!

They’re friends. They’re friends.

She’s (pretty) sure of it.

It’s the end of the recording sessions when they go to her place because she had forgotten the champagne she meant to bring for celebrating their last day. The recording studio happened to be only a few blocks away, but he insisted on walking back with her to grab them.

(“Shut up and let me be a gentleman” he had grumbled, and Rukia tries to ignore Tatsuki’s stare piercing them both).

They had just finished climbing the six stories in her apartment building when she spies the roses at her door.

He scoffs. “Who are those from? Yourself?”

She rolls her eyes, picking up the flowers to read the card attached. “Good one, idiot. No. My brother.”

“Byakuya? What the hell does he want?”

She’s surprised he remembers his name; then again, she supposes she’s mentioned him in passing enough times.

It’s funny: the little details they know about each other by now.

“Don’t talk about him so crudely. I told him about the album awhile ago.”

“Yeah, and you said he never responded.” He waits respectfully in the hallway as she unlocks her door. She immediately starts shuffling through her studio in an attempt to find a vase. “I don’t get why you still talk to him. The guy kicks you out of the house, takes away your allowance you depend on--just because he doesn’t want you to do music? The thing he arranged for you to have lessons for in the first place?”

“You’re oversimplifying it.” She rummages through her cupboards. “He wanted me to go to college for a career--I told him I didn’t want to. I said I wanted to be a musician. He said that was fine, I was a young woman who could make her own decisions… And as such, I’d need to do it on my own. I agreed. I don’t want anybody’s money, and he’s helped me enough as it is.”

“... He should still support you--”

“He does. In his own way.” Her eyes light up at what she’s been looking for: the glass beaker for a French press that broke on her a couple weeks ago. She lifts it with one hand and the roses in the other, a silent question toward him. At Ichigo’s shrug/nod combo, she starts filling the beaker with tap water. “Maybe he doesn’t vocally support it. The creative life is scary. You know that. Technically you wouldn’t want your sisters as starving musicians either, right? But a couple months before I met up with you guys, I was behind on my rent. One day, right before I was sure I was going to get kicked out: my landlord says it was all paid for. Just like that. And I’ve sworn every day, up and down, that my brother’s never going to need to do that for me ever again.”

“He should want to do that for you.”

“I think he does. But I want to make my own way, and he knows that. These flowers are more than kind.” She steps back and assesses her flower arrangement in the beaker, nodding once. Good enough.

He’s uncharacteristically quiet as she grabs the two bottles from her fridge and returns back to the hallway. She’s attempting to lock her front door with the bottles in one arm and keys in the other when he snorts, tapping her wine-carrying arm.

“Here, I’ll take ‘em.” Begrudgingly, she hands them over. “You try to do too much by yourself.”

“Yes, because I have to.” She focuses her attention back on the lock (the door could be rather tricky) when she feels him nudge her arm again.

“No. You really don’t.” She looks back and up at him and suddenly for the first time they feel very, very close. “Look I don’t--the fact that your brother doesn’t know what a fucking phenominal talent you have astounds me. But you have people now. You have me.”

Time completely stops as they stare at each other. Rukia feels frozen in place--but Ichigo is… Well. He looks like he’s only sort of embarrassed at own sentiment, judging from the faint blush on his cheeks--but mostly he seems sure of himself, confident and fearless and golden.

That is Ichigo, she realizes. She’s really never met anyone like him.

She’ll never know what either of them were about to do when suddenly her neighbor’s door swings open behind him.

The sound jolts them both, and her elderly neighbor smiles apologetically. She waves, and when she looks back at him Ichigo is looking down at his shoes, clearing his throat.

“Hurry up ‘n lock the door. The others are waiting for us--especially Tatsuki. You know how stoked she was when you told her about the champagne.”

Rukia nods and tries to shake the odd feeling that an opportunity was just missed.

---

They’re getting a tour.

Tatsuki is in euphorics. They’re getting a fucking tour.

Urahara says they’re starting small--mostly because the label wants to test the waters on them. Just four cities, fronting for a rock band called Espada. They’re all kind of douchey assholes but it doesn’t even matter. She knows her band is better, and in just a few years they’ll be begging to front for Karakura Soul Society.

Still, even though it’s a small tour Tatsuki manages to sweet talk Urahara into hiring her good friend as their stage manager. “We need somebody to keep us organized back there. Help us sound check and everything, you know? And frankly, Urahara… You’re a mess.”

… It becomes clear to the team within the first ten minutes of her employment that Orihime Inoue is also, as it happens, a disaster--but she’s bubbly and ambitious and works hard and Tatsuki may be not-so-secretly in love with her so of course everyone loves her immediately, too.

Once they’re on the road, the whole tour itself is kind of a blur. Their first city is… Decent. They sound great, but there’s some tech issues that Orihime apologizes profusely for. Grimmjow, the lead singer of Espada says something snide about “fucking yuppies” and Ichigo and Tatsuki both have to be held back from absolutely pulvarizing the cocky motherfucker--but yeah it’s decent.

At least, Urahara points out, it adds a bit of a competitive edge between the two bands.

He’s right. The next couple cities they absolutely kill it.

With Chad’s shredding it on his base and Tatsuki feeling like a God at her drums--the two of them alone would be something to contend with.

But combined with Ichigo and Rukia…

Tatsuki doesn’t know what’s going on between them, and frankly: she doesn’t care anymore. She’s decided it’s none of her business whether her best friend is getting his brains screwed out or if they really are “just friends,” as Rukia insists.

What matters is what’s going right here, right in the performance.

As usual, they are so in sync with each other it’s scary--but now, there’s emotion too. There’s an electric energy when they sing the chorus to Fullbringer, a deep melancholy when they harmonize on Masaki. The band is only able to perform about five of their songs, but they’ve arranged the order so the audience gets to go through a journey--and it all ends on Sun and Moon.

It’s easily their best crowd pleaser, and for good reason.

It sounds cheesy, but there is such an upbeat joy to the song that even scowl-loving Ichigo grins during its entirety, and Rukia--always so poised--bounces at her keyboard, bopping her head to the beat. The bridge is absolutely wild, and the whole thing moves so fast that Tatsuki is going harder at her drums than she ever has. It was a bitch to practice, but man. Man does it it fucking end a show.

At the end of Espada’s last show, the crowd demands an encore… From their front band.

“Eat shit,” Grimmjow hisses as they unexpectedly make their way back to the stage, and Tatsuki knows for an asshole like him to be this pissed: it’s a compliment.

---

They’re feeling so pumped about the whole tour that at the end of that encore, even Chad agrees to go out to a nearby pub to celebrate.

The group is on Cloud 9 as they float into the semi-crowded bar, and Tatsuki feels even more of a high when some of the patrons--fresh from the show--cheer as they enter. A guy orders the band shots, and from that point on things get… Uh. Kind of blurry.

Chad does manage to escape early, but not before she challenges him to a game of who can drink a pint faster. Orihime glows next to her as she sips her own fruity cocktail, cheering Tatsuki on in a way that makes her feel powerful even when she loses. Occasionally she catches her friend glancing over at Ichigo with a soft smile that Tatsuki… Doesn’t really want to notice right now. She’s having such a good time, so for what?

Urahara floats, chuckling behind his fan about this and that--leading to a brief debate between Ichigo and Tatsuki whether he’s high, drunk, or both. Rukia pops up out of nowhere, offering a convincing argument of: neither. Urahara is just fucking batshit.

Ichigo and Tatsuki stare at the unexpected profanity.

“What?” Rukia’s face is flushed, and she tries (unsuccessfully) to look like she has the decency to be embarrassed. Suddenly, she grins toothily, grabbing Ichigo’s hand and dragging him to the bar corner’s jukebox. “C’mon, idiot. You’re helping me pick out a song.”

Tatsuki doesn’t pay much more attention to the two after that--she’s too busy getting another drink, getting Orihime another drink, seeing if she can get Urahara to confess he’s committed at least one felony in his lifetime, and if so which one--but she happens to overhear their conversation at one point when they’re getting drinks.

“... Swift is a stellar songwriter, Kurosaki. I’m telling you--”

“Come oooooon--”

“No, you--you come on, Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki.” Rukia pokes her finger at Ichigo’s chest, and Tatsuki sees him failing to hide a smile. “She had a… Taylor has iffy periods, of course she does. But have you… Have you even listened to the lyrics of Blank Space?

“Whassat?”

“You’ve heard that song, don’t you--don’t you even start--”

Tatsuki rolls her eyes and takes her leave. Listening to drunk straight people flirt is excruciating.

Still: whether it’s from the warm buzz of alcohol or the general high of the good night or her just loving her friends… She’s happy for them.

When she leaves, Blank Space is blaring from the jukebox. She looks back to see Rukia and Ichigo intimately close. Rukia is beaming up at him, shouting over the music that she can only imagine is the song lyrics. Ichigo’s body is curved toward her, watching and bobbing his head with a soft smile.

Good for them, Tatsuki thinks dreamily before immediately finding a dumpster to throw up in.

#ichiruki #bleach #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #my stuff #do it for the band

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tinyanimelover · 4 years

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Red Flags

Part Seven

(Part One)

"Suzo?" Y/n called, trying to pull him from his thoughts, after a few times of saying his name, he finally responded. "Hm? What is it?" Suzo sprung to action "Need some water? Does your back hurt? I can het another pillow if you want, do you need another one? Are you hungry?". "For fucks sake, ask one at a time" Grimmjow deadpanned "She's been trying to get your attention for awhile now, don't throw so many questions and not even let her answer". "S-sorry" Suzo let out, attempting a smile but failing miserably "What did you need, Y/n?". "Nothing" she smiled "You just seemed lost in thought, so I wanted to make sure you were okay...". "I'm fine" he smiled sadly, "I'm gonna go get a coffee. Want anything Grimmjow?". "Nah, I'm good. I gotta leave soon for work" the male spoke as he leaned back into the chair. "Alright. I'll be quick" Suzo said as he left. "You're turn" Grimmjow said as he nodded toward the pile of cards on the bed "I think you'll actually win this time". "You cheated all the other times.." She deadpanned "How's that winning..". He smirked "Not cheated, I just knew what you were gonna do. I played this a lot as a kid". "Yeah, yeah" she smiled, placing a card down "..Grimmjow, can I ask a favor?". "If it's to sneak you out of here, you're on your own" he said calmly, placing a card down "I don't feel like being yelled at by your brother and the doctor and the spending a few nights in jail". "..what?" She deadpanned "I'm old enough to sign myself out if I wanted to...what kind of imagination do you have..". He smirked, "I can tell you all about it if you want, but then you'd be embarrassed after". "A-anyways, it's not that...could you talk to Suzo? When you have time course" she asked with a sad smile "I don't know what happened but he's been out of it for a few days now..and he it doesn't look like he'll tell tell me what's wrong even if I ask..so maybe he'll tell you!". "You think so?" Grimmjow asked with a raised eyebrow "Maybe he's just worried about you". She shook her head, "No..its something more than that I think..if you cant, its okay. I'll get it out of him when he comes back". "I'll talk to him if it'll make you feel better" he sighed, ruffling his hair a bit "I'm not one for those kinds of talks...I'm sure he just needs some guy time and he'll start talking..". "Guy..time?" She repeated "Like hanging out with friends? He..doesn't have any..Suzo's friend is his work life". Grimmjow deadpanned "You two are the same huh...fine, I'll take him out then". Why was he doing this much for her anyways? He glanced back over at her sullen expression, she was really worried about her brother. Shouldn't she be more worried about herself? She was the one in the hospital not Suzo. "Stop with that sad look" he sighed as he got up "I'll find out what's wrong with him, so don't worry so much". "Thank you Grimmjow" she smiled, feeling a bit better "I'm sorry for asking you...but thank you". He nodded, "Yeah, yeah..I gotta get to work now. I might stop by after if you're still up". "Okay, drive safe" she hummed happily. The locked eyes for a split moment before he panicked and took off without another word.

"You asked me to meet you somewhere...but why are we here of all places" Suzo deadpanned as they stood in front of a strip club. "What? Where the fuck else would two guys go to hang out?" Grimmjow smirked "Nowhere else other than the greatest place ever made! Here, I can buy all the woman I want and don't gotta worry about any strings attached". That's right, how do you get a woman out of your head? Look at other women! Or that was the logic for Grimmjow at least. "How...disgraceful" Suzo sighed "Don't you have any respect for women?"."Huh?" He let out, confused. "If you wanted to hang out, I prefer tea houses..or any normal restaurant would've been fine" Suzo explained "C'mon, I know where we can go". As Suzo led the man to a nearby park, Grimmjow allowed a disappointed look slip onto his face "...the..park?...dude, you're such an old man...". "I prefer a peaceful scenery" Suzo chuckled as they both sat on a bench, a tree hung over them "Anyways, why the sudden want to hang out?". "Hm? Well..." Grimmjow trailed off as he wasn't sure if he should be straight forward and reveal Y/n had asked him to speak to him, so he opted for another answer "I've been hanging around your sister for a few days now, but I've been thinking..what does she have? If..you don't mind telling me". "She hasn't told you? Or..you just didn't want to ask her, right" Suzo smiled sadly as he looked away "..my sister was born with bad lungs...when she was a little younger it almost killed her but our father gave her his lung. He..didn't survive the surgery but she did and her body seemed to accept the new lung...until recently. Her body rejecting the lung now..". "Her lungs.." Grimmjow said softy as he looked away, the would explain the constant beeping on the monitor, something about oxygen levels he heard the nurse say once "..then why don't you give her yours?". "Believe me, I would've done so long ago if it meant she could be free from the suffering she's in right now..." Suzo sighed "...but I'm not a match, so I can't donate for her...between you and me...because we have no other family and there's no way she can be moved up on the waiting list...the doctor told me I should start preparing...". His eyes widened, looking over at the male "Prepare..? The fuck does he mean by that?! And what the fuck is a waiting list?". "She'll die before she ever moves up on the list..the list for people who need organ transplants" he explained sadly, "So the most I can do for her now, according to the doctor...is make sure she's comfortable...". "...this is why you've been out of it, huh?" Grimmjow sighed deeply "You've been keeping this to yourself...she has a right to know, you can't just leave her in the dark like this". "I know...but how..do I tell her that...she's got less than a few months at most to live?...how do I tell her that her own brother can't save her?...that she's going to die without ever really living her life!". Grimmjow pursed his lips, fiddling with his hands as he lowered his eyes to the pavement "...sorry man...". "...it's not your fault" Suzo let out as he wiped the tears from his eyes "I just...I'm tired..of not being able to do anything for her..I can't help but blow up like this at times.....I promised her I'd do whatever it took to save her, so to be told that there's nothing I can do.....that's why I'm glad that you've gotten so close to her, Grimmjow. I wanted her to have at least one person aside from me who could keep her company..to the end...". "Like that's fucking fair" Grimmjow grunted as he leaned back into the bench "You're asking me to watch her die basically...the fuck makes you think I want to see her die?". Suzo nodded slowly, "Yeah..its unfair of me to ask you to be at her side...but..I don't want her to be alone when the time comes...then I'll never be able to forgive myself..so..please, I know its selfish..but if I can't be there..will you be able to?". Grimmjow looked up at the starry night sky, the moonlight shining down on them. Any other girl, he would've say fuck no, but Y/n was different. Being able to hang out with her these past few days, he was now able to accept that he'd fallen for her somehow. This news hurt him more than he'd like to admit. Why..did he have to fall for her, of all people? He was going to be left all alone and heartbroken by the end of it. So why? He couldn't help it, he looked forward to her voice and smile every morning before work, the way she'd laugh, the way she'd speak softly. Everything about her had already reeled him in. He was fucked. ".....for her...yeah, I'll fucking be there" Grimmjow let out. He smiled as he lifted his head, "Thank you Grimmjow...but please refrain from cursing around her, I don't need her vocabulary to be...so colorful". Grimmjow chuckled, "You should've heard her when the nurses tried to get her to stop playing cards with me and take a nap".

#Bleach #bleach short stories #series #red flags #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #female reader insert

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gunnerpalace · 4 years

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Have you thought about the marrige of the OT3? Cause nothing really says that in your universe marriage is limited to just 2 people.

I absolutely and quite casually imagine them as eventually deciding to get married; in a lot of the follow-on WIPs to Grounded! that are set notably later, I have them idly referenced to each other in narration as “husband” or “wife,” as the case might be.

I think it would be easy to make having a polyamorous/non-monogamous relationship be a source of ongoing angst and tension in any of these AUs, or any AU involving YIR. (Although a serious, committed, and closed triad/ménage à trois isn't very complex by the standards of such things, it's still different enough that it could easily be viewed as highly unusual depending on context.) The thing is, I'm also not very engaged in exploring that aspect myself (though if someone else were to, I think that would be quite fascinating). I'm not particularly interested in framing a story around the sociopolitical ramifications of their love itself (although I am interested in the political ramifications of them coming together because of who they are as individuals), or seeing them struggle against societal expectations, although I freely acknowledge that could (and in many circumstances absolutely would) be an ongoing plot point. It is, I suppose, one layer too many and distracts from where I would like the focus of their story to be, at least when I’m writing it.

Doing some token research suggests that, as things are in reality, somewhere between 1/5 and 1/3 of the population engages in some form of such behavior at some point in their lifetimes. So, certainly in the BattleTech AU (being very distinctly set in the future) it could just be assumed that group marriages aren't uncommon. (This is a recurring thing in science-fiction anyway; the most recent major example I know of being James Holden in The Expanse, who is the only child of a "marriage co-op" of 8 adults—5 men, 3 women. The wiki for the series goes into some detail about how the concept works in-universe.)

So, my sense is that in the BattleTech AU group marriages are just a thing, if varied in nature, and that doesn’t mark out their relationship as unusual. What would is who they are—a Shihōin, a Kuchiki, and a Shiba getting together is bound to be a major political headache for absolutely everyone.

In the other AUs, I’m personally fine with just hand-waving it and saying that historical divergences led to more open attitudes regarding relationship configurations and the law followed suit accordingly. (And I guess in the QZGS AU it’s just different through authorial fiat.)

(An interesting point that’s been brought up by others is, if such things are fairly common, it would be interesting for there to be some other assemblages of characters in the background in similar such relationships that could perhaps be used as a model or at least a point of comparison in them deciding how to structure their own relationship. I have yet to really figure out who, or in what configurations. I think Grimmjow, Nelliel, and Harribel being a sort of “dark mirror” of them could be interesting, but I don’t think they would appear anytime soon [especially as I sort of imagine the Arrancar and Espada being associated with the Clans].)

So, yes, I think they’d get married. An interesting question then becomes how quickly they’d decide on that and how the proposals might happen. @duckiesteasmiles wrote this (which I have lightly edited) for the Modern AU, and allowed me to post it. I quite like its take on the idea of how it might go:

Some days were harder than others—everyone can understand that in some way. Waking up was a pain and leaving the arms that always seemed so welcoming and present was to be ripped away for the everyday grind. Rukia found herself curled up in a bath that was readily awaiting her when she came home. Yoruichi had taken her bags while Ichigo had pressed a kiss to her forehead. She knew very well that she should be grateful for the life she had been given. Every life had suffering. Every person cried. Every person found some parts of their lives unfair. Why should she be exempt from this? Surrounded by water one degree above lukewarm, she felt too vulnerable—too human. Her nails wanted to claw at her skin and her soul craved to find refuge. She allowed herself neither. With her face buried against her kneecaps, she heard the faint click of the door opening but did not move. She was too tired to fight off any comfort that would be given to her now; she wanted it more than anything, really. She just wanted to be home, all the time. But she could no longer utter the words, It's not fair. She felt slender fingertips gingerly parting strands of her hair and scratching behind one of her ears. There was no need to lift her head, no need to register who it was. Yoruichi sighed softly as her heart jumped into her throat and then sank into her stomach. This wasn't a pain that could be whisked away—only coaxed and cooed at until the demon Rukia was fighting wished to settle for another day. It was all she could do, but it would be enough. After a few moments of gentle caresses, cheek strokes and shoulder kisses, Rukia carefully shifted her face from her knees to Yoruichi's lap on the tub’s edge. The warmth of her face muddled with a small stream of tears that would fall every now and again, puddling against Yoruichi's skin before dripping back into the bathtub to become one with Rukia again. Little fingertips reached up just slightly and curled into the fabric of Yoruichi’s shirt. Yoruichi began to focus on this contact and rubbed a thumb against the back of Rukia’s hand. It was only a breath later that Rukia's ears perked up to an unfamiliar sound. She wanted to turn toward it, to see what it was, but found Yoruichi’s other hand against her hair, silently telling her to remain where she was. The soft humming was pleasant and caught Rukia off guard. It was surprisingly girly and melodic, not at all like the low purr that she had always imagined it would be. It was a tune somewhere between You Are My Sunshine and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. She dared not complain—but god, it was beautiful; Yoruichi was beautiful. Rukia’s muscles relaxed and she slumped against the edge of the bathtub, wanting to lean into the warmth of the other woman as a new wave of tears shook her breath and blurred her sight. Yoruichi complied and let Rukia nuzzle her face against her belly, not caring about the damp stain it would leave on her shirt. Between her hums and touches, she softly soothed Rukia, calmed her, adored her, and convinced her. “You're such a strong girl, dear one. You're so very strong. And every day you're able to get out of bed and do what you need to is another step closer to coming back to it; to coming back home. I know it isn't easy. I know you're trying your best, and sweetheart: that's all he and I can ever ask of you. If it gets too much, you're allowed to take some time. If it gets too overwhelming, you're allowed to cling. You've done nothing wrong; your thoughts aren't wrong; your pain isn't misplaced. I miss you too—so does Ichigo.” Yoruichi's throat felt tight and she too curled up around Rukia, burying her face into her hair. “It's not easy for any of us. I want to be home too. I want to be with you and him all the time. But you aren't ever alone, Rukia. You have us; you'll always have us. We're your partners. Whatever you need us to be, we'll be, without question. I know it's not fair. But you're only human. You can only do so much, and I'm so proud of how much you've grown. You're such a wonderful little bunny, darling; such a beautiful empress. I couldn't wish for you to be anything more.” Unbeknownst to them, another set of eyes watched over them, pained from a lurching heart. Ichigo gazed over his girls, both of them tired and clutching at one another like they were each other's life supports to keep afloat. He swore that he would do all his two hands were capable of to keep them safe; to keep them loved and cherished. It didn't matter how many extra hours he had to suffer with the world; didn't matter if he was away longer—if it was for his girls, he could do anything, anything at all. With each step towards them, his resolve grew stronger and more powerful. And by the time his arms caught hold of the two most precious things in his life, it was absolute. It was time to make them understand just where they belonged. If not in this moment, when? Once he had held them for long enough, he carefully found their left hands and looped a gold band around each of their ring fingers without a word. It wasn't needed.

I think it would probably always be Ichigo who brought the rings, though I’d be willing to hear counterarguments. Regardless, I like the idea that their proposals tend to be soft and quiet and intimate things, rather than flashy or dramatic (as they get enough of that in other ways). They don’t need to be grand gestures because by the time they happen, they all already know, and it’s just the final bit of physical proof of a truth long since established.

#Asks #YoruIchiRuki #OT3: Neapolitan Ice Cream #justletmebeokay #duckiesteasmiles

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feelingfredly · 5 years

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Tea for Two

Summary:

The joys of loving a mad scientist.

Or as Socrates said... I drank what?

Notes:

I wandered into the UraIchi Discord server and stumbled over a discussion of the absolute *crime* that there was no tag for "Consensual Tea Drugging." The rest, as they say, is... somebody else's fault. LOL

“What does this one do?”

Kisuke peered around the corner of the cabinet and tutted. “Telling you would skew the results of the experiment.”

Ichigo looked into the muddy depths of his teacup and muttered, “Like you’re not already skewed.” He sighed, “So, I just trust you and drink it?”

Kisuke paused for a moment. Put like that he could understand Ichigo’s concern. “I suppose I could…”

A second later Ichigo was behind him, his front pressed against the planes of Kisuke’s back, and handed him the empty cup. “You should’ve just said. I’m going to go settle down on the futon with a book in case I get dizzy. You want to come take notes?”

Kisuke looked at the empty cup and then watched Ichigo as he wandered back towards their bedroom.

Notes. Right.

***

“Wheeeeen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amor-aaay.”

Ichigo’s singing voice was quite nice, although his choice of song was suspect. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to lie down, Ichigo-kun?” Kisuke asked. He was fairly certain that not-tea-drugged Ichigo would prefer to keep his vocal abilities to himself, even if they were terribly entertaining.

Ichigo spun on the ball of his foot—the tea clearly didn’t affect him physically as much as mentally—and shook his head. “No way! I feel great! I feel so great that you should send a message to Grimmjow and tell him that I want to pound his ass.”

Kisuke’s lip quirked a fraction and Ichigo paused, rethinking what he’d said.

“Not like that,” Ichigo let out an undignified snort, “although have you seen his ass? I mean, I know you’ve seen his ass, but have you seen it?” He sighed a little dreamily and Kisuke wondered just how much of Grimmjow’s ass Ichigo had seen. “I meant that I wanted to pound his ass into the ground, not the futon.”

Ichigo paused again and Kisuke could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as a sly smirk spread across his face.

“Now your ass is another thing entirely.”

Kisuke made a note in his journal.

***

The water pelted over them, Kisuke’s wet samue clinging to him as he washed the traces of sickness away from Ichigo’s pale face.

“This wasn’t what I signed on for with the whole ‘consensual tea drugging’ experiment.” Ichigo’s voice was rough, his throat raw from hours of expelling what seemed like everything he’d ever consumed in his life. “Although the shower part is nice.”

Kisuke ran his hand down Ichigo’s flank, long soothing strokes, and hmmm’d. “I didn’t expect this reaction, either. The tea was supposed to make you sleepy. Possibly knock you out. I bought a Sharpie to draw a mustache on you and everything.”

Ichigo let out a watery laugh. “Only you would tell me that to try to make me happier with you.”

Kisuke wrapped his arms around the smaller man and held him, the memory of his recent misery an uncomfortable lump in his stomach.

“I am sorry, for what it’s worth.” The words were soft against Ichigo’s bare shoulder.

A quiet rumble answered him. “It’s worth a lot.”

***

“I am absolutely positive.”

Ichigo stared into the teacup doubtfully. “Is this like ‘normal people absolutely positive’ or ‘mad scientist absolutely positive’?”

Kisuke tilted his head to one side. “You do realize that as a mad scientist I can’t actually answer that question any way but the latter, don’t you?”

The redhead rolled his eyes. “You do realize that that kind of logic only applies when you’re avoiding the subject, Kisuke.”

That was true enough. Kisuke shrugged.

“Let’s go with mathematical rather than interpretational, then. I am 95% certain that this tea will not allow me to analyze the contents of your stomach first-hand. The +/- 5% takes into account any previously undiscovered intolerances, allergies, or hollow/reiatsu reactions. Fair enough?”

Ichigo had swallowed the contents of the cup before he’d finished his explanation.

“Why quibble if you were just going to drink it anyway?”

Ichigo smirked. “Keeps you on your toes. Anyway, tastes better than the last kind. Either going down or coming back up.”

Kisuke nodded. “I added a few things for flavor.”

Brown eyes met his. “I recognized the cinnamon and I thank you. You know I like the taste of that.”

“Yes,” Kisuke said, gently guiding Ichigo out of the kitchen and down the hall. “I used cinnamon, star anise, and cardamom… to hide the curare.”

Ichigo stopped stock still in the middle of the doorway. “Curare!?!”

Kisuke smiled and bussed him on the cheek. “I love how smart you are. You know curare? It’s surprisingly bitter and taken orally you must use a lot to get any effect. It was quite the puzzle.”

He pushed Ichigo into the bedroom and down onto the futon that he’d rolled out earlier, just for this.

Ichigo looked around a little wildly at the made-up bed. “What’s all this?”

Kisuke watched him try to raise his hands. It wasn’t working very well, which meant the tea was.

“This,” he said, pulling Ichigo’s hands up and crossing them over his navel, “is a way for me to see how long the tea’s effects last.”

The redhead gave him a look, and Kisuke was pleased to see that neither his breathing nor his pupils had been affected. Good.

“Lying here paralyzed is going to get pretty boring. For both of us. I hope you brought a book. I’ll probably just sleep.” His words were a little slurred, but he was clearly coherent. Kisuke stood and started removing his clothes, pleased to see Ichigo’s pupils reacting to that at least.

“Oh, I had a better idea than a book. You see, something that has always puzzled me is how intention changes the effect of certain drugs. Someone with enough motivation can push through a lot of things, and it’s important to test these things under suitable duress.”

Naked now, he stood just in Ichigo’s line of sight. He trailed a hand languidly along the centerline of his abdomen, a track that the other man loved to trace with his tongue, and finally down to his slightly stiffening cock and then further to cup his tightening balls.

In the time they’d been together there had been many discoveries, but almost none had pleased Kisuke more than the fact that Ichigo loved, absolutely loved, to watch him touch himself. His eyes would widen, and his breath would shorten, his lips would shine bitten and red as he forced himself to wait, wait, wait… until he couldn’t wait anymore and would launch himself like a starving man at Kisuke, his hands everywhere, mouth hot and demanding, and then, only then, would Kisuke allow himself to come, preferably buried deeply in Ichigo’s beautiful body.

This time, though, Ichigo couldn’t pounce. The tea would keep him still longer than his willpower ever could, and Kisuke couldn’t wait to see what happened.

He pulled a cushion over beside the futon and relaxed cross-legged, his cock now at half-mast, barely an arm’s length away from Ichigo’s face.

“Fuck, Kisuke.”

Ichigo’s eyes were all pupil, blown wide with desire as he forced the words through slack lips. That gave him so many ideas. He gripped himself a little harder and played with the fold of foreskin that protected the sensitive glans.

“That will have to wait, Ichigo-kun,” he said with a soft laugh, “the tea, you know.”

Even drugged Ichigo managed a scowl. “You’re enjoying this.”

Kisuke looked down into the wide brown eyes and let his desire show. “Oh yes. Yes I am.”

His fingers were cool against the heat of his cock, and the friction was enough to slow his stroke.

“You know,” he said, eyes drifting shut as he teased them both, “there’s a healing kidō that the Fourth uses. It stops muscles from reflexively tightening and I’ve always wondered if there weren’t other applications for it.”

Kisuke reached across with his unoccupied hand and stroked along the length of Ichigo’s throat.

“Can’t you just imagine? I could totally remove your gag reflex. There’d be nothing to stop me from just fucking your mouth, and you’d be unable to move, unable to do anything but feel me.”

The groan that hung in the air could have come from either of them.

“You’re a bastard, Kisuke,” Ichigo said and Kisuke laughed, his hand stopping mid-stroke.

“That is not a surprise to either of us.”

He leaned forward and reached into the drawer of the bedside table, the ubiquitous hiding place for lubricant throughout three worlds, and pulled out the little stoppered jar that lived there. He smiled softly at the gasp he heard as Ichigo sucked in a breath, watching as his cock bobbed mere inches from his face.

Kisuke warmed the handful of oil and gripped himself again with a sigh of satisfaction. “Is this more what you had in mind when you agreed to my drugged tea experiments?”

He knew he was poking a dragon, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved to hear it roar.

“More, yes,” Ichigo answered, frustration and hunger clear in his voice, and then a blaze of his reiatsu flooded the room, burning away the effects of the tea. He lurched upright on the futon, his hand snapping out to imprison Kisuke’s wrist, holding his fingers where they circled the base of his throbbing cock, a manacle of flesh and bone. “But not nearly enough.”

Kisuke smirked and allowed himself to be pulled forward and rolled under Ichigo’s hot body.

Tea effects cut by 85% under duress.

***

Kisuke ran through the house, dodging occasionally thrown items, grinning like an idiot.

“Spots, Kisuke!” Ichigo yelled. “How did you ever think tea that caused someone to be covered in spots was a good idea?”

The blond stopped and turned. “I thought it would be useful if I could create a kind of biological camouflage. Honestly…”

Ichigo cut him off with a growl, “They’re pink! How the fuck would that be camouflage?”

Kisuke shunpo’d off again, grin firmly back in place. Who cared if he got caught? The pink was totally worth it.

***

“I think half the experiment is just to see how many times you can drug me.”

Kisuke paused in pouring the tea. “You mean like a trust experiment?” he asked.

“Maybe trust,” Ichigo shrugged, taking his cup. “Maybe stupidity. I mean, how many times can you hand me something, tell me “this is going to do something to you, but I’m not telling you what” and expect me to do it? At some point you have to figure that I’ll say no.”

Kisuke looked at him thoughtfully. “That isn’t…”

Ichigo raised his cup and drank. “Don’t worry about it, Kisuke. I mean… I know you’d never agree to something like this, but it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

The blond stepped forward and rested his hand on Ichigo’s wrist. “You’re wrong.”

Ichigo shivered and looked down at the hand touching him as if he’d never felt anything like it before. Apparently, the tea was working faster than his calculations indicated.

“Wrong?” The question came out strangled, like Ichigo was struggling to focus on the words.

“Yes,” Kisuke pulled his hand back leaving only one finger resting against the pulse stampeding through Ichigo’s wrist. “I’d drink anything you gave me. No questions asked.”

Ichigo was staring at the spot where their skin was touching, fascinated.

“What does this one do?” he stuttered the words out.

Kisuke leaned forward, mere inches from Ichigo’s ear, to answer. “Hypersensitization.”

The keening sound that escaped Ichigo’s mouth was breathtaking.

***

Shunsui-san had a lot to answer for, calling him in for an emergency that basically entailed him saying, “No, I don’t want a Captaincy” fourteen different ways. That might be an emergency for him, but it was decidedly less important to Kisuke.

“Long day?” Ichigo was standing in the kitchen as he made his way up from the basement. At least the Captain Commander wasn’t putting up a fuss about his senkaimon. Not that he could really do anything about it.

“After dealing with Kyōraku all day, I almost feel sorry for the people who have to deal with me. All that duplicitous smiling. It’s exhausting.” He leaned in and kissed Ichigo swiftly. The small affections were something that he still hesitated over, but Ichigo appreciated them, and that made them worth the effort.

“Tea?” Ichigo raised the pot and Kisuke nodded.

“Please. And use the good white. I need something subtle after a day of being beaten over the head constantly.”

Ichigo hummed his agreement and they pottered quietly around the kitchen while the tea steeped.

“So, are you going to take him up on his offer?”

Kisuke slanted a look across the kitchen. Of course, Ichigo would know what Kyōraku was up to. They were surprisingly close for men born a thousand years apart, and he’d seen the older man’s eyes resting on the redhead more than once. It might be concerning if he didn’t know that Ichigo was as loyal as the day was long, but until the young man woke up and realized he’d hitched his wagon to the wrong horse, Kisuke wasn’t going anywhere.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said finally, reaching out for the beaker of pale gold liquid with a smile of thanks. “I find that I like my current arrangements too much to go messing about with something like a new Captaincy.”

He sipped his cooling brew and caught Ichigo staring.

“You disapprove?” He took another sip, and yes… there was something there. Something under the soft notes of the white tea. Why that little sneaky…

“No,” Ichigo said, with a shake of spiky orange hair. “I find that I, too, like your current arrangements.”

Kisuke raised an eyebrow and tilted his cup, and Ichigo’s lip quirked a fraction in its own question. A challenge then. So be it. He raised the cup, and never dropping his gaze from Ichigo’s, drained it dry.

“How long do I have?” he asked, and Ichigo laughed.

“Long enough, although you might want to take your good robe off. Wouldn’t do for it to get messy.”

Kisuke’s mind traveled through all the ways that messy could happen like a bullet ricocheting inside his skull.

“Messy, hmm?”

Ichigo chivvied him down the hall as he shrugged out of his sleeves. “Yes, massage oil tends to get that way.”

Mmmmm, massage. That sounded nice.

“You knew what Shunsui was going to ask.” It wasn’t a question, but Ichigo murmured an assent.

“He asked me what you’d say. I told him to ask you.”

Kisuke thought about that for a minute. “Thank you. For not answering for me.”

Ichigo pushed him face down on the futon—all made up already, look at that—and reached for the bottle of massage oil. “Not my place.”

Something warm curled in Kisuke’s belly. It must be the tea.

“Still,” he said into the pillow that had somehow found its way under his head, “it’s nice to not be managed.”

Warm hands slid up his back and he could feel a chuckle through them.

“You’re much happier being the manager, aren’t you?”

Usually that was true. Right now, though, he was fine with letting Ichigo be in charge.

“That’s good to know.” The chuckle got louder. He must’ve said that out loud.

“You said that out loud, too.” Ichigo dug one of his thumbs into a tightly corded muscle. He really should tune up this gigai. With Ichigo around he was putting a lot more strain on it than in the past hundred years or so.

Ichigo laughed out loud, his scowl completely gone for once. “That tea was much more effective than I expected. Maybe I should use less Diazepam next time.”

Kisuke considered the light and floaty feeling he was experiencing. “This isn’t so bad. For being drugged. With tea. Really.”

Ichigo flipped him over and straddled him, rubbing the massage oil into the muscles just under his collar bones. “At least you aren’t covered in spots.”

“No,” Kisuke nodded, “no spots. Just a little fuzzy around the edges.” It was nice. He was safe. Warm. This was much nicer than some of the tea he’d fed Ichigo. Although the hypersensitization one looked fun, even if Ichigo swore he’d never let him touch his cock again after that. Kisuke knew he didn’t really mean it.

“That’s what human drugs will do to you.” Ichigo leaned forward and kissed him gently. “I wanted you to be able to relax for a while. I know the business with Seireitei is stressful.”

Kisuke groaned when Ichigo hit another cluster of tight muscles. It felt so good for something that hurt so much.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You say that now,” Ichigo said with a laugh, hands still busily digging into muscle, “I doubt you’re going to be saying that later.”

“Why not?” Kisuke’s floaty feeling was beginning to tingle. Hmm.

Ichigo leaned down to whisper in his ear, his hands sliding suggestively lower. “Because Xanax wasn’t the only thing I put in your tea.”

Kisuke shivered and made a note to himself. This is what you get when you poke a dragon.

Isn’t it wonderful?

#Bleach #UraIchi #Mad Scientist Kisuke #trust kink #established relationship #smut and fluff #Kurosaki Ichigo #Urahara Kisuke

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Bleach and One Piece Match-Up Request

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory

Zodiac Sign: Pisces (born March 2)

Chinese Zodiac: Year Of The Pig

MBTI Type: INFJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Love Language: Acts Of Service

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11 (Call me short and I’ll kick your butt!)

Body Type/Shape: Average but well developed figure at best. I weigh about 158 lbs and am pretty insecure about my body.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it relaxed and flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Dress Style: I usually dress up in a casual way, just throwing on whatever looks good at the time but I will sometimes put in the effort when the time calls for it or when I’m in a good mood. I have an affinity for the punk, emo, and goth styles and I don’t like feminine clothes.

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd

Dislikes: Ignorance, stupidity, restriction, manipulation/gas-lighting, bullying, humanity, not being understood

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest and don’t care much for small talk or going out. I prefer to have deeper conversations. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded as well as stubborn. I’m very sassy, have a smart, sarcastic, and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to or even a total stranger. I’m very empathetic and my heart is bigger than what most people would expect. Most people describe me as quiet, intelligent, creative, dorky, a smartass, and really sweet. I love a good laugh and have an open sense of humor to boot.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, foul, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me. I’m an escapist and very imaginative, can be a bit scatterbrained at times, and I’m methodical and detailed to the point of perfectionism. I’m usually a walking contradiction in terms of personality in so many ways to the point where the real me is almost impossible to decipher. To make matters more complicated, I’m not very good at expressing myself verbally and prefer to let my actions do the talking.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy and nihilism but I can be pretty idealistic so it balances out. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation and conflict but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive and more assertive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off (slam the door basically) or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day and stop letting things fester before they get out of hand. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences. I refuse to apologize if I’m not in the wrong and I will not accept gaslighting/guilt tripping.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I am indeed a perfectionist to a fault which often prevents me from trying new things and going outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated as well as being picky/perfectionistic with the people I allow in my life. I have high standards for both people and myself although I’m pretty laid-back and my dislike of conflict allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it” and slam the door on them. I don’t think very highly of myself and can sometimes fall into a period of self-hatred.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I highly value power over myself and I think it’s the most important thing that a person needs in order to survive. I am definitely an outcast at heart and I often distance myself from others and don’t like talking about my feelings or beliefs because I think most people lack the ability/capacity to understand me. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible as well as look at things from all perspectives before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it. Once I do open up and express how I feel, the gates of passion will open up and never close.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms of it including suicidal thoughts and depression spells. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia as well. These things are pretty annoying and humiliating for me to deal with whenever they pop up.

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

(I’m happy you gave me so much info to work with!)

Nothing says punk or goth like skulls, right? I played around with some other accessories like a choker necklace and some earrings, but since you mentioned you don’t like feminine clothing I just went with the good ol’ leather jacket)

For Bleach, I match you with....Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez!

You mentioned you were a Pisces, and I like to take zodiacs/birthdays into account when they’re provided in matchups. Grimmjow’s a Leo, and from what I read, Leos and Pisces bring out a lot of great qualities within each other; the more I thought about it, the more I think that holds true. Like Grimmjow, you aren’t ever afraid to speak your mind, you’re both ambitious (I think Grimmjow would be a Slytherin too!) and are both rebels in your own right. The both of you also prefer to let your actions do the talking, and I think he would appreciate a partner who he can trust to speak their mind and not hide anything they’re feeling just to be nice. I think that Grimmjow would be able to help you be more assertive and less passive-aggressive, which you mentioned in your submission, and you would be able to get him to calm down and think things through before flying off the handle and beating the shit out of whoever or whatever is pissing him off.

You mentioned that you were slowly starting to embrace nihilism and misanthropy (and I feel that Grimmjow post-defeat by Nnoitora would share similar thoughts about his life’s meaning at the time. Dude just got his shit wrecked and his dreams of being the strongest/the King just got shot down by Nnoitora’s sword slicing him through the chest), but I think your optimism would not only balance out your perspective on life, but his as well. To “fix” your partner’s views/negative outlook on life shouldn’t be up to you (he’s his own person, and asking that much emotional labor of someone would be inappropriate, even if he does love you), but I think whenever you talk about your life philosophy, he’d slowly start to realize that you can find a balance between “nothing fucking matters, why bother” and “nothing fucking matters, so why not?”

Leo men are somewhat protective of their partners, so Grimmjow is always there if you’re in need of emotional or physical help. Fatigue from your anemia? He’ll straight up carry you where you need to go if he has to. Is your depression causing you to go into a downswing? He’ll keep an eye on you and do whatever it takes to lessen the weight on your shoulders/mind. Sometimes he’ll do things too comfort you without considering how you’d react (you mentioned that things get annoying and humiliating whenever your symptoms flare up like this, so having Grimmjow do something like picking you up and carry would...not be great, to say the least), but if you tell him why doing things like that upsets you he’ll try to stop and consider your feelings the next time something like that happens again. There’ll be a few instances like that where he’ll say or do something without considering how you’d react, because he’s used to being an egocentric guy (being a creature like an Arrancar, where you can only survive if you look out for yourself and ONLY yourself, makes this a difficult thing for him to change. But for you, he’ll try). This would be the main issue in your relationship, but as time goes on he’s more and more considerate of you the longer he’s with you. He has given you a cake with the (poorly) handwritten icing message “Sorry I was an asshole” more than once.

In conclusion, I think that you two would be a great example of two people who seem like total opposites finding common ground/traits/strengths/weaknesses and really complementing each other in a relationship.

For One Piece, I match you with...Zoro!

So, let’s start with zodiac compatibility. Zoro is a Scorpio, which is one of the better matches for Pisces according to what I looked up. Scorpio men and Pisces women share a lot of emotional depth, and that sort of conflicting nature/personality you have is something that Zoro can relate to. Like you, Zoro also tends to let his actions speak louder than words (especially since he isn’t the most talkative guy). A relationship with him would involve a lot of small kind gestures that let you know he cares about you. Even though he’s not one to talk a lot, he listens to anything you have to say and is a great person to vent to.

He may not be as well versed in intellectual subjects as you (social justice, politics, religion, etc.) but he keeps track of what you have to say about a particular topic. Sometimes he worries that his lack of response makes you think he’s not interested in what you’re talking about, but in reality he’s paying attention to every word; every time you talk about something he doesn’t know, he writes it down so he can either ask Robin about it or read about it himself. He doesn’t try to become an expert or anything, but he learns enough to try and form his own thoughts based on what you’ve said and what he’s looked up. His responses aren’t super eloquent, but he’s able to put things together (Normally if you asked him about the World Government he’d describe it as just “bad…” but once he learns about concepts like totalitarianism from you, he can talk about it in more depth).

Like you, Zoro is incredibly blunt and he appreciates having a partner who also speaks their mind regardless of who they’re talking to. Unlike you, he’s not as imaginative and scatterbrained, but I think this would be a case of opposites complementing each other; he likes how creative you are, and sometimes when he’s making a decision he wonders what you’d do. Like Grimmjow, Zoro would absolutely help you with asserting yourself but unlike Grimmjow he’s more considerate of how you’d react to what he does; he’s respectful of your boundaries, and if he sees that you just need to walk away from whoever’s pissing you off he doesn’t force you to confront them. He’s considerate, in his own Zoro-ish way; like he’ll quietly ask you if you want him to kick someone’s ass if you weren’t wanting to argue with them/escalate things further.

Zoro struggles with some aspects of his mental health, and that includes depression. Once you two have been together for a while, he can tell when you’re starting to enter a downswing/darker period. He doesn’t want to embarrass you by constantly smothering you/asking if you need anything, and he reassures you that there’s no shame in asking for help if you need it. Like you, he’s also not fond of expressing how he’s feeling, but he doesn’t want you to feel alone if you’re suffering.

#matchup #one piece matchup #bleach matchup #one piece #bleach #grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #zoro #roronoa zoro #mine #submission

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medicalwarrior · 5 years

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　　　　Sakura eventually did make it back to the Soul Society, only to be virtually grounded or the soul society’s version of it. Act like a child get treated like one, apparently, and she was willing to admit that she was acting a bit childish lately, running away like that. Seemed unlikely she’d find a chance to get out again. Grumbling to herself, she made her way to her next janitorial task. Yes, this was part of her punishment, even though, by all accounts, this was supposed to be her job anyway.

　　　　That’s when she saw Toshi. He’d been avoiding her since she got back, and she had an idea why. Green eyes narrowed at her supposed friend as she ran after him. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye and wisely decided to stop. Not that he hadn’t considered escaping her wrath. She came at him, teeth bared in an angry snarl.

　　　　“You lied to me!” she yelled at him. Thankfully there was no one else around, but still, she was loud enough that he was certain everyone within a two kilometer radius could hear her. “You said Grimmjow hadn’t bothered to look for me! What were you trying to achieve by telling me that?!”

　　　　“That’s just what it seemed to be when I met him,” he replied coolly, but that only seemed to anger her more. He sighed. “I didn’t want you to meet up with him again. He’s dangerous, and you shouldn’t be around him.” Clearly that hadn’t worked. He remembered how enraged he had been when he found those Hollow corpses. He’d recognized Sakura’s work, and had an idea what happened there. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

　　　　“He’s not--!” Sakura started, but stopped herself. No, he was dangerous. To imply otherwise would be an insult to him, really. She grit her teeth, as her anger at him and the rest of the soul society just exploded. “You and everyone else here keep treating him like he’s some wild animal! He’s not an animal! He’s someone who has been through absolute hell to survive. You--” She stopped, tears stinging her eyes, but Sakura refused to let them fall. “We couldn’t even begin imagine what it must have been like!”

　　　　Now it was Toshi’s turn to get angry, though his was a lot quieter. “Because he is! That’s what all Hollows are! They eat souls and when that isn’t enough! They eat each other! That’s what he is! The Hōgyoku might have changed his outward appearance, but he’s still a hollow, still an animal.” He replied, not swayed by her compassionate speech.

　　　　Sakura slapped him, hard. She was breathing hard, heart pounding and shaking with rage. The silence that followed was deafening. The pink reaper was trying to reign herself in, but she was just so furious. “You... you don’t know anything about him,” she finally managed out.

　　　　Toshi touched his cheek. She had never struck him like that before. Slowly, he turned to look back at her. “Why do you keep defending him?” His voice was quiet, almost pleading. “Why do you insist on going to see him?”

　　　　“He’s my friend! Of course I’ll defend him!” she responded. Yes, she saw him as a friend. Whether he considered her a friend, she didn’t know. Sakura had her doubts. “Just as I’d defend you! Why does it matter so much to you if I hang out with him or not? I’m just trying to get stronger, and his help has taken me farther than anything I’ve done here. You should be glad I’ve gotten as far as I have! You should be supporting me! I thought we were friends!”

　　　　Friends... that was all they were, and it was starting to seem like that was all they’d ever be. Something in Toshi snapped in that moment, and without warning, he grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her hard. Sakura’s eyes went wide, all anger draining to be replaced by complete confusion. He pulled away when she didn’t react, looking at her through dark eyelashes.

　　　　“Maybe I don’t want to be friends, and maybe... maybe I don’t want to lose you to him,” he murmured. Sakura stared at him with wide green eyes, and he was tempted to try his luck again, but thought better of it. Especially since she suddenly snapped out of her daze, pushed him away, and ran away as fast as she could.

　　　　He hadn’t wanted to force his hand like that, and despite his words. He knew he’d already lost. Still, though, at least maybe now she’d be thinking about him instead of that damned Arrancar. Toshikage cursed under his breath, slamming his fist into the wall as he went on his way once again, about to head back out into the world of the living, and he idly wondered if he’d end up facing Grimmjow again. He hoped not, but like his confrontation with Sakura just now, it seemed inevitable.

#♡drabble #v;;Bleached Blossoms #( oops c8 )#( gonna reblog on Toshi )

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tachiaku · 6 years

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the hands that cradle a broken heart

ulquihime || 3k || general audiences

roommate to eventual lovers au. written for UlquiHime Week as hosted by @ulquihimeweek no i did not find out about it on day two and then hurry to catch up. anyway.

day one: heart. ulquiorra's heart threatens to break and orihime is there to catch the pieces. trans ulquiorra and nb orihime.

Despite his warning not to stay up late, Orihime is waiting for Ulquiorra when he walks into the apartment, throwing his jacket across the room and letting his keys clatter to the floor. His hands are shaking as he runs through through his hair, his face still hot with embarrassment and shame as he closes the door behind him, quickly locking it up for the night. All the while, Orihime watches him placidly from their spot on the couch, burnt orange hair tied up into a knot on top of their head and grey eyes wide with concern as they stretch a hand out to him.

“Ulqui?” Their voice is soft and uncertain, as if they can tell how close he is to losing it just from his mannerisms alone. “Do you want to sit down and talk about what happened?”

“What’s to talk about? He really was a fucking pig.” He doesn’t have to tell Orihime who he’s talking about; the two of them had an entire conversation about the breakup he was walking into before he left the apartment just so they would know what to expect when he returned.

Orihime nods slowly, stretching out their hand a little farther, curling their fingers in the sleeve of Ulquiorra’s t-shirt and giving it a gentle tug. “Why don’t you come sit down on the couch?”

As soon as Ulquiorra sits down, Orihime is up and into the kitchen, the familiar sounds of tea being made in the other room telling him that his roommate has no intentions of letting him go to bed angry. Three months ago, Ulquiorra did not have a roommate, between them at the time. Grimmjow moved out so he could move in with Luppi and Ulquiorra had to go through the process of putting up ads all over again. In the end, it was Loly who saved his ass and found him a roommate that he could live with, even if their personalities were wildly different.

When they return to the living room, Orihime has two mugs of tea and sets one in front of Ulquiorra, keeping the other to themself. “It’s sleepy time tea so you’ll sleep better.”

“Thank you.” He doesn’t want tea. Tea isn’t going to fix the injustice of it all, the fact that his boyfriend— his ex- boyfriend— was able to look him in the eye and admit sex with him was just one big experiment after all. “I don’t know why I expected him to be different than the rest.”

“I’m sorry he treated you like he did. You deserve a lot better than that.” Orihime keeps a knee curled against their chest, balancing their mug on the top of it.

Though he doesn’t want the tea, Ulquiorra still picks the cup up and takes a sip of it, needing something to settle his nerves and the sourness curling hot and uncomfortable in his gut. It’s not unusual, of course; all of his exes have proven themselves to be shitty men who see him as not a real man, as less than, as different, as an experiment and I don’t know about touching it, do you really need me to get you off or can you just do it yourself?

Just thinking about it makes him want to throw the cup and shatter it. Makes him want to cry. Makes him want to rip his own skin off and start over, maybe with something that makes men look at him as real and not like someone dressing up in a gender that is not their own.

Orihime must know what he’s feeling because they set their cup down on the table, easing across the couch cushions on their knees to wrap their arms around his shoulders. Usually, Ulquiorra would push them off because he doesn’t like physical contact unless he initiates it, but just this once he lets it pass, curling his hand around their forearm.

“I’m sorry,” they whisper against his ear, and Ulquiorra squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t want pity but he knows it’s not that. He knows better from them. “I can imagine how much it hurts right now. You thought he was going to be different and he just turned out like all the others.”

Ulquiorra laughs, and the sound is hollow and empty. “Are they all going to be the same? Because I’d rather be fucking celibate than have to deal with this again.”

“I don’t blame you. You’ve gone through a lot because of men like this.” Despite not having known him that long, Orihime knows his dating history; the two of them discussed it once when they asked him about it, having had little luck in the dating department themself.

“It gets exhausting. I just want a man who loves me for who I am and doesn’t… Doesn’t…” Ulquiorra trails off, staring down into his cup of tea, not willing to fill in the blank.

Orihime kisses his hair, smoothes it back behind his ear. “I know. You want someone who doesn’t treat you as subhuman. And you deserve that and so much more, Ulqui.”

“I’d settle for that,” he admits, and Orihime hums softly in his ear. “Move back, I need to get my binder off because it’s starting to really bother me.”

“You left it on too long?” Orihime asks, cocking their head as he wrestles the compression garment out from under his shirt and over his head, dropping it on the arm of the couch.

“No. It just bothers me sometimes.” Ulquiorra rubs his ribs, wincing at the tenderness there. He only bothers wearing it out in public so that people are more likely to read him as a man, having no real desire to bind at home. While every man he’s ever been intimate with treats his body with children’s gloves and avoids entire parts of it altogether, Ulquiorra has reclaimed it as his own and wants to keep it just as it is. “Have you ever thought about getting one?”

Laughing softly, Orihime presses their hands against their own chest. “Do you really think it’d do me much good? But no, not really, I’ve never wanted one for myself and seeing the way you struggle with them with experience really just brings it home for me.”

That’s understandable; Ulquiorra wouldn’t wish the pain of sore ribs on anyone in the world. The one time he’d worn a binder for too long— plans were changed, he was out longer than intended— taking it off made him cry. He stayed in bed for two days recovering from it, and his breathing was weird for a while. If he’d taken it too far, he could have risked breaking a rib.

“Let me help!” Orihime says, reaching for him, and he sighs but relents just the same.

He turns his back to them, pulling his shirt up just enough that they can get their soft hands on his bare skin, massaging away the soreness with an efficiency that is unfair. “I just. I’m so tired of this happening. Cis guys always treat me like shit and I hate it so much.”

“It might be a sign that you can’t trust dating them,” Orihime quips, their thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “It’s why I don’t, not after the last time. I got tired of being his pretty little girlfriend so I dropped him and moved on with my life.”

“That’s the fucking worst,” Ulquiorra admits, and Orihime hums in agreement.

It isn’t like he only likes men but there have been women who want to treat him like their girlfriend, who look at his body and hear that he has no desire to change it and make decisions about his identity based on that. Gender doesn’t work like that; he doesn’t have to get surgery to make his identity valid and there’s nothing worse than having someone who believes that to be true, who has been thinking awful things about him all this time without him knowing.

Orihime tugs his shirt back into place when they’re done with him. “There we go. Does that feel better? Also, drink your tea. It’s going to help you sleep, and you need sleep.”

“Thank you, Orihime.” Ulquiorra picks up the cup and drinks deeply from it, draining half of it in one mouthful. “You really don’t have to go so far to take care of me, you know.”

A one-shoulder shrug is his answer as Orihime finishes their tea. “I know, but I’m just that way naturally, I like taking care of people. Besides, right now? You definitely needed it.”

That’s fair. Ulquiorra finishes his tea and settles back into the couch, not willing to admit how much he really did need to be coddled tonight. “I feel like I’m going to end up dying alone at this rate unless I do go through with a full transition, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to alter my body like that, I like it just the way it is. But the way people are about it… It just… I wish…”

He trails off and tries not to cry, his eyes stinging and his face hot as he presses a hand over the top half of his face to hide it from view. A moment later and Orihime is there, reassuring and warm, pulling him against their chest as their fingers soothe through his hair. When a small broken sound slips from his lips against his will, Orihime hugs him all the tighter. Their warmth and serenity sinks into his bones, protecting him from the coldness of the world for a moment.

Dully, he realizes he can totally understand the fact they like helping people so much.

“Ulqui,” they say, fingers gently tipping his chin so that he has to look at them, “you are not going to die alone, and you don’t have to change your body. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Thank you. I’m just frustrated.” Ulquiorra sniffles and wipes away a stray tear, hating the fact that his ex is probably fine tonight, that Ulquiorra’s heart is the one shattered.

Orihime hums softly, rubbing a sympathetic hand up and down his arm. “I understand. I really do know what you’re going through. But it doesn’t make you any less than who you are, and someone is going to come along one day, see the whole picture, and fall madly in love.”

The thought is ridiculous to him; no one has ever liked him for the way he is. If it’s not his body and gender not matching the way people expect them to, it’s that his hair is too long, or his skin is too pale, or he’s too skinny, or too short. A myriad of stupid and pathetic reasons. “Thank you, Orihime. I’m sorry to always put so much of this on you every time it happens.”

“I’m just glad you finally dumped that creep before he could say anything else about you.” The disgust in their tone makes him laugh softly; the ex had said… A few things, and Ulquiorra let most of them go because he just wanted someone and then it just went too far.

“Come here.” Orihime catches him by the arm and draws him back into their embrace, leaning back on the couch so his head is pillowed on their ample chest. “I’ve known you for months now and you’re so amazing to me, the fact you just keep getting up every time you get knocked down, but I don’t want you to keep dating guys who just end up treating you like shit.”

Ulquiorra nods to show he’s listening. “I’ll do my best not to run into another one if I can avoid it.”

“I mean that. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone who’s going to take the best care of you ever.” Orihime presses their cheek against the top of his head and he closes his eyes, drinking in the gentle attention. “If the next one is mean to you, I’ll fight them.”

The comment has Ulquiorra laughing; Orihime is shorter than he is, all soft curves and smiles and sunshine but he thinks, someone, that he wouldn’t put it past them to be able to hold their own in a fight. For now, though, he enjoys the attention. He’s so starved for genuine affection and tenderness that anything wholly real is enough to take the starch from his muscles and the ache from his heart, and he needs that doubled down right now.

“Are you going to be okay tonight?” they ask him, tapping him on the cheek.

Sighing softly, he nods and pushes himself into a sitting position. “I’ll be just fine. Thank you for looking after me once more. I needed it more than I wanted to admit.”

“I know how are you. It’s not a problem.” When they smile, the warmth of it soothes his soul. He has never, in his entire life, met someone as genuinely caring and kind as Inoue Orihime. “Now get to bed because you have work in the morning and I don’t want you to be sad and tired and upset before you go to work. One makes the other worse for sure. Now, bed!”

Ulquiorra does his genuine best not to roll his eyes at them as he stands, stretching his arms over his head, the bottom of his shirt riding up enough that he has to yank it back down into place. “Of course, of course. So bossy. You’re more like my partner than my roommate.”

“If your partners aren’t going to do their job looking out for your best interests, I’ll just have to hold down the fort myself.” Orihime smiles sweetly at him, switching off the television.

He ends up following them to their bedroom when they get ahead of him down the hallway, shaking his head at the state of the room. It’s clean but so soft and pastel and fuzzy and warm, a stark contrast to his own room done in dark colors. But Orihime is happy here, and they pay their share of the rent without a complaint, so Ulquiorra is satisfied.

“When are you going to end up finding a partner?” he asks them curiously.

Orihime pauses, halfway through turning down their comforter for the night. “Hmm? I don’t know. I haven’t put that much thought in it, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“That’s surprising. With as much as you like taking care of people and such.” Ulquiorra shrugs a shoulder, not sure how else to put it without sounding weird. Orihime is sunshine and light, and he would expect them to attract more than a few moths by this point.

“I’m in no great hurry. I’m genuinely enjoying being single and not having to worry about returning text messages or anything.” Orihime consults their basket of stuffed animals, then picks out a pale blue and pink plush bat, walking up to him with it. “Here. Take Luna with you tonight. They’ll keep you company and make it a little less lonely of a night for you.”

Blinking slowly, Ulquiorra accepts the offering. “Luna? You named them after the moon?”

“Well. They’re a bat.” Orihime shrugs, as if this should make sense. Oddly, it does.

“I’ll take good care of them while I’m borrowing them.” He’s stalling for time, and he knows it. Once the door is shut and the darkness wraps itself around him, he’s not going to be able to sleep. Or he’s going to cry himself to sleep. Both are equally awful.

Orihime nods, then brushes past him, taking him by the arm and dragging him toward his own bedroom. “Wait, I have to show you this playlist. It’s also going to help you get to sleep.”

Now that? That is something Ulquiorra could definitely get into. “What is it?”

“It’s like, music box stuff? They’re covers of other songs but they’re meant to sound like lullabies. Give me your phone.” Orihime makes grabby hands at him and he surrenders the phone, turning down his own bedcovers as he changes into his pajamas.

Orihime is, admittedly, one of the only people Ulquiorra is comfortable changing in front of if only because the similarities in their situations and between their bodies ensures that they never look at him any differently no matter how much of him they see. While he changes, they set his phone on the charger for him and start up a playlist of music that winds through the room soft and sweet. It makes him think of them, and that makes him smile.

“There we go. That’s the best I can do for you to make sure you get lots of sleep for work in the morning.” Orihime beams up at him, and Ulquiorra nods his head in assent.

Before he can prepare for it, Orihime steps into his personal space once more, wrapping their arms around his waist and pulling him in close. There are no words exchanged; Ulquiorra closes his eyes and allows himself to sag into their embrace for just a moment. It’s like they know just how much he’s going to be suffering on his own tonight, especially given the nature of the breakup and how, for a while, he thought things were going to be okay.

Things, as it turns out, are rarely ever okay when it comes to his love life.

“Thank you, Orihime.” He wishes he could convey just how much this all means to him, but he’s not sure how and has never been good with feelings. “I’m sure I’ll sleep just fine with this music, the tea, and Luna. You should get to sleep as well. I kept you up so late.”

“I wanted to be up when you came home.” Orihime kisses him on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, Ulqui. Try to get some sleep if you can, and when you’re off work this evening we can get drunk and talk about all the things about that asshole that you hated.”

Ulquiorra smiles down at them. He can’t help himself. “That sounds like a plan.”

Sleep comes quickly, sweetly, and painlessly.

#bleach #ulquiorra cifer #inoue orihime #ulquihime #uhweek2018 #*f: mine #*f: bleach #*f: ulquihime

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He had almost forgotten which date it was today. That’s how preoccupied he was with OTHER matters in his life. It was a good thing then, that he had set an alarm on his phone to be SURE he didn’t forget. He was startled when it rang, and before he looked at the screen, he really had no idea why it was sounding. The display on his phone said ‘ doc ‘, and then he remembered. Yeah, he was supposed to head to the hospital today for his check-up. Nnoitra went to these check-ups a couple of times each year. He HAD gotten shot in the head after all. Going to the hospital wasn’t something he enjoyed, and he... Had half a mind to ask Grimmjow to come with him, but that would probably be lame, right? He was a grown man and could go by himself. So he did.

The waiting room wasn’t that crowded. An elderly couple was sitting a few seats away, and a bored-looking younger man had just gotten up and followed a nurse. Nnoitra was playing on his phone, invading planets with his leveled up powers. It was calming, because this game was very easy - even HE could play it without losing and getting pissed off. The pictures on the walls were the same as when he was last here. Not-so-great paintings of landscapes. Forests, mostly. Nnoitra hadn’t spent much time in this part of the hospital. Most of his time in hospital had been spent waiting for ( and trying to get to see ) Grimmjow after all. He HAD spent a good few weeks here after he got shot, but it had been in a different department. It was a large hospital, but Nnoitra had remembered which floor to go to since he had been here only six months ago. When he was last here, his doctor ( who had been his primary physician with regards to his gunshot wound ever since it happened ), had told him that he had published an article about his case in a medical journal. Apparently, Nnoitra’s survival of his injury was a big deal. Almost like some sort of miracle.

The reason why Nnoitra disliked hospitals wasn’t because of the times when he had had to stay here. It wasn’t like he was traumatized from getting shot... Not even the amnesia that had followed had been all that bad, in comparison to WAITING FOR GRIMMJOW. That was the sole reason why he didn’t like hospitals. It always reminded him of how he had come here every day, hoping he would get to see his boyfriend, but he had been denied access to him. No wonder, Nnoitra thought to himself. He tapped a finger against the screen to exit the game. He didn’t feel like playing anymore. It wasn’t enough to distract him from his bad memories. Would he have felt better about it if the chair next to him wasn’t empty? If Grimmjow was sitting here with him? He didn’t get time to answer the question, because his name was called next. The nurse pronounced it wrongly - that happened from time to time. Didn’t matter. He got up from the uncomfortable chair and headed to the doctor’s office. It was a white door with a tiny metal plate on it. The plate had printed black letters, spelling out the name of his doctor. Nnoitra didn’t stop to read it, and just entered.

The doctor was not that old. He always seemed enthusiastic, but not in an unprofessional manner. His hair was thinning slightly at the top of his head, making him look older than what his youthful face said. He smiled at Nnoitra when he entered, and soon after they were shaking hands.

❝ Good to see you, Nnoitra! ❞ He said, and it sounded like he meant it. ❝ How are you? ❞ Nnoitra guessed that that article he had written wouldn’t be that amazing if he suddenly dropped dead from the wound that should’ve killed him.

❝ ‘M alright. ❞ Was his answer, his shoulders rolling in an indifferent shrug. Of course the answer was not that he was ‘ alright ‘. His life was FUCKED UP at the moment, but that wasn’t something he could tell his doctor about. He was here for his physical health, not his mental state. In any case, Nnoitra kinda liked how friendly the doctor was with him, and he’d rather not change that by making the man think he was some kind of criminal. His answer drew an understanding smile from the doctor. Nnoitra thought that was the sort of look you give people when you pretend you understand them. At least the doctor understood that Nnoitra didn’t want to talk about it. WELL HE DID WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT! Just --- not with a doctor.

❝ And how is your head? I remember last time we talked about the fact that you had been having some headaches? Do you still get them, or? ❞ Nnoitra thought about it, trying to remember the last time his head hurt. He thought it had been a couple of months since the last time... Which was definitely an improvement. The doctor didn’t rush him. He just patiently waited for a reply. Nnoitra shrugged again.

❝ Mah, ‘s been a few months, I think. Don’t think I’ve had a bad one since ‘round Christmas. I get small headaches, but I ain’t no pussy so I don’t even remember ‘em. ❞ He couldn’t say how many of those minor headaches he had had. It would just be a dull pain against his temple, and since he was NOT afraid of pain, he didn’t let it bother him too much. The headaches his doctor was referring to were MUCH worse. It was the kind of headache that you’d imagine you’d get after getting shot in the head.

The doctor asked him some more about his headaches, and Nnoitra answered as best he could. No, he couldn’t say how often he got them. And no, they didn’t impact his daily activities. No, he didn’t think there was any specific trigger for them.

After a few more questions, they got to Nnoitra’s least favorite part, where he was asked to remove his eyepatch so that the doctor could take a look. He asked him kindly, as if Nnoitra was self cautious about it. He was, but not in front of this man. It didn’t matter for shit if this guy thought his face looked like a fucking horror movie or not. It was different with Grimmjow. He didn’t want his boyfriend to be disgusted by his face. Nnoitra removed the eyepatch by opening the two little buttons at the back that kept it together. He pushed his hair away too, because his bangs were always falling on that side of his face. He was sitting down in a chair, and the doctor was standing over him, leaning only slightly ( he was not a very tall man ) to be at the right height to inspect the healed wound. Nnoitra knew perfectly well what it looked like. The eye socket had almost grown shut, leaving only a very roughly scarred dip where the eye would’ve been. The browbone had been crushed by the impact from the bullet, and some fragments had been impossible to reconstruct. So yes, this side of his face was FUCKED UP. That didn’t even count in the older scar beneath his eye, reaching almost down to his cheekbone, where the old infection from when he got stabbed had eaten away at his skin. The doctor was leaning in close, and Nnoitra kept his head at the best angle to let him see. It was pretty strange, having someone stare intensely at a place on his body he never showed to anyone. He didn’t feel awkward about it though. Apart from how UGLY it looked, this scar wasn’t a bad thing. It was just proof that he had survived something most people would not have.

❝ Is it okay if I touch it? ❞

❝ Yeah, ‘s fine. ❞

A fingertip was carefully pressed to the wound. Nnoitra could feel it. ALL these nerves were completely fucked up. Some parts of the scar, he had no feeling in at all, and others were very sensitive. The most sensitive part, surprisingly enough was the exit wound behind his ear. This spot would NEVER fail to give him shivers when he accidentally touched it when putting his hair up or when he showered.

❝ It has healed quite nicely. There is a thick layer of scar tissue here. ❞ ‘ Quite nicely ‘, huh? Mah, at least he didn’t have a HOLE there now. It wasn’t like it had looked all that great before he got shot. With his blind eye just randomly sliding back and forth, making him look all cross-eyed when he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. Cute, Grimmjow had called it. Nnoitra didn’t say anything to the doctor’s remark, and soon enough, he seemed to be done examining it. Nnoitra kept his eyepatch off. It was incredibly rare that he would be in a room with someone and not wear it, and a doctor was probably the ONLY person who he KNEW it would not be dangerous to show his weak spot to. He imagined that if any of his opponents ever learned what he hid under that eyepatch... They would definitely try to punch him in the eye. He remembered that before he got shot, his bad eye had been incredibly sensitive. One punch there and he was in so much pain he had to throw up one time. Maybe that part had improved, after the gunshot? He wasn’t about to put it to the test though. ❝ I know we talked a little bit about possibly having some reconstructive surgery. Last time that was not something you were interested in. Are you still more comfortable with your eye the way it is, or have you had a change of heart? ❞ Ah, yeah, he remembered this. The doctor thought he should do some plastic-surgery shit to try and ‘ reconstruct ‘ the eye-socket and put a glass eye in there. Nnoitra could not imagine that it was possible for ANY surgeon, no matter how God-like skilled they were to fix this shit. It was bound to look wonky. He had seen some funny programs on TV about women who got their faces absolutely fucked up by plastic surgeons. No FUCKING THANKS. In any case, he had worn his eyepatch for about ten years now. It was a comfortable and he thought he would feel very odd without it.

❝ Nah, I’m good. Ya know I was already blind on that eye when I got shot, so I’ve been wearin’ this eyepatch ‘fer ages. It would feel weird as fuck ‘ta not wear it. ❞ Almost like going out without a shirt or something like that. Just...WEIRD. Nnoitra had the same thing with his bracelets. He had worn them for years ( and actually his bracelets he never, ever took off, unlike his eyepatch which he removed when he showered ). The thought of removing them was almost like removing a part of his body. It was a lame ass comfort thing for him. He really had no problems with his bad eye having to be hid under his eyepatch. The ONLY thing he wished was that he would find... Some sort of way to show Grimmjow his eye. He knew he COULD just show it to him, but he was worried he’d regret it. What if Grimmjow found the sight so disgusting that he would never be able to kiss him again without imagining kissing some sort of zombie? He didn’t want to put that sort of burden on his boyfriend.

They talked some more. There were some more questions for Nnoitra to answer, and then a few memory tests ( which he thought he completed pretty well ). Eventually the doctor checked the eyesight on his left eye, and told him that his vision was excellent. That kinda cheered him up. Wasn’t often anything about him was referred to as ‘ excellent ‘. Nnoitra hadn’t thought he’d feel BETTER after his appointment, simply because of how much he hated hospitals, but when he walked home about an hour after arriving... He WAS feeling better.

He also... Wondered if he should talk to Grimmjow about showing him his eye. OR if that was bad timing. There were other things he should talk to him about instead. Nnoitra didn’t know whether he would bring the subject up to Grimmjow, but at least he was considering it, and that was the first step. At least that’s what he liked to believe.

#[ i hardly have anything to write on here SO ]#[ i thought it was a good opportunity to treat myself to a drabble ]#[ been wanting to write about this for AGES ]#[ n finally did! ]#[ i love........ writing nnoitra........ ]#[ it's simply The Best tm ]#ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ;; ic.#ᵇᵘʳᶰ 'ᵈᵃ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ;; verse.#ˢᵗᵒʳʸᵗᶤᵐᵉ ;; drabble.#eye horror //#hospital //#longpost //

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