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superboywife · 1 year

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We've never been together, but we've never been 'just friends' either. I guess you could say we're forever lurking in the dangerous in-between.

-ky

IF SOMEONE COULD have saved me from this ache, I would have taken any opportunity to do so a long time ago. The realization I learned over the past year was that no matter how good you could be to somebody, no matter how much you love them, they could never be yours.

“There are so many things for babies nowadays,” I remark as I sift through the aisles with Grimmjow.

“I can’t believe you dragged me here.” He scoffs as I put down a teddy bear into the cart along with some bibs and hats. “I can’t believe she’s pregnant and with that snake too.”

I turn to him. “It’s clear you haven’t been in love before.”

“Yeah, because you’re hogging onto it for dear life. Let the rest of us try to have some, but then again, your love life is shit right now.” He jokes, “You can keep it.” Grimmjow takes out my phone and looks at the gift registry, then puts a bassinet into the cart.

He might be mean at times but he’s learning to be more affectionate since he never had any love in his life. He’s becoming a better man.

He pays for our stuff and gets it wrapped one time for Rangiku’s baby shower today. It was late but with the unpacking for my apartment, it slipped my mind.

Grimmjow’s statement earlier had me thinking about whether I would truly get over Byakuya. The answer is indefinite because I could never see myself without him in my life. He could be just a friend or even an acquaintance and I wouldn’t mind it. But then my mind slowly replays our moments and no matter how much I try to push them away, he always comes back.

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Something was going on with Renji and I could see from his worried look and on-edge aura. We were at Rangiku’s baby shower, and the shower took over in full swing, I’ve seen faces that I haven’t seen in a long time. I spoke to Yoruichi and Kisuke about their supply business which was successful and even had a chat with Toshiro who is gone with quite handsome and more accomplished. He’s currently a Captain in his station alongside Byakuya.

The shower was beautiful and perfect, thanks to Orihime and the girls. Rangiku and Gin are having a little boy. As the shower went on after the festivities, we had to snatch a bottle of wine away from Rangiku.

Rukia held it against herself, while I brought apple juice for Rangiku. Yoruichi and Soi-fon were shaking their heads in disapproval.

“You’re a preggo with no morals, Matsumoto.” Soi-fon said as she took the bottle and gave it to Yoruichi.

I then noticed Renji even more on edge, I walked over to him and pulled him outside to the garden which won’t let anyone see us.

“What’s your deal?” I ask, looking him up and down.

I could see he was nervous like he was caught in an act. “Namika, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said nervously chuckling.

“Renji.”

“Okay, we’re close friends but promise not to tell anyone I want to ask the Captain for Rukia’s hand in marriage, but I’m frightened that he will say no.”

I couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped me.

“He’ll give you his blessing, trust me. That’s one thing about Byakuya, he may seem aloof with love but he’s understanding and besides that, you’re the only one he sees his sister with.” I reassure him, patting his shoulder.

“Well, Namika is correct about that fact.”

Renji and I freeze at Byakuya’s voice from behind us.

“What’s your intention with Rukia?” Byakuya questions, striding over next to me as he looks at Renji who might throw up.

“I want to keep her happy and loved for the rest of our lives and I will do anything in my power for her. She’s my friend who I loved for years, and I want to have a life together. Can I have your blessing to marry your sister?”

Byakuya says, “If I say no?” I elbow him but he pays no mind.

“Then I will continue to prove to you that I’m the one for her.”

I let out a sigh and look at Byakuya, “Stop doing the over-protective dad speech now.” I roll my eyes at him.

He takes the hint. “I give you my blessing, Abarai.”

Renji couldn’t believe it, he bowed to Byakuya and then went off inside, smiling ear to ear. I was about to join him, but Byakuya caught my arm.

“I wanted to speak to you,” he says sensitively. I looked at his attire, his dark green t-shirt and black pants with a white coat and white boots.

“About?” we stand opposite of each other, and the air is tense, just one sentence could break everything right now.

“I need you to do me a favor and I know it’s not exactly something you would want to delve into right now but humor me for a while.” The imaginary spotlight on us dims and I can’t take my eyes off him. “I would like a restart for our friendship, well whatever it is now.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean by that?” I look at him quizzically.

His gray eyes hold this intensity which makes whatever he wants to say more important. “We fought before you left and after that day everything has been miserable, and I would like to rectify that.”

“This slope that you want to go on is treacherous,” I remark, looking away from him. “What brought on this sudden insight?”

“I just want you back in my life, because I’ve seen the way you talk to everyone else, happy and carefree but with me, you’re walking on eggshells. We used to be so close, what happened to us?”

“That’s the thing.” I feel my heart breaking. “There was never an us in the first place, to begin with.”

This is what I wanted to say to him but instead I say, “You and I had different things in mind, and I wasn’t fitting into your life anymore, so I removed myself.”

“Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I care about you too much to even hate you.”

I take a deep breath before I look at him. “There’s a difference between wanting me and needing me back in your life. I’m not a toy for you to keep playing with my heart, Kuchiki.”

“That’s the thing, Namika! I’ve been ignorant of your feelings and I’m trying my fucking hardest to rectify that because I’m ready to do everything in my power to win you over. I know that you have given up on me and that you’re still hurting over Aizen but—”

I stand in front of him and grab onto his coat and bring him down to my eye level. “It was never about Aizen. I don’t care about him, and I haven’t cared about since him I laid my eyes on you the very first night we met.”

I hear him take a deep breath and my hold on him is gone.

“Tell me why I should even spend my time with you now. Why are suddenly feeling this way toward me?”

Was I going to jump into his arms now and get a happily ever after? No, because that’s not right. I’ve waited for this man since I met him and call it madness or so, but I will not give up this story. There was more to this than before everything changed between us.

I can see the frustration on his face, his brows are furrowed, and his hair was moving with ferocity.

“Because you’re my yellow. I can’t imagine a life without you by my side and it has been agony to live without telling you about my feelings toward you because I’m afraid you’ll leave me just like everyone else has. I lost my family and Hisana—all I have left is Rukia, Renji, and you.

All I ask of you is to please don’t be in love with someone else and let me have the opportunity to fall in love with you unconditionally.”

I’ve heard this thing called ‘The Boyfriend Method’, it’s to prevent yourself from getting into a situation ship and not knowing where you stand with them. If you like the person enough, you give them a month's trial of them being your boyfriend and see whether it works out or not.

And that is what I’m going to do with Byakuya.

#byakuya kuchiki x original character #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki x reader #bleach manga #bleach anime #modern au

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jplupine · 10 months

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Feral Possession: Chapter 4

Confrontation

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~2.6k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Psychological Torture, Sleep Deprivation, Threat of Bodily Harm, Sexual Harassment

Summary: Wynter is getting more and more exhausted as the demon's antics drag on.

You can also read it on AO3!

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I didn't get much sleep that night either since the thing in the house wouldn't stop strutting about the place while singing the same lines from 'Sympathy for the Devil' like before. It was less terrifying now that I knew he couldn't physically hurt me, but he'd still pop up out of nowhere and scare the shit out of me. He'd laugh every time I yelped in surprise since it seemed to amuse him.

His antics went on for days, mainly occurring during the night and making it difficult to sleep. Napping on the couch during the day to catch up on some missed sleep, Dagur had been curled up next to me, and I finally slept peacefully.

Even so, I became suspicious when I woke up and nothing had yet to happen. For once in the past week, nothing was knocked over or torn up. Nothing was out of place and there was no singing or humming.

Did he finally tire of messing with me?

Rising to my feet, I grabbed my phone and opened up the back door. Checking the area, I then called for Dagur, and he ran right past me to go outside. Following him, I checked the messages on my phone. There were a few from Gary, and a couple from my boss telling me what needed to be changed on my most recent project. I had a week to fix it, but what he wanted could be done in two nights.

Sighing as I answered the texts from Gary, I had to explain that I hadn't answered because of my nap. Now that those messages were taken care of, I glanced up to see Dagur peeing on the fence.

"Lovely." I muttered before plopping down at the edge of the pool. Crossing my legs, I just sat there as I looked into the water while feeling the late-day sun on my skin. Throwing my hands up, I laid back on the rocky tiles and watched as a cloud slowly floated past.

I was exhausted and only wanted peace, but this demon seemed hellbent on bugging me. The fear was morphing more into irritation as the days passed, and I was beginning to hate that damn song he always sang. I heard tapping on glass and looked up at the back door.

The demon was standing there, watching me and reminding me of a cat. He was still just a solid shadow, but those feline eyes and the way his tail twitched was too reminiscent of a cat. I flipped him off, and he grinned. Those sharp teeth glinted in the fading sunlight.

Once I went back into the house, I knew he would start bothering me. The only reason he wasn't now, I could only assume had to do with the sun still being out. Indirect sunlight didn't seem to bother him, but I guess direct would. As I lowered my hand, something began to dawn on me.

He kept asking for my name, kept singing a song about guessing the identity of the singer. Maybe it was because I just woke from my nap, or maybe I was finally putting the pieces together, but this asshole was playing a Rumplestiltskin kind of game. The winner would be whoever got the other's name first.

Of course, this was simply speculation, but what other reasoning would there be? He clearly had some sort of goal, and if he wasn't lying, it at least wasn't to eat me. But what was it?

And as I was thinking, something else began to prick at my mind. ....What if this demon had something to do with Uncle Jordan dying? Sitting up, I placed my hands in my lap. What if Uncle Jordan had done something that brought this demon here?

Maybe he was digging and found something, cleaning and happened upon something. I mean, Uncle Jordan would have been all over the property while renovating and could have stumbled onto something from previous owners. That, or maybe it came from one of the antiques Uncle Jordan just happened to bring home.

Wherever he came from, he was definitely here before I was. I mean, I hadn't done anything but moved in. Though, Uncle Jordan was old....he simply could have just passed naturally. But something nagged at me that the demon did have a part in it.

He was breathing down on my head as I was trying to get work done. Sat at the desk in the office, I was trying to focus on typing rather than the demon leaning on the chair. Unlike when it came to me, he could actually touch inanimate objects.

And he was taking advantage of that by shaking the chair at random intervals.

"Will you fucking stop?!" I slammed my hands against the desk. He chuckled and hopped up on the desk to crouch beside my laptop with his elbows on his knees.

"Tell me your name then, Little Rabbit." His tail curled behind the laptop, and I noticed his feet were more like paws. Was it odd to find them....adorable?

"How about you tell me yours?" I popped off, and his blue eyes narrowed. "Give me that look all you want, you're not even half as scary as you were before. I know you can't even touch me." His leg shot out to kick the back of the chair just over my shoulder. The chair spun and teetered before falling back. Grunting when I landed on the floor, the demon proved his point without saying a word.

I saw the claw marks on the chair, and he was still crouched on the desk while looking down at me.

"Don't get cocky just because I can't touch you. I can still touch everything else, human. And I do mean everything." He reached down to grab the front of my shirt before yanking me up to my feet. "Just because I haven't actually hurt you yet doesn't mean I can't, Little Rabbit. You're just more amusing when not broken."

I tried to pull his hand off of me, but my hand went right through his wrist. That sadistic grin played onto his lips as he chuckled.

"Oh, that face is good. That's right, Little Rabbit. I can't touch you, and you can't touch me. But I can sure as shit still do this." He stood on the desk while lifting me up off the ground as if I weighed nothing. "So long as you wear clothes, I could just as easily throw your ass around. That, or throw other things at you." He said while knocking the lamp off of the desk with his foot. The bulb shattered on the ground, and I was thankful it wasn't on.

"What do you even get out of this?" I asked lowly while looking at him. His eyes narrowed at me with those slit pupils focused right on my face. "Seriously, what keeps you here? Day in and day out you bug me. Why don't you just leave?" I tilted my head as his eyes narrowed more. "You can't, can you? You're stuck here, aren't you? Maybe if you tell me why, I can help you to leave. Because, trust me, I don't want you here either."

He dropped me, and his tail swayed as he placed his hands on his hips.

"I want your soul, Little Rabbit. Would you so readily give it to me?" There was a silent pause before he burst into laughter. "You should see your face! The fuck would I do with your stupid soul?! You're right though, human. I am stuck here. The old fucker from before bound me here." He hopped down from the desk and stepped toward me. I backed away until I hit a bookshelf, and he was peering down at me. "But I can't break the seals myself."

"Seals?"

"There's two. One on my body, one on my power. You're related to that old fucker, aren't you? You have to break them." He raised his hand and tilted his head while watching me as he brushed his knuckles over my cheek. It felt like cold air was touching me. "Once you've broken them, I'll be gone."

"You're not telling me everything."

"You're right, I'm not. You're perceptive, Little Rabbit, and it's a fucking pain in my ass." He lowly growled.

"What are you leaving out?"

"Is it really any of your concern?"

"It is if you want my help. From what I gather, having your body and power sealed is safer than letting you free." His hand slammed against the shelf by my head, making me flinch. "You want my name, right? Why? It's unimportant if the seals are what you're after unless you need it for something."

"Knowing your name gives me the power to touch you." He sounded honest, so if he wasn't lying, my guess from before was right. "If I can touch you, I can make you break the seals."

"Then what's with the whole 'Sympathy for the Devil' shit?"

"Just having a little fun." He smirked.

"Then my uncle. How the Hell could he 'bind' you if he was just a retired teacher?"

"He wasn't 'just a retired teacher'. The fucker was an exorcist. Between him being old as shit and me being so powerful, he couldn't send me back to Hell."

"So he sealed you in the house." I stated, and now I was a little pissed. If Uncle Jordan had sealed the demon in the house, why in the world would he leave it to me in the will? "....He knew I was smart enough to figure it out." I muttered as my eyes widened a fraction.

"And you're also smart enough to figure out you either release me, or I'll make your life miserable, Little Rabbit. I just might even go after those close to you....again." He smirked. "How'd your little friend like his wake-up call?"

"You pissed on his bed, not exactly threatening. And he thought it was the dog."

"Would you prefer I did to him what I did to your uncle?" My lip twitched into a snarl.

"What the fuck did you do to my uncle?" My voice was dangerous and it took me a second to realize I was actually holding something. My attention briefly went to my hand wrapped in shadow. It felt like soft fur between my fingers. I had assumed it was a part of him, but the fact that I could touch it said otherwise.

A shirt. The fur was a shirt collar.

"I did to him what I'm doing to you. Old man couldn't take it for long." The demon stated while not at all bothered by the fact that I'd figured out I could touch his clothes as he could mine. If this fur was a shirt collar, where did the clothes end and he begin? It all looked like the same shadow without seams.

Tightening my grip on the fur, I shoved the demon back now that I had a hold on something. He only went back a step since he hadn't expected it, then dug his claws into the floor before pushing me back against the bookshelf. His hand was on my chest, using my shirt as a barrier since it wouldn't go through me like his hand would.

"Don't try to get brave, Little Rabbit. Just break the seals."

"I'm not that stupid."

"Then I guess I'll just have to break you." I quickly brought my knee up, but he grabbed my knee since I was wearing pajama pants. "You catch on quick, you little shit. I didn't think you'd even figure to go for such a low blow."

"Well, it was worth a shot." I swallowed as fear trickled in. I was hoping, with how he wore clothes and looked and sounded masculine, I could knee him in the crotch and run when he went down.

"You've only given me another idea on how to torment you." His tone dropped as he stepped closer while still holding me against the shelf with a hand on my chest. "Don't get me wrong, your fear smells delicious, but why don't we see how else you can smell, Little Rabbit?" The hand on my knee moved upward, and I could feel the chill of his hand through the fabric.

The demon leaned down, and his cold breath hitting my cheek and neck made my hair stand on end. My heart was pounding, and I was uncertain as to what he was trying to do until he grabbed my ass. He slid a knee between mine and rubbed his thigh against my crotch. I took in a sharp breath and tried to push him off, but the demon wouldn't budge.

"My, my, Little Rabbit. Your scent changed so quickly." It sounded like he was purring now. His hand on my chest lowered as he pressed the rest of his body against me. I could feel defined muscle along his torso, and with how close he was, I could faintly smell something. Was it him?

"Get off." I managed to keep my voice even, but it came out barely louder than a whisper.

"Why? You're clearly pent up if just this is turning you on." His voice was close to my ear as both of his large hands were on my ass now. "Why not enjoy it, Little Rabbit? I can smell how badly you want to. Might I add, you really do smell fucking delicious either way."

"You're a damn demon!" I hissed only to tense when he rubbed his thigh against me again.

"Doesn't seem like that bothers you too much." He sounded amused before he pulled his head back and turned to the desk. My phone was ringing with the screen facing up and allowing him to see who was calling. "Oh, it's that punk-bitch." The demon pounced on the desk before crouching like earlier as he snatched up the phone.

His tail was swaying as he answered the call, and my heart sank as Gary's voice came through loud and clear.

"Hey, Wynter, I was wondering if you were up to me crashing by with some burgers. I got some work I'd like your advice on." The animalistic ears on the demon perked up before the shadow covering him began to melt away. Pure darkness gave way to bright blue as his hair was so long down his back. The fur on the back of his ears was green, however, and his tail matched his hair. His clothes, from what I could see from behind, were black and dark green. His skin was a bit tan, though what I could assume to be markings spiraled up his arms with a few more stripes over his hips that were also black and green.

"~Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name~" The demon lowly sang while turning his head to look at me with an evil grin. His eyes were pools of black with his irises a bright blue. There were green markings under his eyes, and his horns were black.

"Wynter? Wynter?!" Gary sounded frantic since he could hear the demon over the phone. If I wasn't so terrified by the fact the demon now had my name, I would have been floored by how attractive he was.

"Hello, Wynter." He purred, and it sent a shiver up my spine before he hung up on Gary.

#Feral Possession #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach #bleach fanfic #oc x canon #nonbinary character #demon/exorcist au #orange #minors dni #Wolf does fanfic

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m3kuroshirt · 3 years

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GrimmIchi Prompt: popsicle

Prompt number 11 from August Prompt List by creativepromptsforwriting

Words: 1100

Warnings: none

Grimmjow poked at the white wrapped object. Cold seeped out through the wrapper. He narrowed his eyes at it and glanced around at everyone else. Is this a trap?He wondered. All different scenarios of freezing from the inside out filled his head. But as he looked around, everyone was eating their own…popsicle – that’s what they’d called it, he was sure of it. And no one was having any side effects. Furthermore, it wasn’t Kisuke who had gone out and bought the frozen treats; it was Kurosaki. Probably the one person Grimmjow could trust to not play dirty.

Grimmjow twisted his mouth in a resigned grimace as he opened the wrapper. The popsicle he pulled out was a bright orange, and Grimmjow wondered if it was really a coincidence that he’d been handed this one. Especially since Kurosaki’s was blue. He gave it a hesitant lick.

The first thing he noticed was cold. Cold enough he didn’t taste anything at first. But then. Then, it was sweet, with a slight tang, like an orange with a bit of sugar added. And he found himself likening it to Kurosaki; his personality, tangy and fun when they fought, but sweet and kind outside of the arena. The arrancar stopped licking the popsicle and blinked rapidly, trying to dispel those thoughts from his mind. Since when do I care if he’s sweet and kind?

Grimmjow shook his head. I don’t. I don’t care about anything but the fight, the blood lust. That’s all I want. I want a worthy opponent. That’s all.

The rapid movement caused his popsicle to drip, and due to its position, the sweet juice fell right onto Grimmjow’s collarbone. He jolted at the cold, causing more juice to drip. “Ah. Shit,” he grumbled, looking for somewhere to put the popsicle down where it wouldn’t cause more mess so he could clean himself up before anything got on his pristine white tank top.

“Ah, careful,” a soft, warm, low voice stated. Grimmjow found himself facing the exact man that caused this entire mess. Ichigo was in front of him, standing. Grimmjow was sitting. He wasn’t sure he liked the height difference this caused. But he didn’t have too long to think about it, because his brain short-circuited at Kurosaki’s next move. The orange-haired young man reached down, seemingly without thinking, and swept his finger over Grimmjow’s skin, right where the spilled popsicle was. He applied just enough pressure to rub away the juice, transferring most of it to his finger. Then he licked the orange popsicle juice off his finger. And oh. Oh. Ok then. Grimmjow’s gigai’s heart decided to throw itself into overdrive and he felt his cheeks heating up like the elements on the stove top. He couldn’t find words. And even if he could, they would be no use. His throat was completely dry. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Trapped, he wondered absently for a second if this was some new kido or some other technique Kurosaki had learned. But the thought left when Kurosaki finally spoke again and broke the spell. “Do you need me to clean your hand for you, too? Or are you gonna eat that popsicle?”

Grimmjow blinked once, twice. Sound filtered back in, he could hear Kurosaki’s other friends laughing and joking in the background, completely unaware of Grimmjow’s internal panic at the moment. How selfish of them. He turned his gaze to his hand holding the popsicle, and saw what Kurosaki meant. The popsicle was melting, juice sliding down the sides and onto Grimmjow’s hand. He grimaced. That was gonna be sticky. Without thinking, he leaned forward and licked the juice off his hand and wrist.

At least, he wasn’t thinking…until he heard a soft catch of breath. That definitely got his attention, and Grimmjow looked up, tongue still outstretched on his hand, eyes finding Kurosaki’s face. And he felt a little sliver of pride that he wasn’t the only one apparently getting flustered. Kurosaki’s cheeks were red, his pupils dilated. Grimmjow pulled back, changing his expression to a grin.

“What? Something wrong?” he teased. Kurosaki looked away, and yeah…Grimmjow could see now why this angle was an advantage. He very much liked the sight of the other man’s throat moving as he swallowed. With a smirk he leaned toward Kurosaki. “What’s wrong, Kurosaki? Cat got your tongue?” Grimmjow was rather proud of being able to use the new phrases he was learning, and it was even better if he could fluster Kurosaki with them...except Kurosaki didn’t get flustered now. It was like the phrase made him determined…serious even. He turned dark brown eyes, swirling with intent…desire…and something more…something warm and fierce and exhilarating.

Kurosaki leaned in toward Grimmjow, so close their faces were inches apart. “No…the cat doesn’t have my tongue. But he could, in a moment,” he murmured, so quiet Grimmjow barely heard him. Though, to be fair, Grimmjow was barely hearing a lot of things right now, with the noise in the background from the others, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, and the blood rushing through his veins. He shifted back, but Ichigo’s hand came up between them, catching Grimmjow by the chin and holding him in place. Grimmjow felt a shiver run down his spine as he stared into those enticing brown eyes.

“…could he?” was all he whispered, knowing Kurosaki knew what he meant. A smile met him and then the smile was on him, warm soft lips gently caressing his own, tasting sweet from the frozen treats they’d just consumed. Grimmjow felt his popsicle slide out of his hand and heard it splat on the floor distantly, but he couldn’t even think about that. He needed his hand at his side now, supporting his weight because damn. Damn. This was making him feel dizzy and intoxicated, more than Kisuke’s sake ever had.

When Ichigo finally pulled away, all the noise was gone. In fact, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Grimmjow steadied himself with his hands, eyes wide and staring up at Ichigo. Ichigo smirked at him, but his eyes were serious and dark with an unfulfilled desire burning in them, promising more. “Come to my house tonight,” was all Ichigo said before straightening up and turning around. He strode out the door without a backward glance.

Grimmjow knew he must have painted quite the odd picture by the stares he was getting, but he couldn’t care less about that now. He was sticky. He was hot. He was flustered.

He was definitely going to see Kurosaki tonight.

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kuronanox · 4 years

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Insecure Love - Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (AU-NSFW)

She was his prisoner and the toxicity surrounding their relationship put a strain on her mental health. No matter how much she wanted to leave him Grimmjow wouldn't allow it.

He got angry and would scream and break objects in the house scaring her to death and she knew he could have easily hurt her if he wanted to.

Sobbing as she hugged herself on her knees she threw her phone across the wall and screamed out of frustration. "I hate you!"

She knew she should have listen to her friends and family years ago when they told her Grimmjow was bad news, but her young and immature mind felt different.

It's been difficult as she had to pay off student loans and provide for the both of them and half the time she didn't know where he was anymore.

They both were intoxicated about each other no matter how bad things got in their relationship no one ever left, but they left scars towards each other.

Grimmjow happened to come home when he heard her yell in the bedroom, he wanted to fix their strained relationship by bringing good news to her for once. He was hired as a personal body guard to one of Japan most wealthiest celebrities.

"I hate him so much." She says picking up her phone and slamming the bathroom door to freshen up for the night.

He was conflicted if he was going to throw a tantrum and get angry or leave it be for the night, but he wanted to fix things so he chose to ignore her statement and pretend he didn't hear nothing.

(Your Name) was paying all the bills for the last few months after Grimmjow got fired from his last job for beating the shit out of someone, the dude had to be hospitalized.

"Hey." He says roughly as she opened the bathroom door surprised to see him home early.

"You're home early?"

"Tch. I live here too."

"Yeah well whose paying the bills right now? At least let me know where you go half the time." She bit back at him and plopped onto the bed leaning on her elbow.

"Don't start this shit right now." He says pulling his shirt off to get ready for a shower.

"Whatever."

That night after hearing the good news of Grimmjow getting a job again they didn't sleep much. There was a lot of cries and moans rather then words of encouragement.

(Your Name) wanted to be a normal couple for once but she was already broken she didn't know how to express her emotions anymore.

As he fell asleep she laid awake besides him under protection of his arms. The negative thoughts crept in her mind.

He was going to be a body guard to rich celebrities and it lower her self esteem.

It wouldn't surprise her if she found him in bed with one of them; after all she's caught him with other women a few times.

She scoffed why were they like this? They acted like children but they were already in their late 20s acting like high school kids in a relationship.

"Can't sleep?" He asks her with his eyes still closed.

"I'm okay."

"Stop I know something is wrong. You didn't even tell me congrats about my new job... you just kissed me and we had sex."

(Your Name) shivered at his touch because he was rubbing her arms lightly as if he was trying to comfort her discomfort. She was a little weird out by his actions the whole night. He was rarely ever gentle.

"I wanna talk about us." She tells him as he sighs and sits up from the bed and picks her up so she was sitting between his legs.

"Go on."

"Well I've been thinking. I'm almost 30 and we've been together since college isn't it childish to keep hurting each other like this?"

"Are you indicating we should break up?!" Grimmjow slightly raises his voice loosing his cool temper for a second.

"That's not what I'm saying... I just have a professional job at the hospital and well you have that job...it's just that what is our future together?"

Grimmjow doesn't say anything but stares at her, he hasn't thought much about the future but he knew she was going to be in his.

"Don't know." He answers bluntly as he could see in her eyes that she was a bit hurt by his answer. "You are my future."

She just shakes her head and moves away from him disappointed that was his answer to her after so many years together.

She was always called in random times at the hospital and Grimmjow was always traveling or not home because of work, but after the night she talked to him about their future together he reconsider everything he had done in the past.

He couldn't lose her as much as he already has. Grimmjow was slowly making things right for them. He started by coming home every night he didn't have to be away and letting her know where he was when he went out.

Grimmjow even made the effort to clean and cook the house when she came home late from the hospital.

"I just feel like the way he is acting now is temporary and we will go back to our old ways." (Your Name) tells Rangiku as they sat for afternoon brunch one day.

"Well, has he ever done any of these things before? Like cook and clean and even letting you know where he is?"

"No not really this is the first time."

Rangiku mixes her drink and takes a sip before speaking.

"Give it time, I think if he's willing to try new things to keep the relationship alive you should trust him a bit more."

"I guess so, it wouldn't be fair not to." (Your Name) agrees and sadly smile down to the table. "I guess I'm always the one doubting us."

"Good morning." Grimmjow says looking down at (Your Name) with a lopsided smile.

"Oh god he's morning voice is so hot."

(Your Name) sits up from bed and rubs her eyes, they were both naked in the covers. She didn't want to leave the warmth that they both radiantly pulled off so she fell back onto him and cuddled some more.

If she remember clearly Grimmjow took her out on a date as they went clubbing to dance for a bit and she got a little bit to lit. Which ended them both in bed for a good time.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asks her as she nodded slowly only remembering a few clips in the back of her head.

She remembered how Grimmjow unforgivingly pounded into her as his thrust were fast and steady. The way his rough hands held her down and explored every part of her body.

Grimmjow pulling her ass in the air and giving both of them a loud smack before abusing her aching pussy drenched from over stimulation. As she cried out telling him not to stop. The way his tongue fucked her as he sucked and gave long stroke on her clit.

She remembered how they hungrily kissed each other as their tongue explored every inch and how he seductively sucked her bottom lip leaving them plumped and bruised.

"I remember a lot actually." She tells him as his face lit up. Which tells her Grimmjow was definitely into last night heated session.

"Good, things have been great between us." He says as she traced his abs and slowly going to his lower abdomen making him shiver a bit.

"Just thinking about last night turned me on again." She admits feeling the dampened underwear she wore.

"Oh? I'm always down for another round."

Sitting between his legs she pulled his under garments away and threw it across the room impatiently. Grabbing his erected member softly she pumped it a few times and kissed the tip of it. He shuttered and groaned because she was going so slow but all he wanted to do was to fuck her pretty little mouth.

"Jeez baby if you keep teasing me I won't forgive you."

"Shh." She tells him and slowly puts her mouth around his member. Bobbing her head she looked up to him with lustful eyes. His mouth parted a bit as she moaned, the vibration added to the pleasure he was getting.

Grabbing her head he thrusted into her mouth gently as he hit the back of her throat.

Holding his thigh for support she pulled away and gave him long teasing licks around his erected member as she stroke and swallowed it whole again hollowing her cheeks as Grimmjow groaned in response.

Feeling herself getting impatient she slipped one hand to massage her aching core.

"Someone is rather impatient today." He says and pulled her up to face him as they joined lips again giving her a passionate lusty kiss.

Moving to her collarbones and to her breast he swirled her nipples like they were lollipops with his mouth sucking on them as he grabbed her ass and gave it a loud smack.

Releasing his mouth he laid her down and crawled on top, before entering himself he kissed her gently and brought one of her legs up trailing it with kisses.

Grimmjow stroked himself a bit before entering slowly into her drench and aching core. She bit her lip and arched her back, they felt whole again.

(Your Name) couldn't describe the feeling but it was pure bliss and heaven as he thrusted into her faster as he brought his hand and rubbed her clit. She moaned in pleasure and brought Grimmjow closer to her as she wrapped her legs around him. His balls hitting her ass as he kissed her drove her on edge as she moaned into his mouth.

Flipping her on all fours he pounded into her holding her hands behind her back she relied on Grimmjow so she wouldn't fall face down.

Grimmjow was started to get sloppy knowing he was going to cum soon, looking at the mirror he could see her face crying in pleasure and the way her breast swinging back and fourth drove him on edge as he groaned lightly.

Letting her hands go as she fell onto the comfy mattress he grabbed her hip and pounded into her unmercifully he breathlessly said "I'm about to cum."

"It's okay you can cum in me." She says as he leaned down and bit her shoulder and shot his hot seeds into her.

A few months pasted by and their relationship couldn't be any better. They hadn't fought in a long time. They were both happy together even though they had opposite schedules from each other they both tried their hardest to make time for each other.

"I'm leaving to America for a week." Grimmjow says to her one night as they ate dinner together on the couch.

"Okay, whatever your work tells you to do. I'm fine with that."

"Good, just letting you know. I've been getting quite the attention recently." He smirks running his hand through his hair.

(Your Name) knew her boyfriend was extremely good looking and that many women wanted him but after getting a job as a personal body guard with the hottest celebrities in Japan it lowered her self esteem. Although she didn't let it get to her because of how happy they were together it still bothered her.

"I know. I didn't think you were going to get that much attention."

Grimmjow shrugs and pulls her onto his lap. "Why you jealous?"

"Fuck no. You're ugly anyways."

He laughs as his phone rang showing a unknown number to her. Raising her eyebrow she gives him a look. "Aren't you going to answer it?"

"Nah just some annoying fan I'm guessing."

Although she wanted to believe Grimmjow she knew it was to good to be true that they were this happy. She knew Grimmjow was still suspicious.

"Okay then."

After taking his leave to America she saw the celebrity he was going with. She was Japan hottest actress at the moment. (Your Name) didn't want to feel down, but she was getting extremely insecure.

The actress was tall and beautiful, with slick black hair and the most expensive outfits that made her look even more high and mighty.

Before Grimmjow left the actress gave (Your Name) a look up and down and smirked entering her private jet.

"Fuck that bitch." (Your Name) said as she watched Grimmjow leave. "He's still mine."

She didn't hear much from Grimmjow that week because of the time difference and he claimed that he was super busy.

Grimmjow was starting to get his own small fan base in japan and it annoyed her because she felt like he was going to forget her slowly for fame.

When he got back from America everything was the same except she fought condoms in his luggage.

Grabbing them from his suit case she threw the whole case at him. "What the fuck Grimmjow? If you wanted to fuck another bitch at least be more secretive about it!" She yelled as he caught it.

"Woah it's not what you think!" He explains to her as she grabbed her own bags and started to pack.

"I can't do this no more, we can't with this relationship anymore. I'm almost 30 and I'm living a life of a newly college student. I want to advance my future! I want to get married and have kids! If I stay with you any longer I won't be able to love myself."

Grimmjow ran his hands through his hair and followed her in the bedroom. "I didn't do anything with her! I bought those in America for us." He tells her as she looked down and sighed.

(Your Name) wanted to believe him but from past experiences she was scared.

"I want to believe you but I'm scared." She tells him. Grimmjow pulls her close to him and makes her look at his face.

"(Your Name) I promise you I didn't do anything. I'm sorry I make you feel so low and insecure. I want to change that. Just because I work for those famous people doesn't mean I don't think you look just as good. You are the most fucking beautiful person I've ever met and been with. I don't want you to leave, I need you."

Wiping the tears from her face she held his face and traced his face with her thumbs.

"It's just hurts, it hurts to much. It hurts to know that you haven't thought about our future together. I can't let go of the past, your actions from before has caused me to be so cautious about everything you do. That isn't healthy!"

She screams at him as he felt his heart hurt from the way she told him her feelings she had been hiding the whole time.

"Please don't leave, I've been making things right for us. Why can't you believe me for once!" He argued back holding her shoulders tightly afraid to let her go.

That night she spend it in his arms crying.

Grimmjow stayed up till she was okay and comforted her.

Every word he told her weren't lies, he really couldn't see anyone else putting up with his shit besides her. He needed her to keep him sane.

"I'm sorry (Your Name)." He kissed her softly on the head as she snored below him fast asleep now.

Stirring in her sleep she held him tighter, his heart soften from this.

Grimmjow was a tough cookie and he was rarely nice, gentle and compassionate. Over the years he developed those traits being with (Your Name). Because of her he had many opportunities that came into his life and she helped him when he was at his lowest even though it hurt her along the way.

Grimmjow was blinded but slowly saw that (Your Name) will always be there for him no matter how much she says she wants to leave him.

He was ready for the future now, he let go of his past self and was working on his personal growth and goals.

Right now the bills are fine, they both have a stable job and their relationship was fixing slowly, he wouldn't have it any other way. Beside no relationship is perfect and he understood that they will always have their ups and down no matter how much they tried.

"Sleep peacefully (Your Name) I'll be here in the morning." Grimmjow says tiredly giving her one last kiss on the temple before drifting off to sleep.

#bleach #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach grimmjow #bleach one shots #bleach x reader #bleach oneshot #bleach imagines #tite kubo #kubo tite

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asukaskerian · 4 years

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montly word count - september

TOTAL : 4 737. the adhd has been particularly "ooh a butterfly" this month. :/

POSTED: nothing!

WIP -Madara/Tobirama/Izuna ABO sequel (3 158 words, which are mostly a third-time rewrite shreds of oldeer writing stitched back together and of which i will discard 299. this fic is *fighting me,* guys.) -Ichigo/Grimmjow/Orihime cuddle drugs fic chapter 4! (1 204 words. gasp.) -Ichigo/Grimmjow/Fraccion ABO fic chapter ...4? (310 words. i know exactly what happens in it except for a SMALL part i can't visualize, which means nothing else gets written until i'm through. aaagh.) -Ichigo/Orihime/Grimmjow/Nelliel suburban swingers OT4 (124 words)

-- Tobirama ABO -- "You know, Madara was quite intrigued by the thought of us sharing a heat!" Each muscle Tobirama had managed to loosen tightened with a little twang. He craned his head, squinting his suspicion. "Is this another example of you misconstruing things as badly as possible to piss people off? "Do I do that?" Tobirama didn't even have to say anything, just throw a side-look. "Haha, no, we just got onto the topic of... Well. My future husbands." The kind way he had said that stung. Not 'our' future husbands, the way the Uzumaki brood had been from the start. Tobirama had been the one to call it off, to immediately write the letter pulling him out of the arrangement. Hearing Hashirama acknowledge it so easily, though... It really was over, wasn't it. They'd all known Tobirama could get found out at any time. They had known, and Tobirama had still let himself get used to the future hinted at in their letters. Meio-hime and Mito-hime were so damned smart, liked asking themselves the same questions about chakra, about seals, about the nature of time, about the universe. There had been so many 'when we're married, let's collaborate on this or that'. Buraki-hime was a rare water-natured Uzumaki. Even the others -- Tobirama hadn't truly disliked a single one of them, and he knew he was no easy man to get along with. It was gone now. A fat lot of good it had done him, telling himself his optimism was of the cautious kind and so it was okay to let himself get attached. At least he'd never met most of them in person. He was mostly losing a possibility. -- GrimmIchiHime cuddle drugs fic -- "Anything else, O lord and master, enslaver of my magnificent plush ass?" "Right now your ass is my ass, so shut up. ... And stop feeling yourself up." "Who said I was feeling myself up," Kon replied, chortling, as if Ichigo didn't know him by now, didn't know he was giving his own derriere a friendly squeeze. 'As a joke'. Uh huh. "I find bruises on there again, you're gonna regret it." Ichigo sighed in the phone. Ugh, he was a chump. "Also, get some hot water bottles. We've got like a dozen in the clinic." "Sir, yes sir. Um, what for?" "The boyfriend has really cold feet," Ichigo replied dryly. "Alright, waiting for you. Don't have too much fun with the body." "Aw, but does it count as too much if I--" Ichigo hung up. When he looked up he looked straight into Ishida's glasses. "The... boyfriend," the asshole repeated delicately. Ichigo flushed a dull red. Inoue was craning her neck to stare at him curiously, and Chad had his eyebrows up. "It's a private joke with Kon, shut up." Everyone's eyebrows went up at once, it was like they'd practiced. Ichigo flushed hotter. "No, seriously, guys, shut up." The comforter lump stirred. Ichigo stalked back to it and caught the nearest -- that was probably a shoulder, ok, good -- and gave it a firm, businessline squeeze to derail their guest before he could wake enough to join in on the nope session. -- Ichig/Grimm/fraccion ABO -- Somewhere deep inside Grimmjow actually felt like they were safe here, didn't he. Somewhere past the logical "of course they'll try shit, the best we can get is an ally to deter them for a while and maybe cause a distraction while we escape again and that's actually pretty good" he had actually put in some faith that nothing could touch them at Kurosaki's. He let his guard down so far that pulling it back up leaves him reeling, lagging with unexpected betrayal. Like it's not fair, like they're cheating, but what the fuck did he expect. He scans the shinigami he can see, lightning-quick noting down hesitating faces, backfooted stances, shaking hands amidst the crowd. Some of them regret being there. Good. They're gonna regret it worse in a minute. Nakeem and Edrad can force their way out targeting those, if their heats don't slow them down too much. Di Roy could, but won't, already snarling. Shawlong and Yylfordt are gonna sell their lives dearly to anyone who gets to them, but they're fucked. Yylfordt especially. Two broken legs. He's good as gone. They're good as gone. Grimmjow's gonna kill as many of the shinigami as he can.

#teaser

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despairforme · 4 years

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[ Do you ever dream about Grimmjow? Or think about where you'd be if you actually went with him? (teen au 8)) ]

Just the NAME made Nnoitra’s heart stop. It locked up in his chest, which now felt five or six sizes too small for his lungs. It hurt. Sweat was already covering his body, making his skin catch the light in an unnatural way. Hand rose to his forehead, bony fingers with torn knuckles trembling like he was freezing. His throat felt dry, while at the same time, spit was quickly gathering as the need to throw up arrived like a punch to the gut. He— What? Did someone KNOW about what had happened? No. No way. Those questions.. They were just his own mind playing tricks on him. It was Five months, two weeks and three days since THAT DAY. Nnoitra was shit at math, and even shittier at remembering stuff, and as much as he wanted to forget, that date was sown into his memory. Like a surgical scar on his brain. Nnoitra was never going to forget. The panic attacks were less frequent now. He wouldn’t instantly get triggered by seeing sharp objects, or bright blue colors. He could hear a cat mew without immediately thinking about him. The nightmares however… They were just as bad as ever. Every SINGLE night, Nnoitra would be back in that pawn shop. Back in the dusty, gloomy room.

Narrow eyes were closed. Squeezed shut like that would help. Orange, red and yellow stars shot across Nnoitra’s vision as he kept his eyes shut tightly. Don’t picture it. Don’t picture it. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. Nnoitra was breathing between thin parted lips now. The next moment he was clenching his jaw until a gnawing sound could be heard from his big teeth. ❝ I— ❞ Pathetically, Nnoitra attempted to SAY something, in a futile hope that speaking would take his mind off the images that it was trying to play before his closed eyes.

Did he ever dream about him? Every night. Every single night. Often, the dreams would begin with a peaceful scene. Like Valentine’s, when Nnoitra had woken up to him rubbing a rose in his face. Or when he was handed a chocolate bar. Or when Nnoitra gave him nicotine patches. Yeah, those scenes were only the build up. Every road led to that scene. Before he knew it, he would step into the pawn shop. Breathe in the dust and the scent of rust. And then— Then—

❝ I don’t—! ❞ Nnoitra SNAPPED to himself, refusing to admit reality. He knew he had NO right to complain, and that he deserved every shitty moment he lived through ( well, he didn’t deserve to live, but neither could he end things ). Since he knew he shouldn’t complain, Nnoitra didn’t. He didn’t bitch about how he was barely getting by. He had recently gotten a job at a fast-food joint, and was living off sneaking french fries when nobody was looking. They pay was just enough to cover the rent of the smallest apartment he could find. It was just two rooms. A bedroom and a bathroom. All he had was a mattress, and he slept under his hoodie. He had gotten accepted into the local high school after some paperwork. Nnoitra had faked his mother’s signature, and told everyone that she was too sick to come to any meetings. Thankfully, he hadn’t gotten too much trouble with that. However, between school, his job and hardly sleeping… He was not doing too good, health-wise. He had dropped in weight again, and eating a bunch of french fries really didn’t seem to be working. But he… Didn’t give a shit. It didn’t matter. It REALLY fucking didn’t. The thought that he was supposed to make the most out of his life was a hard one to follow. It was WHY he had gone back to school. He figured getting an education was a step in the right direction to not waste his life, which had been bought at such a high price.

Did he think about what would’ve happened if he had gone with him? Yeah. He thought about that a LOT, even if he tried not to. He would forever remember the hand that reached out for him. For him to take. And him saying - I GOT YA, MAN, I GOT YA. Thinking back made him sick. He should’ve gone with him. He SHOULD HAVE! They should’ve ran away together. So what if they hadn’t made it? So what if they had been caught? Nnoitra knew now that he would’ve MUCH rather died like that, next to him, instead of buying his life the way he had. The word ‘ regret ‘ didn’t even come close.

He could never be forgiven for what he had done, Nnoitra knew that. What was his life worth, when he had to live it with all these feelings? They were eating him up and he couldn’t take it. He tried to push them aside. Tried to bury himself in work and he tried to do well at school. He was so tired that he could hardly function, but wasn’t that a good thing? Maybe one day he would be so tired that he would fall into a dreamless sleep. Maybe. He was thinking of adding even more activity to his life, with trying out for the school’s basketball team. A big part of him thought it was selfish of him to try to forget. A part of him— WANTED to be haunted by those nightmares. Not just because he wanted to see HIM, but because he knew he deserved to suffer. There was no pain in the world that could happen to him that could make up for what he had done, so the MORE he hurt, the better. This was why he got into so many fights. It was why his knuckles were torn, and his ribs were bruised.

If he had gone with him back then - like he had said he would… Then he probably would’ve been dead right now. Honestly? There was NOTHING he wanted more than that. He would walk across the road without looking on his way to school. He knew it was selfish considering the price his life had been bought with. He knew that. It wasn’t like he was TRYING to have a car hit him, but— IF if did, the world would definitely be a better place. Nnoitra couldn’t see a way out of the state he was in. The only positive thing he could see was the fact that he didn’t have so many panic attacks anymore. It made him feel weak and pathetic, to know that seeing a blade could send him into cold sweats and make him hyperventilate like a madman. The weakness was yet another thing that caused him to be absolutely disgusted with himself. He was truly a lowly worthless human. IF he could even be considered a human being after what he had done. Nnoitra didn’t want to be weak - so he fought harder. Against as many assholes as he could. If they out numbered him and got in several good hits on him, then all the better. He was a mess.

When were things going to get better? And — Did he want them to get better? Would he LET them get better, if an opportunity showed itself?

He took a few deep breaths. His shirt was sticking to his ugly, skinny frame. He only had one other t-shirt which wasn’t clean either. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the dampness of his palm. His hair would get greasy if he didn’t wash it today. And he HAD to wash it if he was going to go to work - which he HAD to do if he was going to pay rent. Nnoitra’s hand fell from his head and onto his collar bone. His index finger scratched at it, awkwardly like he wanted to pull the bone out. He cracked his knuckles and took yet another breath. Okay, he was calming down. What the HELL was all of that? It had been a while since he had randomly gotten thrown into such a state. What had triggered it? He looked around, but couldn’t see anything specific. No cats. No blue sky - it was covered in heavy clouds. Shaking his head like a wet dog, Nnoitra swallowed and declared himself finished with his little ‘ episode ‘. Pathetic. He had to get stronger.

#grimmjxw #[ h a ha ............ ha h a h aha ]#[ 8))))))))))))) WHY HELLO LEXIE ]#[ DID SOMEONE ORDER SOME ANGST? HERE WE GO ]#[ and yeah if someone who is not familiar with nnoitra's story thinks he seems ooc ]#[ please consider he's a HUMAN 16 year old kid who had to kill his best friend ]#[ AND HE DID IT WITH A SWORD ]#[ he has no idea grimmjow is alive ]#[ so yeah he has panic attacks and YEAH he feels guilty ]#[ forever not gonna change this ]#[ even if nnoitra in main verse now has recovered pretty well from this ]#[ but yeah teen nnoitra? a mess ]#[ big mess ]#[ when he starts playing basketball is when he properly begins his recovery ]#[ anyways! ]#[ thank you for sending this ask lexie 8))))) it was great ]#[ love me some angst ]#[ need to write more for this part of his life ]#[ i've hardly explored it ]#ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ;; ic.#ᵇᵘʳᶰ 'ᵈᵃ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ;; verse.#ᶤ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ;; au.12.#ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ' ˢʰᶤᵗ ;; answers.#deathwish //#suicide mention //#murder mention //#self harm mention //#weightloss mention //#attempted suicide mention //

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ask-grimmjow-jaegerjaques · 6 years

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Hey Lord Grimmjow, I've seen you in some pretty cool threads on this blog, where do you shop?

Uryu: “Okay…. Grimmjow, was it? Mr. Urahara lent us some money for this spree, so let’s start by getting you some new clothes. You already have a pretty good figure and a complexion that works with a lot of colors, so this shouldn’t be hard. I plan on experimenting with a few avant-garde ideas on you. Time to try some stuff out!”Grimmjow: “…You know, Kisuke could have just killed me back in the war instead of this shit….”

Uryu: “This one fits you pretty well. Shows off your personality and suits you. Buuut…. a little too predictable.”Neliel: “HAHAH. You look like a rejected boy band member.”Grimmjow: “I’m not afraid to throw a Gran Rey Cero in the middle of this fucking mall, Nel.”

Uryu: “YES! There we go, we’re starting to find themes that work with you! I think the fur-collar frames your shoulders well, and the green is surprisingly a good color on you.”Grimmjow: “…You know what, four eyes?? I think you’re onto something. THIS I like.”Neliel: “Er, actually Ishida… this makes him look kinda rough. Remember, Mr. Urahara wants something that looks… approachable!”Uryu: “Of course, my mistake. Let’s get risky for a second, go off the beaten path…”

Neliel: “Oh, WOW, Grimmjow. This outfits makes me almost want to tolerate you!”Grimmjow: “Har-hee-fuckin-har. Now can I take this one off? Its hard to move in and I don’t like wearing this thing on my head. It better not mess up my hair.”Uryu: “Dammit. I thought this one for sure. Hmm… OH! Miss Neliel, I have a fantastic idea!”

Neliel: “Wow wow WOW! This one is perfect, Ishida! Goodness, you can hardly tell what an asshole he is! Mr. Urahara is going to love this, and so will the customers!”Uryu: “Heheh. What can I say? Glasses improve any look. There’s a magic to them.”Grimmjow: “I will sooner tear this off my body and walk around town naked than wear this fucking trash.”Uryu: “OH COME ON– You know what? I haven’t been going avant-garde enough on you, Grimmjow. Let’s go back to the clearance rack, I think this final outfit might FINALLY sell you.”

Grimmjow: “….”Uryu: “YES! THIS is the one! It looks amazing on you and it fits you better than the others!”Neliel: “Whoooa…. it’s definitely you, Grimmjow. I mean… I’m not fan, but Mr. Urahara will approve!”Grimmjow: “…Good. I like this one. This is the outfit we’re getting. Now let’s GO.”Neliel and Uryu: “NO, we’re getting some of the OTHER outfits, too!!”

“I don’t really have a specific place.... sadly it’s wherever Nel and the Quincy drag me to. I hate being a dress-up doll, though.”

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the-brevity-of-our-words · 6 years

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Scrapped Brevity Thoughts: Post 3

The notorious only for me chapter thirty-three, Stay Cool, was a chapter I was thrilled to write, but had zero thoughts on how to execute it properly. The core of that chapter is for Grimmjow to experience stress and anxiety toward what he and Ichigo did in the chapter before (if you don’t remember, it was dirty shit) and for Uryū to see evidence of their relationship developing. I knew I wanted Uryū to give him somewhat of a pep talk but still keep his snarky attitude and for Grimmjow to do the same, but at least bond in a small way. I went through a alot of different ideas before I settled on the one that was posted on AO3. The first plan made the situation far too tense and it could only lead to bickering and throwing punches, not a conversation. The second had them bonding...a bit too well. There was a lot of flirting, especially on Grimmjow’s end, and I had to get rid of it because not only did it not fit the characters but it’s a grimmichi fic, not grimmichiishi. The third idea I actually wrote most of but cut it due to the irrelevance, but lucky for all of us I kept it. I didn’t have the heart to get rid of something so cute—Grimmjow reacting to a kid.

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The Arrancar lifted a single brow.

“What?” he demanded, but without any actual bite to his words.

A massive grin engulfed the child’s round face as his little finger pointed at him excitedly. “Your hair’s pretty!” he crowed.

His eyebrows vanished into his hairline.

“Can I touch it? Please!” the boy asked, his big eyes wide and sparkling while he practically vibrated in place. He feared that saying no would make the kid implode.

“If I let you touch my hair will you scram?” Grimmjow asked, already knowing the answer.

The boy’s head nodded so quickly he was shocked it didn’t fly off. With a defeated sigh Grimmjow slipped down onto one knee with his hands bracing his thighs.

“Pull and I’m gonna bite your fingers off,” Grimmjow warned, but the threat was flat and lacked venom. Hell, the kid even giggled at his words.

The boy’s fingers patted the top of his head at first, taking immense enjoyment out of how springy the locks were, then allowed Grimmjow’s bangs to slide between his fingers. Something about this felt familiar. He felt like he had seen that smile before—or at least one like it. His hands, too. It struck a cord inside the Arrancar, causing strange feelings to twist uncomfortably in the Gigai’s chest.

Before the boy could touch his hair once more he pulled away and stood up, jerking his chin towards the kids mother. “Get outta here. Stop running off. You’ll scare the shit out of your mother,” Grimmjow said sternly.

The boy pouted but did as told, returning to his mother’s side after waving goodbye at the Arrancar.

Grimmjow stuck out his tongue in return, but stopped when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He glanced back at the Quincy, finding the man openly ogling at him with his mouth gaping.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Nothing. I just...I didn’t expect you to be so civilized. I expected you to scare the kid and make him run screaming,” Uryū replied honestly.

Grimmjow scoffed and pulled the shopping list from his pocket to avoid the man’s gaze. “If I upset the brat I would’ve been kicked out before I could get the stuff I need. Besides, he was just curious. Picking a fight with a child would be beneath me.”

“Okay...but Orihime told me how you treated Ms. Neliel when she was a child,” Uryū countered

He cast the Quincy a deadpan stare. “That human is three years old. Neliel is hundreds—possibly thousands years old. Hollow children aren’t the same as yours. Also, I was tense and in a bad mood. Of course I got snippy. She kept screaming,” he replied with a snort.

“You get tense?”

Blue eyes bored into neon pink packaging, but he wasn’t seeing the needlessly cheerful mascot encouraging him to buy their product. Instead he saw Ichigo laying broken on white sand. A hole torn through his chest and his bright brown eyes turned dull, dark, and dead. With a shake of his head the image was pushed away as he forced himself to concentrate on the list. There was a faint trace of Kurosaki’s spiritual pressure wafting from the crumpled sheet of paper and it eased and comforted his frayed nerves. The Arrancar hadn’t even realized that he was starting to shut down.

“I don’t like it when people take my stuff,” Grimmjow muttered, his thumb brushing over a thick splotch of ink that stained his skin and carried the boy’s scent.

Another moment passed, but it wasn’t nearly as long as the others, thanks to the Quincy.

“Do you need help shopping? You looked pretty aggravated when you tried on your own. And I know which brands Ichigo prefers,” Uryū offered.

Getting a handjob from a his mortal enemy and getting a

The text ends there, but I’m sure I was going to write “hand from a Quincy.” And after that a line about how weird and ironic Grimmjow’s life had become.

#grimmichi #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #scrapped brevity thoughts #my post #long post

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fractempyreal · 6 years

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A very------- VERY belated thingie for Grimmjow’s B-Day @destructivour

MUSIC LILTS THROUGHOUT THE ROOM , the whimsical nature of the flutes & clarinets , the CRESCENDO OF THE BRASS ---------------- music typically heard within the walls of the mansion . Fingers lightly rifle through old crinkled pages , separating them , READING OVER SOME , with the obvious presence of the arrancar pushed aside for the time being . Grimmjow was acknowledged only by the piercing eyes of the Devil before they skate back over the pages set out before him .

THIS IS NEW SIGHT FOR THE BOTH OF THEM , to imagine the blue devil stealing away into the brightly lit château , passing through the chatter of crowds with their blighted hands ( HUMANS , SILVER & GOLD ADORNING EVERY INCH OF THEIR SKIN , THEIR GREED ; THEIR LASCIVIOUSNESS PALPABLE ; SUFFOCATING ) & into the library . What Vergil wouldn’t have expected , was to discover Grimmjow had also followed him here . Now the only surprise at this shown in light of this is the mere incline of head ( FEATURES EVERMORE IMPASSIVE ) , single digit pressing against the crinkled page before him before lifting it with a reserved sigh , folding it between his fingers & tucking it away within the inner pocket of his coat ( CONTENTS KEPT HIDDEN FROM PRYING EYES ) . He seems to grapple with what should be said , promptly planting a palm to the dark surface of his desk as tall form BEGINS TO LEAN FORWARD , piercing gaze directed at Grimmjow .

❛ Here to BORE YOURSELF TO TEARS as I conduct some midnight researching , I assume ? ❜ He asks with arched brow , Yamato sweeping upwards within its scabbard as he places it atop the desk he was at .

❛ Didn’t know research would lead ya to these fancy parties . ❜ A snide remark , accented by the CURL OF HIS LIP , the deep crinkles above Grimmjow’s nose forming as thumb hooks into the hem of his pants . Part of him wonders what it was that Vergil had slipped away , unfortunately it doesn’t seem that he’s allowed the time to even ASK HIM what he slipped from his sight [ HE’D PRY ABOUT IT LATER ] .

PALE BLUE OF EYES DISAPPEAR BEHIND LIDS , the Darkslayer releasing a low scoff . ❛ Similar as to this predicament that you have now found yourself in , having followed me here . The hosts here are not known for being all too gracious towards UNINVITED GUESTS . ❜ He who held his own invitation , had merely resorted to undertaking a few more ----------- duties while there ( NOT THAT THE PATRONS WERE PRIVY TO SUCH ) . Fingers tap consecutively atop the hardwood desk , pushing himself off of it & folding his arms across his chest as PIERCING GAZE RESTS ON GRIMMJOW . What to do , what to do --------------

A NONCHALANT SHRUG IN RESPONSE , a usual characteristic of the arrancar that brings slight twitch to slender brow & distasteful TWIST TO HIS LIPS . Of course the feckless act could evidently land them into a SEA OF TROUBLE SHOULD HE BE FOUND . It’s almost enviable , how careless he could be .

❛ I jus’ wanted to come see ya . Saw you coming in here & thought it wouldn’t hurt to join ya . ❜ Azure eyes skate away to linger among the rows of bookshelves in an attempt to avoid the uncomfortably piercing gaze that Vergil fixes on him .

‘ TO SEE HIM ’ . What kind of explanation is that ?

WHATEVER THOUGHT FORMULATES , IT MELTS AWAY JUST AS QUICKLY ; carried by the SYMPHONIES FROM THE OTHER ROOM , carried away within the chords & soft wail of a violin . ❛ You bumbling oaf . Consider yourself lucky that you weren’t CAUGHT . ❜ Insult comes quickly , CRACKING LIKE A WHIP as marblesque features DARKEN CONSIDERABLY , eyes narrowing dangerously with arms unfolding to fall back at his sides , fingers twitching with shake of his head . ❛ This is no place for someone the likes of you . You don’t belong here . ❜ He speaks the words as if they are some GRAVE AFFRONT that he’s faced with , the need to clean up whatever mess the other might make within the walls of the château --------------- yet the blistering cold edge tapers off , icy gaze watching as Grimmjow makes to throw some BITING RETORT AT HIM , before the words catch in his throat at the phantom smirk that plays on the corners of the Darkslayer’s lips . Already the night grows more interesting with the indescribable glow in those glacial eyes , thoughts coursing through mind where they would find themselves SPILLING INTO TENSE AIR between them .

❛ Not to mention that you are considerably UNDER - DRESSED for this event . ❜ Eyes sweeping down to the pages he had spread out , he quickly pulls them into a neat pile AS IF THEY HAD NEVER BEEN DISTURBED .

❛ What’s that supposed to mean ? I ain’t wearing all that stuffy shit you call clothes . ❜ A BESTIAL SNORT OF INDIGNATION-------------- He never seemed to miss a beat on criticizing high - end fashion . A learned sense of fashion , held in high esteem among the upper - class , & yet Grimmjow always SCOFFED at the ideology of the rich ( HE NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND IT , DID HE ? ) . Vergil throws him a pointed look as gloved fingers TAP SOLIDLY AGAINST YAMATO’S SCABBARD which still sits silently atop the desk .

❛ I don’t deem it necessary to waste my time with FRIVOLOUS EXPLANATIONS . ❜ No , of course he wouldn’t . ❛ It should be of no surprise to you that I wouldn’t bother with bringing you along , I doubt you even know how to dance . ❜

❛ You don’t know that . You’ve never even fuckin’ asked me if I did . ❜ Defensive tone is enough to earn ARCHED BROW from the Devil , steadily watching Grimmjow before stepping around the desk ( LEAVING BEHIND WEAPON BELOVÉD ) & APPROACHING HIM SLOWLY . Each step of his is deliberate , meeting the fiery intensity in cobalt blue with the heart - stopping freezing depths of his own . He stops , a mere foot away from him as broad form begins to teeter forward , DESIRING TO ELICIT A REACTION FROM THE OTHER FROM MERE CLOSENESS .

HE HEARS THE EXCITED CHATTER FROM ANOTHER ROOM ; hears the clapping that rises from silence that had once befallen once orchestra ended one song , NOW PREPARING FOR THE NEXT .

❛ Then prove it to me . ❜

TRULY A PRICELESS SIGHT TO BEHOLD , the slack - jaw expression that loosens the scowling muscles of the pantera , leaving him to stare at Vergil as if he had gone absolutely MAD . Yet the look that he is given in return SPEAKS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE as hand slowly extends for the man to take ( APPARENT IT WOULD BE TO GRIMMJOW THAT THERE WOULD BE NO BACKING DOWN ) . Taking the hand stained BRILLIANT CRIMSON & GOLD , calloused fingers take to curling around the hand of beast to draw closer . Let not fear weigh heavy upon the shoulders of the DAMNED , for the world is allowed to slip away in the moment that arm wraps around muscular form , palm pressing against the plane of shoulder - blade . Already the SCOWL MARRING FEATURES is enough to declare true thoughts about the position that had been taken up by the Devil , conflict sure to develop within coming moments of WHIMSICAL MUSIC , but for now he settles .

MUSIC CARRIES THEIR STEPS , the lead taken up by the one that had proffered hand before their little DANCE , pressing the other closer to him as they’re taken out into the middle of the empty library . WHERE MUSIC TO ANY OTHER WOULD HAVE BEEN MUFFLED , it remains clear to their ears even through the walls of the building . They follow along the lines of WHIMSICALITY , sweeping across the room with every crescendo & decrescendo of orchestra . Indeed , Vergil finds himself IMPRESSED by the fact that claim holds true ( TO THINK THAT GRIMMJOW TRULY COULD DANCE ) , yet takes utmost care to keep that surprise from bleeding onto features . It’s the shift in tempo that sparks amusement , where lead once held by the Darkslayer , is undermined by ARROGANCE . A silent challenge accepted with that phantom smirk that begins to creep along pale lips of his with the tightening grip on calloused hand ( & WOULD ONLY RELEASE AT FINAL NOTES OF SONG ) .

❛ Must you always be this cocky ? ❜ A low hiss against the shell of his ear despire corner of lip twisting into some form of TAUNTING SMIRK .

❛ Just thinking you might quit & let me take the lead . ❜

❛ Now you’re just getting ahead of yourself . ❜ Low growl of words , natural turn of the waltz CHANGED UP with a reverse turn to take back the lead from the arrancar . Thus the battle for leadership in the waltz ensues as EACH & EVERY TEMPO CHANGE leads to rising need to pry control from IRON GRIP from one predator to the other. A violent push & pull , A BEAUTIFUL STORM UPON OPEN SEA , THREATENING TO DEVOUR ITSELF WITHIN THUNDERING CLASHES . It’s unlike anything anyone would have ever seen , to see them resort to methods, unorthodox . Booted feet landing on plush cushioning of seats as they lift one another , LANDING SOUNDLESSLY ONTO WOODEN TABLETOPS in graceful spins ( DANCING NEAR PRECARIOUS EDGES OF DESKS ) . There is no beat missed , no step made to falter as they rise & fall in height between desks & chairs with the rise & falls of haunting composition . Breaths mingle , faces brought close together in moments where CLINGING TIGHTLY TO ONE ANOTHER was the only method to maintain the increasing speed .

HIS TOUCH IS SEARING , pressing firmly against Grimmjow’s back through his clothes , A SLIGHT STING OF ELECTRICITY to encourage & press onward with the swirls of notes that carry their steps ( YET THEY’VE LOST THEMSELVES TO ANOTHER WORLD WITHIN EACH OTHERS EYES ) . The battle for control slowly ebbs , devolving into a natural trade - off of power between one ungodly hand to the other . Their breaths fail to be labored as they step down to chair , to ground in time to the dwindling strings & final bridge leading to the Coda .

SLOWLY ; SLOWLY THE THEY DRIFT TO A STOP , but not without picture - perfect DIP , arm of the Devil supporting majority of the weight incurred by the graceful descent on partner’s side as the final notes TWINKLE IN OTHERWISE SILENT AIR . The walls seem to lean in in the hanging suspense , eagerly awaiting for something LIFE - CHANGING to take place . Distant sounds of crowd in the château blocked out to focus only on the SLOW STEADY BREATHS that they share in tandem with one another . Soft pink tongue wetting lips of the man supported by the Devil , usual haughtiness having faded in favor for something more SUBDUED .

❛ ------------------------ good enough for ya ? ❜

UNEXPECTED INDEED ; EXPERTISE MATCHED BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER . It seems that Vergil had underestimated him , & perhaps for the first time since their meeting , HE HAD BEEN RENDERED SPEECHLESS . Winterbourne gaze locks steadily with that of azure seas , the look within them entirely indiscernible save for a mirroring of reflective light that glimmers beneath icy surface as the devil gradually lowers his face until lips BARELY TOUCH graze lips of the pantera & breaths mingle with the thrumming of heart within his chest ( IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE ARRANCAR NOT TO HEAR IT ) . Lips crack open as if to SPEAK-----------------

BEFORE HE HEARS SOMETHING .

A SUBTLE SOUND MUFFLED BY WALLS , but enough to alert the Devil of the interruption to take place in the next coming moments . There’s no hesitation as firm hold suddenly RELENTS & his image FLICKERS FROM SIGHT , leaving nothing to maintain Grimmjow in mid - suspension as Vergil reappears behind the desk he had been at before their little waltz . Fingers encircle about scabbard of his weapon as he takes up Yamato in one fluid movement while Grimmjow GRACELESSLY CRASHES TO THE GROUND , the door to the library cracking open with a couple stumbling through , giggling & clinging to one another ( CERTAIN ACTS DESIRING TO BE COMMITTED BEHIND CLOSED DOORS ) before stopping cold , eyes darting between the silver - haired man standing behind the desk & the one sprawled on the ground already vulgarly exclaiming at the standing individual . Realizing that they’ve walked in on a rather HEATED CONVERSATION , they quickly usher themselves out before getting caught up in the undesirable crossfire .

❛ What the fuck was that for ? ❜

❛ There were people coming . ❜

❛ Yeah , so ? Doesn’t mean you had to drop me . ❜

A shrug . ❛ It was the easiest course of action . ❜ A LIE .

❛ Fuck you . ❜ He’s already on his feet by this point , his scowl deepening at Vergil , who had taken to straightening his necktie ( COMPLETELY UNPERTURBED BY THE TURN OF EVENTS ) . Yet even with no words of acknowledgement , the aggravation that Grimmjow felt was more than prevalent & something about it gives Vergil pause in the form of directing his gaze to the WOUNDED man with a low ‘ Hmph ’ . TWO HUNTERS FACE TO FACE ( WHO WOULD DEVOUR WHO ? ) , one unprovoked while other BARES TEETH , albeit it lasts no longer than a few seconds .

ANOTHER FLICKER OF IMAGE ; APPEARING BEFORE HIM . No trick of lights , no smoke & mirrors despite the ripple of SHATTERED DIMENSIONS around his body only to repair itself in cloaks of shadows draping around Vergil once he reappears before the arrancar . Every inch of him , entirely tangible & within the reach of calloused fingertips SHOULD HE DESIRE TO TOUCH . He can hear the softest hitch in his breath , the anger that threatens to boil to the surface , FORCED DOWN , as he scowls up at the Devil . He’s met with nothing more than a cool stare in return , a phantom touch upon his uncovered cheek as silver crown dips forward ( GHOSTLY KISS PRESSING TO LIPS ) & the curl at the corner of his mouth at how anger subsides at closeness between them , replaced now by low GROAN from the arrancar , BROWS MARRYING UPON HIS FOREHEAD AT THE TOUCH .

❛ Is that not what has proven to be at the forefront of your mind recently ? Regardless ---------------------- you’ve proved to be an adept dance partner . ❜ Voice falls to a softer volume along with lids sinking halfway over his eyes , fingertips TRACING PURPOSEFULLY until falling away & turning aside , still casting a sidelong glance towards the other . There’s a flicker of movement behind the icy surface of his eyes as he looks at Grimmjow [ A MOMENT OF SOFTNESS ? WARMTH ? NO , IT MUST HAVE BEEN A TRICK OF THE LIGHT ] , disappearing as suddenly as it had come when head inclines , LOW , SONOROUS VOICE effectively disturbing the veil of silence . ❛ Let us retire from this place , Neither you , nor I have reason to linger here when I have already found what I initially came here came here for . ❜

Willing to lead Grimmjow out the front doors , he departs from the room with Grimmjow by his side. WHILE THEY HAD DISCOVERED WHAT THEY WERE SEARCHING FOR , it seems now that the both of them were walking away from the festivities , having found more than they bargained for on this celebratory night .

#destructivour #VerJow tag tbd;#drabble tag tbd;#long post //#FHUHFUSHFODFIJ I'VE FINALLY DONE IT. . . I used some elements of what we talked about between them a nD I' M . . .#OFC VERGIL DOESN'T KNOW IT'S HIS B-DAY SO THERE'S NO OFFICIAL HAPPY B-DAY. . .#so it just all happens on Grimm's B-day anyways and I H Ope you li ke it aaaAAAAAAAAAAA #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO YOUR FURRY SON OKAY. . .#I love u Jarv and I love these two so. . . . so much ok a y oisdjfoji they're so good and this is the content that I thirst for all too ofte #me. . . weeping actual tears rn hhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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NIIVOSUS

Gravitas snarled at Grimmjow, baring some of his teeth. He took an aggressive step towards him, a hand striking out and fisting in the cloth of the Arrancar's jacket. "You find pleasure in battling him? You pass insult onto me by treating that fool as a true rival, adversary. You have been given a superior option and you still desire something lesser?"

REGIAPARDUS

Grimmjow's expression was almost uncaring as he was manhandled, although the way his lip curled betrayed his anger toward the beastformer. "I wouldn't expect you to understand someone you've never fought. You don't know the way he looks at me when we fight or the way he changes each time."

NIIVOSUS

Gravitas' fist tightened, the white fabric straining audibly. This talk began to awaken the monstrosity that was the young conqueror's rage, blistering heat surging throughout the systems of his hibernating form. It arced across the space linking his consciousness to his projected holo-avatar until the negligible aura that it had been producing began to swell with intensity; crackling and biting at the Arrancar with heated static. "My mere existence should be evidence to you, soul-eater, that there is a vast, limitless unknown reality that you have yet to explore.. yet you decide to settle for the small and insignificant things that you do know. He is not as special as you insist him to be. I could show you an entire new realm with enemies that would surpass him ten-fold!"

REGIAPARDUS

Perhaps foolishly, Grimmjow moved his arm in an attempt to knock the hand holding his jacket away, and felt the static crackling over his thick skin. A perplexed expression passed over his face before he withdrew his arm and took a slight step back; this was certainly unknown territory for him. He didn’t pretend to understand how the beastformer’s disguise worked – he only knew that it was different to the gigai worn by the shinigami – and would much rather not risk injury right now. “You still don’t understand,” he snapped, cyan aura of spiritual pressure now surrounding him and distorting the air around them. “It was personal between Kurosaki and me. He was fun.” An unspoken confession of ‘it’s personal between you and I; you’re fun’ hung between those words. “I don’t see why I should give a shit about people I’ve never met unless I can eat them.”

NIIVOSUS

It was unfortunate that the underlying confession was incapable of reaching through to the mechanoid, his blackening rage consuming his mind. Cold, caressing whispers of an ancient evil only fueled his internal inferno as it skillfully warped Grimmjow's words to mean that he was the lesser being to this other rival of the Arrancar's – that he was uninteresting, and that the fantastically violent chemistry shared between them was not 'fun'; that the man truly meant it when he declared that he had not "earned" a place of respect with him as the other rival apparently had. The faux human's expression was drawn into an unpleasant, threatening shadow of something untamed; feral. There was a spiteful thought that flitted through his mind – a want to tear open a hole in the space-time continuum, a dimensional gate to the Dead Realm, and throw the slighter-built alien through it; a want to witness for himself if the infection of immortal suffering and decay would take hold or if the Arrancar's own unique origins involving the limbo of life-death would shield him.. The sudden build of atmospheric pressure had Gravitas knocked from his thoughts, and he gritted his teeth in immense aggravation. The aura was not unlike his E.M. fields, yet it was significantly denser; brighter; hotter– No. It was nothing like an E.M. field. It was pure, unrefined energy. Mounting; charging in a controlled setting. Like a weapon. Abruptly, Gravitas shoved his adversary from him, hard. Lilac eyes were like shards of ice as he glared at the light-blue haired man, growling, "Perhaps I have been erroneous, or just too quick, in my judgement of you. I am nothing that you have ever seen, bone-wearer, and I am nothing that will you ever see in those you might meet in your lifespan. Go play with your preferred enemy, but when you are ready to truly enjoy yourself, then by all means: Hunt me down." He paused and shifted a small, snide smirk at Grimmjow. "He does not have the ability to comprehend your motives, your ambitions. Only kings can understand other kings." And then, with a brief, faint buzz of static, the dark-haired avatar winked out of existence, seamlessly as if switching off a light.

REGIAPARDUS

The force of Gravitas' push sent the Arrancar a few steps backwards before he was able to right himself and stand steady once again. His thin brows knitted closer together in confusion as he listened to him; apparently his little game had been taken too seriously by the other. While he did often resort to half-truths to rile up a rival, he had never had someone leave over such taunts. Usually they had an opponent fighting harder against him. Perhaps he, too, had been wrong in his judgement. He stood there, staring at the vacant space where his rival's projection had once been, going over the words in his head again. A small smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he came to a realisation – could it be that the beastformer was jealous of his previous rivalry? This would be dangerous information in Grimmjow's hands, indeed.

#regiapardus #[rp]

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zephfair · 6 years

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Day 14 Grimmichi ficlet Crack

Day 14: Grim Reaper AU

Grimmjow dies and sees the Grim Reaper. He’s really hot actually. Or Grimmjow thinks he dies and sees Ichigo instead.

Rated: T for language and kissing?

Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo. Urahara and Tessai have brief speaking roles.

Have another bonus trope: Crack fic, and the dude is drugged-up so he tells his true feelings. Er, he’s not drugged up ON crack.This is dedicated to all those videos of people coming out of anesthesia and doing dopey things. That has never been my personal experience.

Warning: There is a scene of drunken/drugged harassment where the character not in his right mind kisses another character without explicit consent.

When Ichigo got the message: 911! Emergency! SOS! from Urahara’s shop, he really didn’t want to answer. Not even if it ended the world today, Ichigo was not leaving his part-time job again for no good reason.

Then the second text contained the magic word: It’s Grimmjow.

Ichigo made up an excuse about needing the bathroom and suddenly getting very ill—hey, it worked in high school—and ran all the way to the store.

“What is it? Where is he? What happened?”

For facing such a universe-altering crisis that would call for Ichigo’s intervention, Urahara was noticeably and suspiciously calm. He sat sipping tea with Tessai.

“Ah, Ichigo, so good of you to come.”

Ichigo did not flip the table. Instead he ground his teeth and said, “What. Happened. To. Grimmjow.”

“It’s something that must be seen to be understood,” Urahara lifted Benihime and popped Ichigo’s Shinigami form out of his body. Tessai slid over to neatly catch it and gently lay it down.

“You might appreciate the strength. Just in case.” And now Ichigo wasn’t more worried at all.

“Just tell me what’s going on!”

“He’s in the room at the end of the hall.” When Ichigo turned, Urahara suggested, “You might be careful. Watch yourself.”

And that wasn’t distressing in the least. Ichigo burst through the door of the room at a run, trying to look every which way at once, desperate to know what was going on.

Grimmjow’s gigai was lying on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room. Ichigo stepped over and scanned him for visible injuries.

Grimmjow’s eyes were slow to open when Ichigo roughly shook his shoulder and called his name. Then Grimmjow blinked, once, twice and his eyes almost crossed as he stared up at Ichigo.

“Holy shit, you’re hot!”

“Grimmjow?”

“Like really, really hot! Wow!”

“Grimmjow, what’s going on? What’s wrong with you?”

Grimmjow blinked very slowly. “I don’t know. Is there something wrong?”

“I don’t know. Is there?”

Ichigo shook him again. “Stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“Stop repeating everything I say!”

“OK. You’re even hotter up close!”

Ichigo pushed him back against the pillows where he sagged. “And stop that!”

“OK. But you’re hot! Who are you again?”

Ichigo’s anger skidded to a stop. “What?”

“No. Who?”

“No,” Ichigo said slowly, leaning down closer to Grimmjow’s face. “Do you know who I am?”

“Noooo,” Grimmjow drawled the word then smiled brightly up at Ichigo. It was the most disconcerting expression Ichigo had ever seen on Grimmjow’s face, and it showed way too many teeth. “I don’t know who you are, but I sure would love to. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Oh my god, were you hit in the head? Do you have brain damage?” Ichigo tried to hold his chin steady while checking his pupil dilation but Grimmjow kept jerking away. “Hold still! Let me check your eyes!”

“Oh, OK. Then I can look at your pretty eyes too.” Grimmjow held stone still, the only movement his eyes as they flickered from Ichigo’s left to right then back again. He smiled and said, “You’re so pretty. And hot. Do you think it’s hot in here? I feel very hot. But not as hot as you.”

“Urahara has a lot to answer for,” Ichigo vowed and let go of Grimmjow who pouted.

“Keep touching me. It feels good.”

“You. Just. Wait here,” Ichigo all but flew out the door and back down the hall to crash the tea party.

“What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with him? How’d he get hurt?”

“He’s not hurt.”

“Did something hit him in the head? He could have a concussion or a brain injury!”

Urahara indicated the negative with a wave of his hand. “Nothing so fatal or serious. It appears that he’s having a particularly interesting and severe reaction to Nepeta cataria.”

“What the hell’s that?”

Urahara popped open his fan and looked over it with his big eyes showing nothing but misbegotten innocence. “It’s commonly called catnip.”

“Oh my god.” Ichigo slapped his own face in the hardest facepalm ever. “Why did you give that to him?”

“It wasn’t on purpose. He ate it accidentally.” Tessai cleared his throat and Urahara clarified. “Well not exactly. We offered it to him. But only for experimental research. I never imagined it would have such an … interesting effect.”

“You never imagined...why do you insist on ruining my life like this?!”

“Oh Ichigo, always so dramatic!”

“You know what, never mind. I don’t need to stand here and bitch at you because as soon as Grimmjow sobers up or comes down or whatever, he’ll take care of all that for me. In fact, you might want to leave now, get a good running head start because he will be pissed when he sees how he’s acting,” Ichigo said.

Urahara suddenly looked a little unsure. “Ah, but how will he know what he’s said or done? He may have no memory after it wears off.”

“Oh, he’ll know,” and Ichigo whipped out his cell phone from his body’s jeans, “because I am taking video of that shit and keeping it for posterity. I’ll make sure he sees every second along with every other person who’s ever met him. This is gold.”

“Er. I think I have to step out. For a while. Don’t bother keeping the tea warm.” In a whirl, Urahara was gone with only Tessai to stare down in judgment at Ichigo.

“Do you think it’s wise?” Tessai finally said.

“To get back at Urahara, yes.”

“To take video,” Tessai clarified.

“I’m not sending it to Hueco Mundo’s Funniest Home Videos,” Ichigo snapped. “I’ll keep it purely for personal reasons. And blackmail.”

Tessai didn’t respond so Ichigo went back to Grimmjow’s room and crept back in. Grimmjow was lying rigid as a board, only his eyes moving and rolling.

“Hey, Grimmjow, you doing all right?”

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice now a lot less happy and confident.

“It’s me, Ichigo.”

“What are you?” Grimmjow stared without blinking at Ichigo’s chest and then lower.

“I’m a Shinigami.”

His brows wrinkled. “You’re the God of Death? Oh no. I’m dead. You’re the Grim Reaper.”

Ichigo tried to hold his cell phone at the best height for filming. “No, I’m not but keep going.”

“Where’s your scythe?”

“My what?”

“The Grim Reaper, all in black, scythe for reaping souls. You’ve come for me.” Grimmjow’s voice actually sounded a little shaky. Then he looked up at Ichigo again. “At least you’re a lot better looking than I imagined.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Ichigo sighed, making a mental note to cut that out of the recording.

“Because you are. Really hot. Hey, tell me, does the Grim Reaper ever get it on? Or...” Grimmjow wrinkled his nose. “Is that necrophilia? To do it with the Grim Reaper? Oh well, I’m dead so it doesn’t matter.” He beamed up at Ichigo. Fucking beamed.

“Oh my god, this is getting weird even for me,” Ichigo muttered and turned only to freeze when Grimmjow’s hand grabbed his wrist with frantic strength.

“Wait, don’t go! Take me with you!”

“Uh, no,” Ichigo managed to pull free and inch toward the door.

“But I’m dead and I wanna go with you, sexy Grim Reaper!”

Ichigo turned off his phone and blushed. “That wasn’t what I was expecting. Get some rest.”

He stepped out and shut the door. “I want you, Grim Reaper! Don’t leave me alone!” came the yell from the room behind him and Ichigo hurried back to find Tessai.

“What is wrong with him?!”

“Kisuke told you, the catnip—”

“No, I mean, he’s acting different than he was just a few minutes ago.”

“Catnip can take a feline in several different ways.”

“What ways?”

“Have you never seen videos on the Youtube?”

Ichigo didn’t know which was stranger—the name Tessai gave it or that fact that he actually watched Youtube.

“How much catnip did he take?”

“All of it.”

“Oh shit.”

Tessai looked to both sides of him and then leaned down to Ichigo. “It was Yoruichi’s special blend.”

“Oh shit,” Ichigo whispered. “Somehow that makes it even worse. Who knows what she did to it.”

Tessai’s glasses glinted and his lips tightened even more. “I know what she used to do on it. With Kisuke.”

“Oh shit,” now Ichigo was definitely slightly nauseous. “I did NOT need to know that. But you don’t think—”

“Again, every feline will be different. Some grow very lethargic, some become hyper. Some ...” Tessai shrugged.

“OK,” Ichigo steeled himself. “Give me a glass of water, I’m going back in.”

Ichigo held the glass of water up like a shield, still not sure if he’d end up helping Grimmjow drink it or throw it in his face.

He almost dumped it over his own head at the scene that greeted him. Grimmjow: sprawled out on the bed, shirt off, jeans unbuttoned, pupils fully dilated, leer firmly in place.

“Oh for the love of— put your shirt back on!”

“Sexy! You’re back!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No! Bad...Grimmjow.”

Grimmjow suddenly rolled to his hands and knees and looked up at Ichigo. “Do you have a boyfriend? Is that it? Doesn’t matter; I’ll kill him for you.”

“No, that’s not… Stop that!” Ichigo pushed his hand on Grimmjow’s face as he crawled down the bed to where Ichigo stood.

“Don’t wanna stop. Wanna—” Grimmjow wriggled his bottom and pounced.

Ichigo grunted when Grimmjow’s full weight hit his chest and knocked him backward onto the floor. Then he licked up Ichigo’s throat.

“Stoooop,” Ichigo squirmed and wriggled, trying to get out from under the very hot, very naked, very hard-muscled chest that rubbed against him.

“Noooooo,” Grimmjow replied and licked him again, nuzzling behind his ear and licking there too. Then he sat straight up, right across Ichigo’s very interested groin. “Come on, sexy Grim Reaper, fuck me.”

“No,” Ichigo said firmly and when Grimmjow started to swivel his hips, he bopped his nose with a finger. “No!”

Grimmjow growled and bent down to start laving kisses all over Ichigo’s face.

“Ugh, stop, no,” Ichigo kept moving his head but it only seemed to spur Grimmjow on. “Grimmjow, we need to talk about this! You would never do this in your right mind!”

Grimmjow just hmmed happily and licked Ichigo’s lips, and Ichigo told himself he only opened his mouth to yell again but instead of sputtering, he kissed Grimmjow back. Then he nearly sprained his neck wrenching his mouth away.

“No, bad Grimmjow. Stop it!”

“Why?” Grimmjow all but whined. “Why won’t you kill me and take me with you?”

“What?” Ichigo kept his hand firmly on Grimmjow’s face to keep him at a little distance.

“I want you, Grim Reaper. Take me.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, I’m not… fine, yes, I’ll kill you,” Ichigo said flatly and Grimmjow beamed. “And I’ll take you with me back to my Grim Reaper house.”

“Yay!” Grimmjow’s grin somehow grew bigger and then he just slowly toppled over, falling onto the floor at Ichigo’s side. Ichigo rolled over quickly to check him. His eyes were still dilated and he still had a grin on his face.

Ichigo leaned over and Grimmjow slowly extended one hand and batted at his face, gently.

“Come on, let’s get you back on the bed.”

“With you?”

“No, I think you need to sleep this off.” Ichigo pulled and tugged him to sit, Grimmjow somehow going boneless and heavy all at the same time. Then he heaved and hauled to get Grimmjow onto the bed where he lolled, silly grin still in place.

Ichigo sat down on the edge of the bed to catch his breath. “You still feeling good?” he asked.

“Yeah. But you know what would feel better?”

“Nooo.” The bed bounced a little as Grimmjow scooted toward Ichigo and butted at his hand until Ichigo ran it through his hair. Then he curled up his head and shoulders on Ichigo’s lap, shut his eyes and purred.

From the door, Tessai watched the screen of the cell phone to make sure it was all recording. It was a legend that the Grim Reaper had a soft spot for cats, and now he believed it.*

Until Grimmjow sobered up the next day and all hell broke loose. Urahara found excuses to be away for weeks. It finally gave Grimmjow and Ichigo the balls to confess to each other, well, to be fighting one second then kissing the next, and Grimmjow said you wanna? And Ichigo said Yeah. And Grimmjow said I think you’re hot and Ichigo said I know you do. And they fought again. And kissed a lot more.

The end

*This bit of legend is actually taken from Discworld by Terry Pratchett. Those genius works often feature DEATH who truly does like cats.

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