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idk why but i'm *obsessed* with grimmjow cuddling atm. like. scary half-feral asshole being snuggly. because idk, cats or something? i wrote one fic about it already! apparently it wasn't enough. yeah, fuck you too, brain.
now i've got a different, ichigo/grimmjow/orihime bunny of all things. UGH. uuugh. ugughghgh. actually i have even more than that but the rest is entirely plotless and unwritable. =__= brain, come ON. something else? no? okay.
now i've got a different, ichigo/grimmjow/orihime bunny of all things. UGH. uuugh. ugughghgh. actually i have even more than that but the rest is entirely plotless and unwritable. =__= brain, come ON. something else? no? okay.
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Something was pawing at her shield. "Nooo, mister Croissant, we close at seven..." Orihime mumbled into the fluffy hood of her sleeping bag, and turned over onto her other side.
More pawing -- like a hand pressed on it, palm open, not very hard. Mm. It was funny how she could kind of feel it. Training was good for figuring out new shields. Like the mirror-exploding one. It was mean but only when people had been mean first. Perfect.
How had she done this one again...? It was good at any rate. Lasting so long. Very good. Good fairies. She would have to pet them later. Make them tiny medals. Oh, but Tsubaki might throw his at her head... Maybe if it was marzipan it wouldn't hurt...
Light scratching now. Oh no, she'd forgotten to let her cat in... Wait, she had no cat. "S' the wrong house," she muttered, eyes closed tight. Despite all her effort she was starting to wake up and the air was nippy outside of her bag.
"Lemme in," a man asked, weary and muffled. Who...?
Oh well, she knew the voice. Probably a friend? Yawning, she folded herself in two on her side, wriggled over Sado-kun's hip, poked the shield. Then she rolled back into her gap. The sand under her sleeping bag was still a bit warm from her own body.
Something shuffled through. Already dozing off, she remembered at the last minute to close the shield again. She moved a bit closer to Ishida-kun to make space and then let herself sink back into her dreams.
Training camps were so nice. So much snuggling. Next time they needed to bring Tatsuki-chan. And invite Kuchiki-san and Abarai-kun. Make a proper pile...
... Put Kurosaki-kun in the middle for everybody to pile up on, it wasn't fair that he'd put himself on the edge of the group today to be able to shield them and could only snuggle on one side. It was such a relief to have him entirely back with them and he totally deserved to be squished. With love. And nuzzling. And... Oh, too daring, no, no, not her. Maybe Ishida-kun would agree to be her nuzzle proxy. Or maybe...
A nose pushed through her hair, breathed out against her nape, warm and tingly. Sighing, she let herself sleep.
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Also of course she lets Grimmjow into the shield because he sounds vaguely familiar and reminds her of a cat. :DDD
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--
In the morning, or whatever passed for morning in the perpetual moonlit darkness of Hueco Mundo, there was an arm wrapped tight around her ribs, a hand tucked under her side from the front.
It was also half-buried in her underboobs. And it wasn't dark enough to be Sado-kun's.
A shock went down her spine, waking her up in full. She couldn't feel enough reiatsu from the man behind her (it definitely was a man) to identify him, even touching like this.
It wasn't Sado-kun. Ishida-kun was in front of her, cracking his eyes open with a faint frown like he had felt her sudden unease.
"Ishida-kun?" she whispered, and tried not to let her voice shake. The man at her back spooned her so close that without the sleeping bag she could probably have felt the seams and of his clothes and every bone he had that wasn't completely buried under muscles. Her bum was on his *lap.*
"Inoue-s--"
Ishida-kun sat up all at once, eyes wild and hair flying. Orihime couldn't move. She smiled, tried to breathe. "It -- isn't Kurosaki-kun -- is it?"
Ishida-kun's eyes were terrifying.
"Don't move, Inoue-san," he whispered back, lifting his hand with the cross on it.
Then behind him Kurosaki-kun woke up with a groan and turned to face all of them, and immediately went "What the fuck?!" loud enough to make the arm around her ribs tighten up. Orihime squeaked.
Suddenly she was surrounded by three very awake, battle-ready friends -- and still spooned by a dozing stranger.
"Sado-kun," Ishida-kun said coolly, a bow starting to take shape. "Move back a bit."
Kurosaki-kun's hand closed on his wrist and he pushed on hand and knees to loom over Orihime, then hovered, his eyes fixed with horror on the wrist she could tell disappeared under her left breast. Her face caught on fire.
"Kurosaki, just let me--"
"Don't explode people on top of her, dumbass -- oh my god. No, wait, Chad, he's got a grip like a vice, he'll break her ribs!"
"You know this -- this hollow?" Ishida-kun asked, spearing Kurosaki-kun with a quick glare.
A hollow. Of course it would be a hollow, in here. There had only ever been three shinigami, and they... Orihime didn't want to think about where they were now but she would never have come back had they still been around.
An arrancar. The body against hers felt much too humanoid to be anything else. But she still couldn't feel him.
It wasn't Ulquiorra. The arm was too thick, the skin not ashen enough. She breathed out, eyes closed. It wasn't Ulquiorra.
When she craned her neck, slow so she wouldn't dislodge him, she saw nothing of his face -- but the edge of a line of teeth and tangled blue hair. Her heart kicked hard in her chest.
"It's Grimmjow," Kurosaki-kun said quietly. "Sexta. Never knew if he made it out or not."
"And now he's made it in--"
Orihime's voice shook with nerves and embarrassment, not knowing if she should be mortified or terrified, but she made herself speak up anyway. "It's not Kurosaki-kun's fault, Ishida-kun, I think -- I think I opened the shield?"
"You what? When was -- shit, oh, shit, we were supposed to take turns on watch and then we just -- what the fuck?!"
And then they'd just... What had they done yesterday evening? Laughed... Joked... Made a bonfire? With like, three candles and a huge, log-sized camping book Urahara-san had stuffed into Kurosaki-kun's backpack, because Hueco Mundo's trees were made of crystal and not wood. Then just kind of. Leaned on each other. Said nice things? She vaguely remembered Sado-san petting the top of her head with great care. It was a miracle she'd remembered the shield, but probably that was only because Kurosaki-san had said good things about her shields in general a minute ago...
"Better question," Sado-kun said, interrupting everyone.
"...Yeah?"
"Why is he not waking up. At all."
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AND THEN I SLEPT. zzzz i'm asleep.zzzz i say.
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