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holy shit daemon AU
though i had WIPs to get back to and i didn't do that much. ugh grimmjow stop being hot.
POSTED
-Bleach: Masaki meets her future son, same 'verse as Dinner and a Show (2 610 words, not yet on AO3 cuz depending on what else i manage for the 'verse idk if i'll want a series or a collection)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: All Cats Are Black in the Dark - Ichigo and Grimmjow-centric daemon AU (Ichigo's daemon is not a friggin' panther thank you very much) (5 852 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: Leucanthemum vulgare (grimmjow regains his daemon) (3 624 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: A Modest Proposal (the "I Can't Believe It's Not Cannibalism" edition) (finally some grimmichi yee) (6 944 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Homestuck: midnight on the demon patrol (462 words LAAAAAAAAAAME)
-Girl Genius: the gil psychic wolves fic (215 words but at least this scene is now OVER)
-Bleach: cuddle fic (690 words. i got so stuck on this one. why. it's cuddles. why is there plot.)
-Bleach: ghost haunting soulmate fic (298 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves chapter 5 (1 008 words)
-Bleach: silly "whoops szayel made the arrancar lust for visored" crack thing that i may never touch again, who knows (909 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: Kon and Kai (1 975 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: random start to another grimmjow and his arrancars pov ficlet idk meh (156 words)
-MOTDP- (clover is a heir of Light and his demon effect is being ridiculously lucky) --
Karkat kills a second demon with the power he gained from the first, then a third, a Class Two -- Clover is flickering in and out, trying to get to Dave, but Rose (without looking he knows it's Rose) tags him every time.
Then this other, shaky Felt minion trembles at a bad time and gets raked by Karkat's attack -- a whole half-tube gouged out of his side, and he screams, and both Dave and Karkat flinch.
Clover materializes right in front of Dave, two inches away, putting Dave between him and Rose -- putting himself at Karkat's back and Karkat is flinching around but the gun is coming up and.
Tug! Aradia yells, shoving him at something bright-hot, pulsing.
Raw power. He takes it.
They freeze the hammer of the gun and two crucial cubes of flesh and bone in Clover's heels -- in his actual feet, because he could have flashed out of his clothes if they had frozen those. He windmills his arms, eyes wide -- accidentally-luckily whaps Dave in the face and Dave falls on his ass, who even fucking cares at this point when all of Karkat's accumulated power is flowing into him.
God. Yes. He's awake again.
"Paging the Thief of Light on Aisle Gravel in my ass!" he calls out, way too pleased with himself, and then Karkat has to yank him to the side by the shoulder to let a sentient ball of twine demon roll by.
(It gets munched by Jade's teleporting dog. Okay. Cool.)
Rose jumps out through the window, races to them -- Clover prepares to do something and Dave just. Dave thinks about everything that could go wrong, from the awkward tripping to the ridiculous tripping onto her own rapier and dying, and he thinks. No.
He seizes Clover's heart, for just a second.
---
-Gil psychic wolves-
Agatha drew back, something a little hurt flashing on her face before her brows came down in a faint frown. She didn't say anything as Tarvek came back cautiously, as the lesson started again.
When they were done there was no fun conversation to hold him back, to stay longer.
No (bear over a kill) Jenka? Bangladesh complained grumpily, but stood to leave anyway.
His father's first letter crumpled in his pocket, pausing him. He didn't know what they knew, and Tarvek had been targeted by that little golden bitch-wolf.
But this wasn't a lot of information, and it was also much more likely that she's only approached him because she also needed a normal partner and for some convoluted, brain-twisted reason had found him acceptable. Which, if she'd been born from a secret Valois pack, was to be expected, as the poor thing had likely been primed for twisty redheads from before birth.
Initial theory is they trespass on existing bond. Longer reply to follow.
If she hadn't approached Tarvek again to bond to him then she may well have been discouraged for good by Jenka and her little pack's possessive behavior. It was moot now. He didn't pull the letter out; he said goodbye to everyone, and left.
---
-GrimmIchiHime cuddle fic-
"What's the last thing that happened before you found us?" the big guy asked as everyone else was still exchanging looks. Grimmjow blinked. That was it?
"Was with my friend."
"What's their name?" he returned gently. Grimmjow opened his mouth.
Closed it. Well, fuck.
"... Forgot."
"That's not very normal, now is it?" Priss pointed out. Grimmjow scowled, feeling defensive.
"I don't remember your name either. Why would I bother? You're the prissy Quincy who runs around with Kurosaki and the princess." He gave a dry shrug, still obscurely bothered.
Priss was looking a little offended, but like... Not funnily so. Jaw tight, eyes dark. Grimmjow loosened his shoulders, tried to relax his voice. He wanted to piss him off, not piss him off.
"Give me a good fight and I'll remember it."
"What's her name?" the Quincy returned, nodding his shoulder harshly at the girl at Grimmjow's back.
"... Okay, give me a good fight or bring my fucking arm back and I'll remember your name. Now get off my balls."
He knew her name, damn it. It was... Hime. Something-hime.
---
-Soulmates AU: the one where the ghost of your soulmate haunts you-
Then shit happens.
Grimmjow and his fracción are stuck in the throne room, lining the walls, looking decorative. Grimmjow can do jack shit until he's dismissed. He could open his fucking mouth and ask for it and then lose his tongue to Tousen's bitchiness ("You have been getting into enough unsanctioned trouble against Kurosaki Ichigo as it is, Sexta") and the woman only barely just fixed his arm.
The shit that happens is Ulquiorra says "he is much stronger than expected" and "permission to go" and Aizen -- still getting ready to leave for Karakura -- says "Yes, do".
"Boss," D-Roy hisses. Grimmjow can do nothing but hiss back, wordless.
He's really, really good at feeling reiryoku. Wide range, precision -- he's the best tracker in the Espada, by far.
He knows when Ulquiorra intercepts Ichigo. He knows it by feel.
Ichigo's reiryoku drops until he can't feel it anymore. But his ghost isn't here. Not yet.
Not yet.
He breathes out through his nose, tries to keep steady. His fracción have all gone tense. They all know it's not the end of the world if Ichigo dies but if he dies while Grimmjow's stuck in here they're all gonna die twice.
A second later Ichigo himself flickers before him, eyes wide and blank, a neat little hole through his sternum, and disappears again. Just an image, not even yet his full presence, just a whisper of--
"Boss," D-Roy repeats with an edge of wide-eyed horror, and --
Aizen isn't looking, but Gin is.
They stare at each other, wordless, for a small eternity.
"Your puppy is being disruptive," Gin says, smiling with his eyes open just a slit. And he glances pointedly at D-Roy. Which is not -- what he was expecting. Grimmjow tilts his head.
"Ah?"
"Please take him outside and teach him some manners, will you."
-- what -- no. Grimmjow doesn't bother sitting on his ass thinking it through; he has D-Roy by the ear and pulling him through the door in the next second.
Gin saw -- and he's giving him an out. All he needs to know, right now. It's gonna be blackmail material later but only if he survives, so whatever.
---
-Grimmichi psychic wolves-
"Renji," the guy said, tapping his own chest, and pointed back at his wolf. "Zabimaru."
"Yeah, yeah, hajimemashite. Grimmjow, Pantera." Grimmjow opened another bottle, considered it thoughtfully, and then upended it over his own head to sluice off all the mud and blood and dried jizz. Fuck but it was cold.
He asks if you have clothes, with alarm and nerves.
Grimmjow flicked the redhead a long smirk. "Nah. You never know when another handsome stud will pop back up."
No stuttering, no embarrassment or horror; Renji pinched his lips weird and then looked pointedly at Pantera, who was still giving his wolf the stink-eye with a fang half-bared. Pff.
"Yeah, okay, she's probably done," he admitted.
Ichigo's shirt was nearby; he picked it up with his toes and lifted it to his hand with a foot, so he wouldn't have to bend over (his lower back ached like a bitch, and also it was way too vulnerable around some stranger.) Then he scrubbed at all the crusted-on shit on his belly and thighs.
Renji meanwhile was crouching down near Ichigo's head, and Grimmjow honestly had to stop himself from warning him off his sleeping bag and his hookup.
"I... chi..." He grabbed the edges of the sleeping bag and yanked them up all at once, yelling the last syllable. "Go!" Grimmjow's hookup went rolling into the cliff, ejected right out.
---
-arrancar harem crack-
"... Does this actually renders hollows capable of perpetuating life," Aizen-sama asked slowly, softly, bringing everyone else to a stop.
Szayel opened his mouth. Paused. Uh. Some of the possible biological changes might reactivate -- oh, and he had bypassed the gender binary requirements because depending on species the effect would be so very different --
"... Of course not, Aizen-sama. That would be ridiculous."
---
-Daemon AU: Kon and Kai-
"Come to think of it, life was so much better inside your body," Kon cries, anguished, his plush body draped across a wide capybara back. Behind him Ichigo and Rikuto are sprawled on their bed, rolling their eyes in tandem like it's a synchronized olympic event. "If I went peeping or stalking you were the one who'd get in trouble... I had nothing to worry about..."
"That isn't even funny," Rikuto grumbles. "If you think it's convincing us to let you go outside, you're dreaming. You're a plush lion, Kon."
Kon and Kai glare sullenly; then Kai snorts, wriggles Kon off their back, and then they're human-shaped.
Ichigo-shaped, really. Hey, it's the form they know best. Kon crows his triumph, felt paws raised; Kai leans down to pick him up and they both grin fatuously. On the bed Ichigo has frozen in pure horror.
"Oh my god. No."
"Stop us!" they sing-song in unison.
Rikuto is crouching on the bed like she wants to pounce and doesn't know who at. Her golden eyes are wide, too. "You're naked, you pervert!"
"No," Kon corrects smugly from his perch on his daemon's arm. "No, you're naked, Ichigo, you pervert. Exhibitionist!"
"You sicko freak," Kai continues, doing a little hips-wiggling dance as they move slowly toward the window. "You dick-waving pig!"
Rikuto's eyes pingpong from Kai to Kon; she crouches, tail whipping. Kai flicks his hair to black by habit, then goes back to familiar, natural orange, and makes Ichigo's dumb face make an even dumber grin. Kon cackles. Why did they never do this before? It's brilliant.
holy shit daemon AU
though i had WIPs to get back to and i didn't do that much. ugh grimmjow stop being hot.
POSTED
-Bleach: Masaki meets her future son, same 'verse as Dinner and a Show (2 610 words, not yet on AO3 cuz depending on what else i manage for the 'verse idk if i'll want a series or a collection)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: All Cats Are Black in the Dark - Ichigo and Grimmjow-centric daemon AU (Ichigo's daemon is not a friggin' panther thank you very much) (5 852 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: Leucanthemum vulgare (grimmjow regains his daemon) (3 624 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: A Modest Proposal (the "I Can't Believe It's Not Cannibalism" edition) (finally some grimmichi yee) (6 944 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Homestuck: midnight on the demon patrol (462 words LAAAAAAAAAAME)
-Girl Genius: the gil psychic wolves fic (215 words but at least this scene is now OVER)
-Bleach: cuddle fic (690 words. i got so stuck on this one. why. it's cuddles. why is there plot.)
-Bleach: ghost haunting soulmate fic (298 words)
-Bleach: psychic wolves chapter 5 (1 008 words)
-Bleach: silly "whoops szayel made the arrancar lust for visored" crack thing that i may never touch again, who knows (909 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: Kon and Kai (1 975 words)
-Bleach: Daemon AU: random start to another grimmjow and his arrancars pov ficlet idk meh (156 words)
-MOTDP- (clover is a heir of Light and his demon effect is being ridiculously lucky) --
Karkat kills a second demon with the power he gained from the first, then a third, a Class Two -- Clover is flickering in and out, trying to get to Dave, but Rose (without looking he knows it's Rose) tags him every time.
Then this other, shaky Felt minion trembles at a bad time and gets raked by Karkat's attack -- a whole half-tube gouged out of his side, and he screams, and both Dave and Karkat flinch.
Clover materializes right in front of Dave, two inches away, putting Dave between him and Rose -- putting himself at Karkat's back and Karkat is flinching around but the gun is coming up and.
Tug! Aradia yells, shoving him at something bright-hot, pulsing.
Raw power. He takes it.
They freeze the hammer of the gun and two crucial cubes of flesh and bone in Clover's heels -- in his actual feet, because he could have flashed out of his clothes if they had frozen those. He windmills his arms, eyes wide -- accidentally-luckily whaps Dave in the face and Dave falls on his ass, who even fucking cares at this point when all of Karkat's accumulated power is flowing into him.
God. Yes. He's awake again.
"Paging the Thief of Light on Aisle Gravel in my ass!" he calls out, way too pleased with himself, and then Karkat has to yank him to the side by the shoulder to let a sentient ball of twine demon roll by.
(It gets munched by Jade's teleporting dog. Okay. Cool.)
Rose jumps out through the window, races to them -- Clover prepares to do something and Dave just. Dave thinks about everything that could go wrong, from the awkward tripping to the ridiculous tripping onto her own rapier and dying, and he thinks. No.
He seizes Clover's heart, for just a second.
---
-Gil psychic wolves-
Agatha drew back, something a little hurt flashing on her face before her brows came down in a faint frown. She didn't say anything as Tarvek came back cautiously, as the lesson started again.
When they were done there was no fun conversation to hold him back, to stay longer.
No (bear over a kill) Jenka? Bangladesh complained grumpily, but stood to leave anyway.
His father's first letter crumpled in his pocket, pausing him. He didn't know what they knew, and Tarvek had been targeted by that little golden bitch-wolf.
But this wasn't a lot of information, and it was also much more likely that she's only approached him because she also needed a normal partner and for some convoluted, brain-twisted reason had found him acceptable. Which, if she'd been born from a secret Valois pack, was to be expected, as the poor thing had likely been primed for twisty redheads from before birth.
Initial theory is they trespass on existing bond. Longer reply to follow.
If she hadn't approached Tarvek again to bond to him then she may well have been discouraged for good by Jenka and her little pack's possessive behavior. It was moot now. He didn't pull the letter out; he said goodbye to everyone, and left.
---
-GrimmIchiHime cuddle fic-
"What's the last thing that happened before you found us?" the big guy asked as everyone else was still exchanging looks. Grimmjow blinked. That was it?
"Was with my friend."
"What's their name?" he returned gently. Grimmjow opened his mouth.
Closed it. Well, fuck.
"... Forgot."
"That's not very normal, now is it?" Priss pointed out. Grimmjow scowled, feeling defensive.
"I don't remember your name either. Why would I bother? You're the prissy Quincy who runs around with Kurosaki and the princess." He gave a dry shrug, still obscurely bothered.
Priss was looking a little offended, but like... Not funnily so. Jaw tight, eyes dark. Grimmjow loosened his shoulders, tried to relax his voice. He wanted to piss him off, not piss him off.
"Give me a good fight and I'll remember it."
"What's her name?" the Quincy returned, nodding his shoulder harshly at the girl at Grimmjow's back.
"... Okay, give me a good fight or bring my fucking arm back and I'll remember your name. Now get off my balls."
He knew her name, damn it. It was... Hime. Something-hime.
---
-Soulmates AU: the one where the ghost of your soulmate haunts you-
Then shit happens.
Grimmjow and his fracción are stuck in the throne room, lining the walls, looking decorative. Grimmjow can do jack shit until he's dismissed. He could open his fucking mouth and ask for it and then lose his tongue to Tousen's bitchiness ("You have been getting into enough unsanctioned trouble against Kurosaki Ichigo as it is, Sexta") and the woman only barely just fixed his arm.
The shit that happens is Ulquiorra says "he is much stronger than expected" and "permission to go" and Aizen -- still getting ready to leave for Karakura -- says "Yes, do".
"Boss," D-Roy hisses. Grimmjow can do nothing but hiss back, wordless.
He's really, really good at feeling reiryoku. Wide range, precision -- he's the best tracker in the Espada, by far.
He knows when Ulquiorra intercepts Ichigo. He knows it by feel.
Ichigo's reiryoku drops until he can't feel it anymore. But his ghost isn't here. Not yet.
Not yet.
He breathes out through his nose, tries to keep steady. His fracción have all gone tense. They all know it's not the end of the world if Ichigo dies but if he dies while Grimmjow's stuck in here they're all gonna die twice.
A second later Ichigo himself flickers before him, eyes wide and blank, a neat little hole through his sternum, and disappears again. Just an image, not even yet his full presence, just a whisper of--
"Boss," D-Roy repeats with an edge of wide-eyed horror, and --
Aizen isn't looking, but Gin is.
They stare at each other, wordless, for a small eternity.
"Your puppy is being disruptive," Gin says, smiling with his eyes open just a slit. And he glances pointedly at D-Roy. Which is not -- what he was expecting. Grimmjow tilts his head.
"Ah?"
"Please take him outside and teach him some manners, will you."
-- what -- no. Grimmjow doesn't bother sitting on his ass thinking it through; he has D-Roy by the ear and pulling him through the door in the next second.
Gin saw -- and he's giving him an out. All he needs to know, right now. It's gonna be blackmail material later but only if he survives, so whatever.
---
-Grimmichi psychic wolves-
"Renji," the guy said, tapping his own chest, and pointed back at his wolf. "Zabimaru."
"Yeah, yeah, hajimemashite. Grimmjow, Pantera." Grimmjow opened another bottle, considered it thoughtfully, and then upended it over his own head to sluice off all the mud and blood and dried jizz. Fuck but it was cold.
He asks if you have clothes, with alarm and nerves.
Grimmjow flicked the redhead a long smirk. "Nah. You never know when another handsome stud will pop back up."
No stuttering, no embarrassment or horror; Renji pinched his lips weird and then looked pointedly at Pantera, who was still giving his wolf the stink-eye with a fang half-bared. Pff.
"Yeah, okay, she's probably done," he admitted.
Ichigo's shirt was nearby; he picked it up with his toes and lifted it to his hand with a foot, so he wouldn't have to bend over (his lower back ached like a bitch, and also it was way too vulnerable around some stranger.) Then he scrubbed at all the crusted-on shit on his belly and thighs.
Renji meanwhile was crouching down near Ichigo's head, and Grimmjow honestly had to stop himself from warning him off his sleeping bag and his hookup.
"I... chi..." He grabbed the edges of the sleeping bag and yanked them up all at once, yelling the last syllable. "Go!" Grimmjow's hookup went rolling into the cliff, ejected right out.
---
-arrancar harem crack-
"... Does this actually renders hollows capable of perpetuating life," Aizen-sama asked slowly, softly, bringing everyone else to a stop.
Szayel opened his mouth. Paused. Uh. Some of the possible biological changes might reactivate -- oh, and he had bypassed the gender binary requirements because depending on species the effect would be so very different --
"... Of course not, Aizen-sama. That would be ridiculous."
---
-Daemon AU: Kon and Kai-
"Come to think of it, life was so much better inside your body," Kon cries, anguished, his plush body draped across a wide capybara back. Behind him Ichigo and Rikuto are sprawled on their bed, rolling their eyes in tandem like it's a synchronized olympic event. "If I went peeping or stalking you were the one who'd get in trouble... I had nothing to worry about..."
"That isn't even funny," Rikuto grumbles. "If you think it's convincing us to let you go outside, you're dreaming. You're a plush lion, Kon."
Kon and Kai glare sullenly; then Kai snorts, wriggles Kon off their back, and then they're human-shaped.
Ichigo-shaped, really. Hey, it's the form they know best. Kon crows his triumph, felt paws raised; Kai leans down to pick him up and they both grin fatuously. On the bed Ichigo has frozen in pure horror.
"Oh my god. No."
"Stop us!" they sing-song in unison.
Rikuto is crouching on the bed like she wants to pounce and doesn't know who at. Her golden eyes are wide, too. "You're naked, you pervert!"
"No," Kon corrects smugly from his perch on his daemon's arm. "No, you're naked, Ichigo, you pervert. Exhibitionist!"
"You sicko freak," Kai continues, doing a little hips-wiggling dance as they move slowly toward the window. "You dick-waving pig!"
Rikuto's eyes pingpong from Kai to Kon; she crouches, tail whipping. Kai flicks his hair to black by habit, then goes back to familiar, natural orange, and makes Ichigo's dumb face make an even dumber grin. Kon cackles. Why did they never do this before? It's brilliant.
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Not my fandom, but the title of "A Modest Proposal (the "I Can't Believe It's Not Cannibalism)" edition cracked me up!
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