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Monthly word count - August
TOTAL: 7 496
... it felt like more. ;__;
POSTED
-Howling Outside Your Door - Grimmichi+fraccion ABO chapter 3 (5 213 words)
WIP
-Bloodsport chapter, uh, 4 i think? (801 words that i don't like. right idea, wrong execution. hrmph.)
-omega!Madara/alpha!Tobirama snippet that I gave up on which is actually a sequel to a plotbunny i have that i will probably also not write anyway (427 words)
-MadaTobi baby bro rescue fic (269 words)
-MadaTobiIzu ABO sequel which is A Mess, Why oh Why is it evolving so far from my original plan (786 words)
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-bloodsport-
Grimmjow went, turning on his heels to face the gathered Espada watching him right back. At his side, hands joined innocently-yeah-fucking-right behind his back, Luppi smiled widely.
Tsk. "You guys are seriously bored, aren't you. Is it really that dead out there?"
Gantenbainne raised a hand. "I had a mission yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I'm already back. So."
Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow ambled through the desks. Most of the time it was just so damn rare to find more than two Espadas in here -- they had better shit to do than push paper. Usually. He barely remembered where his own desk was from how little he'd seen it in the first four months--
"Hey, Luppi," Nel called out casually. "How's the ginger tally doing?"
Grimmjow's shoulders stiffened; he hissed a warning. "Nelliel, I swear to fuck."
Cirucci smirked, painted lips baring needle fangs. "Come on, Jaegerjaquez, we have a scoreboard to update."
"I will piss on everything you own."
"Does that include your ass?"
"Oooh," went Gantenbainne quietly. Grimmjow glared at him; the man shrugged.
"Why you guys are so invested in my sex life I will never fucking know," Grimmjow groused. "It's been seven months. Find another joke."
"So no luck then?" Nelliel asked, mock-sympathizing. Grimmjow flung a heavy ceramic pen cup at her head; she batted it out of the air and into Ulquiorra's waste basket without missing a beat. Figurative hackles up, Grimmjow gave serious consideration to flinging the computer next.
"No luck at all," Luppi confirmed, smiling beatifically. "Oh wait, he got asked for a threesome by the congressman's wife."
Ugh. Well, better they mock him on being picked up by a couple of old and horny perverts than on this tendency they all pretended he had to go for any ginger that breathed, based on a sample size of like, two. Maybe three.
--
-abandoned o!madara/a!tobi-
"Did you seriously have me kidnapped again," Tobirama groans when he wakes up, and doesn't bother to open his eyes.
For one thing, figuring out what happened is easy: he can sense Madara at his side, chakra crackling with smug amusement. For another thing, trying to find a way out is pointless: he can sense about a dozen more Uchihas surrounding their position, carefully out of hearing range as long as they don't yell.
Or make other noises. But at that point Madara will have chased them further away, probably, and Tobirama won't be in a state to take advantage of it.
Anyway. This is the second time he gets ambushed on an away mission and wakes in some -- he cracks open an eye -- little forest shack, absolutely devoid of anything but water jugs and a ton of pillows. It's getting easier not to flip out.
The first time Madara had him delivered to his heat shack, Tobirama snarled and ranted for about a half-hour, it escalated into a brawl, they took out half the roof, and then Madara's heat kicked in and they ended up fucking on top of a pile of broken tiles. It was not his smartest course of action.
"Next time I would appreciate a written invitation," he says simply. "I hear arrows with letters attached are in fashion."
Madara smirks. He's sitting cross-legged on the tatami, pouring tea into two cups. "See, but if I aim for your ass to keep you from running, I will then deprive myself of that ass. A tragedy."
"The desired subtext here is 'I *could* hurt you,' not 'I already did.'" He takes the cup handed to him. Seems a little too late to refuse it at this point.
'I could hurt you, but I haven't yet' has been the running theme of his interactions with Uchiha Madara as of late.
The first time was a lot more tense about it.
Kaguya clan ambush -- for Madara. Tobirama had gotten curious about the concentration of high chakra levels and violence; then he'd recognized the single fire-tinged one as Uchiha Madara's, the half-wild cackling bane of the battlefield. That they had managed to corral him had gotten Tobirama regrettably intrigued; he hadn't planned on getting involved at all.
Then his little hiding place had been invaded by a fleeing Uchiha omega in heat, barely coherent enough as he bore Tobirama to the ground to take his scent and do the "alpha + unrelated to my pursuers" math and come up with "maybe don't slay immediately".
--
-madatobi baby bro rescue-
Had to accept. Had to. Had to breathe and be ready for anything and he should have told Hashirama, he should have told him from the start, he should have told him tonight at least or left a message or something. Why hadn't he? So caught up in 'he won't believe in my word that it can work' and 'he'll stop me for my own good, as if it's good that we all live halfway like this' and 'I'll show him,' pride and lack of trust, and he should never have been so arrogant.
Hashirama thought it was all the same thing, the arrogance of knowing what he could accomplish and the arrogance of knowing what his brother -- what others would feel and think in response. The first wasn't misguided but the second was where he failed every time, wasn't it, he -- he was spiraling. Breathe.
--
-MadaTobiIzu cherry wine sequel-
-tobi pov i might rewrite otherwise because where was it going again?-
He threw his scroll at the door, and almost hit his mother in the face.
"--Hahaue."
"Tobira. I see we come at a bad time."
He breathed his tension out. "No, it's fine."
Ritsu-hahaue came in with a polite bow, and then on her heels Kuukai-hahaue, toeing the scroll back inside his office with a little sniff. Hiding a wince, Tobirama shuffled on his knees from his desk to the little table buried under reference scrolls that was supposed to be used for people and tea.
Though... No servant was following with tea. He frowned, even as Kuukai-hahaue slid the door closed behind her and sank gracefully onto a pillow next to Tobirama's other mother.
It had been a very long time since they had invaded his rooms without an invitation. Not since Hashirama had inherited the clan, and Tobirama had risen to the position of heir. Tobirama usually was the one who came to them, and not the other way around...
--
-madara silliness i kinda like but again, where WAS it going again-
So life went on, never mind that clandestine meetings with his best enemy and erotic encounters with his (arguably, his brother's) worst enemy seemed like they should herald some upheaval or other.
Madara had always been of the opinion that you should be the change you wished to see in the world, which in this case meant that mostly he carved out several hours of free time in his days to personally drill the Knothead Squad, as Izuna had so aptly named them.
He drilled them on endurance, on speed, and on resisting the urge to bite out your superior officer's throat, which they could do with more of. He relentlessly triggered the alphas' braggart challenging instincts and the betas' fussy protective instincts and every single more personalized fault line they committed the mistake of twitching minutely about while in his line of sight. He jeered, sneered, yanked on hair and kicked unsuspecting asses. And always, the second they lost control of their tempers and prides and charged him, he drowned them in enough ice-cold killing intent to drop a charging bull.
It was a lot of fun.
Wrestling the elders was less fun, but Izuna had a lot of friends around willing to bring him the hottest gossip about which litters were courting who and with how much parental input.
"Naturally if it's a love match, we leave it alone."
"Naturally."
"Or even a companionable and friendly one. Sometimes when everyone in a litter has different tastes, that's the best you get."
"Uh huh."
"But when it's the parents wanting those matches, it doesn't hurt anyone to suggest better ones."
"Niisan, I don't actually care, are we interfering with this one or not?"
"Oh, you are a cold-hearted man."
"Meh. If they actually were into it it'll make for some drama when they run away to elope, and that's gonna bring down their parents' standing either way, so."
"You're my favorite."
"I had better damn well be."
... it felt like more. ;__;
POSTED
-Howling Outside Your Door - Grimmichi+fraccion ABO chapter 3 (5 213 words)
WIP
-Bloodsport chapter, uh, 4 i think? (801 words that i don't like. right idea, wrong execution. hrmph.)
-omega!Madara/alpha!Tobirama snippet that I gave up on which is actually a sequel to a plotbunny i have that i will probably also not write anyway (427 words)
-MadaTobi baby bro rescue fic (269 words)
-MadaTobiIzu ABO sequel which is A Mess, Why oh Why is it evolving so far from my original plan (786 words)
--
-bloodsport-
Grimmjow went, turning on his heels to face the gathered Espada watching him right back. At his side, hands joined innocently-yeah-fucking-right behind his back, Luppi smiled widely.
Tsk. "You guys are seriously bored, aren't you. Is it really that dead out there?"
Gantenbainne raised a hand. "I had a mission yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I'm already back. So."
Rolling his eyes, Grimmjow ambled through the desks. Most of the time it was just so damn rare to find more than two Espadas in here -- they had better shit to do than push paper. Usually. He barely remembered where his own desk was from how little he'd seen it in the first four months--
"Hey, Luppi," Nel called out casually. "How's the ginger tally doing?"
Grimmjow's shoulders stiffened; he hissed a warning. "Nelliel, I swear to fuck."
Cirucci smirked, painted lips baring needle fangs. "Come on, Jaegerjaquez, we have a scoreboard to update."
"I will piss on everything you own."
"Does that include your ass?"
"Oooh," went Gantenbainne quietly. Grimmjow glared at him; the man shrugged.
"Why you guys are so invested in my sex life I will never fucking know," Grimmjow groused. "It's been seven months. Find another joke."
"So no luck then?" Nelliel asked, mock-sympathizing. Grimmjow flung a heavy ceramic pen cup at her head; she batted it out of the air and into Ulquiorra's waste basket without missing a beat. Figurative hackles up, Grimmjow gave serious consideration to flinging the computer next.
"No luck at all," Luppi confirmed, smiling beatifically. "Oh wait, he got asked for a threesome by the congressman's wife."
Ugh. Well, better they mock him on being picked up by a couple of old and horny perverts than on this tendency they all pretended he had to go for any ginger that breathed, based on a sample size of like, two. Maybe three.
--
-abandoned o!madara/a!tobi-
"Did you seriously have me kidnapped again," Tobirama groans when he wakes up, and doesn't bother to open his eyes.
For one thing, figuring out what happened is easy: he can sense Madara at his side, chakra crackling with smug amusement. For another thing, trying to find a way out is pointless: he can sense about a dozen more Uchihas surrounding their position, carefully out of hearing range as long as they don't yell.
Or make other noises. But at that point Madara will have chased them further away, probably, and Tobirama won't be in a state to take advantage of it.
Anyway. This is the second time he gets ambushed on an away mission and wakes in some -- he cracks open an eye -- little forest shack, absolutely devoid of anything but water jugs and a ton of pillows. It's getting easier not to flip out.
The first time Madara had him delivered to his heat shack, Tobirama snarled and ranted for about a half-hour, it escalated into a brawl, they took out half the roof, and then Madara's heat kicked in and they ended up fucking on top of a pile of broken tiles. It was not his smartest course of action.
"Next time I would appreciate a written invitation," he says simply. "I hear arrows with letters attached are in fashion."
Madara smirks. He's sitting cross-legged on the tatami, pouring tea into two cups. "See, but if I aim for your ass to keep you from running, I will then deprive myself of that ass. A tragedy."
"The desired subtext here is 'I *could* hurt you,' not 'I already did.'" He takes the cup handed to him. Seems a little too late to refuse it at this point.
'I could hurt you, but I haven't yet' has been the running theme of his interactions with Uchiha Madara as of late.
The first time was a lot more tense about it.
Kaguya clan ambush -- for Madara. Tobirama had gotten curious about the concentration of high chakra levels and violence; then he'd recognized the single fire-tinged one as Uchiha Madara's, the half-wild cackling bane of the battlefield. That they had managed to corral him had gotten Tobirama regrettably intrigued; he hadn't planned on getting involved at all.
Then his little hiding place had been invaded by a fleeing Uchiha omega in heat, barely coherent enough as he bore Tobirama to the ground to take his scent and do the "alpha + unrelated to my pursuers" math and come up with "maybe don't slay immediately".
--
-madatobi baby bro rescue-
Had to accept. Had to. Had to breathe and be ready for anything and he should have told Hashirama, he should have told him from the start, he should have told him tonight at least or left a message or something. Why hadn't he? So caught up in 'he won't believe in my word that it can work' and 'he'll stop me for my own good, as if it's good that we all live halfway like this' and 'I'll show him,' pride and lack of trust, and he should never have been so arrogant.
Hashirama thought it was all the same thing, the arrogance of knowing what he could accomplish and the arrogance of knowing what his brother -- what others would feel and think in response. The first wasn't misguided but the second was where he failed every time, wasn't it, he -- he was spiraling. Breathe.
--
-MadaTobiIzu cherry wine sequel-
-tobi pov i might rewrite otherwise because where was it going again?-
He threw his scroll at the door, and almost hit his mother in the face.
"--Hahaue."
"Tobira. I see we come at a bad time."
He breathed his tension out. "No, it's fine."
Ritsu-hahaue came in with a polite bow, and then on her heels Kuukai-hahaue, toeing the scroll back inside his office with a little sniff. Hiding a wince, Tobirama shuffled on his knees from his desk to the little table buried under reference scrolls that was supposed to be used for people and tea.
Though... No servant was following with tea. He frowned, even as Kuukai-hahaue slid the door closed behind her and sank gracefully onto a pillow next to Tobirama's other mother.
It had been a very long time since they had invaded his rooms without an invitation. Not since Hashirama had inherited the clan, and Tobirama had risen to the position of heir. Tobirama usually was the one who came to them, and not the other way around...
--
-madara silliness i kinda like but again, where WAS it going again-
So life went on, never mind that clandestine meetings with his best enemy and erotic encounters with his (arguably, his brother's) worst enemy seemed like they should herald some upheaval or other.
Madara had always been of the opinion that you should be the change you wished to see in the world, which in this case meant that mostly he carved out several hours of free time in his days to personally drill the Knothead Squad, as Izuna had so aptly named them.
He drilled them on endurance, on speed, and on resisting the urge to bite out your superior officer's throat, which they could do with more of. He relentlessly triggered the alphas' braggart challenging instincts and the betas' fussy protective instincts and every single more personalized fault line they committed the mistake of twitching minutely about while in his line of sight. He jeered, sneered, yanked on hair and kicked unsuspecting asses. And always, the second they lost control of their tempers and prides and charged him, he drowned them in enough ice-cold killing intent to drop a charging bull.
It was a lot of fun.
Wrestling the elders was less fun, but Izuna had a lot of friends around willing to bring him the hottest gossip about which litters were courting who and with how much parental input.
"Naturally if it's a love match, we leave it alone."
"Naturally."
"Or even a companionable and friendly one. Sometimes when everyone in a litter has different tastes, that's the best you get."
"Uh huh."
"But when it's the parents wanting those matches, it doesn't hurt anyone to suggest better ones."
"Niisan, I don't actually care, are we interfering with this one or not?"
"Oh, you are a cold-hearted man."
"Meh. If they actually were into it it'll make for some drama when they run away to elope, and that's gonna bring down their parents' standing either way, so."
"You're my favorite."
"I had better damn well be."