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monthly word count - february
TOTAL: 8 338 words. Hmmmm.
my free tuesday afternoons have been taken over by adhd specialists this month and also i did manage to revive several stuck older fics and plot out more, so, you know. it's cool.
POSTED
-Bleach : A beast is in the heart - Grimmichi psychic wolves AU chapter 6 (4 207 words)
-Bleach : superhero love triangle - grimmichi superheroes AU chapter 2 (402 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Bleach : Howling Outside Your Door - grimmichi + fraccion ABO (44... words...)
-Naruto: Days on a wire chapter 4 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal group marriage ABO) (2 802 words)
-Bleach : Bloodsport - grimmichi in SPACE chapter 4 (883 words)
Also posted : Days on a wire chapter 2 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal group marriage ABO)
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"Ah, stop fretting."
Madara choked on nothing. "I'm not fretting!"
Izuna smirked, lopsided and heavy-lidded with fond mockery. "Brooding? Stewing? Obsessing?"
"I'm going to obsess you straight out of the window," Madara threatened -- underwhelmingly, because they were on the ground floor. Izuna snickered like a pest and didn't even bother moving to be ready to shield himself, instead sitting cross-legged to start finger-combing his ponytail.
"I'm very scared."
"I can be very scary!"
"Pfffffft."
Madara shuffled away on his knees to get his comb, since it was apparently time for hair care, and very pointedly did not get Izuna's. Sitting on a corner of his futon, he started attacking his own mane. He should have braided it back yesterday, probably, to keep it from tangling so much; but he'd been more concerned with other things.
"No, seriously," Izuna said a minute later, sounding casual and distracted, "I'm good."
Madara made a noise of neutral acknowledgement that ended up sounding pretty doubtful. Izuna huffed.
"I'm fine! It was stupid. I'm done letting it bother me."
"Uh huh," Madara said pointedly, turning his head to stare straight on.
Izuna grinned with all his teeth. "Also, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, so hey, while we're in town--"
Madara attempted to splutter himself into an early grave. "Izuna!"
"Niisan!" Izuna shot back, copying his tone. Madara grabbed a pillow and threw it at his throat like a shuriken. Izuna let himself fall back with a laughing 'oof.'
--
Bloodsport
--
"Any reason why you missed the extraction window?" Barragan asked him the second Grimmjow stepped foot through the door. Pausing on the threshold, Grimmjow gave his tittering colleagues gathered around the conference table a narrow-eyed look. Barely back and they were already razzing him.
"Yeah, we didn't wanna leave the beach."
Well, at least they were razzing him over new shit.
Granted, he was the newest Espada. It was probably illegal not to give him shit. But fuck, he'd been at this job eleven months now.
"He was worried about his tanlines," Luppi piped up from behind him, smug as shit as usual. Throwing him an unamused look, Grimmjow started ambling up the table. It still grated, working with him and not with his old team, but they hadn't made the cut for an Espada's support team; Luppi had.
Also, Grimmjow owed him one, and didn't that chafe.
"Lies. My ass is crisped to perfection. You won't be finding a single tanline down there. The report," he added, lobbing the datachip at the old man.
my free tuesday afternoons have been taken over by adhd specialists this month and also i did manage to revive several stuck older fics and plot out more, so, you know. it's cool.
POSTED
-Bleach : A beast is in the heart - Grimmichi psychic wolves AU chapter 6 (4 207 words)
-Bleach : superhero love triangle - grimmichi superheroes AU chapter 2 (402 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Bleach : Howling Outside Your Door - grimmichi + fraccion ABO (44... words...)
-Naruto: Days on a wire chapter 4 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal group marriage ABO) (2 802 words)
-Bleach : Bloodsport - grimmichi in SPACE chapter 4 (883 words)
Also posted : Days on a wire chapter 2 (madara/tobirama/izuna fraternal group marriage ABO)
--
"Ah, stop fretting."
Madara choked on nothing. "I'm not fretting!"
Izuna smirked, lopsided and heavy-lidded with fond mockery. "Brooding? Stewing? Obsessing?"
"I'm going to obsess you straight out of the window," Madara threatened -- underwhelmingly, because they were on the ground floor. Izuna snickered like a pest and didn't even bother moving to be ready to shield himself, instead sitting cross-legged to start finger-combing his ponytail.
"I'm very scared."
"I can be very scary!"
"Pfffffft."
Madara shuffled away on his knees to get his comb, since it was apparently time for hair care, and very pointedly did not get Izuna's. Sitting on a corner of his futon, he started attacking his own mane. He should have braided it back yesterday, probably, to keep it from tangling so much; but he'd been more concerned with other things.
"No, seriously," Izuna said a minute later, sounding casual and distracted, "I'm good."
Madara made a noise of neutral acknowledgement that ended up sounding pretty doubtful. Izuna huffed.
"I'm fine! It was stupid. I'm done letting it bother me."
"Uh huh," Madara said pointedly, turning his head to stare straight on.
Izuna grinned with all his teeth. "Also, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, so hey, while we're in town--"
Madara attempted to splutter himself into an early grave. "Izuna!"
"Niisan!" Izuna shot back, copying his tone. Madara grabbed a pillow and threw it at his throat like a shuriken. Izuna let himself fall back with a laughing 'oof.'
--
Bloodsport
--
"Any reason why you missed the extraction window?" Barragan asked him the second Grimmjow stepped foot through the door. Pausing on the threshold, Grimmjow gave his tittering colleagues gathered around the conference table a narrow-eyed look. Barely back and they were already razzing him.
"Yeah, we didn't wanna leave the beach."
Well, at least they were razzing him over new shit.
Granted, he was the newest Espada. It was probably illegal not to give him shit. But fuck, he'd been at this job eleven months now.
"He was worried about his tanlines," Luppi piped up from behind him, smug as shit as usual. Throwing him an unamused look, Grimmjow started ambling up the table. It still grated, working with him and not with his old team, but they hadn't made the cut for an Espada's support team; Luppi had.
Also, Grimmjow owed him one, and didn't that chafe.
"Lies. My ass is crisped to perfection. You won't be finding a single tanline down there. The report," he added, lobbing the datachip at the old man.