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POSTED : zilch
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-bleach - suburban ot4 (1 004 words and when will this scene eeeeeeeeeeend)
-naruto - cherry wine madatobiizu ABO (3 713 words and when will madara get his dick toucheeeeed)
-bleach - pack fuckening ABO (593 words)
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suburban ot4
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The house is so silent at this hour, the puddle of golden light from the little lamp over the sink an island in the middle of the dark, and he's going to regret staying up past one AM tomorrow morning.
Wood creaks quietly, the house settling. A drop of water drips from the faucet behind them.
"I don't even know how I'm gonna approach that," Grimmjow admits, voice so quiet that the house's barely-there noises almost cover it. He rubs at his face again, the bones and veins over the back of his hand in clear relief; drops both hands to his lap, and his eyelids look too heavy for him. "How do I even say I wanna talk about the way we fight, and not turn it into another fight--"
"Well, for starters, you guys can talk about eavesdropping on people, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck."
Grimmjow freezes, a deer-in-headlights look on his face. Ichigo reclines in his chair with his arms crossed and looks at the doorway to the staircase pointedly.
Nel peeks out slowly; her and Grimmjow's eyes meet.
More silence.
Ichigo tries not to sigh, not to say anything, not to -- he's already been putting his nose in it but he hasn't been invited to dig either and... should he leave? They've got to have a way they handle reconciling, too...
One that doesn't involve make-up sex and ignoring the previous argument, though? Ugh.
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cherry wine ABO
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They went up the stone path to the front door; Izuna unsealed it and slid it open halfway, slipping into the entryway. "I'll go tell him you're here, please wait a bit, okay?"
"Sure!" Koumei beamed at him, hands linked behind her back as she leaned in. Izuna snorted back, amused -- he wasn't the one she needed to flirt with, but it was still fun -- and toed off his shoes to go searching for his brother.
He was barely halfway through the front room -- seven steps exactly from the door -- when he found him.
Oh, he found him indeed.
Heart in his throat, dizzy with a sudden rush of adrenaline, his first coherent thought was a terrified, 'can they see me from the door?'.
Because if they could, then they might know there was something wrong, and he -- it had only been a second, not even that long; he took another step, long, casual, to make sure that what he'd seen truly was --
In the far corner of the courtyard, almost exactly opposite from the front door, his brother kept sitting on the engawa with Senju Fucking Tobirama crouched right fucking next to him and petting his biceps.
A kunai left his hand with barely a thought; thunked into the wall between their heads, breaking them apart. A blink and Tobirama was in the corner, still under the overhanging roof, cornered --
"Izuna," Madara had the gall to say, disappointed.
Izuna stared back, eyes wide, wild, too furious to speak.
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pack fuckening ABO
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He swings a doll a little more pointedly, its featureless head caught between two fingers like a hanged man. Ichigo's face sobers up.
"You don't want me to use them."
"No," Shawlong replies baldly, and lets hang a heavy pause. The rest of his fraccion have sobered up to match. "But we cannot satisfy three omegas and keep watch." Shawlong's visible eye narrows. "...Grimmjow tells me you're trustworthy."
"You don't gotta tell him," Grimmjow grumbles under his breath. He gets barely a glance from anyone for it, like his own opinion on the topic is already registered and he can butt out of the conversation now. It makes him want to huff and throw everybody on their asses in a burst of power; but he's not Barragan, he has never demanded unquestioning obedience outside of life and death situations and embarrassing as this whole thing is, he's not about to start now.
"I don't know that your inner hollow is trustworthy. Or your inner..."
"Quincy." Ichigo's mouch pinches weird, then relaxes with a sigh. "Yeah, that's fair. I could get only the old man out if you'd rather. He's -- well, for starters he's a better sensor than I am, and he's cool under pressure--"
"He's the one who helped you one-shot that shinigami," Edrad says, not quite like he's contradicting him, but not really in agreement either.
"--Yes. He... he was pretty done with Mayuri as well, honestly."
Shawlong, Grimmjow can tell, is tempted to agree to that compromise. One watcher will free one beta, though that still only leaves one person on watch at a time, which isn't very--
"No," Nakeem says. Everyone blinks.
"No?"
Nakeem stands, expression blank as always, inexpressive, but shoulders squared. "Get them both out."
"--Ah?"
"Yeah!" Di Roy exclaims, jumping on his feet with hands fisted. "I fucking dare you."
"Get them both out," Edrad concludes, sensual mouth pulled in a too-toothy grin, "and keep them in line. Can you, shinigami?"
... Ahh.
Yeah. They're his men alright. Battle-brained, fearless maniacs, even the quietest of them. They just really, really want to see a vasto lorde at point blank range, don't they?
..hghgbnnnn.
POSTED : zilch
IN PROGRESS :
-bleach - suburban ot4 (1 004 words and when will this scene eeeeeeeeeeend)
-naruto - cherry wine madatobiizu ABO (3 713 words and when will madara get his dick toucheeeeed)
-bleach - pack fuckening ABO (593 words)
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suburban ot4
--
The house is so silent at this hour, the puddle of golden light from the little lamp over the sink an island in the middle of the dark, and he's going to regret staying up past one AM tomorrow morning.
Wood creaks quietly, the house settling. A drop of water drips from the faucet behind them.
"I don't even know how I'm gonna approach that," Grimmjow admits, voice so quiet that the house's barely-there noises almost cover it. He rubs at his face again, the bones and veins over the back of his hand in clear relief; drops both hands to his lap, and his eyelids look too heavy for him. "How do I even say I wanna talk about the way we fight, and not turn it into another fight--"
"Well, for starters, you guys can talk about eavesdropping on people, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck."
Grimmjow freezes, a deer-in-headlights look on his face. Ichigo reclines in his chair with his arms crossed and looks at the doorway to the staircase pointedly.
Nel peeks out slowly; her and Grimmjow's eyes meet.
More silence.
Ichigo tries not to sigh, not to say anything, not to -- he's already been putting his nose in it but he hasn't been invited to dig either and... should he leave? They've got to have a way they handle reconciling, too...
One that doesn't involve make-up sex and ignoring the previous argument, though? Ugh.
--
cherry wine ABO
--
They went up the stone path to the front door; Izuna unsealed it and slid it open halfway, slipping into the entryway. "I'll go tell him you're here, please wait a bit, okay?"
"Sure!" Koumei beamed at him, hands linked behind her back as she leaned in. Izuna snorted back, amused -- he wasn't the one she needed to flirt with, but it was still fun -- and toed off his shoes to go searching for his brother.
He was barely halfway through the front room -- seven steps exactly from the door -- when he found him.
Oh, he found him indeed.
Heart in his throat, dizzy with a sudden rush of adrenaline, his first coherent thought was a terrified, 'can they see me from the door?'.
Because if they could, then they might know there was something wrong, and he -- it had only been a second, not even that long; he took another step, long, casual, to make sure that what he'd seen truly was --
In the far corner of the courtyard, almost exactly opposite from the front door, his brother kept sitting on the engawa with Senju Fucking Tobirama crouched right fucking next to him and petting his biceps.
A kunai left his hand with barely a thought; thunked into the wall between their heads, breaking them apart. A blink and Tobirama was in the corner, still under the overhanging roof, cornered --
"Izuna," Madara had the gall to say, disappointed.
Izuna stared back, eyes wide, wild, too furious to speak.
--
pack fuckening ABO
--
He swings a doll a little more pointedly, its featureless head caught between two fingers like a hanged man. Ichigo's face sobers up.
"You don't want me to use them."
"No," Shawlong replies baldly, and lets hang a heavy pause. The rest of his fraccion have sobered up to match. "But we cannot satisfy three omegas and keep watch." Shawlong's visible eye narrows. "...Grimmjow tells me you're trustworthy."
"You don't gotta tell him," Grimmjow grumbles under his breath. He gets barely a glance from anyone for it, like his own opinion on the topic is already registered and he can butt out of the conversation now. It makes him want to huff and throw everybody on their asses in a burst of power; but he's not Barragan, he has never demanded unquestioning obedience outside of life and death situations and embarrassing as this whole thing is, he's not about to start now.
"I don't know that your inner hollow is trustworthy. Or your inner..."
"Quincy." Ichigo's mouch pinches weird, then relaxes with a sigh. "Yeah, that's fair. I could get only the old man out if you'd rather. He's -- well, for starters he's a better sensor than I am, and he's cool under pressure--"
"He's the one who helped you one-shot that shinigami," Edrad says, not quite like he's contradicting him, but not really in agreement either.
"--Yes. He... he was pretty done with Mayuri as well, honestly."
Shawlong, Grimmjow can tell, is tempted to agree to that compromise. One watcher will free one beta, though that still only leaves one person on watch at a time, which isn't very--
"No," Nakeem says. Everyone blinks.
"No?"
Nakeem stands, expression blank as always, inexpressive, but shoulders squared. "Get them both out."
"--Ah?"
"Yeah!" Di Roy exclaims, jumping on his feet with hands fisted. "I fucking dare you."
"Get them both out," Edrad concludes, sensual mouth pulled in a too-toothy grin, "and keep them in line. Can you, shinigami?"
... Ahh.
Yeah. They're his men alright. Battle-brained, fearless maniacs, even the quietest of them. They just really, really want to see a vasto lorde at point blank range, don't they?