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His scowl smooths, the corners of his mouth curling upwards slightly at the sight of Grimmjow in his bed, only his head and shoulders visible above the blankets- it should probably be disconcerting that he's using Ichigo's body as a teddy bear, pressed so close that Ichigo is already anticipating a sore ribcage when he crawls back into it; but it's also sweet.
Being held like that, is... It's good, intimate in a way that has slowly sanded off some of his sharp, bitter edges towards the idea of love. Edging towards being worth the risk of loss.
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17 Mar 2024
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Ichigo's chest is a patchwork of bruises, murky blues and beaten browns. The intercostal spaces are tender and full, testament to the plant growing inside with its curling vines and thorns and flowers, coiling around his heart, branching into his lungs.
Inside his bone-cage, there are roses blooming, blue and cruelly beautiful.
[A Hanahaki Disease AU]
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14 Mar 2024
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our souls in certain light by sykamore for murderlight
Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga), Bleach
30 Dec 2022
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Kurosaki's voice is still ringing inside his head.
But Kurosaki has not spoken. Kurosaki has not moved a single muscle.
Kurosaki had touched him.
Grimmjow falls. Everything tilts slowly, the moment stretched in time not only from the pain of the blow, but also from the pain of realisation.
Oh. Shit—
[A Soulmate/ Soulbond AU]
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14 Mar 2024
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There is a single old building on the peak of a steep rise that overlooks a quaint and quiet town on the Eastern Bay. In a word, it is neglected. In several more, it is steadfastly, purposefully, and studiously ignored. The only people who go up there are the ignorant and the idiotic, natural selection doing its best work – those, and the single groundskeeper who is paid more than most CEOs by an unnamed benefactor, and even still he does not venture closer to the building than what it takes to keep the lawn trimmed.
The building is five floors, in total, though the upper two are so damaged by wind and weather that they are completely uninhabitable. The roof has caved in on the offshoot section where people once parked cars – or, back in the older days, kept their horses and carriages. Some theorize it used to be a party hall, some a hotel, others still an old house kept by a family whose names have crumbled along with the stone.
One thing is certain; it has been there since long before the town began, and will certainly linger long after.
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13 Mar 2024
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He never fucking expected to meet striking blue eyes that were locked on him and only him, and the smirk by way of greeting as Grimmjow goddamn Jaegerjaquez looked up at him from the bottom of the tiered lecture hall.
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11 Mar 2024