Monthly word count - march
TOTAL: 13 699 words
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... mada/tobi what the FUCK.
POSTED but... not actually written in march haha welp
-superhero love triangle (zangetsu/grimmjow/ichigo superheroes AU; supervillain grimmjow gets nursed back to health by mysterious antihero zangetsu's mundane friend ichigo. oh no he's cute ensues.)
WIP
-superhero love triangle chapter 2!! (1 056 words) (i stg i posted and ten minutes later i had an idea for more of it. self. self what.)
-bloodsport chapter 3.5 (139 words :X)
-Alpha ichigo/omega grimmjow and his fraccion ABO fic (1 242 words)
-naruto: Alpha Madara/Omega Tobirama and now also beta Izuna wtf ABO fic (9 107 words)
-naruto: Alpha Madara/Alpha Tobirama (2 155 words) (another one?? aaaa)
--superheroes grimmichi AU--
"So what's your name anyway?"
Ichigo smothered a full-body twitch just in time; his pen creaked in his hand, though. A quick glance confirmed what he thought he would find: notorious supervillain Pantera, still sprawled in his bed, long hair spilled everywhere in an unattractive tangled mess of blue and dust and dried blood, skin sallow with blood loss, in Ichigo's bed on Ichigo's sheets stinking up Ichigo's damn pillow, but -- for the first time since the evening of the day before last -- with his eyes open and clear.
"You didn't find that out while you were stalking me before?" he said dryly, putting the cap back on his pen with a firm, annoyed snap of noise.
The futon he'd spent the last two nights on was rolled up and propped against the cupboard and man but he wished he could just drag the asshole down onto it and reclaim his own damn bed. If Pantera lost any more blood he would probably die this time, though, so Ichigo had had to tolerate every single instinct he had demanding he reclaim his den and purify it, probably with fire or something similar. It was making him feel pretty twitchy.
"... Nah," Pantera said, and his voice was strangely casual -- tired but almost pleasant, not intense or haughty or anything. "Wouldn't have been fair."
Ichigo blinked. Wow. He sounded almost like a normal person, instead of a frenzied murder machine.
"You've got a concept of fairness that covers identities but not addresses?"
Pantera's brow furrowed; then his face went blank, empty. He pushed the covers down a little, freeing his chest, and started to roll on his side. Ichigo was leaning over him in the next second to keep him down.
"Stitches! -- Hey."
... And now there was a hand on his wrist. Black and clawed, serrated backwards spines on its knuckles. It closed, tight and then tighter.
"You know what's not fair?" Pantera mused, watching him under heavy, unamused eyelids. "I promised you if you told anyone I was here I'd make the girl pay. And now I'm gonna have to make good on it, or you're gonna think you can fucking clown on me and wander off."
--
Ichigo/Sexta fraccion ABO
--
Shawlong is sitting up on the couch, all terrifyingly long limbs and predatory stillness, looking down at the tangled mess of them.
Looking, he's sure, at Kurosaki.
"Don't," Grimmjow warns quietly.
"Certainly not while he's still tied to you," Shawlong says agreeably, and that's when Grimmjow is sure Kurosaki is asleep, or he would just have pretended not to get it. "You'll probably need him another couple of times."
"Not at all," Grimmjow retorts, and tries to make it a growl; his throat is dry. "He's not a target. I don't know why you got a bee in your bonnet about him but drop it."
Goddamn but he doesn't want to argue with Shawlong while he's still got a dick in him. Ugh. Way to ruin his afterglow. Or his... in-between glow. Mm. He rocks his hips a little bit, testing the tie. Kurosaki's knot still isn't going down.
"You took us here because we had no other choice," Shawlong says quietly. "He welcomed us, I am told, with zero suspicion or hesitation. Then he put his teeth on you and Di Roy and tried to dominate him; and I wonder if he doesn't think he's dominating you, considering all the liberties you allow him. Now I wonder. Is he going to let us leave?"
--
Mada/Tobi/Izuna ABO
--
He'd refused to butt in on Izuna and Anaguma's litter-of-two, proud and devastatingly alone through his early teenage years, but then child hunters had made it moot and now he and Izuna had no one but each other left. Brothers of two separate litters -- different ages, different temperaments and goals, different inheritances -- Izuna's litter had never been raised to rule as his had been, only to support, to assist from the shadows.
Madara still remembered practicing the little tasks of fatherhood on him and Anaguma, and the third babe who hadn't lived to her third month to be named. They were not equals; they would never be.
Hashirama had been the same as Madara. A special secret he'd shared with Madara when nobody else knew, that Madara had kept ever since, even after they were found out and the friendship killed off. Tobirama was the younger, another lone survivor, lone beta sewn raggedly back onto Hashirama's litter to make something almost approaching a strong, healthy set.
A lone omega could not be expected to lead a clan, after all. No trusted advisors, no comfort, no flesh of his flesh to help tend to children, born in threes, in fives, in more. Madara had heard the rumors that Hashirama had been born single, not even a stillborn sib to share a womb with -- and nobody he knew believed them, but confirming Tobirama's true age would have given them too much weight. Unnatural, cursed.
Confirming Tobirama's true sex would make it so much worse.
Two reproductive siblings in the same litter was an aberration. A sign of degeneracy, of calamity to come. Like a child with two faces--
"Get off me, Uchiha."
Tobirama wasn't angry or drug-addled enough to meet his eyes, but he still aimed his glare as close as he could get away with. Dangerously still under Madara, teeth unveiled, and still smelling so wet.
What the hell had Hashirama been thinking, he distantly wondered, still staring, still reeling. Had they planned to wed the Uzumaki set without telling them? Or -- or did the Uzumaki already know, and were planning to pass off Tobirama's children as... as, oh, the Sage preserve them, two reproductive siblings in the same marriage.
Not as disturbing as if they had been alpha and omega, with a chance to breed, but omegas in heat were known to get -- ah, friendly with their own sex, if they couldn't find anything else, and--
"I don't care if the whole Fūma clan attacks us at once. I will see you dead."
How many people were there in the Uzumaki set? Could they even handle two omegas at once? What if they had to -- what if they shared a heat?
What if Hashirama and his own blood-related baby brother shared a heat.
"Madara!"
-- Oh. He was -- leaning a bit close. He just -- that scent, that impossible scent. Izuna would have told him if he'd caught it on the battlefield, sweating hard with effort and often drenched by suiton after suiton. Today's job had been entrapment. Maybe it was fake! Hah. Yes. Maybe that.
Probably that.
He fisted a hand in the tiny puff of a ponytail, dislodging hairpins, forced the Senju's head forward and down, and leaned in to breathe his scent on his tongue.
He had half a second to swear vilely in his mind, and then he had to throw himself to the side and off the Senju to avoid getting gutted like a fish. Tobirama was off like a shot, plunging between the branches.
--
Alpha/alpha mada/tobi
--
It's a reflex to shield his throat. It means Madara's teeth close on his jaw instead, halfway to his chin.
Heavier, too well-braced to topple. Stronger. Fucking crazy.
The bite hurts; and the second bite after that, but the third is more like gnawing, a bruising ache.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he snarls (wheezes), not that he expects a response; his body is vibrating with thwarted fight-or-flight. When he catches a chunk of hair with his free hand and yanks to get those teeth away from his throat Madara only makes another, quieter noise and doesn't budge. Tobirama has no kunai to stab with and the angle is all wrong for a body blow, a hand strike would glance off his skull and he has no distance to get momentum; he can't break necks one-handed, he can't--
Madara's hips roll between his thighs, slow and deliberate.
Tobirama's brain hiccups, or something of the sort.
Another slow roll; more gnawing teeth, more sucking at his bruised jaw; Uchiha Madara hums. Despite himself Tobirama interprets it as approving, or pleased.
No. What? No.
Is that what the stench is? Rut smell? Hashirama has told Tobirama how overpowering his own stink gets, but he's never -- other Senju alphas avoid him when their time comes, or he avoids them, uninterested in fighting over omegas he's not even attracted to the rest of the year.
"Who are we even fighting over?" he chokes out, baffled, heart still hammering, ribs straining against Madara's hold to draw a full breath. He hasn't even met anyone today. Was he getting too close to an omega Madara is interested in? He feels himself flushing in mortification and frustrated rage at the ridiculousness of the situation. He's going to get humped by Uchiha Madara because the asshole got distracted from trying to have sex by fighting him and now he's getting distracted from fighting by wanting to, to --
"You," Madara rasps, and his teeth and his mouth close on Tobirama's earlobe, burning hot and wet.
-- and then Madara will probably be humiliated and furious about it and kill him anyway, or if by miracle he admits it was his own damn fault he'll kill him anyway because Tobirama is the Senju's second in command and it makes no sense to just let him... go... What?
"We're fighting over me," he repeats, voice almost, almost managing to sound calm.
Madara looks up again, only this time his nose is brushing Tobirama's cheek.
His eyes are still bafflingly black.
:O
... mada/tobi what the FUCK.
POSTED but... not actually written in march haha welp
-superhero love triangle (zangetsu/grimmjow/ichigo superheroes AU; supervillain grimmjow gets nursed back to health by mysterious antihero zangetsu's mundane friend ichigo. oh no he's cute ensues.)
WIP
-superhero love triangle chapter 2!! (1 056 words) (i stg i posted and ten minutes later i had an idea for more of it. self. self what.)
-bloodsport chapter 3.5 (139 words :X)
-Alpha ichigo/omega grimmjow and his fraccion ABO fic (1 242 words)
-naruto: Alpha Madara/Omega Tobirama and now also beta Izuna wtf ABO fic (9 107 words)
-naruto: Alpha Madara/Alpha Tobirama (2 155 words) (another one?? aaaa)
--superheroes grimmichi AU--
"So what's your name anyway?"
Ichigo smothered a full-body twitch just in time; his pen creaked in his hand, though. A quick glance confirmed what he thought he would find: notorious supervillain Pantera, still sprawled in his bed, long hair spilled everywhere in an unattractive tangled mess of blue and dust and dried blood, skin sallow with blood loss, in Ichigo's bed on Ichigo's sheets stinking up Ichigo's damn pillow, but -- for the first time since the evening of the day before last -- with his eyes open and clear.
"You didn't find that out while you were stalking me before?" he said dryly, putting the cap back on his pen with a firm, annoyed snap of noise.
The futon he'd spent the last two nights on was rolled up and propped against the cupboard and man but he wished he could just drag the asshole down onto it and reclaim his own damn bed. If Pantera lost any more blood he would probably die this time, though, so Ichigo had had to tolerate every single instinct he had demanding he reclaim his den and purify it, probably with fire or something similar. It was making him feel pretty twitchy.
"... Nah," Pantera said, and his voice was strangely casual -- tired but almost pleasant, not intense or haughty or anything. "Wouldn't have been fair."
Ichigo blinked. Wow. He sounded almost like a normal person, instead of a frenzied murder machine.
"You've got a concept of fairness that covers identities but not addresses?"
Pantera's brow furrowed; then his face went blank, empty. He pushed the covers down a little, freeing his chest, and started to roll on his side. Ichigo was leaning over him in the next second to keep him down.
"Stitches! -- Hey."
... And now there was a hand on his wrist. Black and clawed, serrated backwards spines on its knuckles. It closed, tight and then tighter.
"You know what's not fair?" Pantera mused, watching him under heavy, unamused eyelids. "I promised you if you told anyone I was here I'd make the girl pay. And now I'm gonna have to make good on it, or you're gonna think you can fucking clown on me and wander off."
--
Ichigo/Sexta fraccion ABO
--
Shawlong is sitting up on the couch, all terrifyingly long limbs and predatory stillness, looking down at the tangled mess of them.
Looking, he's sure, at Kurosaki.
"Don't," Grimmjow warns quietly.
"Certainly not while he's still tied to you," Shawlong says agreeably, and that's when Grimmjow is sure Kurosaki is asleep, or he would just have pretended not to get it. "You'll probably need him another couple of times."
"Not at all," Grimmjow retorts, and tries to make it a growl; his throat is dry. "He's not a target. I don't know why you got a bee in your bonnet about him but drop it."
Goddamn but he doesn't want to argue with Shawlong while he's still got a dick in him. Ugh. Way to ruin his afterglow. Or his... in-between glow. Mm. He rocks his hips a little bit, testing the tie. Kurosaki's knot still isn't going down.
"You took us here because we had no other choice," Shawlong says quietly. "He welcomed us, I am told, with zero suspicion or hesitation. Then he put his teeth on you and Di Roy and tried to dominate him; and I wonder if he doesn't think he's dominating you, considering all the liberties you allow him. Now I wonder. Is he going to let us leave?"
--
Mada/Tobi/Izuna ABO
--
He'd refused to butt in on Izuna and Anaguma's litter-of-two, proud and devastatingly alone through his early teenage years, but then child hunters had made it moot and now he and Izuna had no one but each other left. Brothers of two separate litters -- different ages, different temperaments and goals, different inheritances -- Izuna's litter had never been raised to rule as his had been, only to support, to assist from the shadows.
Madara still remembered practicing the little tasks of fatherhood on him and Anaguma, and the third babe who hadn't lived to her third month to be named. They were not equals; they would never be.
Hashirama had been the same as Madara. A special secret he'd shared with Madara when nobody else knew, that Madara had kept ever since, even after they were found out and the friendship killed off. Tobirama was the younger, another lone survivor, lone beta sewn raggedly back onto Hashirama's litter to make something almost approaching a strong, healthy set.
A lone omega could not be expected to lead a clan, after all. No trusted advisors, no comfort, no flesh of his flesh to help tend to children, born in threes, in fives, in more. Madara had heard the rumors that Hashirama had been born single, not even a stillborn sib to share a womb with -- and nobody he knew believed them, but confirming Tobirama's true age would have given them too much weight. Unnatural, cursed.
Confirming Tobirama's true sex would make it so much worse.
Two reproductive siblings in the same litter was an aberration. A sign of degeneracy, of calamity to come. Like a child with two faces--
"Get off me, Uchiha."
Tobirama wasn't angry or drug-addled enough to meet his eyes, but he still aimed his glare as close as he could get away with. Dangerously still under Madara, teeth unveiled, and still smelling so wet.
What the hell had Hashirama been thinking, he distantly wondered, still staring, still reeling. Had they planned to wed the Uzumaki set without telling them? Or -- or did the Uzumaki already know, and were planning to pass off Tobirama's children as... as, oh, the Sage preserve them, two reproductive siblings in the same marriage.
Not as disturbing as if they had been alpha and omega, with a chance to breed, but omegas in heat were known to get -- ah, friendly with their own sex, if they couldn't find anything else, and--
"I don't care if the whole Fūma clan attacks us at once. I will see you dead."
How many people were there in the Uzumaki set? Could they even handle two omegas at once? What if they had to -- what if they shared a heat?
What if Hashirama and his own blood-related baby brother shared a heat.
"Madara!"
-- Oh. He was -- leaning a bit close. He just -- that scent, that impossible scent. Izuna would have told him if he'd caught it on the battlefield, sweating hard with effort and often drenched by suiton after suiton. Today's job had been entrapment. Maybe it was fake! Hah. Yes. Maybe that.
Probably that.
He fisted a hand in the tiny puff of a ponytail, dislodging hairpins, forced the Senju's head forward and down, and leaned in to breathe his scent on his tongue.
He had half a second to swear vilely in his mind, and then he had to throw himself to the side and off the Senju to avoid getting gutted like a fish. Tobirama was off like a shot, plunging between the branches.
--
Alpha/alpha mada/tobi
--
It's a reflex to shield his throat. It means Madara's teeth close on his jaw instead, halfway to his chin.
Heavier, too well-braced to topple. Stronger. Fucking crazy.
The bite hurts; and the second bite after that, but the third is more like gnawing, a bruising ache.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he snarls (wheezes), not that he expects a response; his body is vibrating with thwarted fight-or-flight. When he catches a chunk of hair with his free hand and yanks to get those teeth away from his throat Madara only makes another, quieter noise and doesn't budge. Tobirama has no kunai to stab with and the angle is all wrong for a body blow, a hand strike would glance off his skull and he has no distance to get momentum; he can't break necks one-handed, he can't--
Madara's hips roll between his thighs, slow and deliberate.
Tobirama's brain hiccups, or something of the sort.
Another slow roll; more gnawing teeth, more sucking at his bruised jaw; Uchiha Madara hums. Despite himself Tobirama interprets it as approving, or pleased.
No. What? No.
Is that what the stench is? Rut smell? Hashirama has told Tobirama how overpowering his own stink gets, but he's never -- other Senju alphas avoid him when their time comes, or he avoids them, uninterested in fighting over omegas he's not even attracted to the rest of the year.
"Who are we even fighting over?" he chokes out, baffled, heart still hammering, ribs straining against Madara's hold to draw a full breath. He hasn't even met anyone today. Was he getting too close to an omega Madara is interested in? He feels himself flushing in mortification and frustrated rage at the ridiculousness of the situation. He's going to get humped by Uchiha Madara because the asshole got distracted from trying to have sex by fighting him and now he's getting distracted from fighting by wanting to, to --
"You," Madara rasps, and his teeth and his mouth close on Tobirama's earlobe, burning hot and wet.
-- and then Madara will probably be humiliated and furious about it and kill him anyway, or if by miracle he admits it was his own damn fault he'll kill him anyway because Tobirama is the Senju's second in command and it makes no sense to just let him... go... What?
"We're fighting over me," he repeats, voice almost, almost managing to sound calm.
Madara looks up again, only this time his nose is brushing Tobirama's cheek.
His eyes are still bafflingly black.