Monthly word count - april
TOTAL: 11 266! not horrible.
POSTED: none!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach ABO with Ichigo and Grimmjow's fraccion (428 words. why am i stuck, it's finally the porn??? agh.)
-Grimmichi superheroes AU chapter 2 (...41... words...)
-Bloodsport chapter 3.5 (grimmichi in space) (459 words)
-Madara/Tobirama/Izuna naruto ABO thing (10 338 words, yeeeah all the bunnies went in that didn't they.)
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Bleach ABO (talking about nnoitra and nel)
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Kurosaki yawns. "Mnh. Nah. Just got... Tiny for a bit."
"Didn't get any less annoying though," Grimmjow replies dryly. Kurosaki huffs against his shoulder blade, amused and chiding all at once. He's still just as loose as he was when he was asleep. That guy, seriously.
"Nnoitra missed her too, then?" Shawlong asks, and he looks a little -- reluctantly -- amused. "Is he dead too?"
Grimmjow shrugs, eyes half-closed with released tension. "Some shinigami captain got them, I think. Him and Tesla. Mneh. Fucker deserved it. Shoulda learned to aim, fucking tool."
His fracción cackle. Sure, winning a good fight's something they all love, but first of all -- you can't have a rematch if you're dead, now can you.
He thinks he was -- not quite forgetting that, back against the Quincies, just.
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Superheroes AU
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"So what's this I hear about you feeding a stray cat?"
Ichigo gave the phone resting on the table a betrayed look, and then turned it to his sister. Yuzu only hummed distractedly.
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Bloodsport
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The return trip was long, and boring, and weird.
The first four days of it, he spent sleeping on and off, wedged in the highest bunk of the cabin he shared with three of his fraccion. Eating whatever Di Roy and Edrad put in front of his face and then going right back to dozing. Letting Shawlong pilot him to the showers, scrubbing on automatic, and wandering back to his den. He could climb back on his own; he just didn't really want to be anywhere else. The cabin was quiet and dim and he had a good vantage point on the door, so he was satisfied.
Getting drained down to the dregs, and then drained again having to stand and run back to the shuttle -- it had slowed down his recuperating. He'd known it would take him a while, but damn. He didn't even have enough energy to mind. He had a safe place and nothing urgent to do, so he concentrated on that.
On day four fucking Nnoitra keyed the door open and leered over the edge of Grimmjow's bunk, his hair brushing the ceiling. Grimmjow swiped a claws-tipped hand at him.
"You really are worthless," he laughed. "Get up."
"Fuck the entire way off," Grimmjow growled back, and startled himself at how raspy his voice was.
"Everyone is bored to tears and you've got a story to share. Get up."
A story? What? Frowning, Grimmjow lifted his head off the pillow, squinted at Shawlong over Nnoitra's shoulder. His second was standing at the door looking harassed, and made a faint moue like an apology for failing to keep the asshole out.
"Unless you only survived because he tripped on a rock and stabbed himself with his own horns, then I understand why you'd shut the fuck up."
... Oh. Yeah. That story.
He wasn't gonna get away with avoiding the topic very much longer, was he. Grimmjow sat up in his bunk, raking the tangled mess of his hair out of his face. Most of it immediately slopped back down over his forehead. "Alright, fuck off. I gotta shower first."
Nnoitra looked smug, stepping back only to cross his arms, making a show of waiting. Grimmjow swung his legs over the edge of his bunk and glowered. They were almost at eye level like this. Why did the fucker have to make himself so tall all the damn time? He didn't even fit through the doors like this. Was it some kind of endurance training for his full resurreccion? Maybe Grimmjow should try that too...
Ugh. Distracted. Not good, in the middle of that particular pack of hyenas.
"You gonna hold my dick for me as I piss, Gilga? Fuck off, I said. I'm coming."
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MadaTobiIzu ABO
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His face was drawn, pearling with sweat under the moonlight; heat radiated through his clothes, through Madara's gloves. Madara could see much too much of his chest -- the glimpse of a pebbled nipple, clenched abdominal muscles.
With all the bumps and bursts of speed of a treetop chase it would have been easier for Tobirama to let himself slump against Madara's chest, to let his head rest against Madara's shoulder, but this he seemed entirely unwilling to allow himself.
"How bad?" Madara asked again after a minute had passed, terse and no-nonsense.
"If you shifted -- your forearm, three inches down." He paused; tried to make it sound deliberate. Madara scrunched his eyebrows.
"Uh huh?"
"I'd be sitting directly on it. And I would have come already."
Madara's foot skidded on wet moss, chakra failing to catch a steady hold, and he almost propelled the two of them face first against a trunk.
The noise Tobirama made as he was jostled --
(...)
He checked on the other Uchihas in a quick glance; a few had detached to lay false tracks but the bulk of them were racing alongside the same path. Madara was one of the last, but not the last. He nodded at Izuna, tilted his head to indicate Rokurō behind him, made the 'switch' gesture.
Good enough. Not good enough, but there wasn't really a better choice, was there? He wanted to yell and throw his hands in the air and spend the next fifteen minutes swearing and cursing the gods. That mission with Sabi and Kijitora and the stolen cows suddenly didn't look so mortifying anymore, did it.
The next time he landed, he made sure to do it hard. Tobirama's back straightened like a released crossbow.
And again. And a third.
"--Madara."
God, he sounded raw -- breathless, choked. Angry, too.
"I don't care if you come," Madara said, staring straight ahead. "So long as you don't piss on me that still won't be the worst thing I've ever had to deal with."
A long, tense pause -- and then Tobirama said drolly, "Well, that almost quelled my heat single-handedly."
POSTED: none!
IN PROGRESS
-Bleach ABO with Ichigo and Grimmjow's fraccion (428 words. why am i stuck, it's finally the porn??? agh.)
-Grimmichi superheroes AU chapter 2 (...41... words...)
-Bloodsport chapter 3.5 (grimmichi in space) (459 words)
-Madara/Tobirama/Izuna naruto ABO thing (10 338 words, yeeeah all the bunnies went in that didn't they.)
--
Bleach ABO (talking about nnoitra and nel)
--
Kurosaki yawns. "Mnh. Nah. Just got... Tiny for a bit."
"Didn't get any less annoying though," Grimmjow replies dryly. Kurosaki huffs against his shoulder blade, amused and chiding all at once. He's still just as loose as he was when he was asleep. That guy, seriously.
"Nnoitra missed her too, then?" Shawlong asks, and he looks a little -- reluctantly -- amused. "Is he dead too?"
Grimmjow shrugs, eyes half-closed with released tension. "Some shinigami captain got them, I think. Him and Tesla. Mneh. Fucker deserved it. Shoulda learned to aim, fucking tool."
His fracción cackle. Sure, winning a good fight's something they all love, but first of all -- you can't have a rematch if you're dead, now can you.
He thinks he was -- not quite forgetting that, back against the Quincies, just.
--
Superheroes AU
--
"So what's this I hear about you feeding a stray cat?"
Ichigo gave the phone resting on the table a betrayed look, and then turned it to his sister. Yuzu only hummed distractedly.
--
Bloodsport
--
The return trip was long, and boring, and weird.
The first four days of it, he spent sleeping on and off, wedged in the highest bunk of the cabin he shared with three of his fraccion. Eating whatever Di Roy and Edrad put in front of his face and then going right back to dozing. Letting Shawlong pilot him to the showers, scrubbing on automatic, and wandering back to his den. He could climb back on his own; he just didn't really want to be anywhere else. The cabin was quiet and dim and he had a good vantage point on the door, so he was satisfied.
Getting drained down to the dregs, and then drained again having to stand and run back to the shuttle -- it had slowed down his recuperating. He'd known it would take him a while, but damn. He didn't even have enough energy to mind. He had a safe place and nothing urgent to do, so he concentrated on that.
On day four fucking Nnoitra keyed the door open and leered over the edge of Grimmjow's bunk, his hair brushing the ceiling. Grimmjow swiped a claws-tipped hand at him.
"You really are worthless," he laughed. "Get up."
"Fuck the entire way off," Grimmjow growled back, and startled himself at how raspy his voice was.
"Everyone is bored to tears and you've got a story to share. Get up."
A story? What? Frowning, Grimmjow lifted his head off the pillow, squinted at Shawlong over Nnoitra's shoulder. His second was standing at the door looking harassed, and made a faint moue like an apology for failing to keep the asshole out.
"Unless you only survived because he tripped on a rock and stabbed himself with his own horns, then I understand why you'd shut the fuck up."
... Oh. Yeah. That story.
He wasn't gonna get away with avoiding the topic very much longer, was he. Grimmjow sat up in his bunk, raking the tangled mess of his hair out of his face. Most of it immediately slopped back down over his forehead. "Alright, fuck off. I gotta shower first."
Nnoitra looked smug, stepping back only to cross his arms, making a show of waiting. Grimmjow swung his legs over the edge of his bunk and glowered. They were almost at eye level like this. Why did the fucker have to make himself so tall all the damn time? He didn't even fit through the doors like this. Was it some kind of endurance training for his full resurreccion? Maybe Grimmjow should try that too...
Ugh. Distracted. Not good, in the middle of that particular pack of hyenas.
"You gonna hold my dick for me as I piss, Gilga? Fuck off, I said. I'm coming."
--
MadaTobiIzu ABO
--
His face was drawn, pearling with sweat under the moonlight; heat radiated through his clothes, through Madara's gloves. Madara could see much too much of his chest -- the glimpse of a pebbled nipple, clenched abdominal muscles.
With all the bumps and bursts of speed of a treetop chase it would have been easier for Tobirama to let himself slump against Madara's chest, to let his head rest against Madara's shoulder, but this he seemed entirely unwilling to allow himself.
"How bad?" Madara asked again after a minute had passed, terse and no-nonsense.
"If you shifted -- your forearm, three inches down." He paused; tried to make it sound deliberate. Madara scrunched his eyebrows.
"Uh huh?"
"I'd be sitting directly on it. And I would have come already."
Madara's foot skidded on wet moss, chakra failing to catch a steady hold, and he almost propelled the two of them face first against a trunk.
The noise Tobirama made as he was jostled --
(...)
He checked on the other Uchihas in a quick glance; a few had detached to lay false tracks but the bulk of them were racing alongside the same path. Madara was one of the last, but not the last. He nodded at Izuna, tilted his head to indicate Rokurō behind him, made the 'switch' gesture.
Good enough. Not good enough, but there wasn't really a better choice, was there? He wanted to yell and throw his hands in the air and spend the next fifteen minutes swearing and cursing the gods. That mission with Sabi and Kijitora and the stolen cows suddenly didn't look so mortifying anymore, did it.
The next time he landed, he made sure to do it hard. Tobirama's back straightened like a released crossbow.
And again. And a third.
"--Madara."
God, he sounded raw -- breathless, choked. Angry, too.
"I don't care if you come," Madara said, staring straight ahead. "So long as you don't piss on me that still won't be the worst thing I've ever had to deal with."
A long, tense pause -- and then Tobirama said drolly, "Well, that almost quelled my heat single-handedly."