Femslash Day Fills Post!
Happy International Femslash Day!
Well, I've finished up all the prompts I got, along with fics for several pairings I've intended to do before but never got around to, so here it all is in one easy spot.
(Prompts are listed alphabetically by fandom)
Bayonetta
- Bayonetta/Jeanne, PG-13 (ish), "Practice Makes Perfect" (requested by girlinstilettos )
Bleach
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Well, I've finished up all the prompts I got, along with fics for several pairings I've intended to do before but never got around to, so here it all is in one easy spot.
(Prompts are listed alphabetically by fandom)
Bayonetta
- Bayonetta/Jeanne, PG-13 (ish), "Practice Makes Perfect" (requested by girlinstilettos )
Bleach
- ( Read more... )
Her drinking partner, Soifon, hesitated for a moment-- she was already feeling a little tipsy, and her small glass was nearly full as it was-- but on a rare impulse she held it out and (staggering just a bit) Kuukaku topped her off.
"I *hic* hope you know I've still got *hic* e-early training tommorrow," the smaller of the two grumbled. "This doesn't *hic* r-really change much."
"Hey, even I know there's a difference between inheritin' a Captainship by default an' provin' you've earned it. And after takin' down a legion of Hollows AN' a Menos Grande by yer lonesome? You oughta be proud, kiddo."
Despite her best efforts to act nonchalant about the whole thing, Soifon couldn't help but smile just a little into her drink before gently sipping it.
Kuukaku felt her own smile-- and her eyes-- linger just a bit longer than they should have. For not the first time in the last half-century, Yoruichi's final words before leaving Soul Society echoed in her head.
Keep an eye on her for me.
Shaking her head, the disgraced Shinigami leaned against the grass and stared into the night, stars twinkling distantly as a warm breeze cut through the late summer chill.
"It's funny," Soifon murmured after a moment, her hiccups apparently gone. "...I've spent... all this time trying to get stronger, pushing myself harder and harder, but now that I am..."
She drifted off, suddenly deeply interested in the sky herself, but after all this time Kuukaku had learned to read Soifon a little. Sensing the implication, she wondered if it was wise to pursue the subject before doing so anyway.
"So ya really plan on catchin' her, do ya?"
Soifon was quiet for so long Kuukaku nearly thought she'd passed out. When she finally answered, there was a severity underlying her tone that Kuukaku hadn't heard in a long time.
"...Of course. It's my duty, as... as Captain of the Second Division and the secret police to ensure that no criminals can--"
"I know what Second's supposed t' do, Soifon. But I think we both know it ain't that simple."
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The words bothered Kuukaku more than she wanted to admit (though it could always be the alcohol). She knew it was what she should say, but somehow it felt like an admission of defeat doing so.
"...She loved you, kiddo. I'm sure she still does, wherever the hell she is."
When Soifon said nothing, Kuukaku was sure she'd gone too far. It was so quiet for such a long time that she didn't expect it when Soifon abruptly spoke up.
"...You never did tell me... how you lost your arm."
Surprised by the complete shift in conversation, Kuukaku only chuckled. "I told you kiddo, it ain't that intererestin' a story. Hell, it's practically a given, when you make fireworks for a li--"
She didn't notice Soifon had shifted next to her until the Captain's lips were on hers, didn't have a chance to react until a pair of slightly calloused hands were wrapped on either side of her sharply defined face. For a moment Kuukaku froze, certain she must have either fallen asleep or been drinking harder than she'd figured.
But it was Soifon, warm and strong and beatiful in a way she could never put her finger on but that got its hooks in her nonetheless after fifty long years of trying to ignore it. All she could do was wrap her one good arm around that pale back and pull her closer, kissing her back with quiet eagerness, fingertips tracing along the slight dip of her spine.
Soifon didn't say a word and there was the strong odor of sake on her breath, but she moved with such certainty (even if her fingers were less than dextrous with the knot of Kuukaku's halter top) that Kuukaku's attempt to deter her (more from a looming sense of guilt than a lack of desire) died in her throat. Holding her tighter-- and wishing more than anything at this moment she still had her right arm-- she broke the kiss and wrapped her lips roughly at the pulse point in Soifon's neck, leaving a feverish trail of love bites all the way down to her collarbone.
Gods, she'd wanted this-- hated herself for wanting this-- so long she hardly knew what to do. But Soifon's own hand slid teasingly against her pubic bone, and Kuukaku decided that thought and worry and guilt were better left for tomorrow.
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