[FIC] Quincy Archer Has Enough Nightmares, Thank You (for measuringlife)
This is for measuringlife's genderswitch request.
Title: Quincy Archer Has Enough Nightmares, Thank You
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of periods. Hahaha.
Fandom: Bleach
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It had not been a pleasant dream either - he had been dreaming of Kon managing to bitchslap him into next Tuesday. A plushie against a Quincy, especially one armed with sewing needles? Come on. It was ridiculous and frightening all at once.
He felt some softnesses move, and gave a little smile. Orihime was sleeping.
He then woke up fully.
There was blood on the bed.
And screamed.
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"Calm down, Uryuu-kun. Calm down." Orihime had found some clean clothes of hers and had thrust them onto - well, what was now a her, so Uryuu could at least feel modest. She didn't think this strange, helping Uryuu feel modest about the fact he was now quite female. "Not much has changed, really. Don't worry about it."
"Blood. Sheets. Why is there blood on the sheets?"
Orihime held up a finger, waggling it. "See, when girls become women..."
"Oh." Uryuu reached out for the offered jeans and shirt, uncurling up from what appeared to be a sitting fetal position. "It hurts."
"We need to go grocery shopping, and cook, and wash the sheets..."
This made the now-female Quincy look even more pale. She didn't want Orihime to cook by herself, and they had shared the cooking duties up to now. Plus, the sheets were really her fault, weren't they? "Can't we just... order delivery, or something? Sure we can. I have some spare change...wouldn't have to go out..."
Orihime gave a glance at him. Her. Uryuu. "Um, weren't you planning on cooking today?"
"Yeah. I was." Uryuu managed to hide behind a bra, trying to figure out how to fasten it. She knew how to unfasten them, and repair them, but putting them on eluded her.
"I suppose we could go out. There's that curry rice place nearby! CoCoIchi! I hear it's really good!"
"Nonono, let's NOT go out. I am NOT going out like this."
Orihime's face changed. It wasn't 'crestfallen', it was sad and amused all at once. Sort of like she was trying to explain something important to a child, like why that rug or vase that was ruined was so important.
Orihime gently placed a hand on Uryuu's shoulder, and started combing her hair.
"Uryuu-kun...?" Orihime's voice was by the Quincy's ear.
"Mm..?"
"Not much has changed. I still love you."
There was a long pause.
Orihime kept combing gently.
"...can you get me some painkillers? And then... I'll think about going to get curry rice with you. I can't promise much else though..."
Orihime smiled, and nuzzled her, and to Ishida Uryuu it was worth it.
Title: Quincy Archer Has Enough Nightmares, Thank You
Rating: PG-13, for mentions of periods. Hahaha.
Fandom: Bleach
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It had not been a pleasant dream either - he had been dreaming of Kon managing to bitchslap him into next Tuesday. A plushie against a Quincy, especially one armed with sewing needles? Come on. It was ridiculous and frightening all at once.
He felt some softnesses move, and gave a little smile. Orihime was sleeping.
He then woke up fully.
There was blood on the bed.
And screamed.
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"Calm down, Uryuu-kun. Calm down." Orihime had found some clean clothes of hers and had thrust them onto - well, what was now a her, so Uryuu could at least feel modest. She didn't think this strange, helping Uryuu feel modest about the fact he was now quite female. "Not much has changed, really. Don't worry about it."
"Blood. Sheets. Why is there blood on the sheets?"
Orihime held up a finger, waggling it. "See, when girls become women..."
"Oh." Uryuu reached out for the offered jeans and shirt, uncurling up from what appeared to be a sitting fetal position. "It hurts."
"We need to go grocery shopping, and cook, and wash the sheets..."
This made the now-female Quincy look even more pale. She didn't want Orihime to cook by herself, and they had shared the cooking duties up to now. Plus, the sheets were really her fault, weren't they? "Can't we just... order delivery, or something? Sure we can. I have some spare change...wouldn't have to go out..."
Orihime gave a glance at him. Her. Uryuu. "Um, weren't you planning on cooking today?"
"Yeah. I was." Uryuu managed to hide behind a bra, trying to figure out how to fasten it. She knew how to unfasten them, and repair them, but putting them on eluded her.
"I suppose we could go out. There's that curry rice place nearby! CoCoIchi! I hear it's really good!"
"Nonono, let's NOT go out. I am NOT going out like this."
Orihime's face changed. It wasn't 'crestfallen', it was sad and amused all at once. Sort of like she was trying to explain something important to a child, like why that rug or vase that was ruined was so important.
Orihime gently placed a hand on Uryuu's shoulder, and started combing her hair.
"Uryuu-kun...?" Orihime's voice was by the Quincy's ear.
"Mm..?"
"Not much has changed. I still love you."
There was a long pause.
Orihime kept combing gently.
"...can you get me some painkillers? And then... I'll think about going to get curry rice with you. I can't promise much else though..."
Orihime smiled, and nuzzled her, and to Ishida Uryuu it was worth it.