FIC: Not Medea [HitsuMatsu] 1/1

[shortitude]

Title: Not Medea
Author: Cella [stereotype_vamp]
Fandom:BLEACH
Ship: Hitsugaya/Matsumoto (10th Division taichou/fukutaichou is ♥)
Summary: If there is one thing she is not, it’s a traitor to her own kin. RANGIKU. TOUSHIROU. The wonders of falling in love with your superiors.
Spoilers: Soul Society arc, Arrancar-arc, and speculating.
Dedications: To ran_huo, who

Comments

Applause and *whisper* more presents....

[abandonreality]

Very nice. I thought it was very sweet and not too OOC. I like the Medea angle too. It was always a favorite of mine in college, we studied the play by Euripides.

Psst - more cheesecake for you, can your heart take it? This one kind of relates to your fic "Like a Greek Tragedy" *teehee*

http://pics.livejournal.com/ardane1/pic/0001hyg8/g77

Re: Applause and *whisper* more presents....

[aimakichan]

WHOA. i ♥ u. Definitely adding this to my mems. XD

Re: Applause and *whisper* more presents....

[shortitude]

OMG!!! ::dies and goes to Soul Society::
OMG!!! I adore that! Buttsies!

[aimakichan]

OMG. *glomps all over this fic*

I really love Matsumoto's daydream of adult!Toushirou. Honestly, I can't quite imagine it myself, so I need to look for some fanart now. XD

[abandonreality]

How is this?

http://pics.livejournal.com/ardane1/pic/0001skwp/g77

[aimakichan]

*#&!(#$&!#%(^!#% ♥♥♥ you!!

[shortitude]

YES! YESYESYESYES!!!

[our_innocence]

AGEGHQDGVWRGHY@WRH

So much love!

:: goes off to write ::

[shortitude]

::grins happily:: Okaaaay!

[cal_reflector]

Some typos that could've been fixed, but its so unusual and such a pleasure to read a story told by Matsumoto for a change. The passages describing Matsumoto's observation and imagination of adult-Toushirou and her steadily progressing feelings were great.

[shortitude]

Considering the fact that all my HitsuMatsu fics seem to be...repetitive, I thought I'd change and give Matsumoto the voice of reason. Glad you liked!

[anonymous]

I hate you. You almost make me cry. No, I'm crying. Grr.