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Writing Meme!
Snagged from echoinautumn but modified.
Give me a pairing involving Kira Izuru along with a prompt and I will write you a fic that is no more than five sentences long within 24 hours of receiving your request (Sorry, kids. I just can't do it). ♥
Fulfilled Requests
ShuuKira
As Slowly and Beautifully as the Sunrise for barukode's prompt "Listless".
Shuuhei pulls Izuru gently across the sheets by his arms, up against his body and closer to his side. Eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, and he watches as Izuru tilts his head up and opens his eyes slowly-beautifully. Izuru blinks once, twice, then yawns and stretches his back before letting out a long, drawn out sigh and snuggling closer to Shuuhei’s side.
“Good morning,” he whispers into Shuuhei’s skin.
“Good morning,” Shuuhei agrees.
Face the Music and Dance for haruyan's prompt "Playing Koto".
It’s the softest in his room so he leaves, following the melancholy notes out the dark empty corridors until he’s out in the gardens, his feet bare on the wet grass and dressed in nothing but a light yukata. Izuru looks up at him from where he is sitting bathed in dim moonlight that colours his blond hair and fair skin a dull gray.
“Did I wake you?” he asks, his fingers freezing over the strings of his koto and Shuuhei smiles and shakes his head before stepping closer to the blond and moving to lie on his back with his arms pillowed under his head.
He can see the stars.
“Keep playing,” he whispers before closing his eyes, and Izuru, smiling gently, obeys.
I've Got a Feeling That Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night for letainajup's prompt "Grades".
“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” Izuru says plainly even as he lets the older student push him back into the cushions with insistent hands. He tries to be disapproving, he swears he does, but Hisagi Shuuhei has a way of touching him just-oh!-right and it’s enough to make Izuru almost forget all the important things as rational thought goes flying out the window and he’s reduced to a quivering mess of stifled moans, choked cries, and breathless pleas.
But Izuru is the more responsible one between the two of them-he really is (someone has to be)-which is why, when things get to the point where they‘re just one step from being unable to turn back for the next two hours (at least), he pulls away from the brunet. “You have a test tomorrow,” he says breathlessly, “and grades to keep up, Hisagi Shuuhei.” He tries to be stern to dissuade the older student, tries to glare his hardest at him, but Shuuhei only smiles and gives him a kiss that makes his toes curl and his nerves sing and really, why is he even worrying; Shuuhei is SO going to ace that test.
It's Surprisingly Easy, Saying Goodbye for ganja_chan's prompt "You be good and don't you miss me".
“So I’ll see you when I get back,” Shuuhei says, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously as he and Izuru stand together by the senkaimon trying to ignore the other shinigami waiting for their lieutenant to lead them through the gate and into the transient world.
“You will,” the younger shinigami replies and smiles despite the anxiety he feels just from looking at the forbidding darkness he could see beyond the gate when he looks past the brunet.
Shuuhei goes red in the ears--a sight that does well to quell the blond’s worrying--and he looks at Izuru embarrassedly before saying “You be good and don’t miss me, all right?” and making Izuru laugh.
“I can’t promise you that,” the blond says boldy before reaching out and pulling Shuuhei to him so he can kiss him on the cheek. “I’m going to miss you no matter what you say.”
'Cause All of the Stars Are Fading Away for kwansan's prompt "Shooting Stars".
“There’s no way you can make a wish for each of them,” a voice says softly, and it, no matter how soft, shatters the silence and makes Izuru look up. Hisagi Shuuhei is on the tree branches above him, and he motions for him to come down and join him, which the brunet does, jumping down and landing lightly on his feet before sitting next the blond.
“You wanna bet?” Izuru says in answer to his friend’s statement but Shuuhei appears not to have heard him as he shimmies his body along the grass until he’s comfortably on his back, staring up at the sky. Izuru finds that if he looks closely enough he can see the meteor shower reflected in the brunet’s dark eyes, and he can’t help but stare at them until the light in them changes and he looks up in time to see the last shooting star dart across the sky.
When he looks at his friend again Shuuhei has his eyes closed and his eyebrows drawn together as if in deep concentration so Izuru, closing his own eyes, makes one last wish of his own.
A Butterfly With A Broken Wing for ceestar's prompt "Zanpakutou".
One look, one breath-the briefest of instants when storm grey eyes met deep blue-was all the warning he got before he was swept away, the crunch of chains being wrought apart nearly as loud as his cry of pain as he was wrenched free, and then they were soaring, flitting past ruined buildings and brightly burning fires. Wracked with pain Izuru swooned, his head listing against a solid chest, body trembling from fear that was still too fresh, yet his entire being reached out for Wabisuke even as his savior carried him and used shunpo to get as much distance between them and the renegade zanpakutou as possible.
“How could that thing have been born from your soul?” Shuuhei asked him at some point, his voice tight with worry and anger, and Izuru’s mind reeled-whether from the blood loss or the blur of their surroundings whipping past them, he didn’t know-as he tried to formulate a reply.
“Take me back,” was all he said, struggling to remain conscious, and he forced himself to look at Shuuhei, his eyes trying to convey his need even as they slowly drifted shut. Shuuhei didn’t answer but Izuru felt the arms around him tighten resolutely, and he sighed in defeat (or relief?) before slipping into darkness and passing out.
Say Goodnight as the World Falls Apart for midoripanda's prompt "Nightmare".
With a shuddering gasp he is torn from his sleep-body tensing, his voice caught in his throat so he can’t even scream. There is movement on the mattress as arms wrap around him, turning him firmly but gently until he is lying on his side facing the only other occupant in the room.
“Just a bad dream, ‘zuru,” Shuuhei says, his arms tightening around the blond just a little, and Izuru moves even closer until he is flush with the brunet’s body, his head tucked under Shuuhei’s chin, cheek on his lover’s chest.
“I dreamed that you...I thought...” he stammers then trails off, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Shuuhei, holding him tight if only to make sure he is there at all and that he had not lost him to this senseless war.
“I’m here,” Shuuhei whispers softly, his breath fanning out over blond’s forehead and hair, sending shivers along Izuru’s spine. “I’m here.”
RenjiKira
Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining for echoinautumn's prompt:
"But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
like a heartbeat, drives you mad
in the stillness of remembering what you had
and what you lost"
The room is so silent that Izuru can hear his heart beating in his own chest and it makes him uncomfortable where he lies, makes him squirm in the sheets, until he gives up trying to sleep and opens his eyes.
Why he still expects to see Renji lying beside him he doesn’t know; it’s been a while-been long enough-but he still aches to see red hair splayed out over the sheets and the contrast of dark ink against much lighter skin on the bed beside him, can’t help but cringe and break a little inside when he doesn’t.
“Bastard,” he whispers to no one and hopes Shuuhei doesn’t hear him where he’s lying asleep alongside Izuru, his arms wrapped around the blond’s waist. Izuru shifts against the mattress and turns in the brunet’s arms to press his ear against Shuuhei’s chest and listen to his heartbeat.
It doesn’t feel the same.
KiraHina
On the Windowpane Outside, A New World Made of Snow for edge_chan's prompt "Snow".
“It’s snowing,” Izuru says, looking up at the sky, and it sounds so much like an apology that Momo has to let out a quiet peal of laughter as delicate as snowflakes themselves.
The snow had started falling early in the morning, only a little after dawn, and she had watched them through the window, basking in the refreshing chill, until the glass misted over and all she could see was white.
Momo loves snow, and she smiles and tips her head back so that snowflakes fall across her face like cold kisses until warm hands cup her cheek and turn her head so they can brush the snow away. Blue eyes gaze at her fondly, a silent admonition crinkling the corners of the blond's eyes. She giggles then and sidles up Izuru’s side for warmth she doesn’t need but appreciates all the same.
WabisukeKira
You've Got Your Ball, You've Got Your Chain Tied to Me Tight. Tie Me Up Again. for annieroo2's prompt "Forever".
There is no such thing as forever, and in the end it was all for nothing, this idea that they were one, this chain that linked them together-the bond that neither of them chose to share.
“Why?” Izuru whispers, falling to his knees on the ground, his useless-soulless-katana slipping from his listless grip, his eyes over-bright from the agony of this second betrayal. It’s wrong, Wabisuke knows it in the very depth of his soul-yes, his soul, his own-but he can’t stop himself from pulling harder at the chains until Izuru jerks and cries out from the pain, head lowered and back bowed in an apology Wabisuke has seen too many times.
“Why not?” Wabisuke answers coldy, his hand tightening on the hilt of his own katana to stop its trembling, before he indulges in the irony of telling Izuru to raise his head one last time.
This ends now.
SoifonKira
Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee for tinni's prompt "Honey".
Soifon doesn’t realize she still has honey on her fingers until there’s a golden smear of it on her companion’s cheek.
The blond-shit, she doesn’t even know his name-blinks and shifts a little under her, pulling himself up by his arms so he can get comfortable. As comfortable as one can get with his hands ties to the headboard, anyway. He opens his mouth to say something, and she hushes him quickly with a finger to his lips and scowls because this isn’t what she wants-words, names, sentiments, emotions-she doesn’t want them, doesn’t need them-not from him.
“Quiet,” she says slowly, dangerously, and the blue-eyed blond-what was his name-goes still beneath her in surrender, tensing up only slightly when she lowers herself to lick the honey off his skin.
Writing Meme!
Snagged from echoinautumn but modified.
Give me a pairing involving Kira Izuru along with a prompt and I will write you a fic that is no more than five sentences long within 24 hours of receiving your request (Sorry, kids. I just can't do it). ♥
Fulfilled Requests
ShuuKira
As Slowly and Beautifully as the Sunrise for barukode's prompt "Listless".
Shuuhei pulls Izuru gently across the sheets by his arms, up against his body and closer to his side. Eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings, and he watches as Izuru tilts his head up and opens his eyes slowly-beautifully. Izuru blinks once, twice, then yawns and stretches his back before letting out a long, drawn out sigh and snuggling closer to Shuuhei’s side.
“Good morning,” he whispers into Shuuhei’s skin.
“Good morning,” Shuuhei agrees.
Face the Music and Dance for haruyan's prompt "Playing Koto".
It’s the softest in his room so he leaves, following the melancholy notes out the dark empty corridors until he’s out in the gardens, his feet bare on the wet grass and dressed in nothing but a light yukata. Izuru looks up at him from where he is sitting bathed in dim moonlight that colours his blond hair and fair skin a dull gray.
“Did I wake you?” he asks, his fingers freezing over the strings of his koto and Shuuhei smiles and shakes his head before stepping closer to the blond and moving to lie on his back with his arms pillowed under his head.
He can see the stars.
“Keep playing,” he whispers before closing his eyes, and Izuru, smiling gently, obeys.
I've Got a Feeling That Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night for letainajup's prompt "Grades".
“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” Izuru says plainly even as he lets the older student push him back into the cushions with insistent hands. He tries to be disapproving, he swears he does, but Hisagi Shuuhei has a way of touching him just-oh!-right and it’s enough to make Izuru almost forget all the important things as rational thought goes flying out the window and he’s reduced to a quivering mess of stifled moans, choked cries, and breathless pleas.
But Izuru is the more responsible one between the two of them-he really is (someone has to be)-which is why, when things get to the point where they‘re just one step from being unable to turn back for the next two hours (at least), he pulls away from the brunet. “You have a test tomorrow,” he says breathlessly, “and grades to keep up, Hisagi Shuuhei.” He tries to be stern to dissuade the older student, tries to glare his hardest at him, but Shuuhei only smiles and gives him a kiss that makes his toes curl and his nerves sing and really, why is he even worrying; Shuuhei is SO going to ace that test.
It's Surprisingly Easy, Saying Goodbye for ganja_chan's prompt "You be good and don't you miss me".
“So I’ll see you when I get back,” Shuuhei says, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously as he and Izuru stand together by the senkaimon trying to ignore the other shinigami waiting for their lieutenant to lead them through the gate and into the transient world.
“You will,” the younger shinigami replies and smiles despite the anxiety he feels just from looking at the forbidding darkness he could see beyond the gate when he looks past the brunet.
Shuuhei goes red in the ears--a sight that does well to quell the blond’s worrying--and he looks at Izuru embarrassedly before saying “You be good and don’t miss me, all right?” and making Izuru laugh.
“I can’t promise you that,” the blond says boldy before reaching out and pulling Shuuhei to him so he can kiss him on the cheek. “I’m going to miss you no matter what you say.”
'Cause All of the Stars Are Fading Away for kwansan's prompt "Shooting Stars".
“There’s no way you can make a wish for each of them,” a voice says softly, and it, no matter how soft, shatters the silence and makes Izuru look up. Hisagi Shuuhei is on the tree branches above him, and he motions for him to come down and join him, which the brunet does, jumping down and landing lightly on his feet before sitting next the blond.
“You wanna bet?” Izuru says in answer to his friend’s statement but Shuuhei appears not to have heard him as he shimmies his body along the grass until he’s comfortably on his back, staring up at the sky. Izuru finds that if he looks closely enough he can see the meteor shower reflected in the brunet’s dark eyes, and he can’t help but stare at them until the light in them changes and he looks up in time to see the last shooting star dart across the sky.
When he looks at his friend again Shuuhei has his eyes closed and his eyebrows drawn together as if in deep concentration so Izuru, closing his own eyes, makes one last wish of his own.
A Butterfly With A Broken Wing for ceestar's prompt "Zanpakutou".
One look, one breath-the briefest of instants when storm grey eyes met deep blue-was all the warning he got before he was swept away, the crunch of chains being wrought apart nearly as loud as his cry of pain as he was wrenched free, and then they were soaring, flitting past ruined buildings and brightly burning fires. Wracked with pain Izuru swooned, his head listing against a solid chest, body trembling from fear that was still too fresh, yet his entire being reached out for Wabisuke even as his savior carried him and used shunpo to get as much distance between them and the renegade zanpakutou as possible.
“How could that thing have been born from your soul?” Shuuhei asked him at some point, his voice tight with worry and anger, and Izuru’s mind reeled-whether from the blood loss or the blur of their surroundings whipping past them, he didn’t know-as he tried to formulate a reply.
“Take me back,” was all he said, struggling to remain conscious, and he forced himself to look at Shuuhei, his eyes trying to convey his need even as they slowly drifted shut. Shuuhei didn’t answer but Izuru felt the arms around him tighten resolutely, and he sighed in defeat (or relief?) before slipping into darkness and passing out.
Say Goodnight as the World Falls Apart for midoripanda's prompt "Nightmare".
With a shuddering gasp he is torn from his sleep-body tensing, his voice caught in his throat so he can’t even scream. There is movement on the mattress as arms wrap around him, turning him firmly but gently until he is lying on his side facing the only other occupant in the room.
“Just a bad dream, ‘zuru,” Shuuhei says, his arms tightening around the blond just a little, and Izuru moves even closer until he is flush with the brunet’s body, his head tucked under Shuuhei’s chin, cheek on his lover’s chest.
“I dreamed that you...I thought...” he stammers then trails off, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Shuuhei, holding him tight if only to make sure he is there at all and that he had not lost him to this senseless war.
“I’m here,” Shuuhei whispers softly, his breath fanning out over blond’s forehead and hair, sending shivers along Izuru’s spine. “I’m here.”
RenjiKira
Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining for echoinautumn's prompt:
"But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
like a heartbeat, drives you mad
in the stillness of remembering what you had
and what you lost"
The room is so silent that Izuru can hear his heart beating in his own chest and it makes him uncomfortable where he lies, makes him squirm in the sheets, until he gives up trying to sleep and opens his eyes.
Why he still expects to see Renji lying beside him he doesn’t know; it’s been a while-been long enough-but he still aches to see red hair splayed out over the sheets and the contrast of dark ink against much lighter skin on the bed beside him, can’t help but cringe and break a little inside when he doesn’t.
“Bastard,” he whispers to no one and hopes Shuuhei doesn’t hear him where he’s lying asleep alongside Izuru, his arms wrapped around the blond’s waist. Izuru shifts against the mattress and turns in the brunet’s arms to press his ear against Shuuhei’s chest and listen to his heartbeat.
It doesn’t feel the same.
KiraHina
On the Windowpane Outside, A New World Made of Snow for edge_chan's prompt "Snow".
“It’s snowing,” Izuru says, looking up at the sky, and it sounds so much like an apology that Momo has to let out a quiet peal of laughter as delicate as snowflakes themselves.
The snow had started falling early in the morning, only a little after dawn, and she had watched them through the window, basking in the refreshing chill, until the glass misted over and all she could see was white.
Momo loves snow, and she smiles and tips her head back so that snowflakes fall across her face like cold kisses until warm hands cup her cheek and turn her head so they can brush the snow away. Blue eyes gaze at her fondly, a silent admonition crinkling the corners of the blond's eyes. She giggles then and sidles up Izuru’s side for warmth she doesn’t need but appreciates all the same.
WabisukeKira
You've Got Your Ball, You've Got Your Chain Tied to Me Tight. Tie Me Up Again. for annieroo2's prompt "Forever".
There is no such thing as forever, and in the end it was all for nothing, this idea that they were one, this chain that linked them together-the bond that neither of them chose to share.
“Why?” Izuru whispers, falling to his knees on the ground, his useless-soulless-katana slipping from his listless grip, his eyes over-bright from the agony of this second betrayal. It’s wrong, Wabisuke knows it in the very depth of his soul-yes, his soul, his own-but he can’t stop himself from pulling harder at the chains until Izuru jerks and cries out from the pain, head lowered and back bowed in an apology Wabisuke has seen too many times.
“Why not?” Wabisuke answers coldy, his hand tightening on the hilt of his own katana to stop its trembling, before he indulges in the irony of telling Izuru to raise his head one last time.
This ends now.
SoifonKira
Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee for tinni's prompt "Honey".
Soifon doesn’t realize she still has honey on her fingers until there’s a golden smear of it on her companion’s cheek.
The blond-shit, she doesn’t even know his name-blinks and shifts a little under her, pulling himself up by his arms so he can get comfortable. As comfortable as one can get with his hands ties to the headboard, anyway. He opens his mouth to say something, and she hushes him quickly with a finger to his lips and scowls because this isn’t what she wants-words, names, sentiments, emotions-she doesn’t want them, doesn’t need them-not from him.
“Quiet,” she says slowly, dangerously, and the blue-eyed blond-what was his name-goes still beneath her in surrender, tensing up only slightly when she lowers herself to lick the honey off his skin.