1 Bleach fic
Brave New World
Pairing: Implied Grimmjow/Orihime
Warning/Notes: Spoilers up to the current story arc. I wanted some non-noncon GrimmHime and realized I'd probably just have to write it myself. Not that I don't like noncon.
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Aizen does not expect to see her today. Even less he expected to see her stride in purposefully, cape fluttering behind her, with all ten of his Espada flanking her. The bone flowers in her hair are a testament of his ownership of her power, the loss of herself entirely when the attempt to rescue her failed and her friends escaped with their lives only by her sacrifice.
"Aizen-sama." Orihime says quietly, but in the silence of the stone room her voice echoes a hundred times. "Tomorrow is the first of Winter, when all your plans come to a head, isn't it?"
It's an innocent enough question, but Aizen knows an attempt at a coup when he sees it and he's already sent out a command for Tousen and Gin to come deal with these upstarts. He'll have to make a new team, but oh well. Arrancar are a dime a dozen as far as one such as himself is concerned.
"It is, do you have a problem with that, princess?" He asks with an easy smile, patting the couch next to him in invitation. He gives her the same stare that would make her paralyzed in fear. She doesn't even blink.
"We have thought it over, and come up with a new strategy... Ulquiorra?" Her voice is soft and airy as she casts a sidelong glance at the dour figure to her left. Without a moment's pause, he steps forward, hands folded behind his back until he moves them forward to show Aizen what he's been holding.
Gin and Tousen's heads.
Aizen's zanpakuto is out before anyone can blink, but his shikai and bankai are useless against the shield Orihime has put up around them, rejecting his attacks entirely. It's Aizen's own fault for making her fully grasp her powers. Even as the Espada he made rush him, he at least congratulates himself on the fact that, really, how many can die because they were too damn good?
The fight is over as soon as it started. No epic battles, Orihime is actually surprised at the efficiency of it all.
Of course, all the Arrancar are near-death with their injuries, and Orihime is quick to heal them., no matter how long it takes or how draining it is.
The clock has hit midnight on the first day of winter when she takes Aizen's place on the throne. It feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest, but then she almost laughs like someone in hysteria because she just has a hole where her heart should be, now.
Literally.
Ulquiorra stands at the arm of the throne, to her left. Grimmjow sprawls out on the steps at her feet, making himself comfortable so he can be both possessive and protective and the good large, rabid dog that he is for her. On instinct, Orihime reaches down to thread her fingers through his short hair, gently massaging his scalp in the way she knows he's fond of. It gets him to forgo the thought that it looks rather undignified and rest his head against her knee.
"Orihime-sama,"
"Just 'Orihime', please! 'Sama' sounds so weird!" Orihime is trying to be silly and bright like she usually is, but Ulquiorra's impassive face shows he isn't fooled in the least. Grimmjow's snort voices his thoughts on the matter as well.
"Orihime. Do we attack the human world like Aizen-sama planned?"
"No! No... ...there's nothing for us anymore, there." and Orihime tries not to think of bright red hair and a perpetually scowling face that hides an awkward smile. "Hueco Mundo is our world. Let's make it better."
Pairing: Implied Grimmjow/Orihime
Warning/Notes: Spoilers up to the current story arc. I wanted some non-noncon GrimmHime and realized I'd probably just have to write it myself. Not that I don't like noncon.
2,733
Aizen does not expect to see her today. Even less he expected to see her stride in purposefully, cape fluttering behind her, with all ten of his Espada flanking her. The bone flowers in her hair are a testament of his ownership of her power, the loss of herself entirely when the attempt to rescue her failed and her friends escaped with their lives only by her sacrifice.
"Aizen-sama." Orihime says quietly, but in the silence of the stone room her voice echoes a hundred times. "Tomorrow is the first of Winter, when all your plans come to a head, isn't it?"
It's an innocent enough question, but Aizen knows an attempt at a coup when he sees it and he's already sent out a command for Tousen and Gin to come deal with these upstarts. He'll have to make a new team, but oh well. Arrancar are a dime a dozen as far as one such as himself is concerned.
"It is, do you have a problem with that, princess?" He asks with an easy smile, patting the couch next to him in invitation. He gives her the same stare that would make her paralyzed in fear. She doesn't even blink.
"We have thought it over, and come up with a new strategy... Ulquiorra?" Her voice is soft and airy as she casts a sidelong glance at the dour figure to her left. Without a moment's pause, he steps forward, hands folded behind his back until he moves them forward to show Aizen what he's been holding.
Gin and Tousen's heads.
Aizen's zanpakuto is out before anyone can blink, but his shikai and bankai are useless against the shield Orihime has put up around them, rejecting his attacks entirely. It's Aizen's own fault for making her fully grasp her powers. Even as the Espada he made rush him, he at least congratulates himself on the fact that, really, how many can die because they were too damn good?
The fight is over as soon as it started. No epic battles, Orihime is actually surprised at the efficiency of it all.
Of course, all the Arrancar are near-death with their injuries, and Orihime is quick to heal them., no matter how long it takes or how draining it is.
The clock has hit midnight on the first day of winter when she takes Aizen's place on the throne. It feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest, but then she almost laughs like someone in hysteria because she just has a hole where her heart should be, now.
Literally.
Ulquiorra stands at the arm of the throne, to her left. Grimmjow sprawls out on the steps at her feet, making himself comfortable so he can be both possessive and protective and the good large, rabid dog that he is for her. On instinct, Orihime reaches down to thread her fingers through his short hair, gently massaging his scalp in the way she knows he's fond of. It gets him to forgo the thought that it looks rather undignified and rest his head against her knee.
"Orihime-sama,"
"Just 'Orihime', please! 'Sama' sounds so weird!" Orihime is trying to be silly and bright like she usually is, but Ulquiorra's impassive face shows he isn't fooled in the least. Grimmjow's snort voices his thoughts on the matter as well.
"Orihime. Do we attack the human world like Aizen-sama planned?"
"No! No... ...there's nothing for us anymore, there." and Orihime tries not to think of bright red hair and a perpetually scowling face that hides an awkward smile. "Hueco Mundo is our world. Let's make it better."