Title: Ouch
Characters: Kyouraku & Ukitake
Rating: G
Prompt: Hangover
A/N: First
drabble prompt. Not too obscure, though I gave it a twist.
“Uuuugh…” He clutches his head, unsteadily moving through his quarters. In
the hall, he almost trips over the straw hat tossed carelessly on the floor. He
can’t remember throwing it there. Then again, he can’t remember much of the
journey from the eighth district tavern to Seireitei.
The sunlight’s blinding; he shields his eyes from it as he heads into the
kitchen.
“I’ve no sympathy for you whatsoever,” says an amused voice from behind him,
as he retrieves a glass of water. “Your behaviour last night was appalling.”
“Please,” groans Ukitake, leaning over the sink. “Don’t shout so loud,
Shunsui.”
Title: Outerwear
Characters: Hanatarou & Matsumoto
Rating: PG
Prompt: Penance
A/N: Getting a bit sillier now. I feel so sorry for poor Hanatarou - he always gets
the rough end of the deal.
Hanatarou’s a firm believer that good begets good. He doesn’t think twice
about pushing open the 10th Division office door to deliver a stack of
reports. After all, Kuchiki Byakuya-dono had seemed very busy when Hanatarou’d
spotted him - it was all he could do to help.
He’s not counting on finding Rangiku-san in a state of undress, however.
Hanatarou nearly swallows his tongue, leaves of paper flying up in the air as
he flails and runs away.
Two days later, Hanatarou finds himself donning a D-cup bra over his robe.
Shame-faced, he accepts his punishment like a good boy.
Title: An
Important Opinion
Characters: Yumichika & Shuuhei
Rating: PG
Prompt: Uniform
A/N: Because it's
so easy to play on Yumichika's vanity. Plus, Shuuhei is hot - who wouldn't value
his opinion? ;)
“This’s just…” Muttering to himself, Yumichika fiddles with his sleeves.
First he rolls them up, then rolls them down. “Ridiculous.”
Needless to say, the new 11th Division uniforms do not go down well.
Face lacking its usual pleasant smirk, Yumichika storms the streets of
Seireitei, embarrassed to be wearing such a monstrosity.
Rounding a sharp corner, he bumps into a tall, firm figure. “Watch it-” He
stops, blinks.
Hisagi Shuuhei stares back with his customary stoicism. “Is that a new
uniform, Yumichika-san?” he inquires softly. “Very nice.”
Foregoing his trip to headquarters, Yumichika changes direction, heading for
the nearest mirror.
Title: Spark of Heat
Pairing: Renji/ichigo
Rating: PG
Prompt: Cold
A/N: Drabble prompt from Akuni. This was a little tricky, but I got there in the end!
Ichigo hated the despairing look on
Renji’s face whenever he went to kiss him. He hated the coldness in Renji’s
kisses even more.
“You can’t change what happened.” Ichigo knelt before the red-head one evening,
late-light seeping through their bedroom window shutters. “Those trainees died,
but it wasn’t your fault.” He was at a loss; drawing back his fist, Ichigo hit
Renji hard in the face. “Just snap out of this!”
“Gah, bastard!” Renji stopped, blinking. It was the most he’d said for days.
Ichigo sensed a spark of heat in Renji’s tone. With renewed hope, he hit him
again.
Title: Housewarming Gift
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Rating: G
Prompt: Biscuit
A/N: Prompt
given to me from Claire Chaplin. Erm, it turned out as pretty much gen. >.>
“Thanks for helping out, man,” said
Ichigo. “I had no idea what to take as a housewarming gift.”
“No worries.” Renji puffed his chest out a bit. “Better than scraping you off
the wall of Kuchiki-taichou’s place if you turn up empty-handed.”
Ichigo cringed at the thought. “So, what did you make?”
“Oh, they should be about done!” Grabbing some gloves, Renji yanked open the
oven door, bringing out a tray full of odd, beige blobs.
“Um…” said Ichigo, frowning. “What are they?”
“Idiot.” Renji poked one with his finger. “Ouch, hot! They’re gingerbread
shinigami.”
Blinking, Ichigo burst into laughter.
Title: Any
Excuse
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sexual Tension
A/N: Um,
yeah, any excuse applies to me, too.
It was at Rangiku-san’s insistence that Ichigo found himself sitting in a 13th
District tavern, cradling a beer in his hands. Ikkaku and Kira sang drunkenly
next to him, but he wasn’t listening to the words.
Ichigo’s entire focus was on a pair of narrowed red eyes. Renji raised an
eyebrow in challenge, taking a deep swig of his drink. Ichigo squirmed on his
stool, clenching his jaw.
He didn’t know what weird shit Renji was doing with his reiatsu, but damn it was making his skin prickle, his mouth go dry.
“Duel?” Renji mouthed.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ichigo mouthed back.
Title: Xerces & Alyssum
Pairing: Ulquiorra/Orihime
Rating: G
Prompt: Moon
A/N: Based
on a prompt given to me by Takewing. This was so difficult, because I don't
actually like the pairing very much, so it turned out very gen. But I'm really
happy with the result!
Ulquiorra cannot understand what
compelled him. He’s not a rash, impulsive person by nature. He’d simply taken
the woman’s food to her cell, caught her gazing up at Xerces through the window
bars.
“Xerces is Hueco Mundo’s largest moon,” he’d murmured, setting the trolley
beside her.
“Largest? You mean there’re more?”
And now they stand silent on a ridging hill of sand. The woman’s brown eyes
shine like jewels under the milky glow of Xerces and its smaller twin Alyssum.
Ulquiorra doubts she’s aware they’ll both be killed if caught.
And yet he allows her five more minutes of beauty.
Title: Forgiveness
Pairing: Renji/Kira
Rating: PG
Prompt: Kick, Confide
A/N: Based
on a prompt from Imperfect Statue. This one stumped me for ages, until I thought
about Kira's participation in the Soul Society arc.
Livid didn’t come close to describing
Renji’s expression as he stormed up to Kira, punching him hard in the jaw.
“Ah! Abarai-kun-!” Kira recoiled against the wall.
“Idiot,” growled Renji, “You could’ve been sentenced to death for what
you did - blindly acting on Ichimaru’s orders.”
It was obvious Kira was genuinely remorseful; he sobered, averting his eyes,
mouth drawn down. “Thought I could trust him.”
Still fuming, Renji shook his head and tilted Kira’s chin up. “I’m the only one
you should trust.” He leaned in to show Kira things would work out.
Kira sighed, accepted the kiss gratefully.
Title: Where Were We?
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Rating: R
Prompt: Where we left off
A/N: Written for Mireamine's prompt from my Drabble Pot of love. :)
“… understood, Kuchiki-taichou.”
Fists clenched and face burning, Renji bowed quickly, willing Byakuya to leave,
or for the ground to swallow him.
Standing to Renji’s right, Ichigo stared resolutely at the floor, cheeks flushed
red. Casting him a slightly vexed look, Byakuya finally swept out of Renji’s
office.
“Holy shit, I thought he’d never leave!” Ichigo hissed, his shoulders relaxing.
“Y’know, I’m all for quick fuck-breaks on the job,” said Renji, turning. “But
maybe next time we should find someplace we won’t get interrupted.”
Pressing against Renji’s body, cock still hard as a rock, Ichigo smirked.
“Whatever. Where were we?”
Title: More
Tea, Mr Quincy?
Pairing: Szayelaporro/Ishida
Rating: PG
Prompt: Slumber party
A/N: Haha,
this is so silly and fun. Written for the lovely Frenchsoap's prompt. :D
“More tea, Mr Quincy?” Szayelaporro
took Ishida’s narrow-eyed, hateful glower as a reasonable ‘thank you’ and poured
Darjeeling into Ishida’s china teacup, then refilled his own. “I must say, it’s
nice to have company now and then, even if only for a little while before I kill
you.”
Ishida remained still in his seat, glaring across the table. His glasses were
slightly steamed, no doubt from the heat of Szayelaporro’s Bunsen burners and
the effort not to struggle.
“I enjoy a good slumber party.” Smiling, Szayelaporro sipped his Darjeeling.
“And if you’re well behaved, I might even remove your gag.
Title: Stepping Stone
Pairing: Noitra/Tesla
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Obedience
A/N: Written for Aviss. This pairing had so many possibilities in canon, and turned me on mightily when reading. I'm so glad I got to play with it, even if only in a hundred words! :)
His laughter broke out like a blade striking flesh. “You're aware your obedience doesn't move me.” Noitra licked blood from his palm, grin splitting his face. “What makes you think you're worthy of being my fracción?”
Tesla knelt at Noitra's feet. “I'll follow you to the ends of Hueco Mundo, lay down my life for you.”
Noitra chuckled, lifting Tesla's chin with one long finger. “You'll always be my shadow, boy. But death, you are pretty. I'll keep you.”
“Noitora-sama.” Tesla bowed, reaching for Noitra's hakama. Wetting his lips, he clasped his stepping stone up the ranks.
Title: Ready
Pairing: Ryuuken/Uryuu
Rating: PG
Prompt: Cigarette
A/N: Written for Blackballoon. Interesting pairing, lotsa tension!
“You probably won’t see me again.”
Fluidly adjusting his glasses, Ryuuken stares at his son’s pale face slanted with shadows from the windowblinds. “It sounds like you think you’re ready for a mission so important you might not return.” He plucks his cigarette from his mouth and flicks it toward the ashtray on his desk.
Uryuu’s speed is imperceptible; a blazing blue arrow streaks like lightning and hits the wall behind Ryuuken’s desk. In its wake, two halves of a cigarette patter softly onto a pile of ash.
“I’m definitely ready,” Uryuu says, turning to the door.
Ryuuken says nothing.
Title: The Gift
Pairing: Byakuya/Urahara
Rating: G
Prompt: Hat
A/N: Written for lovely Dar Ota, who asked for the weirdest pairing that somehow, oddly, makes sense to me. :O
Byakuya pushed aside the silk door screen and paused. “What are you doing here?”
Beside his ornate fireplace, lazy blue eyes sparkled and gazed up. “Ah, Kuchiki-san! It’s been a long time.” A smile. “Did you think I’d forgotten?”
One eyebrow arched, Byakuya marvelled at Urahara’s audacity; inviting himself unannounced into another person’s home, as an outlaw no less.
Urahara’s smile broadened. “I admit, Yoruichi-san reminded me. Oh, I have this for you.” Pulling something from his pocket, Urahara rose and crossed the room.
Byakuya stared at the black- and pink-striped hat.
“Happy Birthday,” Urahara said.
Byakuya sighed with resignation.
Title: Hairfall
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Rating: PG
Prompt: The most unexpected things
A/N: Written for Juin! This is such a cute ship.
Rough-housing rarely lasted longer than a few minutes; Yumichika knew the value of the hairbalm he purchased from a Third District parlour and refused to use more than a palmful each day.
Beneath a brittle slice of moonlight, he abruptly halted their tumble, his hair sliding over his shoulders like oil, a fathomless black waterfall touching either side of Ikkaku's face.
"Oh my," Yumichika laughed. "Hair actually suits you. You look..."
"What?" demanded Ikkaku, with a lop-sided grin.
"Almost pretty. How unexpected."
The next day Yumichika's head hurt so much he couldn't even bear to use his hairbalm.
Title: Screw You
Pairing: Aizen/Gin
Rating: PG
Prompt: South Park
A/N: Oh god, Ulqui asked for A/G with South Park as a prompt, so this was inevitably going to be a silly one.
Aizen holds up a well-manicured hand. “Could you repeat that, Gin. I must have misheard.”
Gin’s smile peels back his thin lips. “Oh, probably not.” His eyes sparkle in the muted torchlight. “Seems during their stint in the human world, one of the Espada picked up some bad habits from the humans’ mode of entertainment.”
“Television,” Aizen supplies and Gin nods.
“Tell me again what he said when Tosen suggested the team head to Karakura Town?”
Gin positively beams. “Apparently, Grimmjow said ‘Screw you guys, I’m going home’. Charming, don’t you think?”
“Indeed,” says Aizen dryly, unsurprised. “Fetch him here.”
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