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[one-winged-dreams]

Pajarito

ship: (pl: Alderge Ebiess [oc] & Lolunne Rulde) ment; (coyote starrk x lolunne rulde) source: Bleach word count: 1535 cw: brief implication of talking about having had sex, one off comment about alderge eating people.

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I had to do a platonic ship fic about Derge because since he's an iteration of my OC of all time, that means I have to have the inability to shut the fuck up about him. Also he's my buddy.

Anyway, this takes place around the time Starrk and Lunne were getting serious.

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The thoughts pertaining to this new relationship development were… muddled. Swirling around in Lolunne’s head, his mind elsewhere, leaving his physical presence on autopilot or, so it would seem. 

“Pajarito,” came a familiar, low voice, leaving Lolunne to stop in his tracks.

The towering form of one of Szayelaporro’s fracciónes overshadowed him as he looked up, his expression deadpan. Typical of him, his constantly furrowed brows gave him the not inaccurate appearance of one who was easily irritated, but this time his expression lacked the usual bite it held for most.

“A-Alderge…! I’m sorry, I-” Lolunne stammered.

“Watch where you’re going, pajarito.” Alderge’s voice was as deadpan as his expression as he stared down at Lolunne with his one good eye. “You’re not paying attention to where you’re walking.”

Lolunne turned his head away and blushed at the circumstances of his state of mind, “I was just… a little distracted…”

Though not usually one to pry into others’ business, Alderge lifted an eyebrow at the particular odd behavior. 

“Distracted, huh? What for?” he inquired. “Something bothering you or something?”

Quiet for a moment, as if assessing his next response, Lolunne sighed.

“Derge, you don’t… get along very well with your Espada, right?”

Alderge made a sound through his teeth, his jaw tensing. His infamy for insubordination knew no bounds - insolent to the core, but loyal at least. His dynamic with Szayelaporro was beyond understanding to anyone but them. Or maybe not even them. 

“What of it?” Alderge grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“S-Sorry, I just… I…” There was a long period of silence, making Alderge tilt his head before Lolunne spoke. “Can I ask you something really weird and personal for a second?”

“Weird, huh?” Alderge snorted. “Sure, I’ll bite.”

The nature of Alderge’s relationship with Szayel was much different than that of Lolunne and Starrk’s, but there was a shred of similarity in a particular aspect that made Lolunne want to ask.

“Have you ever… Thought about-”

“Yes. I’ve thought about it,” Alderge interrupted, his deadpan expression returning. “And yes, I’ve done it.”

This earned a squeak from Lolunne. “With Szayelaporro?”

THAT earned a ghost of a smirk from Alderge.

“What do you think?” he responded with a tone that could almost be described as entertained. His expression became neutral again as he pondered for a moment. “Why? You interested in someone, pajarito?”

Lolunne averted his gaze, partially because looking up at Alderge was beginning to hurt his neck. 

“Maybe… Yes… And…” 

“And? Ain’t got all day, out with it,” Alderge prompted impatiently. 

The flushed expression that Lolunne returned with as he tilted his head back up said it all.

“Starrk. It’s Starrk,” Alderge concluded with a tone of mixed disbelief and resignation at how obvious it was. 

Covering his face with his hands, Lolunne nodded.

It was quiet for a moment before Alderge spoke again. “That’s gonna kill you. You know that, right?”

Lolunne looked back up at him, peeking between his fingers.

Alderge merely fixed him with a near-frigid gaze. 

“Starrk. Being around him as his fracción is one thing, but you feel like shit if you hang around him for too long at a time. Everyone knows that, he’s stupid strong. If you weren’t an Arrancar you’d definitely be dead.”

“I know…! I know. I just…” Lolunne sighed. “Derge have you ever felt strongly about anyone before?” A pause. “In a positive way, I mean.”

Alderge squinted a bit at the question.

“Positive feelings aren’t exactly my strong suit.”

“I know. I was just wondering if I had any sort of reference I could explain my feelings to you with…” Lolunne mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Thoughtfully lifting his head, Alderge mulled over the question for a moment before returning his gaze to Lolunne. “I… guess, I’ve had feelings before, yeah.”

Lolunne blinked in surprise.

“Really?”

Alderge grunted in confirmation as a response, his expression remaining stoic, but a little more open. Probably.

"Yeah, really," he responded, "But it isn't the same kind of deep, intense feelings you have for Starrk. It’s more... practical, if that makes sense."

Furrowing his brow, Lolunne tried to make sense of what Alderge was telling him.

“Practical?”

"Yeah, practical," Alderge responded, "I've felt affection before, but it's always been more for... utility, I guess you could say. More for what I can get out of the person than genuine emotional attachment if that makes sense."

“Ah, I see.” Lolunne nodded before pausing. “What about me, then?”

Alderge glanced down at him, his expression still deadpan but his one eye fixing on Lolunne with a hint of curiosity.

"What about you?" he repeated, "Are you asking me if I have a practical use for you, or if I've experienced 'genuine emotional attachment' towards you?"

“Uhm… Maybe?” Lolunne squeaked. 

A genuine chuckle left Alderge, a foreign sound that was somewhat odd to hear. 

“I guess you could say you’re a useful little thing. You’ve got a bit of a pitiful amount of combat ability, but you’re analytical and can gauge situations well. So yeah, I guess I’ve got a practical use for you.” He was quiet for a few beats, giving Lolunne a once over. “As for emotional attachment… You’re not a complete idiot. I suppose you’re tolerable enough.”

Lolunne felt the odd sensation of flattery rise up within him, though it was a bit confusing to get the feeling from someone like Alderge. 

“Uh…I see…” he said softly before tilting his head, unable to keep the curiosity from bubbling up within him. “Can I… ask what that practical use is, exactly?”

A toothy smirk crossed Alderge’s features, and Lolunne was once again introduced to those sharp teeth that were infamous for a variety of reasons. 

“You’re a complete and total pushover. Obedient to a fault, never turning anyone down for favors. You’re quiet and listen well without asking too many annoying questions. And you’re observant. So you’re a useful little thing to have around.”

“I’m… glad I can be useful to you, then?” Lolunne’s eyebrows furrowed again, trying to wrap his head around exactly what kind of feelings Alderge was trying to convey. 

Alderge let out an amused breath through his teeth.

“Useful, yeah. Though I admit you’re…” he ground his teeth, “Less irritating to be around than any of these other clowns.” A few beats passed. “Might even be a little fond of you.”

It was difficult to believe that Alderge would just admit something like that, and Lolunne reeled for a moment. “Really?”

Alderge’s eye rolled as if feeling irritable at having had such a confession pulled out of him. 

“Don’t get all chummy with me about it, though, you’re just useful and not unpleasant to have around. I’m not exactly about to start calling you my best friend, but I don’t absolutely loathe your presence.” There was another moment of silence before his expression became a bit more stern. "And I’d rather you not die, if you can help it, pajarito."

He was met with an extremely perplexed and somewhat shocked expression from Lolunne.

“That’s not something I… ever thought you’d say to ANYONE,” Lolunne admitted. 

Alderge grunted, his jaw tensing. He didn't like being called out like that, but he also didn't deny it.

"Yeah, I know," he grumbled, "And I don't say it lightly, either. So don't get any funny ideas, pajarito. This ain't some sort of heartfelt declaration or anything."

He was obviously trying to downplay this little moment of honesty, the inner struggle clear in the reflection of his eye.

Lolunne looked at him in shock before fighting back a smile, knowing it would probably just embarrass him.

"I see. Thank you for your honesty, Derge," he said with a gentle nod.

Alderge’s expression became bitter, but it was clear it was partially a farce to keep from making it obvious how secretly pleased he was with the response. 

“Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t. I don’t need people on my ass thinking I’m secretly soft-hearted with a rough exterior.”

Thinking about the sheer depth of Alderge’s awful reputation, Lolunne chuckled awkwardly. 

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that…”

Alderge let out a singular “hah!”, squinting almost playfully.

“Not getting squeamish on me now, are you pajarito? I’ll be sure to keep your delicate sensibilities in mind.”

"I... Definitely wouldn't ask that of you Derge," Lolunne said hesitantly, smiling half-heartedly.

"Oh, really? You wouldn't ask me to tone it down just a tad, huh? To stop eating people or playing with corpses? Pfft, such a pushover.” Alderge couldn’t resist the temptation to reach over and ruffle Lolunne’s hair. 

"You... Are what you are, Alderge," Lolunne said, his smile returning to its earlier awkwardness. "I don't think me of all people could change that if I wanted to."

Alderge barked out a laugh, more pleased with this interaction than he’d initially thought he’d be. 

“Oh you’re too good to me, pajarito. Maybe I’ll let you come hang around in the morgue sometime, give you a rundown of this old dog’s bare bones basics.” Lolunne squeaked, feeling a bit of nausea rise up.

“N-No thanks!”

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“I saw that. You just checked me out.” For Fuegoleon pls😍

Yay Fuegoleon! Love this man wow.

Prompt 96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

Fuegoleon made his way to the banquet room, Leo and other Crimson Lion Kings in tow. It was the time of year when Julius once more bestowed rankings upon deserving magic knights. The ceremony passed without much commotion, and Fuegoleon hoped the luncheon would pass on in the same manner.

He sat himself down at the captains table besides Dorothy and William in the hopes of peace and quiet. That did not work in his favor as Yami came over to annoy William. After a few minutes of teasing, Fuegoleon excused himself to get more food.

He looked around to see how his squad mates were handling themselves and saw them chatting with various knights. In his distraction, he crashed into another knight.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” The stranger declared, angered now that they had food all over their outfit. Fuegoleon was deeply sorry and began to utter apologies. It was when he grabbed some napkins to assist them did he finally take in their appearance. He looked up and down at the knight before him, unsure of why they seemed so familiar.

“I saw that. You just checked me out,” the stranger said, a smirk on their lips. Fuegoleon blushed as deep red as his robe.

“No, no, it’s a misunderstanding.”

“Uhuh. Well if you’re going to do that, you might as well ask me to dinner.” Fuegoleon stammered, embarassed and shocked at how forward this knight was. They laughed at his expression, “Don’t worry. I’m teasing. No harm done.”

“I truly am sorry.” The knight waved him off, reassuring Fuegoleon it was not as big of a deal as he made it out to be. They grabbed another plate and headed away to their table. Fuegoleon did the same and returned to the captains table.

Rill approaches him after he finished his food. “Fuegoleon!” the fellow captain approached him very excitedly. “You haven’t met my new vice captain yet”

Before Fuegoleon could respond, Rill linked their arms and dragged him to a table with some knights. Realization struck Fuegoleon as the knight from earlier stood up in Rill’s presence. They smiled brightly at Fuegoleon as he started to blush again.

“Wait do you two know each other?” Rill asked looking between his vice captain and Fuegoleon.

“Yes,” Fuegoleon said, “I believe I owe them dinner tonight.”

[one-winged-dreams]

Loneliness

ship: what do angels dream of (adriel x angeal) (pl: zack) AUs: monster au (monster form references linked [1] [2]) source: final fantasy vii word count: 941

no proofreading we die like men

ANYWAY this is for platonic day for @cherry-bomb-ships Valentine's Day event :D

I had to do SOMETHING for Zack and a random bout of inspiration for this specific AU came to mind

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"You guys are looking pretty mellow today!"

People would often question Zack about why he would talk to them, the monsters his friends would sometimes become. The very question itself never felt worth answering, he thought it would be obvious.

It's because they were his friends.

Angeal's Penance form rested on the ground, the bestial bottom half lowered in a laying position. And next to him, Adriel's Martyr form kneeled on his knees, leaning into Angeal's waist and softly caressing the teeth that made up his midsection.

They said nothing nor made any indication that they had acknowledged Zack's presence. The only sound in the room was Adriel's chime-like breathing and a gentle, almost metallic rumble from Angeal occasionally.

It was enough to bring a smile to Zack's face, the fact that despite his friends being momentarily lost to themselves, they still took pleasure in each other's company.

"Not interupting anything, am I? Don't need any privacy?" he teased, grinning at them.

The fact that it was not an ENTIRELY unwarranted tease was considered by many of the staff to be… Disturbing.

Still, they made no indication that they were bothered or that they noticed him at all, really.

Zack was the only one to ever get close by any margin. And in an entirely unheard-of fashion, the only one who would get close enough to actually TOUCH them.

But touch them, he did, coming up to kneel in front of Adriel and put a hand on his thigh. Something that would have had any other person torn to shreds by Angeal in the blink of an eye, but Zack only ever received an annoyed rumble.

Adriel had always been the softer of the two, even in these forms. His wing-veiled gaze slowly turned to regard him, staring him down for an unsettling few moments that were absolutely inconsequential to Zack. He merely grinned at the towering, ethereal form.

"Does someone neeeed… A Zack hug?" he laughed, holding his arms out in that signature fashion he had established for 2nd class's comfort so long ago.

The thought of speaking to these monsters in such a way was unabashedly ridiculous. Almost everyone agreed, but no one would say it to Zack's face. Not ANYMORE, at least.

As ridiculous as it was, Zack was always one to surpass expectations, and, with no fanfare whatsoever, Adriel's left hand lifted from Angeal's side, and his palm pushed against Zack's chest in a manner that was equal parts firm but gracefully gentle.

Zack laughed, wrapping his arms around Adriel's wrist in a friendly embrace.

"How's that, Adri? A little better?" He directed a grin upwards.

It was always baffling how much either Angeal or Adriel would respond to each other in any form.

Even more so that they would respond to ZACK.

Adriel's lips began to move, but the only sound was a chiming echo of whispered not-words.

Zack chuckled, shaking his head.

"Is that right?" he asked, clearly unable to understand but humoring Adriel anyway. "Day going okay so far other than…?" He gestured vaguely.

He was caught off guard by a nudge that nearly knocked him over, this time by Angeal. Chuckling incredulously, he turned his head, first regarding the massive limb that had nudged him, and then at the familiar face that never opened its eyes, let alone emoted.

"That good, huh?" Zack asked, gently pushing Adriel's hand away.

Neither of his friends responded, but somehow, Zack knew he had their full attention.

"Hey, between you two being married AND managing all this, a guy starts to get lonely, you know," he commented, smiling but with an amount of sincerity to his words.

Regardless of his own loneliness, Zack DID worry. Quite a bit, more than he was used to. No one ever expects their best friends to become unpredictable, ambiguously reasonable monsters. It was never a question about safety, it was always something along the lines of worrying if this state caused them pain, or if they were lonely, and sometimes even if they were being treated well. He didn't doubt that Reeve ran a tight ship that demanded the S and G types be treated with as much respect as anyone else, but did they hear the snide remarks? Did they acknowledge the fearful glances? And when it was only one of them, were they ever afraid…?

More ethereal whispers brought him out of his thoughts, not realizing his expression had changed. Incredulously, he stared up at Adriel, whose face was fixed on him intently.

"Uh. I don't understand, sorry…" Zack commented, finding himself wiping a bit of moisture from his eye.

A somewhat louder metallic rumble preluded Zack being nudged by Angeal so hard that he almost fell over.

"Hey!" he cried out, but as he tipped, he felt Adriel's hand catch his side.

"What are…" Zack trailed off, his glances shifting between his two friends.

They were both visibly watching him, and though neither of them had visible eyes, he could feel their gazes trained on him. And just like that, more moisture began to build up in his own eyes.

"You too, huh?" he chuckled tearfully.

If he had described the palpable feeling of their desire for his company to anyone else, they would have undoubtedly rebuked the very concept. They were monsters, half-mindless.

But as Reeve had told many a doubtful individual, nobody knew them like Zack did.

With one of his friends' giant hands on each of his shoulders, Zack laughed, reaching up to place one of his own on either of theirs.

"That's okay. I'm here with you guys now, yeah? That's enough for me."