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Ichigo: Are you mad?

Grimmjow: No.

Ichigo: Okay, so cleaning your sword at 3 am is a hobby now?

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Red Is For Love

Summary: Grimmjow knew the exhilaration of the battle field, the anxious trembling before a good fight. Grimmjow felt the excitement of meeting a strong opponent, of lacerating their skin and muscles. He was danger, he was destruction. People recognized that. But, what was the big deal of feeling love?

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What is to love someone?

Grimmjow wasn’t sure why love was something that humans valued so much.

He understood aggression, greed, passion and lust. He had experienced and done many sins, and his mere presence was enough to make anyone on the edge, fearing for their petty lives. So what was all the fuss about love?

Grimmjow watched Ichigo rummaging the kitchen looking for probably something to drink as he saw the shinigami grabbing a glass. When he had found a bottle with dark red liquid in it, Ichigo turned to Grimmjow.

“Here. Try it.” He said, approaching Grimmjow and handing over a glass to him, pouring the liquid in it.

Grimmjow frowned as he took it and smelled.

“Smells like… sour grapes”.

“Well you’re not half wrong. It’s wine. The grapes are smashed to get the juice out, then they put it in a barrel and they’re left there to get fermented so you can have wine.” Ichigo explained while serving himself a glass and taking a sip.

“Whatever…” the arrancar tried the red liquid once, twice and he hummed in agreement, “not bad.”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Ichigo smiled.

Grimmjow nodded, taking another sip. He watched Ichigo slowly drinking, brown eyes hidden behind long lashes every time he tipped the glass. When Ichigo put the glass down, Grimmjow’s eyes followed the movements of Ichigo’s tongue slowly and shyly licking the wetness of the wine from his lips.

“Grimmjow?” Ichigo asked unsure, and Grimmjow noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. If it was because of the alcohol or not he didn’t know, but it made the arrancar wonder what would make Ichigo blush. Grimmjow had done many things already to the other in the course of years battling against each other. However, seeing Ichigo outside of the battle field was a new thing, and with it he became curious about what they could do in a no-fight zone.

Then, just like that, he reached for Ichigo’s hand, holding it on his own, thumb caressing the skin.

Ichigo flinched a bit but he didn’t remove his hand from Grimmjow’s.

The light blush that piked Grimmjow’s interest only deepened, and Ichigo was now looking somewhere to his side, teeth biting his bottom lip. A clear sign of nervousness.

For a moment, Grimmjow contemplated the view. For a moment, Grimmjow felt his stomach flip at the vulnerability that Ichigo was showing to him right now.

“Look at me.” Grimmjow demanded.

Ichigo did.

And it took only one look at Ichigo’s bright hopeful eyes for Grimmjow to understand the reason for them to always dance around each other.

Grimmjow’s aggression towards Ichigo was always followed by possessiveness. He was greedy to have Ichigo’s attention to himself. When they fought or argued he could feel the heat, the passion, driving his instincts haywire. The feeling of being on the edge, ready to take action - but never flee, was always present when their eyes met. And now, sharing a mundane moment with Ichigo and seeing the shinigami looking at him expectantly while their hands touched and their fingers intertwined had Grimmjow understanding what loving someone is.

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Words: 227

Warnings: none

Laying down in bed Ichigo had his head resting on a strong chest, while his hair was been played with by dexterous fingers. Ichigo chuckled from how comfortable he felt around Grimmjow, he felt safe. Most would disagree with everything he was feeling toward the arrancar but it didn’t matter, Grimmjow was the most expressive soul he’s ever met and no one could make him change his mind.

“What’s so funny? Wipe out that grin off your face”

“It’s not what you’re imagining. I was just thinking that the times I spend with you, always feel like something from a dream.”

Grimmjow’s hand playing with the orange locks paused for a second, Grimmjow scoffed at Ichigo.

“Yet to everyone else, I’m something from a nightmare. So either you have very strange tastes, or I’m going soft.”

Ichigo moved from his spot to stare at electric blue eyes, which were fixed on him. Ichigo was frowning when he spoke again.

“Is that really such a bad thing?”

Grimmjow clicked his tongue, now his own eyebrows were knitted together, he averted his eyes for a moment and when he looked back at Ichigo, determination was all what the substitute shinigami could see reflected on those sapphire marbles.

“Not if it’s for you.”

Ichigo smiled brightly and closed the distance between them, locking their lips together in a passionate kiss.

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Persistence

Prompt: Grimmjow has tried many times to approach Ichigo, but he is so hurt that he just wants to be left alone. However, Grimmjow keeps coming back, he keeps trying to help and protect Ichigo from himself because he loves Ichigo.

Warning: angst, depression, mention of eating disorder

After the war ended, Grimmjow had fled the scene for a good while. Despite wanting to wander around Hueco Mundo and the living world, his injuries weren’t light, he was unconscious for far too long, and when he woke up he found himself in a bed, body still wrapped in white bandages, and an IV needle stuck in his arm. The minute he could move his body again he was out in the human world, heading streight to Kurosaki’s house. He wasn’t sure what he expected to find when he got there, but certainly Grimmjow wasn’t expecting to see Ichigo currled around blankets in a dark room. When he stepped inside the room, Ichigo barely acknowledged his presence, murmuring a weak “Go away”.

‘Oh no, he didn’t… that little shit!’ Grimmjow yanked the blankets off Ichigo without a second thought.

“Get off this fucking bed!” Grimmjow yelled angrily to the orange haired shinigami, who looked at him with tired eyes, but slowly, limb by limb, got up.

Ichigo took a deep breath, signing loudly, “so, what now, Grimmjow?”

Grimmjow raised one of his hands and closed it on Ichigo’s throat, the other grabbed Ichigo’s arm. A dreadful feeling consumed his chest as Grimmjow noticed that the shinigami was way skinnier than he remembered. The arrancar watched more closely the other. The fire in those chocolate eyes was gone, his skin was paler, visible dark circles painted under his eyes, and his hair was long, bangs plastered on his forehead. Grimmjow clicked his tongue, face morfing into an annoyed expression, brows knitted together and lips a pout.

“Forget it.” He released Ichigo from his grip, turned his back to him, and before he left he looked over his shoulder, “I'll be back.”

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Grimmjow did come back the next day only to find Ichigo yet currled under the blankets.

Once again, Ichigo murmured, “leave me alone.”

Grimmjow tsked his tongue, frowning. However, this time, Grimmjow didn’t yank the covers. Instead, he yelled at Ichigo, telling him to get the hell up because he was due some fighting. Ichigo fought him that day, but he barely put much effort into it. Grimmjow took notice and stopped their fight midway.

“Are you kidding me?! If you’re not going all out it’s a waste of time!” Grimmjow said. And just like last time he turned his back to Ichigo, “I'll be back.”

-x-

Day after day Grimmjow appeared at Ichigo’s house and every time he forced Ichigo out of bed. The Kurosaki family noticed his presence the fourth time - it was difficult to ignore a boistorous arrancar with a murderous spiritual energy roaming around. At first, Isshin and the girls didn’t take well, but Grimmjow didn’t back off, ignoring them all, he kept on visiting Ichigo. Until one day Isshin told him to not give up on his boy. At some point in the week, after Grimmjow’s visit, Ichigo had joined the family just by the end of dinner time. Despite him not eating a full meal, he did take a slice of bread and a glass of water by himself. “That is progress”, Isshin had said to Grimmjow.

So Grimmjow kept coming back. The Kurosaki family would greet him at the door sometimes, when Grimmjow lingered outside for far too long before coming in. Yet, each and every time Grimmjow stepped in Ichigo’s room the shinigami would bore a tired expression, even though the dark circles under his eyes were fading and he didn’t look as skinny as before, Ichigo still was too far away from being alright. The last couple of days that Grimmjow was there, he didn’t ask for a fight, he didn’t yell at Ichigo either. Grimmjow simply sat down on the desk chair, looking around the room, checking out whatever book was on the desk. However, Ichigo would always look down, and try to hide while whispering

“I told you to stay away from me.”

Grimmjow never listened to his request. The more Ichigo told him to leave, the longer he stayed by his side.

-x-

Days became weeks and weeks turned into months. Grimmjow was almost living at the Kurosaki household by now, his insistance was paying off, and Ichigo wasn’t always hiding in his room or needing reminders to eat. At some point, Urahara had given him a gigai, which came in hand when interacting with the young Kurosaki girl. Now, whenever Grimmjow was at the house, he wore it. Not only the family dynamic was changing but also Grimmjow’s spot at the desk had shifted one night, when Ichigo had a nightmeare. He had approached the bed, sitting next to Ichigo he brushed off the hair from his face, a gentle hand on his shoulder tried to wake him up. When Ichigo opened his eyes and met Grimmjow’s, he sobbed as thick tears rolled down his cheeks. Ichigo hid his face behind his hands, turned his back to Grimmjow, and currled into a ball.

The arrancar gritted his teeth the moment he saw the hurt and dispair in Ichigo’s features. With no avail, he tried to get Ichigo to turn around and remove his hands from his face, but the only thing that happened was for Ichigo to hide even more under the covers all while trying to muffle his crying. Grimmjow then shifted on the bed, laying down next to Ichigo. He wrapped his arm around the other, pulling him against his body. Ichigo turned soon enough, hiding his face on Grimmjow’s chest. The arrancar said nothing, he let the other cling to him and cry to his heart content until he fell asleep. The following night, Ichigo asked him to stay next to him, and he did ever since.

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Closer

Special 250+ Followers Drabble Challenge

Challenged by @m34gs

Words: 250

Challenge Words: dark, erase, dirt

Trope: Feelings realization

The dark streets cast shadows upon a blue haired Arrancar, who walked down the road. He could choose to erase his reiatsu to sneakily reach his destination. Yet, he chose to have his spiritual pressure to be known; he wanted the substitute shinigami to notice. For months they hadn't seen each other, which made him anxious enough to check his clothes for any speck of dirt clinging to him. When he reached his target’s house, the orange haired Shinigami was outside looking dauntless.

“What’re you doing here, Grimmjow?” Ichigo spoke nonchalantly, watching Grimmjow approach. But, Grimmjow didn’t stop at a safe distance; he just kept coming closer. Ichigo took a step backward, back bumping onto the wall, and Grimmjow closed the distance between them. The Arrancar caged Ichigo and locked their lips together, a quick but not less passionate kiss.

Slowly they separated, and for a moment Grimmjow got lost in thoughts, remembering a time when he didn’t understand why he always sought Ichigo, why he obsessed with fighting and winning against him. It started to become obvious their atraction, their need for attention. Then, the another war happened, thoughts of losing Ichigo pained him to his core; imagining they could never be together made him realize he was hopelessly in love.

That was enough reason to steal another kiss, to feel dexterous fingers tangling on his hair and pulling him closer. From now on, they just had to take a leap into faith and let everything run its course.

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A Valentine's Day Kiss

Prompt: Valentine's Day

Word count: 1040

It was early December when Grimmjow had stormed into Ichigo's personal life and turned it upside down. The substitute shinigami still remembered the embarrassing evening when Grimmjow had knocked at his door. As soon as Ichigo had opened it, Grimmjow backed him against the nearest wall. Ichigo was sure he was going to get punched or choked as Grimmjow's hand rose to his face, his fingers traced down his jaw and rested on his nape. Panic had surfaced in a blink of an eye, Ichigo's face paled, and by reflex, he grasped Grimmjow's shoulders to push him away. However, not a second later, Grimmjow had closed the few centimeters between them and pressed his lips against Ichigo's. The turmoil passing through Ichigo's mind had paralyzed him, and for better or worse, Isshin had appeared right at that moment, yanking the other away from Ichigo. From there on, Grimmjow got banned from entering the premises of the Kurosaki household.

The whole commotion happened three months ago, but for Ichigo, it seemed it had happened just yesterday. After everything that happened, Ichigo had not gotten a whiff of the blue-haired Arrancar. Yet, Ichigo still could remember the lingering feeling of dexterous fingers brushing his jaw, the warmth of Grimmjow's body against his, and the taste of those lips touching his own. Those were sensations that Ichigo couldn't get rid of, and his mind seemed to like to fill in blank spaces, providing what-if scenarios like what would have happened if Isshin hadn't shown up. At that time, Ichigo had not promptly responded to Grimmjow's advances, and, for that, he blamed his brain for not having processed the whole event quicker. However, Ichigo knew, for a fact, that he would have let Grimmjow ravish him without a second thought.

It was no secret that they were dancing around each other for a long time, their fights were as bloodied as ever, but there was more to it than meets the eyes. Ichigo had lost count of how many times he had felt Grimmjow grabbing his shuuhakushou to pull him closer just to spit out some insult. Or the times when Ichigo, himself, had touched Grimmjow's arm for longer than necessary when guiding him around Karakura town. Also, Ichigo could not deny he was attracted to that stupid Arrancar. Many times, he had stared (for far too long) at Grimmjow's ass, which made him flustered and embarrassed to death when Grimmjow's azure eyes looked at him in a questioning gaze.

Ichigo had wondered for a while why Grimmjow seemed to always come to him, like a magnet. Wherever Ichigo went to, Grimmjow would be right there giving some bullshit excuse to be following him. For a long time, Ichigo had also wondered whether or not Grimmjow felt any kind of attraction to him, but such doubts ceased to cloud his mind after that kiss.

In the middle of his daydreaming, Ichigo heard his name being called distantly. He tried to ignore it, but when his full name was yelled outside by a familiar voice, he jumped out of bed.

"Kurosaki Ichigo! Get your ass out here!"

He peaked out the window, adrenaline running down his body as he saw Grimmjow standing by the gate. He had never run so fast to open the front door, yanking it open.

"Yo, Kurosaki! It's been a while." A devious smirk was on his lips as he greeted Ichigo with a wave.

"A while?" Ichigo yelled, "You kidding, right? Why the hell did you disappear?"

Ichigo had a deep frown on his forehead, and even though he was a tad annoyed at the other, he could not keep it up as he saw the man approaching. Ichigo did not think Grimmjow could look more handsome than he already is, but he was wrong. Ichigo could not tear his eyes away from Grimmjow, who wore blue jeans and a black button-up shirt - which was purposefully not fully buttoned. His hair was that same effortlessly mess that looked divine on him, and his eyes shone like sapphires under the sunny sky.

"Had to convince your dad first to let me see you. It took longer than I expected," he spoke again when he was right in front of Ichigo.

"What do you mean..."

Grimmjow did not let him finish as he wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist, pulling him closer. A shiver ran through his body as he felt Grimmjow's hands snaking their way under his shirt, thumbs caressing the warm skin. Ichigo could not avoid leaning in closer, resting his own hands on the other's waist as well.

"Just answer me this," Grimmjow closed more the distance between their faces, tilting his head a little so his and Ichigo's lips were aligned just right, "Will you be my valentine?"

Ichigo's breath hitched, and his eyes traveled down to Grimmjow's lips. So close, so inviting... he felt his whole body on fire, and there was no doubt that his cheeks were as red as a tomato. However, he was not letting this opportunity slip away again. So without any more mulling over, he touched Grimmjow's lips with his own. Slowly, both of their lips parted, letting instinct dictate their very movements until both were absorbed in a passionate kiss. This was why separating their lips took more effort than Ichigo had imagined. Kissing Grimmjow was addictive, and having his hands holding Ichigo tightly against his body were things that made Ichigo lose his grip on reality.

Breathlessly, they parted their lips and stared at each other. Grimmjow was the first one to break the silence.

"So, will you?"

Ichigo blinked once and then twice. And just after his brain connected the dots was when he replied.

"You are dumber than I thought..."

Grimmjow murmured an insult, but he did not let go of Ichigo. Instead, he pinched his side as a rebuttal. Ichigo jerked at the action and playfully slapped the other's ass.

"I knew you liked my ass," Grimmjow smirked, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

"Soon you'll find out I like other things too," Ichigo replied. And before there could be any comment from Grimmjow, Ichigo kissed him again and hurriedly pulled him inside the house.

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Grimmjow: If Hueco Mundo’s gone… Where would I meet you?

Ichigo: In my bedroom.

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Or… The one time where Grimmjow was afraid of not being able to see Ichigo anymore if not in Hueco Mundo. But then he realized that he could have been sneaking in in Ichigo’s room from the start. Suffice to say that Ichigo hasn’t slept alone since his proposition. (by @kuroosden)

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Grimmjow: If Hueco Mundo’s gone… I’m gonna miss our fights.

Ichigo: Right. Fights? Nothing else, huh?

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GrimmIchi prompt "Attention"

from an idea I had a while ago: "A makes B stop reading"

Word count: 776

Warnings: making out, possessive behavior

It was an ordinary night at home. Ichigo had finished his chores, and now he was laying down on his bed reading a piece of literature for one of his classes. It had been peaceful until a tap on the window grabbed his attention; he took a quick glance just to see Grimmjow standing outside. Ichigo sighed as he got up and opened the window. Grimmjow stepped inside, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Ichigo settled himself back on his spot as he did so he motioned Grimmjow to do the same, patting the empty spot next to him by the wall.

"I’m reading, so just keep quiet," Ichigo mumbled, and Grimmjow grunted a reply as he settled next to Ichigo.

The redhead wasn't sure how long he had been reading the same page over and over again. The presence of Grimmjow by his side was distracting. Way more distracting than he anticipated. Ichigo could feel those dangerous blue eyes staring at him. He darted to glance over the other, and just when he did so Grimmjow moved. Ichigo's eyes followed his movements, curious to see what he was going to do. The next few seconds played in slow motion in his brain as Grimmjow straddled his lap and batted away the book Ichigo was holding. Said offending book ended up on the floor.

Ichigo snapped, "Hey! What the hell was that for?!"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, indignantly he replied, "I came here and all you do is read this damn book!"

Ichigo frowned angrily, "You're here because you want. I didn't say I was free."

Ichigo didn't think about the danger that was to provoke the other, but now it was done and he could only hope that Grimmjow wasn't going to gut him right there. But before Ichigo could even think about putting out whatever fire he had started, Grimmjow grabbed his wrists, holding them down against the mattress next to Ichigo's head.

"I don't need you telling me what to do. If I came here you should be glad. I could be anywhere else, but no, I'm here. Be grateful." Grimmjow spat the words right on Ichigo’s face.

The redhead just stared blankly at the furious face above his, but he soon replied to Grimmjow, "Well since you are here, do you what you came here to do."

Ichigo's voice in his head sounded as if he had the upper hand, but when Ichigo saw a predatory grin he knew that what he had said was taken as a challenge. The next second Grimmjow lowered his face and covered Ichigo's mouth with his, the soft touch made Ichigo hold his breath but as soon as a wet tongue traced its way over his lips and made contact with Ichigo's own tongue their mouths clashed hungrily.

The anger and frustration that both felt were palpable by the way their mouths devoured one another. When Grimmjow's mouth withdrew from Ichigo's, he tried to follow it, and Grimmjow chuckled before returning to the grasps of Ichigo's eager lips. They shared another messy heated kiss before Grimmjow started nibbling Ichigo's lower lip. Ichigo moaned in approval every time he felt those very dangerous fangs locking his lip between them. The moment Ichigo let out another moan and parted their mouths to take a deep breath, Grimmjow took the opportunity to place a kiss on Ichigo's cheek. His mouth soon traveled down to Ichigo's neck leaving a trail of kisses all the way to the junction of Ichigo's neck and shoulder. Then, he bit the tender flesh hard enough to leave a mark. Ichigo moaned louder, but he also cursed the other. So soon Grimmjow lifted his head and looked Ichigo straight in the eyes.

"Don't forget you are mine and mine alone." For good measure, Grimmjow took Ichigo's puffed lower lip between his teeth again, sucking it quickly and releasing it. He continued, his tone like a threat:

"That piece of rubbish better not be in my way next time, or I'll burn it!"

Ichigo was still looking breathless and not quite there when the warmth of Grimmjow's body was gone. The next thing Ichigo felt was his book hitting his abdomen and Grimmjow plopping next to him again on the bed, turning his back to him.

Ichigo would've chuckled, but he probably would end up with an even more sour moody Arrancar next to him, so he simply said:

"Got it." Ichigo side-eyed him, a small smile on his lips.

The bastard was possessive, and it was only a book... But Ichigo would give him a piece of his own medicine later.

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GrimmIchi Weekend Challenge #5 - Into the Flesh

Challenged by @backwardshirt

Word count: 1027

Genre/Trope: Feelings Realization

Words: Alarm, Silk

Warning: Explicit content but not descriptive, nsft

Summmary: Ichigo was fine with looking Grimmjow from afar. He was used to touch the Arrancar, to feel his skin under his hand when they fought. Ichigo could live with how things were. Until looking wasn’t enough. Fighting wasn’t enough. Then, everything became more than just casual touches.

Skin touching skin. Hands traveling up and down in hot, scalding touches on almost burning flesh. Bodies moving in sync in a feverish rhythm. Ichigo's breathing faltering at every thrust, and a hoarse voice next to his ear made his whole body on fire. Feeling their bodies connected and languidly moving together just so to suddenly pick up a more frantic pace was enough for Ichigo to lose himself in the moment. A hand reached silk damp blue hair, pulling the locks, trying to get that sinful mouth on his. When lips met lips and tongues entwined, Ichigo held Grimmjow's body closer to his, wrapping his legs tightly around the other's waist. Ichigo's hands returned to touch hot skin, and blunt nails dug on the flesh, leaving marks all over Grimmjow's shoulder blades. Ichigo arched his body as their pace got frantic, and he couldn’t hold back a long, loud moan that escaped his lips, echoing in the room the moment both bodies went rigid against each other, hands holding tightly the other until the tension of their bodies eased out, and they collapsed.

The next couple of seconds seemed like an eternity, but Ichigo would take every damn second and stretch it for as long as he could if that meant he could still touch Grimmjow. However, his 5 seconds of bliss were over soon as he felt Grimmjow moving.

Ichigo knew what was going to happen next. Grimmjow was going to get up and leave. As he always did. And although he was used to it, he wasn’t sure he was fine with it anymore. He saw Grimmjow sitting on the bed from the corner of his eyes, and he felt a pang in his heart.

When had it started to hurt that much?

He felt his eyes burning, and he avoided letting that feeling take over him by closing his eyes tightly and covering them with one arm. Ichigo could still feel Grimmjow's hands traveling through his skin and the friction of their bodies moving together. Ichigo swallowed a pained cry from escaping his mouth the moment he felt the other shifting around.

Grimmjow was getting up. He was leaving.

Ichigo gritted his teeth unconsciously and fisted silk sheets under him. When had he started caring about the time they spent with each other? Ichigo breathed in and out before deciding he would have to open his eyes to the cruel reality of being alone in his room. The moment Ichigo uncovered his eyes and opened them, he saw Grimmjow coming back to bed, handing over a wet cloth. Ichigo blinked, taking a few seconds to process what was happening before taking the soft towel and starting to clean the vestiges of their mixed pleasures covering his skin. By the time he had finished, Grimmjow had laid down and pulled a blanket, covering their bodies from the waist down. Ichigo saw Grimmjow moving around a bit until he laid down on his side, facing Ichigo, who also got more comfortable and faced the other. Their eyes met, locking together as they always did. Ichigo remembered how easy it was for his eyes to always follow Grimmjow whenever he got into his field of vision. Or how fast he was to start searching for the other whenever he thought Grimmjow would be around. He was drawn to the blue-haired man in front of him. And he was sure the feeling was mutual to some extend. Grimmjow had made perfectly clear that Ichigo was his prey, that he would not let anyone touch Ichigo. The possessive nature of the other stirred a feeling of belonging in Ichigo. Having Grimmjow's attention directed solely to him appeased his heart as he knew he could only have Grimmjow to himself for a short time - either on the battlefield or in bed.

When had he started to want so desperately Grimmjow's attention?

Ichigo also remembered the many scars they left on each other. He remembered every single fight and how many days he had to wait for the other so they could meet to fuck.

An insistent alarm kept ringing in Ichigo’s mind every time Grimmjow would leave; every time his time with Grimmjow was about to end. The loud noise he heard in his head when he was alone was deafening, yet it was silenced the exact second Grimmjow was with him.

A hand touched his cheek, and Ichigo got back to reality. Electrifying blue eyes stared at him in awe. Ichigo had the feeling that they were stripping him from everything, leaving him naked and raw and open for Grimmjow to decipher his whole soul in an instant.

Ichigo felt warmth running through his body, from head to toe, heart beating fast as he got closer to Grimmjow, resting a hand on the other’s chest. Eyes unwavering, never averting away. Ichigo felt the hand on his cheek caressing his skin, and fingers slowly tracing his jaw, neck, and nape until they were tangled in his hair and pulled him closer. Foreheads touching, noses brushing, breaths mingling. Ichigo closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

Since when had he fallen…?

Fallen so deep that his brain short circuit from only the heavy, spicy smell that lingered on Ichigo’s pillow? Since when the mere idea of having Grimmjow for himself made his heart flare in hope? In hope for them to be forever...

“I love you.” Ichigo whispered, and when he realized he had said it out loud, Ichigo shot his eyes open and tried to get away from Grimmjow. The sudden movement was met with resistance as Grimmjow held him in place and crushed their mouths together. They shared a short but heated kiss, and when their lips parted, Grimmjow had a predatory smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you dare run away, I won’t allow it.”

Ichigo’s tense muscles relaxed completely, and he buried his face on the other’s neck, wrapping an arm around Grimmjow’s back and slinging a leg on top of Grimmjow’s thigh. He hugged the other, trapping the blue-haired man in his hold. Ichigo would never let Grimmjow ever leave his side.

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Kitten Day Prompt

Words: 391

Warnings: none

Ichigo gets a cat. Grimmjow is jealous but he’ll never admit it. How dare Kurosaki get a cat when he has him to snuggle with on the couch? The little fluffy thing keeps rubbing himself on Ichigo at every given moment. It pisses Grimmjow off.

Grimmjow knows. He knows that kitten is so smug, thinks it’s some hot shit. It purposefully looked directly at him and meows after rubbing its face all over Kurosaki. He hates the smug little bastard. But Ichigo continues cuddling the little kitten. And even gives it treats? Hello? Where are Grimmjow’s treats? 

He was supposed to be scenting Ichigo--that was his job. Grimmjow frowned at the little ball of fluff, curled up on Kurosaki's stupid lap. Thought about how to get the human's attention better than some dumb animal. But after spending a few moments glaring at the cat while he was standing next to Ichigo, who was still on the couch, petting it with his long, strong fingers, he sighed.

There was no way he could get rid of the little devil without fighting Kurosaki and still be in good terms with him. But if he had to play that game, he would play to win. So Grimmjow did the best thing he could think of: he curled himself next to Ichigo, head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around the other. A silent plead for attention.

Ichigo stiffened as Grimmjow's arms wrapped around his midsection. He figured Grimmjow would be a little jealous of the newest addition, but he didn't realize it would be as bad as it was. With a hidden smile, Ichigo shifted around, and slid one arm around Grimmjow.

He rested his arm around Grimmjow and lazily drew his fingers up into the tangled mess of blue hair. Absentmindedly, Ichigo began to gently scratch the arrancar’s scalp. A low rumble made him pause, but when he looked over at the arrancar, Grimmjow’s eyes were closed and he was snuggling in closer to Ichigo. Could it be…was he purring? The kitten in his lap shifted and nuzzled into his abdomen. Soft and warm, and vibrating with its own purr, albeit gentler and quieter than Grimmjow’s.

Becoming a cat pillow for the evening was not on Ichigo's plan but seeing how comfortable they were he decided that for today it was okay.

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GrimmIchi Inspired Writing

Note: this piece was inspired by @smorecakes art in collaboration with @chujellies

Warning: implied major character death (and there’s an alternative ending)

[part 1]

Grimmjow’s eyes caught the movement of someone falling down from a tower far from him. His eyes trained on the figure, black clothing, it was a shinigami. He focused harder, orange hair. That couldn’t be… He quickly used his Pesquisa trying to locate Ichigo’s reiatsu. He panicked and immediately sonidoed to the direction of the falling shinigami. He caught him in his arms before he hit the ground. Grimmjow mumbled incoherent words, his breath hitched, heart painfully clenching in his chest, he felt tears falling down his face and he screamed. He screamed until no air was left in his lungs. He screamed until his throat begun to hurt. He screamed until his voice was hoarse and almost gone. All while holding Ichigo’s body tightly against him.

(Alternative ending)

Ichigo opened his eyes and coughed, patting the other on the back to loosen his hold. Grimmjow stared at him, tears still blurring his vision. A hand touched Grimmjow’s face and Ichigo gave a small smile.

“It’s not that bad, just take me to Orihime.”

Grimmjow never ran so fast in his life. The man in his arms was still alive, and he was going to kill the bastard who made him think otherwise.

[part 2]

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GrimmIchi Weekend Challenge #4: When time comes

Words: Impact, Silence

Genre/Trope: Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 2793

Warning: canon typical violence, some language

Challenged by @m34gs

Summary: (5+1 - Enemies to lovers) - 4 times they were enemies and 1 they weren’t, then everything changed.

(1)

Seeing Rukia dying right in front of his eyes was the most terrifying thing he had experienced up until that day. The enemy had pierced her body like it was nothing. Ichigo was petrified for a couple of seconds and when the world started to make sense again he launched forth, clashing with that blue haired devil, who was laughing and enjoying all too much the blood shed. He launched with all his might at the maniac in front of him, swinging his sword at every opportunity. Yet, that bastard kept dodging and toying with him. Ichigo felt the lacerations in his skin gushing blood, and he could feel his inner hollow slowly and steadily trying to take control of his body. But before that happened he was on the ground, the enemy towering him and ready to swing a final blow. Ichigo was ready for the impact, but it never came. When he could focus again he saw Tosen right behind the blue haired man. Despite the adrenaline still running through his body, Ichigo didn’t know what to do; he didn’t have the strength to fight at the moment. Then, he heard a displeased sound coming from the blue haired man, and the next thing his mind focused on was the garganta opening and both of them stepping inside. But before it closed completely, the devil spoke:

“I’m the Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez! Don’t forget, shinigami!”

-x-

(2)

Training with the Visored wasn’t as easy as Ichigo had first thought, specially not with that sly annoying smirking guy. Still, after everything, Ichigo was confident that he could tap into his hollow powers for at least a few minutes now. Fear wouldn’t be the one thing that could make him hesitate in his next battle. The memories of losing control to his hollow were still fresh but he was certain that he was on the path to master its power. He just needed to keep fighting. Fighting with—

“He’s here.”

Ichigo was never good with sensing others reiatsu but for some reason the powerful presence of Grimmjow drew him in like a moth to fire. So, as soon as that spiritual energy hit his senses, he took off.

Facing Grimmjow again was a matter of… something. Ichigo wasn’t quite sure the reason behind his need to square up with him, yet, he knew he wanted to clash blades with the Arrancar again and beat him.

“What happened to your arm?”

“I discarded it. I don’t need it to defeat you, shinigami!”

They clashed and Ichigo decided it was time to test his new found power. The surprised expression on that ever scowling face stirred a dangerous feeling of pride and satisfaction in Ichigo. He was going to show the other that he was strong.

He swung a getsuga tensho.

Grimmjow clashed with him again.

Everything was exhilarating, he felt alive and in control, everything was going well and Ichigo knew that with just one more blow Grimmjow would be the one on the ground. It truly would have been his win if his hollow mask hadn’t cracked. If his time limit hadn’t been reached.

The opportunity to prove that he could take the other was gone. And Grimmjow laughed victoriously as he took his chance to get Ichigo on the ground.

Another victory to Grimmjow.

Ichigo would be finished for good now, if the maniac smile on the other was any indication. However, another Arrancar got in the way. He saw disappointment in Grimmjow’s features, but before he was engulfed by the endless darkness of the garganta, a promise to battle again in Hueco Mundo was made.

Ichigo’s whole body shivered in anticipation.

-x-

(3)

When Ichigo set foot in Hueco Mundo to rescue Orihime he knew deep down in his gut that Grimmjow would be waiting for him. He was stepping inside his lair, right into a trap - or so he thought. However, something stirred inside him when he saw that his enemy had rescued his dear friend from the clutches of whichever monster she was held captive. Seeing Orihime somewhat safe was a relief, a weight - he didn’t know he was carrying before - seemed to have lifted off of his shoulders, and now the only thing left to do was to proceed on wining the next battle.

Grimmjow was waiting for him, expectantly.

Ichigo could hear the drums of a violent battle soon to be unfold, his heart thumping in his chest fast and his whole body trembling from the prospect of seeing the blue-haired Arrancar. He was excited but terrified at the same time as he knew the high stakes of the battle he was fighting. Still, Grimmjow triggered something visceral that was consuming him little-by-little from the inside. Ichigo dared to say he felt pride for being noticed by the other, but the foreign, aching feeling that crawled even on the surface of his skin was— a craving.

Ichigo’s thoughts swirled his mind, still, he tried to keep his usual facade, burying any improper emotion deep down. That proved impossible as every single feeling increased tenfold the moment he saw Grimmjow standing close to him. And when that boisterous voice told him it was time to fight, Ichigo felt like he could let go the trigger of an invisible gun. So, he blurted out:

“Not here”

Grimmjow and his never ending devious smirks got the message loud and clear, both of them sprinting away from the spectators.

They clashed.

Swords lacerating skin.

Gushing wounds painting their skin red.

Grimmjow used his resurrection.

Ichigo released his bankai and hollow mask.

The thrill of battle was something that Ichigo knew all too well, and he wouldn’t admit that the feeling wasn’t all that unpleasant - specially for Grimmjow, who would never let him live in peace if he discovered it.

Then, Grimmjow’s rough voice from exhaustion reached Ichigo’s ears, “You came here to fight me, admit it, Kurosaki!” He laughed as their powers collided in another furious attack.

Ichigo felt a surge of panic as he realized Grimmjow could so easily read him, which made him wonder what faces he was making for the other to get to such conclusions. He wanted to counter, to tell the other that he was wrong, that he was fighting not because it felt good but because he had an obligation to… some greater good or something. In any case, he did have a purpose, he needed to protect the people who he loved. And if that meant fighting enemy after enemy so be it. But instead of denying the accusation, Ichigo chuckled and copied that same smirk the Arrancar usually had on the lips:

“I’ll always fight you.” Ichigo didn’t wait for a reaction from the other, and launched a getsuga tensho.

They fought with claws and teeth, almost literally. And Ichigo couldn’t avoid the thought that if they weren’t in opposite sides, they could have developed some sort of friendly rivalry. Grimmjow and his incessant thirst for the battle field and defeating strong opponents had spiked Ichigo’s interest as he had never seen someone so convicted on battling him. The Arrancar didn’t want to rule worlds, he didn’t care about others, the blue-haired beast just wanted a good fight and to be the king of whatever he thought he should be king of.

Ichigo’s thoughts ran wild and even though his focus was on the battle before him, Grimmjow had almost clawed his face off. Luckily, Ichigo’s quick reflexes saved him. A missed attack didn’t discourage Grimmjow one bit, as another powerful attack reached Ichigo, who kept blocking. For a split second, Ichigo noticed an opening as Grimmjow’s movements started to get sluggish and predictable. He lunged forward, releasing a getsuga tensho right on Grimmjow’s face.

The battle ended not long after.

Out of respect, he held Grimmjow by the wrist preventing his imminent fall on hard sandy ground. He left the unconscious Arrancar there, and shunpoed back to his friends. But, not long before Ichigo had reached them, Grimmjow was back at him, ready to fight - demanding him to fight. Ichigo lunged forward with Grimmjow, but this time Ichigo dropped his sword. He wanted to make a point. Grimmjow and his fight didn’t have to end there with one killing the other, they could go on and on forev— Ichigo paused for a second at the thought.

When Grimmjow barked some insults, demanding him to pick up his sword it was then that Ichigo was sure that they could keep fighting forever. And Ichigo knew he could persuade the other, make a some sort of contract, he was almost convincing Grimmjow that they could meet again at another time. And if it weren’t for the devil Arrancar number 5 to interrupt their exchange of words, perhaps they could have come up with an agreement where they could fight again.

Ichigo would take Grimmjow at any time, anywhere, and he was sure Grimmjow would too. The what ifs in Ichigo’s head kept flooding his mind as he saw Grimmjow on the ground, blood covering every inch of his neck, drenching his clothes.

They’d have been excellent partners. Ichigo thought as he prepared himself to not only defend his friends and himself but also avenge a fallen Arrancar.

-x-

(4)

With everything going to hell as per usual, Ichigo still kept fighting, an obligation to end another battle crawled through his very soul as he knew it was the only way to protect the people he loved. In the middle of all the crisis, Urahara contacted him to update him with some vital information regarding Soul Society and the Quincys. Urahara was in Hueco Mundo, and Ichigo still wasn’t sure what he was doing there, but it didn’t matter Ichigo was sure it had something to do with collecting data and finding a way out of the current situation. What Ichigo wasn’t expecting to hear was a well known voice, a voice that he had wished to hear for a long time now. It had to be HIM shouting in the distance.

“This voice… Is it…?”

He heard some more yelling and cursing before the call went silent for a second and then Urahara kept explaining… something. Ichigo didn’t pay that much attention, his mind was still swirling over the fact that he was sure he had heard Grimmjow’s voice. To think that maybe the Arrancar was alive and doing well stirred something in his very soul. Excitement and anxiousness ran through his body like wildfire, and Ichigo wished that he could see Grimmjow again.

-x-

(5)

Hell went loose. That was one definition of what was going on. Yet, Ichigo was ready to launch into a messy bloodied battle field once more. Another fight that in all reality wasn’t Ichigo’s but somehow he got dragged once more into it. He had fought too many “gods” and tricksters already, one more wouldn’t make a difference now. The only difference was his surprise to know that the remaining Arrancars would help. Even more surprised he was when he saw a Garganta opening and a very familiar blue haired Arrancar appeared before him.

“Grimmjow!” Ichigo gaped, suddenly the air he breathed wasn’t enough and he felt a knot forming in his throat.

Eyes immediately locking in Ichigo’s figure. Those electrifying blue eyes were as mesmerizing as Ichigo remembered them, and that scornful face hadn’t changed a bit. Grimmjow didn’t waste time, closing the distance between Ichigo and himself ready to have a quick fight. They stood in front of each other, eyes trained observing and waiting for any movements, any remarks, anything that could trigger them clashing their swords.

They probably would’ve started fighting already in any other situation, but another familiar green-haired Arrancar crushed him in a hug. At that moment, Ichigo not only heard but saw Grimmjow's annoyance. And for a second Ichigo thought he saw a glimpse of possessiveness in the other. After that, Ichigo got too involved with all the new people arriving and asking questions to really pay attention to Grimmjow. When he finally got the chance, however, he sat down next to the other and tried to talk. Grimmjow mostly scoffed and replied with dry and sarcastic remarks, nonetheless, listening Grimmjow bickering with others and hearing his hoarse deep voice directed to Ichigo affected the substitute shinigami in ways that he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It wasn’t like they were friends, they barely even had anything in common - as far as a Ichigo was aware of. Yet, Ichigo was excited and glad to see Grimmjow again.

“Why are you helping us?”

“If Hueco Mundo is gone… Where else would I fight you?”

Right then Ichigo was sure that their bickering wasn’t only because they were enemies. Something had changed, the Arrancar Ichigo was looking at wasn’t his enemy anymore. Grimmjow was an ally but more than that the blue haired man was Ichigo’s rival, someone who brought to the surface Ichigo’s true nature; someone who understood Ichigo; who showed their feelings through actions more than words.

Which was why Ichigo panicked the moment Grimmjow lunged himself in the enemy's territory, chasing his opponent. And Ichigo’s heart skipped a beat when he had lost Grimmjow from his sight.

Despite Grimmjow’s reckless actions, Ichigo could see it was his usual pretend game of ‘I don’t care’ to cover the truth behind it: to have Ichigo advancing faster to the final battle. To have Ichigo unscathed as possible.

-x-

(+5.5)

Ichigo wasn’t sure what he expected after the war was over, after they defeated a God. However, he wasn’t expecting to not find Grimmjow. His heart sunk when he didn’t hear from the Arrancar. And even though the days passed by in a blur, Ichigo still felt an emptiness inside of him. Ichigo’s life went back to a mundane pace, he didn’t have anything overly difficult to handle, perhaps the most difficult thing now was his collage classes but he still aced them anyway as if they were the easiest thing he’s ever done. Still, it didn’t matter what he was up to during the day, once his head hit the pillow at night silence and peace wasn't something he had. Ichigo's mind wouldn’t quiet down, Grimmjow still haunted his thoughts night after night. By now Ichigo had realized what was going on with him. Not fulfilling the one thing he wanted long ago had made his mind swirl with thoughts of ‘what if’.

What if he had let his hormones talk when he noticed he had indeed a crush on Grimmjow.

What if he had kissed Grimmjow when he had the chance.

What if Grimmjow came back.

That thought alone branched a thousand more scenarios in his head. And even though no one had ever said anything whether or not Grimmjow was dead made everything worse. Because that gave Ichigo hope. A hope that kept growing day after day that Grimmjow would appear out of thin air in front of him.

Ichigo sighed. Another night he was having trouble sleeping. He had tossed and turned in bed a couple of times by now. Yet, the only thing he could think of was strong arms that could be embracing him if Grimmjow was there.

Ichigo turned around again, facing the wall. The window's curtain open, letting the moonlight dimly lit the room. Ichigo’s eyes glanced up to the night sky. He stared for long minutes, watching the bright stars flicker. He was almost closing his eyes, almost falling asleep when a shadow loomed in front of the window. He jumped out of bed fast, immediately grabbed his shinigami badge and without a second thought he let his body fall flat on the bed and he was in his shinigami form.

Just then he took a good look at the figure at the window.

He gaped.

Mouth slightly open in surprise.

Heart beating fast, feeling like it would burst out of his chest.

He swung the window open, and before the man hovering outside could say anything Ichigo drug him inside and crushed the other in a tight hug; face buried on the other’s neck, hands clutching a white jacket.

“So you missed me.” The man’s hoarse voice came out low and right at Ichigo’s ear.

“Fuck you, Grimmjow!” Ichigo blurted out, but he didn’t release the other from his arms.

“Eh? Took you long enough to tell me that.” Grimmjow laughed, as he nuzzled Ichigo’s neck.

Ichigo had a thousand and one questions for Grimmjow. And another thousand and one curses to be directed at the Arrancar too. Yet, all he could think of now was to have that man in his arms and not let him go; not to let him out of his sight ever again.

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Hi!! For the GrimmIchi Ask Game, for number 10 how you see Ichigo waking up to Grimmjow speaking Spanish in his sleep?? I think it would be really cute 🤗

Thank you for sending in an ask! It was really fun to write!

From the ask game here.

#10. Free! Your choice!

*If anyone wants to send in the same ask, feel free, as one of our other mods would answer it with their own thoughts! :)

We hope you like our ideas for this prompt. We not only wrote the cute, humorous side but we also took the liberty to add a bit of drama to it.

Answer is under the cut, as it is a bit long.

Warnings: mention of panic attacks and nightmares.

Ichigo got used to Grimmjow's Spanish sleep-talking, and sometimes he even understood bits and pieces of whatever Grimmjow was dreaming about. He wasn’t any expert in that foreign language, but the two semesters of Spanish he had taken awhile back helped him to understand the basics. So, if his rusty, broken Spanish wasn't tripping on him, he was sure that Grimmjow often dreamed about cats and strawberries. Grimmjow often mumbled something about “fresa en la cama” and “gato quiere fresa” all while snuggling in closer to Ichigo. If Ichigo ever heard Grimmjow purring while sleeping he never dared telling the other.

Sleeping next to Grimmjow had its ups and downs, Ichigo had been kicked and slapped awake more than a couple of times. Grimmjow had even kicked him off the bed once all while yelling “¡Pantera!”. That time, Ichigo's reflexes got the best of him - both helping and not helping him, as Ichigo noticed he was about to fall off the bed Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow by the arm to prevent his fall. It didn’t work. Both of them ended up on the floor, Grimmjow mumbling “es todo su culpa fresa”. Ichigo kicked Grimmjow awake that night.

Most nights Ichigo could just brush it off whatever Grimmjow was sleep-talking. However, once in a blue moon, Grimmjow had nightmares and those nights were scary. Ichigo had woken up a few times with Grimmjow mumbling “¡pare!”, “¡no, él no!”, “¡Por favor no lo mates!”, while tears fell down Grimmjow’s cheeks. Sometimes Grimmjow’s pitch had such straggle and desperation in it that Ichigo didn’t know what to do beside trying to wake him up or cuddling closer until Grimmjow woke up or stopped trembling and panicking. Once, however, it was Ichigo who panicked a bit as he heard Grimmjow snarling right on his ear: “no, esta vez no, Aizen” all while holding tightly Ichigo against his body.

Despite the restless nights they might have, when morning comes Grimmjow is the one who wakes Ichigo up while whispering next to his ear: “mi querido”, “eres muy lindo”, “te quiero mucho”. And when Ichigo opens his eyes he is met with dazzling sapphire-like eyes and a bright loving smile.

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Prompt: Marriage proposal

Word count: 360

Warnings: none

Grimmjow wants to propose to Ichigo - he even practiced a lovely speech, where he’d tell Ichigo their journey together and how all their nagging and fighting had led to feelings he thought he’d never have. He’d tell Ichigo that the only desire he had was to have Ichigo, and his goal was to be by his side forever. The speech would have Ichigo blushing, he was sure of that, however, his plans didn’t go quite as planned.

The first time Grimmjow tried to propose, they were stargazing. At some point, Grimmjow knelt in front of Ichigo and was ready to deliver his speech when a gutural sound echoed in the background. A hollow attack interrupted not only a peaceful night but also Grimmjow’s planned romantic date.

The second time Grimmjow tried to propose to Ichigo, they were at a cafe. Grimmjow had his hand on top of Ichigo’s and he had just started saying that Ichigo had changed his… Grimmjow didn’t finish the sentence as Kisuke and Yoruichi appeared out of thin air and snatched Ichigo away, leaving a confused and furious Grimmjow behind.

The third time Grimmjow tried to propose to Ichigo they were in his room, both of them laying down on their sides on the bed, looking at each other. The moment was perfect to pronounce Grimmjow’s love for the other, it was quiet and private. And Grimmjow did. He delivered the speech he had prepared, and Ichigo was smiling brightly at him, nodding his head in agreement at every word, snuggling closer and closer to him. However, the only problem about being in Ichigo’s room was that it seemed to be the place where every single shinigami liked to gather. Before Grimmjow could even ask Ichigo to marry him, Rukia and Renji barged in unannounced and talking loudly. Another night was ruined.

The fourth time when Grimmjow decided it was the right time to ask Ichigo in marriage, they had just arrived home. And before any inconvenience happened, Grimmjow just grabbed Ichigo's right hand and put the ring on his finger.

Ichigo chuckled and held the other closer, leaning in to kiss Grimmjow on the lips.

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Crossroad Contract

Words: 870

Warnings: mentions demons

Making contracts in an isolated crossroad was his job. Giving what people want made him feel like he was a God. And he felt a thrill running through his very soul every time he took everything away, including those tainted souls. He was proud of the imminent destruction that followed every new contract. He was chaos. He caused havoc to anyone who touched him. People heard about him. People sought out for him. And even after everything they heard, they never learned that nothing was for granted. Nothing was forever. It was barely a fleeting moment. The crossroad contract was a borrowed time of bliss and richness, but a guarantee doomed eternity from the moment it was signed.

The tall, blue haired demon was damn good at his job. The moment electric blue eyes shone in the darkness, whoever summoned him was his eternal prey. The name, Grimmjow, the panther demon of the crossroad was well-known in every realm. Grimmjow himself made sure that his name was known, feared and worshiped, throughout the centuries. Night after night Grimmjow stole contract after contract with a devious smile on his lips, and a warning always following:

“When time comes you won’t outrun me, and hiding is useless. You’re my prey and I will find you.”

Grimmjow had made his last contract of the night, nothing interesting, a dying guy just wanted to have his health restored. Boring stuff. Stupid stuff. People were always willing to give their soul for an extra time with their beloved ones. Truly foolish thing, if you asked Grimmjow. But he never denied a contract, it didn’t matter what those people wanted. He could give it. After all, their souls would be engulfed in darkness and devoured sooner or later. The underworld God would be pleased to see another corrupted Being wandering the vast, never-ending, land of the dead.

Grimmjow grinned as the darkness surrounded him in a swirl of pitch-black smoke. It was time to go back. However, a flickering light caught his eyes. Someone was approaching the crossroad. He hesitated to leave, and with a flick of his hand the black smoke dissipated. He waited whoever it was to approach. When he could see the figure was close enough, Grimmjow was stunned by the beauty that was the man. He was tall, almost as tall as the demon himself; his body was lean, but Grimmjow was sure by just looking at the exposed biceps that underneath all the clothes well defined muscles were in place. However, what truly captivated the blue haired demon was the amber like eyes, so bright and warm that they reminded him of scorching flames. And to top it all beautiful orange locks cascaded down his shoulders.

The man stopped in front of him, a smile as bright as the sun itself caught the demon off guard. Grimmjow was mesmerized, and he felt like he had been enchanted. For decades he had lost his appetite for the flesh, but now, seeing this ethereal man in front of him, stirred a hunger that Grimmjow hadn’t felt in a very long time. Grimmjow craved to taste that man, to take him and make him his for eternity.

“So, you’re the crossroad demon I’ve heard so much about,” the melodic but strong voice of the orange haired man reached Grimmjow’s ears, who took a step closer, a predatory smile on the lips.

“That’s right, sweetheart. What do you desire?”

The man seemed to study him and ponder on the question, as he also stepped forward. Now both were mere inches from each other.

“Me? Let’s see…” the man worried his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes going to the upper left as if thinking, then redirected them to the electrifying blue ones in front of him, “what do you desire the most?”

Grimmjow fully laughed, head going back in an exaggerated manner.

“I’m the demon. You’re the one who wants a contract.”

The man shrugged, “Indulge me for a bit, will you?”

Grimmjow locked eyes with him again, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Grimmjow’s hands reached for the other, wrapping his arms around the other, pulling him flush against him. The man immediately put his arms around the demon’s shoulders, and Grimmjow inched his face closer, almost purring his next words:

“You.”

The demon closed the little distance that still existed between them, and devoured the other’s mouth. The messy and heated kiss was short but not less breath taking, and when their lips parted away and their eyes locked together, the man had a glint in his eyes that made Grimmjow’s whole soul tingle in excitement.

“So you shall have it, Grimmjow.” The man spoke calmly, voice almost a whisper.

“But you shall know that this contract is for eternity.”

Grimmjow scolded, eyebrows knitted together and quickly he tried to withdraw from the other, but without avail. The man’s fingers tangled on his hair in a vice grip, while his other arm had long before traveled down to Grimmjow’s waist and locked him flush against him.

“Who the hell are you?” Grimmjow barked, irritation clear in his voice.

“The name’s Ichigo. And you’ll sit by my side until the end of time.”

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GrimmIchi Prompt:

“Embracing from behind” from this list.

Challenge: 100 words

Warnings: none

The Kurosaki household had a visitor every night. Ichigo had tried to kick Grimmjow out but failed. The first couple of times, Ichigo slammed the door on his face. However, once Yuzu opened it, let Grimmjow in, and offered dinner.

While Ichigo washed the dishes, Grimmjow avidly watched with intent in his eyes. He sneakily approached.

Ichigo glanced over his shoulder when arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him tightly against Grimmjow’s body.

Ichigo trembled.

Then, he was spun around and released not far from the sink.

“I'll do it.”

Ichigo stared perplexed at Grimmjow’s back, his cheeks on fire.