Kazui Kurosaki in my BLEACH AU. At 45 years old, the Soul Society saw use in Kazui Kurosaki's power. The man was sentenced to be locked away, kept in a state of suspended aging so that his immense power may be used when necessary.
Kikuo entered the cell one day, expressing interest in using Kazui's Hell powers. He took him outside and had him activate a gateway to Hell. Kazui asked when Kikuo would take him back, to which Kikuo replied "Never! You're a free man. Tell them the Kuchiki family endorsed your release. I guess it isn't too incorrect, considering they practically own me... But I know Sho-jo and Yoshi. They won't contest this." Kikuo leapt into Hell to find his father, and Kazui stood there in disbelief. It's been 400+ years, and he's being let go again. Once Kikuo comes back and he closes the gate, Kazui decides his first step is to reconnect with his family. Kikuo watches him leave before returning to his base with Jushiro Kotetsu and Kaien Abarai.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 67/?
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Sans (Underfell)/Reader, Papyrus(Underswap)/Reader, Sans (Dancetale)/Reader, Sans (Inktale)/Reader, GasterSans/Reader, Alphys/Undyne, Error Sans/ Reader
Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Sans (Underfell), Papyrus (Underswap), sans(underswap), Sans(Dancetale), Sans(Inktale), Reader, Sans (errortale)
Additional Tags: Underfell Sans, Underswap Sans, Underswap Papyrus, Dance!Sans, Ink!Sans - Freeform, Reader is named and described, reader is female, reverse-harem - Freeform, Basically did this because I had ideas for Ink and Dance, More skelebros later?, Surface timeline, sexy sexy fun times, Porn With Plot, Or Plot with Porn, Fluff, LOADS of fluff and puns, Might be some Angst, love and laughter, soul-mates, soul bonds, Other Undertale characters will pop up, My first real porn, Please Don't Hate Me, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Light-Hearted, Joyful, Seriously not Serious, we're having fun!, sexy fun!, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Where'd this angst come from???, Comfort/Angst, this has turned into a slow burn, if you ignore the intermission, it'll pick up though!, the story is alive!, Polyamory, since obviously this is a consensual poly relationship, Voyeurism, Cause its offical, Ink is a voyeur, You can't convince me otherwise, Romance, E but Wholesome!, Sex Positive, Respectful and Affectionate, Mild non/con?, Bad affirmation techniques, Good affirmation techniques, Proper in story smut!, 33 is smut!, Finally!, error!sans - Freeform, Offically a soulmate!
Series: Part 1 of Freedom of the Soul
Summary:
You are Rhia (short for Rhiannon), a web editor, who is just starting to get into the popular video hosting world of ViewStream, as a digital artist/gamer. After a fight with your controlling parents, you decide its more than time to get out on your own. Now you're in the middle of nowhere, wondering how in the heck you let Undyne and Alphys talk you into moving in with their skeletal friends.
This is your adventure in life and love with a whole bunch of skeletons.
It was a slow day, so I watched the 4th Bleach movie: Hell Verse. To be honest it’s not impressive at all. The fights feel poorly constructed, the villains lacking much character, plot holes and the animation (aside from a few scenes) being only marginally better than average. Bleach fans can definitely do better.
Because I wrote and rewrote this hell chapter and so I’m posting it somewhere even if I cut it from the story.
(please excuse the weird formatting in this top bit)
Adrien stretched and she groaned. He opened his eyes to look down at her. She was draped across his chest like a rag doll. One arm was thrown out across his stomach and the other tucked in underneath him at what must have been an uncomfortable angle. Her cheek was pressed to his skin and all he could see was the top of her head.
"We left the window open," she muttered.
"Just the curtains," he said.
"Thank you for the distinction, smart ass," she said.
"You're welcome, nice ass," he said as his hand crept down her back.
"Hey! Chat!" she said.
She flipped away from him, rolling over and disturbing Plagg. Plagg who usually slept on a soft little bed he had set up from himself beneath the heating vent, had apparently been sleeping on Ladybug somewhere. He glared at them both and then drifted off in search of either food or a bed that didn't move. Ladybug ignored the kwami completely. She got a hold of a pillow and reached back to hit Adrien with it. He giggled and nuzzled her between her shoulder blades. She stopped hitting him with the pillow and buried her face in it. He cuddled in behind her and lined his body up with hers so they fit together.
"Leave my ass out of it," she said.
"But it's so cute," he said.
"You're ridiculous," she said.
"Maybe but you're the one still hiding in the blankets, roll over?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"Because you don't trust me?" he asked.
"I trust you. I do but can you honestly swear to me that if you knew who I was and where I was, that you wouldn't try and do something about my Akuma problem? Because if it were the other way around, if it were you, I don't think I could convince myself not to check in on you just to make sure you were ok," she said.
She wasn’t wrong but he almost didn’t hear it over the way she told him that she would protect him if he needed it.
"So we deal with it. Together," he said.
She sighed. He wrapped his arms a little more tightly around her waist and waited for her to put her thoughts together.
"Let's give it another week. You and my friend can do another attempt at drawing attention but if it isn't gone by next week, we'll capture it and then deal with whatever he sends next," she said.
"Half a week," he said.
"Fine, if nothing has changed, I'll have lunch in one of those bistros by the Eiffel Tower on Wednesday afternoon. You and the other Ladybug can make an appearance and catch my Akuma. It'll be believable enough that I knew nothing about it and it will keep your civilian self far away from it," she said.
"Aw, is my Lady worried about me?" he asked.
"It isn't just you, Chat," she said grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers through his so she could hold onto him as she talked, "If it finds you, if Hawkmoth finds you, he also finds the vault. It's gone through everything I own. I started leaving papers tucked into my books so that I would be able to tell if they had been moved. It's gone through the books on my shelves, my sketchbooks, my clothes, my jewelry box. It's touched everything I own."
"It'll be over soon," he said into her neck as her voice rose.
She nodded and once she was calm again, she continued, "It isn't just you. I know you can take care of yourself but if it found the vault. It would be bad."
"So I'll come get rid of it, you can go back to being you, we'll clear the rest of the vault and we'll go after Hawkmoth. We’ve been fighting the battles as they come, maybe it’s time to fight the war,” he said.
"Just not today," she said.
"Excellent plan," he said.
Ok, then I left that because maybe jumping forward would help smooth out the weird vibe of that chapter once I knew where it was going. BUT NOPE.
Adrien's Sunday night plans had been Alya's idea. She had collected up a few of their old college friends for a night out. They'd go out for food and then maybe to some little wine bar that was just fancy enough to give everyone an excuse to wear their nice clothes. He was intentionally not wearing anything made by Agreste and he was wearing jeans. It was a small rebellion that no one else would notice. One did not wear jeans to an event. It was simply not done. He had been taught this at seven years old.
Dark jeans and a black shirt though was perfectly acceptable for a night out with his friends. He stood in the bathroom and let himself indulge in a fantasy of having Ladybug there. They could get ready together. She could make comments on his shirt and do that thing that girls did in movies where they fixed their boyfriend's tie. She'd bump him out of the way so she could use the mirror and he'd make sure to sneak in a kiss before she put on her lipstick. He shook his head hard to shake the image loose but a smile lingered on his lips.
The knock came at his door and he hurried over to answer it.
"I would have come down and met you, you didn't need to come all the way up here," he said with a grin.
Nino gave him a shrug and an apologetic spread of his hands. He'd actually dressed up. Nino dressing up wasn't quite measured by the same criteria as Gabriel had always applied to his son. For Nino dressing up meant that he was wearing nice jeans and had put a blazer on over his Star Wars t-shirt. It was actually very well put together Geek Chic except Nino wasn't doing it on purpose.
"Marinette had to stay late at work and needs to change, can she use your bathroom?" Alya said.
Adrien glanced at her. She did dressed up well. Pure Alya somehow but still elegant. Marinette was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. All his hopes that his horrible speech from Friday afternoon had been forgotten vanished when he saw her face. Her eyes were too wide and her mouth was a little open. His heart hurt a little bit. He'd ruined their friendship.
Still he forced a friendly smile and stepped back so they could come inside.
"No, it's fine, I can change when we get there," she said shaking her head and stepping away.
"I brought you something important, go put it on, it'll take five minutes," Alya said dropping her own purse onto Marinette's shoulder and dragging her into the apartment. Marinette shot Adrien a look over her shoulder as Alya pulled her toward the bathroom. It was obviously meant to mean something but beyond the fact that she didn't look happy, he couldn't say what.
"Dude, what did you do?" Nino asked.
"Not sure," he said still watching where Alya was pushing Marinette into the bathroom.
He didn't have people over often. His Akuma collection meant most people had a negative reaction to his apartment and didn't want to come back so it was easy. Both Alya and Nino had been there before but they'd never stayed long. The only person who ever stayed was Ladybug. It was always a bit of a novelty to have people in his space and for the few minutes it would take Marinette to change, it wouldn't matter.
Nino tossed himself down on the sofa and told a story about a literature professor in one of his courses. Alya joined them to argue with him about the merits of literary analysis. They were laughing as though this was an old argument that they'd had a hundred times before.
"Says the journalism student," Nino said as Alya mouthed the same words.
Adrien laughed. They were like a comedy sketch. This was exactly what he needed to distract him from how far away Wednesday was. He could handle Marinette being uncomfortable. He would apologize and behave like a normal person and they'd find that friendship again. He took Nino's side in the argument just to make Alya give him the betrayed face.
"Marinette did you fall in the toilet?!" Alya yelled out, she flipped around on the sofa and leaned over the back of it to look at the bathroom door. She was dressed up in a shimmery autumn orange blouse and very tight pants and had twisted her hair up into a messy bun. She looked too fancy to be leaning over the back of a couch but that didn't stop her. She also had pink socks with strawberries on them.
"I'm fine, just a second," Marinette yelled back.
Marinette was indeed out of the bathroom in another moment. She wore her hair down and a navy blue turtleneck dress that clung a little too much to look as proper as a turtleneck should have.
"Ok, yeah, you were right," Alya said.
"Right about what?" Adrien asked.
"I told her that dress would make her look like someone's mother but no, you make it work, girl," Alya said.
"Thank you," Marinette said in a tone that seemed to mean she was talking about something else. Alya winked and Marinette tossed her her purse back. Adrien smiled at them. They had one of those friendships where they seemed to be capable of communicating without letting anyone else understand them. Nino was watching them with the same confusion that Adrien had. He shrugged when Adrien made eye contact. Not quite the same but close enough.
"Are you mocking us?" Alya asked
She dropped back to sit on the furniture normally. Marinette didn't sit down. She leaned over Nino and Alya and gave a really strained smile. Adrien felt immediately guilty. Her attention was anywhere but on him. She kept glancing over her shoulder rather than making eye contact even though he was sitting right there.
"Are we ready to go?" Marinette asked.
They gathered up their things, sorted back out shoes still chattering. Adrien's nerves were easing more and more as they laughed. Marinette didn't say anything. She handed out coats and looked like she was itching to zip up Alya's leather boots for her rather than wait for her to do it. Her discomfort was starting to get to him.
Once Nino and Alya were out in the hall, Marinette hooked her fingers into his belt loop and yanked him back with more strength than someone her size should have been capable of. It was unsettlingly like Ladybug yanking on his tail. He spun toward her in confusion. She still wasn't looking at him. She was looking at Alya.
"I forgot something, we will meet you there," she said directly to Alya in a voice that was all false cheer and then she closed the door on the two of them and turned the deadbolt. Adrien was caught on the inside with her and she was still holding onto his jeans. He was too surprised to even step away from her hold. She had her arm nearly all the way around his waist and there was none of her usual awkwardness.
"What is going on?" he asked.
"You didn't hear it? I thought you were the one with the great hearing," she said and then she turned and ran back into the apartment. He hesitated but then he did hear it.
Broken glass tinkling against a hard surface.
"Mari, what-" he started.
She wasn't listening. She hit the hallway before he did and skidded along the hardwood in her stockings. The two bedroom doors faced each other. Both of them were open. He hadn't left them open he never did. Neither light was on. He heard the shuffle of feet and the grating sound of the broken glass being pushed over the metal floor of the vault. His teeth hurt.
Marinette ran by both open doors to grab hold of the window at the end of the hall and slam it shut. She had to jump for it and pull it down with all her weight. She locked it as he shut the doorway between the hall and the living room. They stared at each other from opposite sides of the two open doors. It was freezing but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide.
Out of the bedroom - the wrong bedroom, the one that wasn't a bedroom anymore - a little black butterfly fluttered out into the space between them.
BUT as much as I love that final image - Marinette’s reactions here are WRONG. So I tried again:
Adrien did not invite people over to his home. Most people who had been in his apartment didn't want to come back so it was easy. The room full of Akuma set everyone on edge. They even made his skin crawl and he had lived with them for years. People came up with excuses to leave early and he felt better knowing that he wasn't putting anyone in danger by having them that close to that many Akuma.
But Alya had insisted and there were some people whose insistence couldn't be argued with. She had called him while he'd been getting ready and asked if they could come up for ten minutes while Marinette changed clothes. No. She had informed him that the decision had been made and he hadn't been able to come up with a good argument.
It was a last minute addition to the plan. They were going out for food and then to some little wine bar that was just fancy enough to give everyone an excuse to wear their nice clothes. He was intentionally not wearing anything made by Agreste and he was wearing jeans. It was a small rebellion that no one else would notice. One did not wear jeans to an event. It was simply not done. He had been taught this at seven years old.
Dark jeans and a black shirt though was perfectly acceptable for a night out with his friends. He stood in the bathroom and let himself indulge in a fantasy of having Ladybug there. They could get ready together. She could make comments on his shirt and do that thing that girls did in movies where they fixed their boyfriend's tie. She'd bump him out of the way so she could use the mirror and he'd make sure to sneak in a kiss before she put on her lipstick. He shook his head hard to shake the image loose but a smile lingered on his lips.
There was a knock at the door and he gave his reflection a smile. Normal and welcoming. That was good. He wasn't going to make things as awkward as he had on Friday. He was going to keep all his manners in check and he'd rebuild everything with Marinette. He didn't want to lose a friendship because he couldn't stop running his mouth.
He opened his apartment door on an argument.
"... change at the restaurant, it'll take five minutes," Marinette was saying. Her attention snapped to him the moment the door opened. He smiled at them but the expression she gave him wasn't friendly.
"We're already here," Alya said.
"You know, I should go. This was a mistake. I've got to be on set at six tomorrow, I shouldn't be going out at all," Marinette said.
She turned, shaking her head and pulling her coat a little tighter around her as she started to walk back down the hallway. Adrien looked at Nino who spread his hands and shrugged exaggeratedly. Alya had her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. She wore boots with sharp heels and tight pants that disappeared under a baggy wool jacket. She looked intimidating but Marinette was obviously immune to it. She shot Alya a look and shook her head again.
"Marinette!" Alya said.
"Reasons, Alya," Marinette said.
Adrien started to follow her and she spun fully around and pointed at him, "Don't."
…..
At which point I set the entire thing on fire - metaphorically - though there is some appeal to printing it and burning it.
