Ichigo: Are you mad?
Grimmjow: No.
Ichigo: Okay, so cleaning your sword at 3 am is a hobby now?
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Ichigo: Are you mad?
Grimmjow: No.
Ichigo: Okay, so cleaning your sword at 3 am is a hobby now?
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?
Inspired by this dialogue
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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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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Alternately by @m34gs
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Grimmjow: If Hueco Mundo’s gone… I’m gonna miss our fights.
Ichigo: Right. Fights? Nothing else, huh?
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.