#tstl

[phobalicphobia]

kill it

[yarrow-crown]

Bite the Hand

When it comes to Kuchiki Byakuya, Renji is learning, the truth is always more dangerous than rumor.

Byakuya/Renji | explicit | 8k | oneshot | complete

Layered beneath the iron tang of Byakuya’s blood where Renji has broken skin, beneath the sweat, beneath the salt and the geraniums, always the geraniums, Renji can smell it: the telltale spring wind of Byakuya’s power, always threatening to rip free from its carefully-tended confines, never distant enough to forget, never close enough to touch.  The scent was so faint to Renji’s untrained nose the first time he stood near enough to Byakuya to catch it—that day at the academy, when Renji first glimpsed power, when Byakuya looked back at where Renji stood—only for a moment; an awful, meaningless moment—and seemed not to see anything at all.

[christinaroseandrews]

@nnifer96​

TSTL means Too Stupid to Live it’s an affliction that a lot of romance novel heroines (and heroines in general) have. It tends to be abbreviated in Romancelandia because of Twitter character limits.

[lightsofmyworld]

‪So spoilers about the wedding are leaking on social media and I haven’t seen a one. Excuse me while I go out and by a lottery ticket. This is obvious a red letter day for me. ‬

‪Hello billions here I come ‬

[yarrow-crown]

Toward Some Tender Light Chapter 2: Night Train

Welcome to Kuchiki Byakuya's Soul Society.

On the lake shore where the gleam of the mirrored surface was not so bright that one could not pick through the rocks and the jetsam, a warm stone was nestled, oft-turned by the centuries, just the weight to fill a palm: a night in late spring, Kohaku at home, nursing another growth spurt. In his sixteenth year he looked more like his father than ever. Byakuya held open the curtain of energy which protected the rest of the manor from his son’s earth-rattling noise-making. Silently, invisibly he listened to the ululations emitted by the heavy bodies of metal which decorated what once was Soujun’s bedroom. Kohaku’s was a song of a thousand birds, birds as blades, birds poised for the slaughter and dying for it, for him, the leader of their dance. And he was dancing. Beautiful boy, deathless, Byakuya’s most cunning and most wonderful victory. 

[yarrow-crown]

geranium and salt

[yarrow-crown]

Toward Some Tender Light Chapter 1: Red House

No wall or spell can fortify the Kuchiki house against the rot, not even their son, finally home after five years.

“Dad,” Haku says. Neither father nor son bend toward the house, silent and alert as dogs. The wind wraps around them warmer still. “Why did I leave?” The brightness of the valley opens into a hole. He knows this hole; he laps at it with a child’s reverence. Its emptiness commands he can only feel around it the way a perimeter of bluffs courts the sea below. In blank lust he traverses its decaying edge, too focused on the path before him to make out the foam and the rocks.  What you left was not a home but a crime. Crime of rot, unclean, what crime? Shinigami prefer to die than to age. What sin drove you from that house, that training yard where gods court death? When the wound was fresh, before the hole, you saw in the Kurosakis’ bathroom mirror your mother’s face. Why choose to live? Your father has wondered this all his god’s life.   “I don’t know,” says Kenpachi.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Is it acceptable for the AMMs to ask for their hand in marriage? Coz @ Kun from every single au 👀👉👈

HAHAHAHAHHA Not sure, let me ask them

Zemblanity!Kun: “Beat me to it? Ah, I already got your ring though. What? Of course I’d say yes, what have I ever done to make you think otherwise?”

TSTL!Kun: “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Covalence!Kun: “After all of this time? I thought I lost my chance years ago, I mean, yes, of course.”

Prominence!Kun: “No.”