moonsheen | experimental end of days

Hollow!Orihime yo.

Of COURSE I'd take advantage of this

The thing that was Captain Kurosaki Ichigo pulled his cracked lips wide. The last of his mask fell from his left eye. They glittered like the coin of the crime boss, calling the toss on whether or not his victim lived or die.

"Hey, toots," he said, jerking his head to the side to get a looksee. "You want me to tell you something?"

The thing that was the Hollow Le Fey beat her wings in protest. Snow swished through the shreds of her torn gossamer wings. Her hair: the thick, shining, slithering ropes of it, pulled tighter in the knots around him. It bit into his waist, his ankles, his wrists, arms, shoulders.

His neck. He laughed. "That a no?" he gurgled hoarsely and, with a burst of strength she had not known he'd had left, wrapped his hands around the tresses like a lasso, and pulled her into his arms.

"I'll tell you something," he murmured, feeling her twist and roll against him. He licked his up, black eyes half lidded. He bent his head to her ear. "...you..."

She was hissing at him. Snarling under her breath: "I will eat you, I will end you, I will end you. Tsubaki! Tsubaki! Where are you where are you. I repel thee, I repel..."

"Right now, babe? You're the one I wanna devour the most," said the thing that was Kurosaki Ichigo, before taking her chin. He kissed her savagely, savouring the way she struggled, she beat her wings, she sliced him with with her hair. Her long, light hair, that she hadn't cut since she was...

He pulled back. "...and I'll see you when you come home." He drew his sword.

It was over fast, after that: she cursed him the whole way. She promised death. She promised an eternity of hunting him down like a dog, she promised many things as her spindly limbs, her dragonfly wings, her long black writhing gown began to fall apart. Her eyes stayed wide and fixed on him. Her hair was last to fade: the strands of it left hanging off of Ichigo's arms and shoulders the way he'd severed it.

"...you were delicious," she said bitterly, at the last.

When she had gone Ichigo spat out blood and felt the sting in his mouth where she'd nipped off the tip of his tongue. "...damn," he said, smile fading.

Suddenly he was bleeding and alone on the snowfield, and in the reflection of his sword he could see the clear whites of his eyes. Brown again. Also fucking exhausted.

"...speaking of home," he groaned, stumbled on his feet, cut a hole in the world...and hauled his sorry ass back to where he knew his wife would know to find him.

You know the whole "red strings of fate" thing? What happens when they get tangled. (Like, seriously fucked up, man.) God(dess)!Rukia to save the day! Only not. In the worse way possible.

This is not so much "plot" as "I've been reading too much romance lately and desire something like it - only less soap opera. Comedy, please!"

"Fool," said Rukia, buzzing in discontent. Her toes nearly left the ground.

After a moment of surveying the baffled crowd, she snorted. "Fools," she corrected, folding her arms. "You should all thank me, but I expect that none of you humans will have that courtesy!"

"...the hell are you," said the nicely dressed boy with the blonde hair. He was rubbing his eyes particularly hard, as though he recognized her from somewhere. "...weren't you dressed as a duc--"

"OH JUST CONSIDER ME A HELPING HAND," Rukia trilled, quickly turning every napkin in the room to a nice cheerful bunny pattern. "THE ONLY THANKS I NEED IS YOUR HAPPINESS, OH, OH KUROSAKI-KUN YOU ARE MAKING ME BLUSH--"

"You're really really loud," said the boyish girl, who was was helping up the one with the glasses. She didn't say anything about the lipstick smear on her cheek. She wasn't absorbing that little bit yet. "And how do you know his--"

"AND CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU ALL."

The big one with the messy hair blinked. "You're floating."

"--we're going now, Renji," hissed Rukia, hooking her fingers into her furry companion's collar. He gave a startled snarl.

"Hell no, not until you change me--"

They vanished in an impressive flash of glitter, happiness...but mostly just an impressive flash.

Left on their own accord, the wedding guests all stood around and, as seemed to be par for this course, looked confused.

"Huh," said Ichigo finally,"So, uh. Me and the guitar and the rose..."

"Forgotten," swore Tatsuki. "Long as we don't talk about the--"

"Got it....And Chad? Next time? Ask me before you take my sister out. Especially if there's going to be a musical number."

"...mm."

"Ok, long as we're clear."

"...I don't think..." wavered a feeble voice hanging off of Tatsuki's arm. So feeble, in fact, that all eyes turned upon him. "Anything is 'clear' at all, Kurosaki Ichigo..."

Ishida Uryuu lifted his head, squinted, and immediately fixed his glasses.

"Excuse me," he said, in a clipped voice. "I hope it's not too much trouble. But if anyone would care to tell me why I am in a wedding dress it would be very. much. appreciated..."

I... have no idea what's going on. AT ALL. (okay - maybe a little. after several rereads, yes.)

...IT'S PERFECT. OMG Thankies!

Rinali falls into the strange reversed world at the center of the earth when she goes up against a demon too strong for any one exorcist to face. Allen goes after her to save her, but can he even save himself?!

She cried and cried, and after awhile she stopped. In the quiet against his shoulder, Rinali stared over the lake at the reflection of a black sky and white stars it felt like forever since she'd seen and sighed.

"Your hand's burned," she said

"It's okay," said Allen, gently, "Your brother can fix it." The twitch in the corner of his mouth was instinctive, but he didn't let it stop him from covering her with his coat. There was a chill to the air, not that that wasn't something of a relief. He would have joked about it, but it didn't seem the time.

"Hhe can. I'll tell him not to use the experimental tools," Rinali giggled, and then after a moment trailed off, turned her head up, and looked him in the eyes.

"...suicides are damned," she said. "It's written down somewhere. I don't really remember where right now. It's a Mortal Sin, to take your own life. You are committing a crime against God, taking one of His beautiful creations from this earth..."

Rinali held her arm infront of them, staring at the patchwork of old, twisted scars that had returned to normal under the remnants of the bandages Allen had lashed them in.

"So, if I'd done it right. All those times I tried...I tried to escape, from the Headquarters before my brother came..."

She shut her eyes. "I would've been there anyway. For forever--just like Mephistopheles said--"

"No, you wouldn't have."

"Allen?"

He'd tipped his head towards her so that they were eyelevel and their bangs brushed. "You wouldn't have," he said again, eyebrows raised. "I think I'm fairly sure of this, Rinali!"

Suddenly, she wanted to cry again. "And why is that, Allen?" She asked, already knowing the answer, by the way he suddenly tightened his arm around her and looked so serious, so, so...

"Because I'd come after you," he said, "And I'd play cards again. And I'd beat him, no matter what. Even if he made me play an, erm, absolutely honest game! I wouldn't leave until you could come back with me. I-- Rinali?"

"I'm fine, Allen," she said, shaking. "I'm...I'm really really fine."

To prove it, she put her hand on the back of his neck and kissed him: but when they returned to Headquarters both of them left that out of their report.

AAHH. That is so sweet and so--omg. Redemption kisses for the win.

♥♥♥♥

Allen playing cards against Mephistopheles oh my god. That is a classic scene that actually SHOULD get written someday♥

OHHHH SO PURTY... good lord this was hard to find, like most allen/rinali... and so well-written, too! "Because I'd come after you.--" oh the sweetness. I loved this :D

*swoon* FINALLY! AN ALLEN/RINALI KISS DRABBLE!! ♥♥♥ *worships you*

Intriguing...hmmm...children of current bleach characters must avenge the deaths of their parents. And Kon must breed!

...I think this is a sin against humanity, but have I told you lately that I love you?

Kuchiki Raizoku turned and smacked her in the face with his ponytail. Framed in the light of the setting sun, she could see the faint rust color in the edges of his hair.

"I don't care," he said. "I'm done here. I'm going home."

Cindy put a hand to her face, feeling welt on the cheek. He tossed his head hard. "Don't think you should, nyo."

"You don't have a choice in this."

Cindy tossed her hair, importantly. "Don't think I'll let, nyo. You're still angry, you shouldn't go home angry! You're silly when you're angry, nyo. You do silly things."

"You talk like that," growled Raizoku, turning back. "And do you know how many laws your very existance breaks--"

"...Papa loved my existance," said Cindy, softly. "He said I was precious, nyo. Like all things are."

...Raizoku let go of his sword.

"My mother," he said, and he said nothing after that. Which was just fine. The girl took the shinigami's hands, and ran her fingers over the soft skin between his index fingers and his thumbs--where the callouses didn't reach.

"He said I was precious, nyo. Like all things are."

I -- I have tears in my eyes. Damn you. How'd you make me fall in love with these characters in just a few lines?

Multichapter AU: Ed and Al are brothers in 1800s Germany. They were super-close as children but have now drifted apart: Al is an up and coming military man, Ed is a drunken research scientist with huge psychological issues due to his relationship with God and incestuous feelings for his brother. Some convinient twist of plot has them living together. LET THE SEXUAL HEALING BEGIN! Must be as much turn of the century gothic romance novelesque as possible.

On the desk was a letter, and on the letter was written this:

'...there have probably been warmer autumns, but I daresay by that token there have been colder ones as well. Leave has been a welcome change. The country has done Brother a world of good, Mother, you will be pleased to know. His colour has returned and so has his mouth, every morning walk I think he scares more children with his mutterings and scandalizes everyone with his swearing. Soon, people will start accusing him of speaking in tongues. But it is not tongues, Mother. He is relearning Ancient Greek, a battle I think I'll may be entrenched by for a very long time.

Right now though, he's resting. As he should, the physicians keeps telling him this and he keeps ignoring it--but I think anyone would forgive them if they could see him now. It is a sight, Mother, and because you are not here I will tell it to you in detail: the reading room of the Rockbell summer estate, which you know. An an armchair, which you do not know. Sleeping peacefully with his boots still on and a pile of books propping up his hanging arm, the noonday light slanting in through the windows and over his face--which is lined, but at some peace. Sometimes he croaks out some horrible curse that will no doubt be repeated in the waking hour but here and now he settles, and I fear will have to turn him back onto his stomach again soon. He is impossible. I think you would marvel to see him at it...'

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This is *so* *perfect.* I really want to read this fic now.

(...Do they get to have sex? They do, right?)

Moon-meme, yay! Captain!Hisana and dying!Byakuya - almost role-reversal.

She knelt next to him.

"My lord," she whispered.

The reply came tired, but caustic: "That quaver is most irritating."

She took his hand. "My lord," she said, kissing it. "My lord. This one has always--"

"And that will not be necessary." Byakuya closed his eyes. "Your presence has always sufficed."

And, for the second time in her life, his wife began to cry.

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In the years after it became well known-- for she was famous in her history; famously alley-gotten, famously humble, and famously determined despite it all. The Scarlet Captain. The Captain the Sixth. A little woman who was lost in the folds of a haori slightly too large for her, easily dwarfed by most of her subordinates and almost all of her peers. Still, she never went unnoticed, her voice never unheard. For despite everything she honoured her husband's dying wish: Kuchiki Hisana was the head of her household, and all that it owned. It was sizable and, let it be said, she managed it better than anyone would have ever guessed.

Kuchiki Byakuya had never been the type to marry a fool.

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Soi Fong settled back, with a snort. She stabbed a dumpling off the top of the pile with great prejudice.

“Well,” she scoffed, chewing contemptuously. “Now that that’s over…”

“You do not think she may return, Lady Soi Fong?”

Taking another one, the woman eyed the black clothed servant with a curled lip. “Oh, yes. That’s exactly what she’ll do.” The Lady Hornet reclined, twirling the fingers of one hand in an idle dismissal.

“In a hundred years maybe.” Soi Fong smirked, refolding her legs. “But it would take twice as long for that slip of thing to learn to play my game.”

“I see,” said the servant solemnly, watching the woman consider her palette once more. “But of course, Lady Soi Fong, you are right.”

The stab of the chopsticks caused Soi Fong’s third dumpling to explode in mess of grey, spicy smoke; as well as activated the rest of the hidden bombs beneath. In moments, the entire room was filled and all occupants gagging horribly.

Save one--making his way to the roof, with the stolen sword tucked into his belt, Soi Fong’s tall servant pulled down his mask and took off his cap.

“But I did suggest a possibility!” In a smaller puff of smoke, the young shinobi dropped the transformation as she emerged in the moonlight, brandishing her newly won prize with a grin. “Lady Soi Fong.”

Kuchiki Rukia was still laughing as she dove off the roof, into the forest, and into the night.

The AU where Masaki didn't die, Ichigo didn't grow up grumpy, and Rukia walked into Ichigo's room and didn't get kicked in the ass. Maybe just mildly asked what she was doing there.

(I am sorry. I realise this is sort of 200 kinds of absolute evil)

Ichigo threw himself into bed.

And naturally, an hour later, he had to get up again. Vacation just didn’t feel like vacation when you went traipsing across other damn worlds for the heckuvit.

He made it to the top of the stairs before a voice called: “Ichigo?”

He froze. “Uh, hey Mom.”

“That shuffling had better be you brushing your teeth before you come down!”

“Yeah yeah already on that,” Ichigo quickly reversed step and dove back into the bathroom.

“And welcome home,” said his mother, tapping him on the head with the cooling skillet as he slunk down dangling the toothbrush in his mouth. “I hope you didn’t break too many hearts on the road.”

“Oh, sure!” Ichigo leaned over to gargle in the sink. He wiped his mouth and looked up. “‘cause, yanno, I do that. Girlfriend in every country, now.”

Masaki smacked smartly with a spatula.

“SHIT--”

“Oh. Be nice, Ichigo,” she advised, with a laugh. “And do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

A few life or death battles and countless new scars under his longsleeve shirt would’ve made a very good case for Ichigo being a little old for it—but it wasn’t, he realized, probably the best thing to mention. So instead, Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes. Scowling for his lost dignity, he leaned over and obediently pecked his mother on the cheek.

Scowling for his lost dignity, he leaned over and obediently pecked his mother on the cheek.

That's just too cute. ^^

....also I reserve the right to refuse the touching, heartbreaking tale of The Uchiha Prostitution Ring because...no, just no.

Besides, that one's already been done and tehre's no way anyone ~~would want to~~ could live up to the, uh, 'original'. X3

As for plooooots.. KH CID/SHERA, with the Firefly crossover thrown in that we talked about a while back because I can't write it and I'd love to see your take on it and Kaylee and the chipmonks. :D:D:D (And no skipping on the GDT!!)

"...this here's a...BAHAMUT class." Kaylee leaned a little more over the schematics. Chip and Dale held its sides, and opened wider, so that she could get a better look. "Can't say I've ever seen much of purpose to those! They sure are pretty but they're kinda unreliable ain't they?"

Shera had a look of a subdued concentration, taking this with her lips pressed together thinly. She lowered her head. "...actually," she said, smiling like a woman with a secret, "Not if you, um, rearrange the engines blocks. The shape has to be..."

She mimed it with her hands. Kaylee's eyebrows shot up. "You can do that with this type?"

"I can show you? I just need some model blocks." Shera scratched the skin right above her ear, somewhat sheepishly. "And some time."

"Oh, oh gosh."

"We get can get them!" cried one of the chipmonks.

"Yeah yeah yeah!" cried the other, accidentally releasing his side of the sheet-- the paper rolled right back up, and knocked his brother off the workbench.

Malcolm Reynolds watched in mid conversation as the two creatures skittered past his foot, one holding a rolled up chart and the other chasing the first with a wrench. "Small, and fluffy, and eager to get 'emself knee deep in machine oil." He chuckled. "If I didn't know better I'd say Kaylee's found her true people."

"Captain!"

Both him and Cid looked up.

"We've got a few here, Kaylee."

"Captain Hatches Battened A Little Too Tight--"

"...that'll do it. You want something there?"

"...can I keep her?" asked Kaylee. She was pointing.

Shera shifted rather uncomfortably. "U-um?"

Kaylee took her arm hopefully, eyes on her Captain pleadingly. "Please?"

Mal sighed, all significant-like, "Now, see. That ain't up to m--"

"Like hell it is," rumbled Cid, startingly them all, he flicked his toothpick up agressively, glared at them all, and then stormed across the Gummi shop, took Shera by the hand, and stormed off. As they went, he muttered: "...haven't had *#&$ing decent cup of tea in @*#& years..."

"I think," said Mal, looking off after them, "She kinda belongs in a different crew."

Bitey baby!Rukia is picked up off the street by a young and bemused Byakuya. And then there's, um. Romance! Adventure! Snuggling!

... sorry. I just felt I should take advantage of the occasion!

...

...Why does 'Bitey baby!Rukia' bring to mind Sunny Baudelaire...? XD

And of course, that morning, Lord Byakuya left his quarters promptly an hour before dawn had filtered through the trees—and nearly stepped on the girl, glaring gravely at the doors. Hands clenched over her folded knees, she looked so stiff and furiously pained that it was clear she had been like that for the better hours of the night. She looked up at him in a defiant deference, if such a thing were possible: it was not, but Rukia seemed willing to live for the sake of the contradiction.

“Brother, I’m--” she said. Her eyes flared. Her voice cracked more than slightly—that, he decided then and there, would be one of the next things to focus upon. She corrected herself: “I mean! I am! I am! I am ready for my lesson.”

And perhaps, in the hallway, there was a shred of hope to be found there after all.

Awwwheeawww. Fabulous!

A Mysterious Society comprised of some bright young megalomaniacal Shinigami who, sadly, lack common sense somehow ends up unsealing a serpent that wreaks havoc on the Soul Society and kidnaps damsels and does other evil serpent-y stuff until the Eleventh Division kills it with their long-ass swords.

"...we're like roaches," concluded Ikkaku--quite bravely, considering the face Yumichika made at the very idea. He swung the end of Hoozukimaru over his elbow and. he. grinned. "Never dying. Always living."

They had, indeed, killed it with their long-ass swords.

Beautiful. Poetic. Brings a tear to my eye.

Yes.

Um, if you'll take requests from lurkers who greatly admire your work...~~because there is something cosmically right about Hisana referring to herself in third person~~

The World War I correspondence between Corporal Ishida and his family back in England.

So, uh, friends of mine want to do a douj with strawberry babies in it (complete with Crazy Uncle Ishida's costuming, but) ...

The courtship of Kurosaki Ichigo and Inoue Orihime. Complete with babies.

.... I love you for this. <3 Strawberry!babiez forever!

Babies! And additional vague rockstar-ness. Just because.

"And that's the story of how you were born."

"Bullshit," said his son.

Ichigo hit him.

"So whenever you go considering selling yourself to the circus just. remember. Your name could've been Gunther Gebel-Williams--"

"And like they actually let you do stuff like that when you were on tour."

"--Gunther Gebel-Williams the Sixth," said Ichigo.

"And like there was an elephant."

"And that was one of your mom's more pronounceable ideas."

The kid closed his mouth. He sat there sorely on the arm of the couch, rubbing the back of his head and pulling his hat down further over messy, blonde strands sticking out from under it.

"So," Ichigo picked up his black guitar, giving it the grin of an old, old friend, "If you want to get picked up by gypsies or join a chain gang or dye your hair or whatever--you might want to take it up with her first."

"...yeah."

"See ya," said Ichigo, out the door. Gone with a click and a sound of boots on the steps outside.

"Yeah," said his son. He gave himself a moment to look sullen, another to scowl, and then a last to take his hat off, before heading back upstairs. His family was so goddamn mental.

...and maybe he was a little lucky for it. Of that though, Kurosaki Six could never really be sure.

... Kurosaki Six, huh? XD That's totally 10x better than the name I'd picked out for his son. XD

♥ for you. XD XD ROCKSTAR DADDY ICHIGO IS ♥

Hollow!Ichigo comes to the fore and Bad Things Happen, but at the end Isshin and Urhara have a little chat about what's to be done with the boy now.

-- same as

thenakedcat ... you don't know me but I'm convinced you're like the love of my life or something. So I hope you don't mind if I throw out an idea as well. =]

Multi-chapter epic, almost entirely Renji-based. Having only recently been promoted to vice-captain of the 6th Squad, he now has to put up with one sassy/moody subordinate: probably the one girl in all of Soul Society who cannot stand him (because we all know Renji had many fangirls at the Academy) and who has been assigned by Byakuya to be his private secretary/attendant'ish type person as a consequence of a lost drinking game. Hilarity ensues as everyone else in Soul Society decides to take a vacation and leave overnight without telling the two, who subsequently go about making each others' lives miserable as childishly as possible in a now empty Soul Society. Much of the story also revolves around Renji's memories of and thoughts on the other key figures of SS (Renji POV = love), most especially Byakuya who he discovers he has actually come to miss. Urahara also makes a random deus ex machina-type appearance toward the end.

Bah, AU's, multi-generational madness, world destroying epicness; none of these truly capture the majesty and complex beauty that this meme is deserving of. That is why I will have to take the initative in asking for what we all truly want: Aizen and Gin take the Arrancar to the fair for a day! Happiness ensues! Probably includes cotton candy, funnel cake, and bad experiences in a house of mirrors.

Ichigo. Byakuya. Rival assassins for shadowy Tokyo crime rings, dueling across the city, piling up men in suits behind them as they go along.

Rukia as the exotic, tattoo-covered concubine who tearfully witnesses their mutual destruction.

And...AND...

there must be John Woo pigeons.

*takes deep breath and tries* FANGIRL CANDY! *cough* never mind...

D.gray Man- In a series of unfortunate events somehow involving Allens real family, Rinali becomes an Akuma and she runs away with/kidnaps Allen. Now the Exorcists Order has put Rabi and Kanda up to the task of bringing Allen back, and killing Akuma!Rinali. Will include, of course, lots and lots of Komui angst.

Sort of like the Hollow!Orihime at the top only... not?

Ooooh~. You don't know me, but I lurk your journal and

random_prophet said that I should request something, so :O.

IKKAKU AND YUMICHIKA. Living at Keigo's house? :D :D :D

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