grimmichi day sneak peak of a scene from Apostasy: a grimmichi priest/demon au you can read HERE.
He glows, backlit by a stained-glass sunset, bathed in so much red and orange and gold it’s like it’s bleeding out of him – the sun trapped in synthetic skin, just itching to break out. His hair is actual fire and his skin is porcelain.
It’s all so fucking holy, venomously so. Nearly enough to wash out the sea of red dribbling down his temples to his neck, staining the white collar still chaining him to this place. Some of it runs into his lips, makes him taste copper. Kurosaki spits onto the tile beneath him and goes back to his useless mutterings, a jumbled mess of prayers and curses.
Grimmjow’s patience wears thin. It’s a miracle he hasn’t torched the whole building already, shown just how hot hellfire can rage even after last night’s downpour.
But the sun has risen now. It’s a new day. And he doesn’t need any kind of omnipotence to know the cops will be swarming this place within the hour most likely, once the morning commuters discover a corpse in their sacred little town.
He tolerates Kurosaki’s pity party only a few moments more before shoving off the altar and slinking forward, scowl twisting deeper, voice sharp. “Enough.”
Kurosaki’s nails dig into the tile but his voice dies abruptly, like Grimmjow had slashed his throat instead of just piercing him with his gaze. But he doesn’t pick himself off the ground, off his knees, doesn’t lift his bowed head; and Grimmjow had watched him genuflect and bow and bend his body in all the ways sacred respect commands but never before had he ever watched the fucker crumble, not even for his cross.
“Enough.” He spits it like an amen and abruptly grabs a handful of that flaming hair, yanking back, yanking up. Amber eyes meet pyre flame blue and Grimmjow stares, Kurosaki scowls, and they drown in a stained-glass sunrise. Grimmjow casts a shadow over the priest this close actually, a pillar of black that only adds to the DARK twisted into Kurosaki's face. And maybe its the scowl. Maybe its the lingering, reddened swelling from last night's tears. Maybe its the blood. Regardless, standing there before the tabernacle of an uncaring god, Grimmjow suddenly begins to wonder if this is what it looks like.
Faith dying.
Sirens begin to wail in the distance.
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-what’s this?!
-a very cute and fluffy set of ears and tail?
-Kurosaki!
-What! Did you seriously think I was going to pass the opportunity this year?
-no doubt, just matter of time,
-Urahara told you?!
-uh? No need, this is the third year in a row, anyway this “special upgrade” makes you weirdly horny…
-DONT PUSH IT! I GOT YOUR TAIL!
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“I fight monsters the size of mountains that crawl through an interdimensional crack in the crust of our planet on a regular basis. No. God can eat my whole ass.”
Dark Was the Night by @sayhitoforever
(it's not often that i rec fics that are ongoing but this one has my whole heart--it's been a few months since i caught up and i still think about it. it's a grimmichi pacific rim au and it's full of grief and love and hope and even more love. it's about missing the people you literally share souls with and learning to heal, to reach out again; learning to miss them every day and still moving forward by sharing the burden. also the plot/world- and background-building are very cool and easy to lose yourself in. check it out if u can!)
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WIP
This was supposed to be a Valentine's Day thingy, but I didn't finish it lmao.
I will try to start again?
And maybe I'll change they way I colored the first two idk.
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grimmjow doesn’t really strike me as the kind of person who says I love you out loud, ever. partly because there’s a vulnerability to it that he can’t stomach and partly because he doesn’t put a lot of stock in words anymore. like, Ichigo’s promise during their fight, he doesn’t actually try to capitalize on it in canon, not really. maybe if they’d crossed paths before TYBW but who knows? point being he’s very much an actions speak louder than words person and when he and ichigo do get together (slow burn from hell as always) he just… doesn’t say it. but ichigo figures it out from the little things. and it’s not grimmjow being overly protective — he’ll shove Ichigo into the nearest nosy hollow and laugh if it tries taking a bite out of him because he’s well aware Ichigo’s in no danger — but it’s grimmjow sitting with him after a nightmare, a silent but sturdy rock for Ichigo to cling to until he calms down. it’s grimmjow putting the claws away around his sisters and letting yuzu boss him around in the kitchen. it’s grimmjow never looking more satisfied than he does when they clash swords, wild and fierce and hungry for whatever Ichigo can throw at him. grimmjow never says it but Ichigo knows how much he’s loved because grimmjow always comes back.
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