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DE: Christmas Fluff Part 5

“Alright, food!” Chad looked up from his new book at Jinta’s shout and blinked at the sight of Tsukabishi carrying a large platter stacked with fried chicken. He leaned forward to help clear off a spot on the table, bemused at the idea of Shinigami following such a silly ‘tradition’ when they probably remembered the …
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DE: Christmas Fluff Part 4

Orihime hummed happily as she watched Kurosaki cuddling with his sisters. Being able to see him like this, soft-comfortable-loving the way Sora had been with her, was a rare privilege; Kurosaki still acted the delinquent that their teachers and classmates had labeled him, and that meant he rarely showed anything obvious. (She’d gotten used to …
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DE: Christmas Fluff Part 3

Tatsuki idly toyed with the present Yuzu had placed at her side, wondering what Urahara had decided to get for her. When Orihime had called her up and announced that they were going to have a Christmas party at the Shoten, she’d expected food and maybe a tree, not Urahara’s pure, gleeful enjoyment in the …
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DE: Christmas Fluff Part 2

The minute they ran out of decorations to place on the tree, Uryuu tucked himself away in a corner and leaned his head against the wall. It was… he didn’t know what to feel about… whatever this all was. It was loud and noisy and cheerful, and Urahara-san was the loudest, noisiest, and most cheerful …
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White Wings and Soft Cloaks Part 5

The minute Mami began to clear the plates, Alexis rose to her feet and tugged Erich up after her. “I think we’re going to turn in early,” she announced cheerfully, wrapping an arm around her husband’s waist and guiding him away from the table. “We’ll see everyone in the morning!” “Goodnight Alexis-san, Erich-san,” Urahara said …
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Bare Your Fangs to the Dusk Part 4

Erich closed the door to his bedroom and sat on his bed, stripping his outer shirt away and pulling off his boots and socks. His clothing was tossed into the hamper, boots by the side of his bed, and his glasses set on the side table. Having done the bare minimum to prepare for bed, …
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As Worlds Overlap Part 7

It was late by the time Hanae and Jun were yawning and ready for bed. Late enough that it was almost time for him to be asleep as well, Sho knew. Late enough that Ayumu’s continued absence was… worrying. He exchanged looks with his partners as they all rose to their feet. “I’ll see where …
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White Wings and Soft Cloaks Part 4

Alexis landed lightly behind the bathhouse and folded her wings away. A blink, a breath, and a cloak settled across her shoulders in place of her wings. She ran her tongue over blunt human teeth and arched into a stretch, settling into human limbs and human balance and human everything; it felt strange to shed …
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Bare Your Fangs to the Dusk Part 3

Kisuke grimaced as Rerugen retreated from his presence with his composure in tatters and the most incredible blush still painting his cheeks. He’d pushed the man too far once again, but he just couldn’t help himself some days. Rerugen kept himself so rigidly controlled that the flashes of emotion, of temper, that Kisuke could tease …
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As Worlds Overlap Part 6

“Ayumu-san! Ayumu-san! Look what I found!” Jun cried as he darted into camp. Sho looked up from the harness repair he was doing, curious what had caught his son’s interest. Hanae and Jun had decided to ‘help’ Ayumu by scavenging sticks and feathers from the cleared zone for the Adventurer to turn into arrows. Their …
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White Wings and Soft Cloaks Part 3

Kisuke woke with a start, chased by swirling memories of teeth-claws-bright wings-dark eyes-song. Everything blurred together, a nightmare of sight-sound-sensation that left him trembling-aching-burning— He closed his eyes. Grounded himself in himself until the memories — nightmares? — faded from prominence. His side ached but not as much as he remembered— (Rescued, check. But not …
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Bare Your Fangs to the Dusk Part 2

“Oooh? What’s my favorite Quincy still doing in his office at this hour?” Erich started, pen jerking in his hand and leaving a smear of ink across his paper. “Must you?” he growled, setting his pen aside and trying to blot up the spilled ink before it ruined his work. It was only preliminary planning …
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