Requestings; take 14

nochick_fics, I don't usually ship this, but hey. 8D

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It didn't have an explanation. It didn't need one, in fact. There was no one else there but the two of them, and for this one night, it was enough. Wind howled outside the inn; a dry storm raging, but still a storm and they both were unsettled. Perhaps more than usual; perhaps too much, so that it was painfully showing.

"Idiot," Sanzo growled before downing another glass of sake. Cigarette hung loosely in his fingers; red dot glowing in the dark. A landmark. A lighthouse for the damned.

Hakkai laughed lightly and drained his own glass. "That's the point."

Requestings; take 15

merachand, sorry it took me this long, akdsfhkasj. T-this is why people should request several things at once. ;~;

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"On your knees," William growled, scythe against Grell's throat; a threat, a warning, a... something and Grell would've grinned, showing off sharp, pointy shark-teeth, had he not known that it was a different game this time around.

"I'm sorry?" Grell tried, fighting back a sneer even as his hands travelled up William's legs; up, up and inwards, and...
And the scythe cut skin.

"Down," William growled. Ignorant, not knowing, no... knowing, but ignoring all the same what the sight and smell and feeling of blood did to Grell.
He wanted more of it, to adore and worship.

"Your mouth, only."

Requestings; take 16

4 ruririi; just because 8D

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Just because it was the second time, didn't make it hurt less, or make him hate less, dread less; if anything – it was an insult to injury, and another injury on top.

Hisoka screamed, not like the first time under the sakura tree, but close enough. It had to express all the hate and loathing he'd accumulated over the years, but Muraki only laughed. The wires held his lovely masterpiece tightly and it was almost nostalgic, almost. There was no sakura this time. Just an old decrepit building. Rubble and dust.

He burned himself into Hisoka's soul all over again.

Requestings; take 17

4 smilypie; because, unexpectedly, I completely failed to write cute!Chrome. akdshfjkadsfkj =/

asdlfjksl, I realised there was a mistake that did bother me even as I wrote it, but it was too late for me to concentrate (and my sleepy brain decided that I fixed it by redoing the ending of the sentence... which wasn't an ending at all D:). So I fix'd it now. In a way. -_-"""

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The boy they had been entrusted with (and this was a total lie – the kid had been shoved upon them), because they were, apparently, the only ones who could handle the 10-year-old with a vengeance on the entire world... Whoever had allowed him to get a katana would regret this, Mukuro thought, dodging around a tree and almost colliding with Hibari. Who, coincidentally, had about as much trouble keeping up with the kid as the illusionist.

"Just like you," Mukuro chuckled, swiping with his trident.

Tonfa shattered a branch in the totally wrong direction. "I'll kill you."

"Kaichū: Ichigen. Die."

Sidesweep; 1

obseletevulture; aeskdfhadsjkhfhadsjf you know why. <3

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Bakura didn't mind wires. Didn't mind ropes, either. But this was just ridiculous. And annoying. Unthinkable. That a digi-what'sthename brat could take him by surprise and actually pin him down. Though... Not so much pin as tie. With wires. Which were still attached and very much electrified. (He'd leaned this after attempting to chew through one.)

Noa, hovering over him, smirked. Cold hands slid under the other's shirt, pushing it up; the touch feather-light. "You shouldn't have done that, Ba.Ku.Ra."

He tried to lash out, but wires drew tight. Tighter. Noa grinned, white teeth showing. "Not tonight."
He went down.

Sidesweep; 2

ruririi & exponible; because askdfkjaf NOT ENOUGH LOVE.

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It was hard to keep focus, to stay in control, as much as he wanted to, but it was pushing his limits. He couldn't concentrate in the middle of all these sensations, could barely keep track of what his hands were doing, where his mouth was and where exactly Hijiri's hands were. Hisoka wanted to be in control of this; more than he had ever wanted anything. But before long he'd realised that it wasn't meant to happen. The sensations, the feelings; the entire situation was too much. Overwhelmed, he lost balance, and fell.
Hijiri was there to catch him.

Requestings; take 18

exponible; because, obviously. This fandom. :'D

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He had to do a double-take to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. To make sure that it wasn't, in fact, his lovely masterpiece, but the boy's look passed right over him. No recognition.
Who, Muraki thought wildly. Who was he? A relative of his lovely doll?
Sharp silver gaze followed Hijiri across the street. Sakura was going to bloom soon. Moon was almost full. Another passionate night, another masterpiece, or maybe... Maybe a trap set by his lovely prey himself?
Whatever the case, he was going to have fun. One more time, under the light of blood-red petals.