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He is Back

“Grimmjow come drink with me, I miss your sultry voice and winning personality.”

blutigearroganz​

It had been so many years… way more than he might ever have thought possible when they’d been much younger. Vala had taken over, he’d settled as a writer, and Grimmjow was still always by his side when he needed him or wanted him. The years had been extraordinarily kind to them both, the pale form curled up with a good book and humming along with the tune of the last song he’d heard. He wasn’t at all worried about anything, hearing and smelling where everyone was, and had calmed down more than anyone would even think possible considering what he’d spent his whole life doing.

Shiro perked, setting the book aside, and grinned towards his husband. No matter how much they’d aged it never changed how he felt, might have made it deeper, and old issues and problems had been taken care of when he was much younger. Just because he was considered an old man didn’t prevent him from childishly raising his hands and making grabby motions.

Some things never change.

As his husband slowly healed so did their relationship, the violent need and fear that tore at the edges of his sanity faded away and things actually got better. It was a fairy tail for him, something that still made him smile, something he’d fallen into over the last ten of his forty years with the man he loved so much. So even as he walked in with their nightly hot chocolate his tired lips pulled into a smile that spoke volumes of his love. Hands placed in smaller, just as worn ones, he carefully pulled the smaller, somewhat more frail man to his feet and against his chest. 

approve of it

am romanticizing it

have a kink with regard to it

think it is okay for anyone to ever do ever

because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.

but my writing a villain does not make me a villian

Instead of letting go he held the shadow’s fist righter, pulling it down and throwing it up behind the smaller’s back, twisting joints with practiced ease as he allowed the burning tip of his smoke to just barely touch a grey cheek. 

He hadn’t felt like this in years. 

Darkness squints, a fist swinging back to get this guy away from him. He’s been annoying ever since he opened his damn mouth. 

The fist is caught with ease, his grip far tighter than enough to shatter any normal human within it. It seemed like this piece of shit forgot who he was talking to. 

“Don’ gotta be a fuckin’ pussy about it. Who tha fuck preps their meat?” 

Snarling at the shorter male he leans over the other’s shoulder, smoke from his cigarette flowing out of his nose and over the man’s face.