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You Came for MeA Bleach GrimmjowxReader fanfic
(Y/N) backed up till her back was against the wall, her face a mask of terror.
“No, don’t touch me!!”
“Oh c’mon (Y/N), it’s your birthday present”
(Y/N) pressed harder against the wall, wishing that it would somehow let her put some more distance between her and the advancing man, “No, no, no, what kind of birthday gift would that be?”
The man chuckled, “I am your friend, what man in his right mind would leave a beautiful girl such as yourself a virgin on her birthday?”
She gasped as a masculine hand grabbed her wrist and lifted it above her head roughly, and then the body that controlled the arm leaned against her, caressing her cheek with his other hand.
She looked up at the man, horror evident in her eyes and let out a scream that wasn’t heard.
Grimmjow woke up with a start, sweat lightly damping his shirt.
What was that? A dream? If so he had never had a dream
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Asphodel
It just appeared on the back of my hand one day. I woke up, and there it was. A tattoo of a white flower was now emblazoned on my right hand.
The thing is though… I don’t know how I got it. I went to bed without anything there and woke up to it in full bloom.
Internet searches didn’t give me any answers. All I got were picture of similar tattoos. I did manage to find out it was of an asphodel. So I just shrugged it off and acted like randomly appearing tattoos are normal.
I might have always lived that way if not for the visions. They began a month or two after the tattoo appeared. At first, they were short, nothing more than a flicker of something strange out of the corner of my eyes. Only every couple days, I would see something horribly twisted into a parody of itself, but a blink later, it would be the same thing it had always been. Freaky, but easy enough to write off. Just a trick of the eye, I told myself.
If only they had stayed that way.
They got worse quick
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Arawn Arawn watched the road from the roof-top, waiting, a whole rout wandered below him. Teeth gnashing, they would occasionally look up at him, he would nod back as though they understood. If one came right under him, he would take the sword, lay flat on his stomach, and thrust down into its head. Sunlight faded away in the west, he waited still.
What did he wait for? He waited to be returned. Sometimes while he waited he would remember a different time, but for some reason he ended up in this empty place where the dead rot as they walked. He could handle them easily enough, especially after he figured out how to kill them right. After a while he could walk among them, just slip right through the whole rout untouched.
An ‘imp’ wandered underneath him, it was too short for him to lay down and stab. He leaned over to watch it. It had been a she once, a little girl. He called out to it, “Hey girly.
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