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Genesis

Ichiruki. Not-Angst. Canon divergent.

Weekly fic prompt for @deathberryprompts - ‘Zeal’.

395 words

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“It doesn’t take much.”

      “Doesn’t it?”

“Mm-mm.”

No. He decides it fairly quickly after the question passes. He supposes it’s more like several questions jumbled into one. How do you love me? As if he could say. As if anyone can say. That’s what makes it so beautiful.

It’s the greatness of the silence that gives the thing so much weight. It’s breathing like you couldn’t without the other half of you. It’s the realisation that the laws you seek had always been there in the first place, acting out some intrinsic mechanism.

      Love.

“No.” He says finally, aloud, shifting them both. His bed strains under their combined weight. Sinking into the old thing he could do forever. It reminds him of nights best spent chasing Hollows, obscenely rich on oxygen. Pretty girl, pretty night, pretty blood.

      “It’s easy, I figure, else it would’ve gone by now.”

“What does that mean?” She laughs at him. Says he’s gone all philosophical, or academic, or something since their last passing in June.

Even if he wants every single moment of his to be shared with hers, there is something that much sweeter about reconciliation after months of drought.

      “Dunno.” He says earnestly, feeling her laugh warm his scalp. “God, you’re more lithe than Yoruichi. They got you training hard up there?”

      He loves her voice. It makes a good show of his insides - hot and wiry, bubbling with warmth. “I don’t know if it’s upwards.”

“Don’t you?”

      “No.” She pauses. Her hands find his shoulders. They play delicately, though he knows she could bite.

      “…Suppose it doesn’t matter if you can open gates midair.”

She grins at him, a brand uniquely Rukia. He can see how her eyes glimmer even with his gaze on the pale length of her neck. The strays of her hair settle on his nose. He sneezes not ten seconds later. Gets a knee to his ribs.

      “Fuck you!” He grunts.

“Still sting the same?”

      “Worse!”

“You’re out of practise, then.”

He supposes he is. With fighting, anyway. There’s certain feelings he can never put down. You don’t just tell the universe your wants and expect it reciprocate. You don’t just tell your feelings to button down and expect to wake up with a clean slate. He wouldn’t have it any other way. He burns for her, and knows she feels the same.

[deathberryprompts]

Weekly Recs - 09.25 - 10.01

Hello friends! 

Welcome to your weekly rec post! 

This week’s theme was [ zeal ] 

Life, Domestic - @fiercyy

Fic count: 268

[fiercyy]

Summary: After the war, Rukia remains in the human world with Ichigo. “It’s not that he doesn’t think about Soul Society often, he does. He thinks about it in the way he thinks about finishing his Masters, kids and death. It’s a long way off. He can plan for it, count on it even, but he isn’t quite ready. Soul Society is his future, but it will keep.” Pure fluff and smut.

For @deathberryprompts​ ‘Youth’, I thought it’d be cool to write about the millennial lives of Ichigo and Rukia if they’d both stayed in the Living World. Featuring Cute Banter, MastersStudent!Ichigo, Food, andahealthysexlifewhatohgod.

Life, Domestic

Tuesday

AO3 FFnet

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Given the choice, Ichigo would change very little about his life. One can always have more money, more time, more space. But in the essentials, he is the luckiest man on earth, living or dead.

His life is full.

Ichigo lives in a small, one bedroom apartment, just off campus. He’s studying literature and creative writing. He has a job waiting tables that has flexible hours and TAs for the professor that teaches Shakespearian Comedies.

He has a ‘usual coffee place’ where he can sit down and write, free of distraction. The baristas know him by name and have been encouraged by persons unknown to draw a strawberry on his cup every time. There is two days’ worth of leftovers in his fridge, so he won’t have to cook for a while. No one has asked him to kill a ghostly monster in weeks.

His sisters will be graduating high school soon, he has plans to go back to see them walk across the podium. His friends are scattered throughout Japan, abroad and various other planes of existence, but they call often.

Everyone he loves is healthy and whole, living the best lives they can.

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[deathberryprompts]

Hello friends!

Welcome to the weekly ichiruki drabble theme for Deathberry Prompts!

Each week, I will post a prompt (usually a word, or a short phrase, or an emotion) and then it’s up to you!

Write a drabble based on the theme presented and I’ll share it with all our followers.

Normally, a drabble is 100 words exactly - but you should take that as a guideline, more than an actual rule. If the prompt speaks to you and you write something a lot longer? That’s awesome! If you get yourself down to exactly 100 words? That’s also awesome!

Once you’ve written your drabble, post it on your blog and make sure you do the following:

Mention @deathberryprompts

Tag #deathberryprompts and #deathberry100 within the first 5 tags

I’ll roll up all the offerings into a rec post each week as well as reblogging them throughout the week.

This week’s prompt is:

Zeal

Happy Ficcing!

-  @sequencefairy

[deathberryprompts]

Weekly Recs - 09.18 - 09.24

Welcome to your weekly rec post! 

This week’s theme was [ youth ] 

Youth - @stacinadia

Fic count: 267

[stacinadia]

For @deathberryprompts​!  Also on AO3.

It’s been a while since I wrote one of these, so when I saw the prompt Youth, I wanted something where Rukia pondered what it would be like to be a human girl.

Prompt:  Youth Rating:  G Characters:  Kuchiki Rukia Warnings:  None Summary:  Rukia wonders what it would be like to be a human girl. 

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Rukia sat with Orihime, Tatsuki, and their friends at lunch, listening to them talk and laugh about class and summer plans and especially boys, pausing occasionally to take a few bites of food.  The atmosphere surrounding their little group was light-hearted and fun.  And Rukia had never felt that her world was so vastly different from theirs more than at that moment.

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[deathberryprompts]

Hello friends!

Welcome to the weekly ichiruki drabble theme for Deathberry Prompts!

Each week, I will post a prompt (usually a word, or a short phrase, or an emotion) and then it’s up to you!

Write a drabble based on the theme presented and I’ll share it with all our followers.

Normally, a drabble is 100 words exactly - but you should take that as a guideline, more than an actual rule. If the prompt speaks to you and you write something a lot longer? That’s awesome! If you get yourself down to exactly 100 words? That’s also awesome!

Once you’ve written your drabble, post it on your blog and make sure you do the following:

Mention @deathberryprompts

Tag #deathberryprompts and #deathberry100 within the first 5 tags

I’ll roll up all the offerings into a rec post each week as well as reblogging them throughout the week.

This week’s prompt is:

Youth

Happy Ficcing!

-  @sequencefairy

[deathberryprompts]

Weekly Recs - 09.11 - 09.17

Welcome to your weekly rec post! 

This week’s theme was [ wait ] 

Haute Couture - @kingkuchiki Moonlit Chaser - @sequencefairy It Takes, and It Takes - @bougiebyakuya Magnets (I Don’t Wanna See The End Begin) - @shoujocara

We also had a late entry for [ vanish ] 

Akin to Missed - @fiercyy

Fic count: 266

[sequencefairy]

Moonlit Chaser

Ichiruki. Smut. Written for @deathberryprompts‘ weekly drabble theme. This week’s theme was ‘wait’. 115 words. 

Beneath him, Rukia’s skin is moon-silvered; her eyes gone diamond bright. Her hair falls against his pillow like raven’s feathers. Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip. Ichigo slows, and Rukia arches against him, seeking friction, her heels drawing up along his calves, as if she could pull him further inside.

“Wait,” Ichigo says, breathless and Rukia raises one eyebrow. Ichigo ducks his chin, dropping his head to mouth along her shoulder. Rukia clenches around him, and Ichigo hisses in a breath. “Okay,” he says, “okay.”

This time, when her breath hitches and she says his name on a sigh, he doesn’t stop, and topples them both over the edge; softly, gently, sweetly.

[fiercyy]

Akin to Missed

I have zero recollection of writing this but apparently I did, because I found it in the notes on my phone???? Anyway, here’s the pain, enjoy. Could conceivably fit into the Till Death timeline.

For @deathberryprompts ‘vanish’.

Summary: Rukia visits Ichigo during their seventeen month separation. He is none the wiser.

Initially she doesn’t show any signs of visiting, why torture him? She can take it for the both of them. She just watches. There’s no hope until he dies and if she has anything to say about it, it will be in a hundred years at the ripe old age of 119.

But then she gets a lead and another and suddenly it seems safe to give him whispers on the wind, to let him know that he’s not alone, that something’s coming and he should be ready.

Maybe it’s a little selfish. Is it better for him to be left to his life?

He’s loved and well liked. And he’s smart, so much smarter than she or anyone else liked to give him credit for. He has the comfort of ancient words in pristinely printed new books and a life that’s just starting out.

But who is she to make that decision for him? To withhold the chance he wants, which may be in his best interest, is beyond her ability to rationalize. If he were a child she could ask isshin, but Rukia hasn’t thought of ichigo as anything less than a man in a long time.

Sometime early on, she forgets. She wants to touch him so badly. But what’s appropriate? A touch they’ve shared before, but there’s few parts of him that have been off limits to her, so she’s not sure that’s an appropriate restriction.

On a bad day. A really bad day, he’s standing waiting for the bus. She looks up at his face and wishes he would look down at her instead of off into space. She leans forward to rest her head on his chest and falls right through him.

Then Rukia takes a good long look at herself. She’s on her knees on the concrete sidewalk. Behind her favourite person in any world. He cannot see, hear or touch her. He doesn’t even know she’s there and it’s so fucked up because it’s a torment and she can end it.

All she has to do is put on a gigai and go say hello.

(But she won’t.)

[bougiebyakuya]

it takes, and it takes

wrote this at 1am for @deathberryprompts / the prompt is ‘wait’ / 853 words (much longer than i intended) 

i.

He feels the slow burn of ice before he sees her, a lightening storm—a hurricane (it’s consuming, it’s coming…it won’t wait for him to catch his breath) of panic sends his thoughts spiraling into a single phrase—I’m too late, I’m too late, I’m…

Renji grabs his arm, stilling his storm for a single second. There is something that Ichigo recognizes burning at temperatures beyond celsius in his friend’s eyes. Renji has never looked so serious in his entire life, Ichigo decides with dread curling around his throat, nor has he ever looked so terribly sad.

“Wait a minute Ichigo” Renji says, voice low in timber, his tan skin looks usually pale and his mouth is pinched unfamiliar tight line, “There’s something you need to know”

ii.

Rukia’s bankai is a marvelous thing, there isn’t anything that quite compares to the enchanting destruction that it brings in a single inhale. Ichigo remembers the first time he had the opportunity to witness it, remembers the rush of adrenaline that barreled through his veins when he saw her transform into something that words could not quite describe, remembers the pride that overtook him in that moment—watching his mentor (his Rukia) look so fearsome. He’s never seen someone look so formidable before.

iii.

“The hollow” Renji begins on a shaky exhale—he sounds so exhausted  (Renji—the annoyingly valiant, determined little prick that Ichigo has known for ages it seems—sounds weak, Ichigo can’t decide was it more disturbing…the sound of his voice or the look in his eyes) “It got her, she was trying to protect Ichika and it got her right before she unleashed her bankai”

“What are you saying Renji?” Ichigo didn’t mean to sound so cruel but he was so unbelievably angry, Renji was supposed to protect her—he promised he’d protect her

“Once her bankai melts…” Renji looks like he can’t bear to finish the sentence, not when tears are stinging his eyes, not when reality threatens to finally settle in, “She’ll be gone”

Rukia’s bankai is a terrible thing…

iv.

Ichigo doesn’t ask how long he has, he can’t know the numbers—can’t know the minutes  or the second. He doesn’t want to wait for Rukia to die.

He walks over to her, feet slick against remnants of ice as he approaches her cautiously and with his heart in his throat.

She looks beautiful, Ichigo thinks, she is unfrozen down to her shoulders (Ichigo tries not to see the pool of crimson that bleeds through her chest—glaring at him through her layer of ice) and she still looks so alive—she looks like she can make it. 

Rukia smiles at him, why is she smiling? Ichigo wonders as his heart clenches at the mere sight at it. Why is she smiling when she is only minutes away from breathing her last breath?

“Long time no see Ichigo” Rukia greets him conversationally, as if her life isn’t slowly slipping away

“Rukia” Ichigo feels the pain rear inside, can already feel himself begin to drown

“How foolish am I?” Rukia speculates with a puff of air, “A captain of the Gotei 13, taken down by a mere hollow”

“Rukia” Ichigo repeats, reaching for her with outstretched palms and his fingers brush against her cheek, “You idiot”

She doesn’t look offended, which is a first and Ichigo can’t seem to find amusement in the situation. Instead, she looks so unspeakably sad that Ichigo is left searching for the words he can say to comfort her.

The ice recedes past her collarbone…

“I’m glad to see you” Rukia admits, “I was afraid that…

“You don’t have to say it” Ichigo stops her, “I’m here aren’t I?”

A part of Ichigo knows he is being selfish, keeping Rukia’s last moments for himself instead of sharing them with her family but he can’t bring himself to care—not when she’s slipping farther out of reach.

She chuckles, “You always come right on time, you have a knack for it I think”

“Not this time” Ichigo shakes his head, “I was too late” (Just like he was too late for his mother, he never imagined he’d be too late for Rukia too)

Rukia looks a him with tired eyes—she must be exhausted, she has to be, “You’ve saved me plenty of times Ichigo, but you cannot save me from death. No matter how adamant you are”

“I know” Ichigo chokes, it’s getting harder to speak, to think, to breath, “I just…”

He can’t finish his sentence, not when he’s running out of time—not when the ice is nearly melted past her heart…

Ichigo only has seconds now

“Rukia” He’s frantic, never did he think he would have to say something to her one last time, “I…I…

“You don’t have to say it” Rukia repeats his earlier words, she smiles reassuringly, “I know”

“Wait” He begs her, as she closes her eyes, blood is dripping from her now—marring her snow with the veins of crimson, “Rukia…

Wait…

Wait for me….Rukia

Next time, I promise I’ll save you….

[shoujocara-blog]

Magnets (I don’t wanna see the end begin)

@deathberryprompts theme [wait]

“I don’t wanna see the end begin,” Rukia whispered as Ichigo reached for her hand. The coldness in her palm gravitated with ease to his warm one.

“It won’t happen. I won’t let it.” His eyes lit against the sunset rays that burn in the far end of the horizon. Rukia always hoped that ‘tomorrow’ is just the spaces where Ichigo’s hand fit, his determination lying beneath.

Dusk always seems to threaten the present, but their fastened hearts couldn’t let go of themselves. They’d been rescued to heal the world of what’s to come.

Only do they know who waits.

[kingkuchiki-deactivated20180128]

Haute Couture

For @deathberryprompts’ ‘Wait’. 189 words.

Regret sets in as he shifts her shopping bags from hand to hand waiting. He’s seconds from nodding off. It’s a triple-digit day and it’s as if she’s not even aware.

Ichigo dries the sweat beading at his hairline with the back of his hand, and rests his head against the wall. Three little girls on the bench across from him stare and whisper, and he thinks he hasn’t been this lame since Tatsuki used to make pretzels out of his body at the dōjō.

“Damn it, Rukia,” he texts.

Her phone beeps four dressing rooms down. She scoffs and he squeezes his device, tapping another message.

“Seriously?”

The girls are giggling now. Some time later, his phone vibrates, and he aggressively mashes the ‘home’ button. It’s Rukia. She’s photographed herself from the side, wearing a black dress that makes her legs look a mile long. She’s clean lines and an infamous curve. Ichigo reminds himself to breathe.

He makes sure not to look up at the girls whose eyes are boring holes into him. After another quick glance at the photo, he remembers that patience is a virtue.

[deathberryprompts]

Hello friends!

Welcome to the weekly ichiruki drabble theme for Deathberry Prompts!

Each week, I will post a prompt (usually a word, or a short phrase, or an emotion) and then it’s up to you!

Write a drabble based on the theme presented and I’ll share it with all our followers.

Normally, a drabble is 100 words exactly - but you should take that as a guideline, more than an actual rule. If the prompt speaks to you and you write something a lot longer? That’s awesome! If you get yourself down to exactly 100 words? That’s also awesome!

Once you’ve written your drabble, post it on your blog and make sure you do the following:

Mention @deathberryprompts

Tag #deathberryprompts and #deathberry100 within the first 5 tags

I’ll roll up all the offerings into a rec post each week as well as reblogging them throughout the week.

This week’s prompt is:

Wait

Happy Ficcing!

-  @sequencefairy

[deathberryprompts]

Weekly Recs - 09.01 - 09.10

Welcome to your weekly rec post! 

This week’s theme was [ vanish ] 

Remnant - @sequencefairy Battle Heavy - @kingkuchiki

Fic count: 261

[sequencefairy]

Remnant

Ichiruki. Timeskip feels on a Tuesday morning. Written for @deathberryprompts weekly drabble theme. This week is ‘vanish’. 100 words.

Afterwards, her indecision plagues her. Rukia had looked up at the last moment, and Ichigo’s deer-in-the-headlights gaze is burned into her memory. He had been looking down at her, and she’d heard his breath catch as their eyes met, just the same as she’d felt her heartbeat trip over itself. She could have, so easily, lifted onto the balls of her feet and swallowed up his last goodbye, but she hadn’t – and why not? Rukia thinks she’ll never know the answer. So, she vanished before his eyes, melting away like so much snow in the heat of the summer sun.

[kingkuchiki-deactivated20180128]

Battle Heavy

Chapter 378 always comes to mind. For @deathberryprompts’ ‘Vanish’. 258 words.

She’s falling fast. The wind is slicing through her hair. It’s like needles on her skin and she’s cursing herself all the way down. This is not why she defied Soul Society and scolded him into silence. She didn’t come to Hueco Mundo to be saved.

But there is nothing she can do against the wind so she says a quick prayer for her friends, hoping the mission is done, believing Ichigo to be victorious because it is who he is. A savior, a carrier of far too many burdens.

And before she can register the crack of her body against the sand and the end of her life, she’s safe, and he’s there. He’s tattered and bruised and when she calls his name, he looks at her and there’s a resignation in his eyes that doesn’t match his usual, brassy confidence. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he’s aged so many years.

“This is such a pointless fight,” he says, and promises to end it.

He’s gone from her sight like a flash, like time vanishing right before her eyes, and she wonders what has happened and replays all of her choices.

“You cannot just conveniently save those you can see, those you can reach!”

Something shifts within her spirit, and she can’t help but think that in all of Ichigo’s saving, how many times has he needed the favor returned.

Rukia doesn’t know what happened atop the dome, but she feels like he needed to be saved and there was no one there.