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RENRUKI WEEK 2017 Day 7 - Happy Family
”Always together…we were like family.”
Story Rating: G+ Warnings: Some suggestive content, language. Summary: As days go by, we’re gonna fill our house with happiness. The moon may cry, we’re gonna smother the blues with tenderness. When days go by there’s room for you, room for me, for gentle hearts, an opportunity. As days go by, it’s the bigger love of the family.
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RENRUKI WEEK 2017 Day 6 - Marriage/WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU
“We…are getting married!”
A collage of moments from their wedding. In the last image they’re being greeted by their friends as they walk into the banquet after the ceremony.
I would like to take this time to say a very big thank you to the lovely @missstormcaller for taking on the mammoth task of translating this novel into English for those of us who don’t read Japanese. This piece is dedicated to you, dear! :)
Thank you!
The RenRuki Week has officially ended now. I really enjoyed this past week and I truly was overwhelmed by all of your beautiful submissions, comments and reactions. I hope all participants, commentators and watchers enjoyed it likewise!
Thank you for each submission and your thoughts on the daily questions. Of course you can still submit and answer the questions, there is no time limit! I will check the tags regularly over the following days and reblog it to this blog. If I miss something, please contact @renrukiweek or my private blog @salzrand (I’ll reply faster with my private blog).
I also would like to thank my co-mod, because without you this event would never had happened in the first place!
See you! (If you like with another RenRuki Week!)
~ Anne ( @salzrand )
Would you have a muse for an Edo time AU? Like Hime!Rukia meets Ronin!Renji for the first time or something like that. I am a great fan of your RR fics :D
“What do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed, holding on to the sleeves of his kimono to keep from falling. It reaked of travel, stained with what she hoped was dirt. This close, she could catch his scent–sweat, sun, and dirt. In ordinary circumstances, it would have made her nose wrinkle.
An arrow whistled by, embedding itself in the tree trunk in front of them.
These were not ordinary circumstances.
In lieu of an answer, he only gripped her tighter as he carried her, bridal style, through the thick copse of trees. The ornaments in her hair jostled with the movement, leaving behind a priceless trail their pursuers would no doubt be able to follow.
She looked up, seeing his grim face as he kept running. Idiot!
“Put me down!” She ordered, the voice loud and abrasive and not at all belonging to the demure and obedient Kuchiki-hime.
Another arrow. This one grazes his arm. Aside from tucking her in closer to his chest, he gives no other reaction.
Now more afraid than annoyed, Rukia pushes herself far enough away from his chest to look behind them. Several of her brother’s samurai chased, katana and yumi drawn.
“Stop!” She commands, eyes widening as she realizes the implication. They would kill him, or if they were feeling kind, allow him to commit seppuku for this. A samurai who went against his daimyo was…
He was now…
“This will make you a ronin!” She cries out, a small fist beating against his chest.
One of her lacquered sandals falls to the ground, the ends of her wedding obi trail through the dirt. Her voice wavers as she decides to call him by his name, one she hasn’t addressed him with in the last five years of his service to the Kuchiki. They had grown up together in her brother’s estate–her its treasured princess, and him the son of one of her father’s samurai. But once his father died, and Renji took his position, the distance between them grew. And kept growing. Until Rukia wasn’t even sure if…
“Renji, think of all you’ve worked for-”
His grip tightens, beginning to hurt her arms. But he keeps running, the hilt of his katana digging into the small of her back. The katana her brother had given him.
His face is grim but determined as he says his first words since he broke her out of the palanquin. The palanquin meant to take her to her wedding to a member of the Ichimaru clan.
“I’ve only been working for one thing, Kuchiki-hime.” Her title is said a more quietly than the rest. “And that’s for you to get that miserable expression off your face.”
Rukia blinked. The hand hitting his chest stilled. “Renji…”
He smiles down at her, and she understands. Her eyes water. “Why are you such a moron?”
He scoffs before he stops running. In a fluid movement, he drops her from his arms to the ground, then stands directly in front of her. She realizes what he intends to do when he withdraws his katana.
“They won’t take you anywhere you don’t want to go, Rukia.” The way he says her name makes something ache inside of her. He braces his katana in front of him resolutely. “I won’t let them.”
“Renji-”
“Run if you can.” He digs his sandals into the ground. “I won’t leave this spot.” He looks over his shoulder, smiles at her again. “I won’t take one step away.”
The figures of her brother’s men grow larger in the distance. And Rukia swallows before she steps to the side, standing next to the samurai who tried to rescue a princess from her own wedding.
Well, hello guys! Today is the last day and this is my submission for @renrukiweek. I hope you guys like it.
This one shot here is dedicated to @salzrand for all her efforts to make this week happen in the first place.
This has been an amazing experience for me and I would like to thank all of you and your amazing submissions for it.
Summary : Rukia meets Byakuya’s new employee and…her fiance?
RenRuki week, day 7 - September 6: [AU] ~ Phone Wallpapers [720x1280 px]
Submitting a Bleach prompt for the Abarai-Kuchiki family. Ichika as a teenager, kicking ass, and possibly showing her shikai. Or having her get into hijinks with Byakuya or something. But Teenager!Ichika.
“Ready!” She barked out, drawing her sword and aiming it up (and up) at her dad’s chest.
Renji yawned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Ichika cleared her throat. “HEY! Ready?!”
He jerked to attention, and Ichika tried to smother her annoyance at his grogginess. It was almost dawn! He was a vice captain!! She was just the 20th seat of the 11th division and she was alert and focused.
“Yeah, yeah!” He frowned, confused. “What’s this about, Ichika?”
She smirked, the expression evocative of Rukia’s smug confidence that put Renji immediately on edge. She outstretched her forward foot, the toes digging into the dirt of the Kuchiki estate’s fighting ground. The hairs on her arms and neck started to rise with static electricity as she extended her zanpaktou.
“Behold!”
Renji blinked, an intense look of concentration on his face at his daughter’s command.
Ichika’s smirk transformed into a full grin.
“Shred, Isonade!”
Silence. And then.
CRACK
Her zanpaktou shifted, the blade perforating and rising until it resembled a wicked grater, the smaller blades evocative of shark’s fins. Raw electricity whirled around the hilt, crawled up the pommel, and danced around the small fins until they conducted lightning.
Renji’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. His eyes watered, just a little. And his cry echoed throughout the noble, distinguished Kuchiki estate.
“FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
–
“Don’t poke it!”
“It itches!”
“It’s supposed to! Just smack it!”
Despite the aggravation in his tone, her dad hasn’t stopped grinning like an idiot since she showed him Isonade, her lightning shark. And she hasn’t either. Her newly tattooed arm is wrapped with light bandages, protecting the new whorls that now cover her forearm, reminiscent of waves.
She smacks it. It does feel a little better.
Renji grins down at her, ruffles her hair. “Proud of you, Ichika. Go take Ikkaku’s seat.”
“Dad, he’s the captain.”
“So?”
“Achem.”
Both father and daughter pause in their steps simultaneously. And look down.
Rukia stands before the gates of the Kuchiki estate, arms crossed and folded in the sleeves of her captain’s robes. “What’s got you two all excited?”
Renji’s smile breaks. “Ichika–!” And then, as if remembering that his daughter should probably do the sharing, nudges her with his elbow. “You tell her!”
Ichika smiles just like her father, pointing a thumb at her chest. “I summoned my shikai!”
Rukia doesn’t smile or yell like her father, but her eyes fill with such honest pride that Ichika feels her eyes start to water in happiness. After a moment, Rukia clears her throat. “Of course. It’s only natural that my daughter would summon shikai at such a young age-”
“And I got a tattoo!”
Silence. Dead. Fucking. Silence. Rukia glares at Renji. Then Ichika’s bandaged forearm. And only asks a single, icey question.
“Where.”
Renji pales. Ichika feels her cheeks burn. “Uh, Iba’s-”
She glides forward with the grace of uncle Byakuya, but grabs her non-tattooed arm with the force of a typhoon. “We’re going there. Now.”
Powerless, Ichika allows herself to be dragged by her mother (who is a good foot shorter than her), as her dad stares after them with wide eyes.
–
“It…itches.”
“It’s supposed to, just smack it.”
Rukia eyes her daughter suspiciously, but smacks it–probably harder than necessary. “Oh. That helps.”
“Told you!” Ichika smacks her opposite shoulder, now also bandaged. Rukia sports a matching wrap.
“I’m very proud of you, you know.” Rukia says as they walk back toward the estate.
Ichika smiles. “Thanks, mom.”
–
A day later, Abarai Ichika is sporting two new tattoos: whorls like the waves on her forearm that remind the other shinigami of her father.
And a pink, Chappie bunny on her opposite shoulder that her mother’s matched on her own arm.
@renrukiweek Day 7: Happy Family/AU
I was thinking of a concept where Rukia and Renji see how Ichika does in performing kido. Maybe preparing her for examinations so she doesn’t face problems (if you recall Renji’s ‘brilliant Academy performance’ in episode 46).
@renrukiweek Day 6: Marriage
No edit today or tomorrow. Want to experiment with oil pastels and oil paint coloring technique. Semicomp. Time: 5-5.5 hours-ish?
— RENRUKI WEEK DAY 7: Happy Family
@renrukiweek Day 7: Happy Family
Her name is Ichika and she might be tiny but she’s got a lot of daddy’s hair on her head.
Thank you all for your beautiful and amazing submissions for the RenRuki Week!! I enjoyed all of them a lot and I’m happy the RR fandom is blessed with so many talented people ♥♥♥
And thank you for your lovely responses to my submissions, they truly made my week ♥
RENRUKI WEEK 2017
“HAPPY FAMILY / au” We gripped each other’s hand instead of the blade to create a new path.
RenRuki week, day 6 - September 5: [Marriage + We do knot always love you]
I know I’m late but, this here is my submission for day 6 for @renrukiweek. It is a bit rushed but please still give it a try!
Summary : Byakuya approves of Renji and Rukia’s marriage.
I went a little different on this one. Kept it simple. Pencil drawing then printed and used color pencil. Took it back into Photoshop for minor touch ups. My sister @annettelmuse came up with the concept. :) <3
renrukiweek: Happy Family / AU
Bleach x Star Wars
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
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september 6th: Happy Family . AU
High-School AU
Rukia Kuchiki is the best among her peers in school, both in academics and in sports. Her beauty and elegance add to her high reputation as the Star Student in Karakura High School. So it’s no surprise she is constantly being called out for a love confession from an admirer, only this time she is confronted by a delinquent.
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