Requested: No, personally wanted to write angsty fluff using the phrases: My first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost. && I never realized how much I needed you until you weren't there.
Summary; You distance yourself from Ichigo in hopes your absence will go unnoticed when you're taken to Hueco Mundo... Ichigo's more perceptive than anyone gives him credit for and rescues both you and Orihime.
CW: implied that reader has been stalked by Aizen; kidnapped to Hueco Mundo; tiny confrontation with Uryu; Ichigo worrying; Ichigo is hurt but what else is new
Tears streamed down your face as you ran over to him, the man who had come to your rescue despite everything...
You had known that Sosuke Aizen had planned to kidnap you at some point... It was not a matter of if but when.
You had accepted that fact long before it happened...
You had accepted that when you went to help Ichigo rescue Rukia that he would see you... And you already knew whatever he was planning was not good. As soon as he showed his true colors to everyone... you knew it was only a matter of time before he was going to come and find you.
When you returned to the World of the Living, you had said goodbye to Ichigo and his friends, and had made a silent vow to yourself. You didn't want to drag them into anything, so you would begin to distance yourself from the others.
You saw them less and less, you basically dropped off the face of the Earth... However, unlike Rukia, though, you didn't just suddenly disappear from their memories.
It came as no surprise to you when strange hollow like men came to take you. This was the first time you had met any arrancars, and likely the first time they had come over to the World of the Living. You had accepted that this was going to happen and that there was nothing you could do to fight against it.
Fate had a funny way of reminding you of what you had left behind... Orihime at some point had been brought to Hueco Mundo and that was when you knew Ichigo would come to save her.
How would you be able to explain to him just why you were here? What would he say?
... Would he give you that famous scowl and tell you how stupid you had been for running off on your own?
The thought made you giggle to yourself, but it made your heart ache...
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"The hell do you mean you haven't seen them since we got back?!" Ichigo growled as he gripped onto Uryū's shirt, leering down at him.
"I said they haven't been in class or clubs since we got back from the Soul Society. I don't have their number, so I can't contact them... I would think you would've heard from them, Ichigo."
"I..." His grip loosened as he began to think over the days since their return. He remembered saying goodbye to you... He remembered saying he would see you later... And... Then, what? His thoughts were racing through every face he had seen since then and none of them were yours. Not a single one.
"I gotta go," he spat out, letting go of the other's shirt and running off. He had to see you. How did he manage to let the days go past without noticing?! His jaw clenched, hands balling into fists and speeding up into a sprint towards your home. You were okay... You had to be okay.
The thoughts of you being hurt or dead made his chest ache and only made him go faster. Once he arrived, he quickly searched for the spare key you had. In his haste, he nearly dropped it before managing to get it into the key hole and slam open the door. He called out your name, looking everywhere within your home.
He was just overreacting, right? You would be in your room, curled up with your computer or a book and peek your head up at him... Looking confused why he sounded so frantic... Right? You had to. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob of your bedroom, twisting it and pushing the door open.
But you weren't there.
His lower lip trembled as he looked around your room. The bed was made and honestly it looked like no one had been in there for... Well, it definitely looked like you hadn't been home much since your return. He gritted his teeth and slammed the side of his fist into the door frame.
"Damnit!"
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to even begin thinking about where you could be or what could have happened to you... The arrancars soon came down and he was thoroughly defeated. Then they came back and took Orihime with them.
As he was preparing to head to Hueco Mundo to rescue Orihime, something hit him. He remembered his conversation with Grimmjow during their last interaction.
"Hah! You're so dense, Kurosaki! All these people and none of you even noticed we've already taken one of your pals!"
His eyes grew wide at the realization, feeling like he was hit with a train.
"He wasn't talking about Orihime! Son of a-"
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"You're such an idiot, Ichigo! You didn't have to do that," you sobbed out as you fell into the sands before him. He had gotten badly hurt during his fights... And naturally you blamed yourself.
"Heh, but I did... My first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost." He explained, smiling up at you as Orihime began to heal him.
"That's stupid and you know it!" You whined out in protest, feeling a bit better now that he was starting to get healed. "I'm not-"
"Hey, none of that. You are such an important person in my life," he spoke softly and reached up to wipe your tears away. "I never realized how much I needed you until you weren't there..."
"D... Don't say weird stuff like that!" You huffed, cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. Despite that, you never tried to move his hand from your cheek.
"I mean it... It took me way too long, but, I love you."
"Y-... You're just dizzy from blood loss! Stop saying weird things when you're so hurt!" You could feel the steam coming out of your ears, heart racing and trying to turn situation to have less of a focus on yourself.
"Hey! I am not! I've been thinking about this since the day I realized you were gone! It's taken me way too long to realize it, but you know me... I'm not always the best with these sorts of things. I'm just happy I can see you again and tell you how I feel."
Before you had a chance to say anything, he had gently pulled you forward until your lips met with his. It was gentle and sweet and left you absolutely breathless. When he pulled back, forehead resting against yours and his hand still cupping your cheek, you felt a soft sigh leave your lips.
"You're so stupid... and reckless... and I love you too, Ichigo."
"Great, wanna go on a date after we defeat Aizen?"
He stared at you with a confused look for a moment, watching as you just began to laugh at his silliness. His expression soon changed to a soft smile, knowing just how ridiculous he was being. It was the first time in a while he had gotten to see your smile... so he didn't mind you laughing at him.
Funny suggestion, or not.. what would it be like if ulquiorra had a fraccion that liked to bite him at random times?
hello, this is so funny. I love me a biter
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Pure shock. Why would they do this? Thinking it was an attack, he would quickly switch to the defensive side. This is exactly why he never wanted a fraccion, of course they'd behave like this...
((Fraccion was just a random design I pulled out of my ass))
It would take a while to come to terms with the fact that this is some form of affection, and even then, it would confuse him. But, he would eventually stop giving them weird looks (and ceros in return) and finally just resign to letting it happen when he realized this was, in fact, not going to stop.
The other Espadas are.. concerned? Confused? It's a strange thing to see, especially with Ulquiorra. It was weird enough to see him with a fraccion in the first place.
It's a bit of a distraction for some people..
Grimmjow makes fun of him for "letting your fraccion chew on you like a dog with a bone." Some think it disrupts the power dynamics, but the biting is never more than that, so Ulquiorra doesn't see it as such.
Candles burned low against the walls, their flames trembling in the heavy air. Shadows crawled across the marble floor, touching upon glass cases that held delicate gowns, pearls strung with care, jeweled crowns that once adorned your head.
Yhwach stood in the center, motionless, his gaze fixed upon the largest portrait in the room.
You—forever captured in oil and canvas. Draped in a flowing white gown, the silk painted to shimmer like moonlight. Red roses bloomed around you, vivid and defiant against the pale serenity of your form. Your eyes, closed in that portrait, seemed to deny him the comfort of your gaze. A Queen of purity. The mother of Quincies. His once and only.
His hand clenched at his side. Ichibē. Even in death, that name festered like a wound. That monk had dared to strip you from this world—dared to take what even his father did not touch.
Yhwach’s lips moved, though no sound left him. He had spoken to this portrait countless times, as if the canvas might open its mouth and answer. As if you might scold him gently, laugh softly, place a hand upon his cheek as you once did.
But only silence answered.
He turned slowly, eyes drifting over the treasures sealed within this tomb of devotion. Dresses you once wore, folded with reverence. Pearls still faintly carrying the warmth of your skin. He had gathered it all here, every trace of you he could preserve, as if eternity itself could be bent to protect what Ichibē had stolen.
“Letting go…” he murmured. His voice was low, weary, breaking apart like ash in the wind. “They say time heals. But time bends to me, and still—it has done nothing.”
He pressed a hand against his chest, where the ache never ceased. He wanted to release you, to close the book of your story and return to his conquest without chains. Yet the very idea hollowed him out. To let you go would be to erase the last thread of warmth he still carried.
Father ..could see countless futures. But not one—not one—where he ceased to love you.
So he remained. In this chamber of relics and roses, Yhwach stood as both King and widower, chained not by enemy or fate, but by the echo of a love that death could not silence.
An Anon ask from someone you definitely don't know, I swear.
Tell us your head canons for Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach 👀
Well, I wonder who this could be from. Hmmm. Not a clue. No idea at all. (based on this post)
Thank you for the ask, anon! It's been a hot minute since I talked about Bleach and Ichigo Kurosaki :D I have a few headcannons about Ichigo and I am rather excited to share them! (some of these are pretty heavy and serious headcannons...sorry, not sorry😅)
PTSD and Night-terrors: Ichigo has both. From flashbacks, to angry outbursts, to panic attacks, to waking up screaming in the middle of the night from a dream he can't even remember. Sometimes it's things directly related to Aizen, Ywach, and the wars. Sometimes, it's little things: a flash of something shiny moving too fast in the corner of his vision, an innocent noise from a tv show that sounds like a hollow, or even just not knowing where his sisters are when they're late in coming home. This boy literally died and became a hollow (briefly). There's no way he doesn't struggle with PTSD and/or night terrors.
Fear of Becoming a Parent: Let's be real. Even with a loving father, and knowing how much his mother loved him, Ichigo is probably gonna have issues. He's going to worry about another life to protect. He's going to stress and probably think "How can I be a dad, when I can barely get my shit together" every time he has a melt-down from one of his PTSD triggers. I would find it highly unlikely that anyone who's been through what he has would feel really confident in parenting. There's also the fact that Isshin, while definitely trying his best to parent and at the same time pretend he doesn't know anything about Soul Society, wasn't exactly the greatest dad to Ichigo. I just don't think he gave his son a lot of emotional support through the series, and I think that really messed with Ichigo's head. I don't think Ichigo would see him as a role model for parenting.
Substance Use Disorder: in the form of: addiction. I think, building on my other headcannons, Ichigo is probably not gonna cope very well. (We've seen how badly shit went down in the Fullbringer Arc. This boy has Issues and No Coping Skills whatsoever.) Whether he gets an addiction to some sort of drugs (probably pain killers or something else he has easy access to) or alcohol, I think he'll need a serious wake-up call (probably from Chad) before he's able to get through the addiction.
Fear of Being Alone: I think he would be very afraid of being left out and alone again. Especially after the Fullbringer arc. He can't handle not being able to protect his friends or family.
Let's have a couple slightly more light-hearted, not-so-heavy ones, lol:
Forgetting what's normal: I think Ichigo has been so wrapped up in fighting Hollows and Aizen and working with Soul Society for so long now, and through so many large events with so many people changing sides, that he sometimes forgets what is normal conversation for regular people. This leads to some very odd/concerning conversations that leave others wide-eyed and going 'what the fuuuuuuuck' and leave us, the audience, in stitches laughing. ("How did you and Grimmjow meet, Kurosaki?"/ "He tried to kill one of my best friends and then kidnapped the other one. We beat the shit out of each other"/ "...what")
Suspicion: Ok, so Ichigo has been burned so many times by someone promising him something or pretending to guide him, only to then turn around and demand something or betray him or some other form of deception. So, I think he'd be Extra Suspicious of people, especially in positions of authority. Which means, I'm picturing him going to university and the prof going "this assignment is worth 10% of your grade" and Ichigo going "Is it? Is it really? You're not gonna make it 20% at the last minute, are you? Hmmmm??? HMMMMM???????" except you know, in his Ichigo way. Meaning. He'll probably corner the prof after lecture and intimidate the shit out of him. Poor little old professor. Or: Other Professor: "As long as you follow what I say, you will do just fine and pass this class easily". Ichigo: "Fuck that" /does the opposite. gets a bad grade. Shocked Pikachu emoji/ LOL.
Tiredness x 1000: Ok, so this one is kind of not funny but also kind of funny. I think that due to being wired all the time from adrenaline and such, and not being able to get a good night's sleep, Ichigo is exceedingly tired. Always. And that leads to slightly funny (but also realistically dangerous) things on the surface because he becomes That Friend who will fall asleep on anything as long as the surface is vaguely horizontal. In class. In the cafeteria. While shopping with friends. On a train. On a bus. On the sidewalk. In the Park. On a bench. In a pool. Upside Down. One time, he falls very deeply asleep in the middle of a spar with Grimmjow, and Grimmjow freaks out and thinks he's actually killed Kurosaki. Grimmjow panics and starts planning the funeral to calm himself down. When Ichigo wakes up, Grimmjow is so relieved but also annoyed because how Dare he fool Grimmjow, that he kicks Ichigo.
Thanks again for the ask, anon! Hope you enjoyed these headcannons!!!
I don't know if you're accepting, but can I just have some Gin Ichimaru fluff please? Like, for the love of God, Im crying because he deserved better damn it.
Fluffy Headcanons for Ichimaru Gin
With Gin, you are never really going to know what he is thinking. He has those eyes always smiling like a sly silver haired fox. At first, it would be cute of course, but it will frustrate the hell out of you after a while when you cannot read his expressions.
Still you know he cares because he shows it in weird little ways.
Whenever he sees you, he always has some kind of candy hidden behind him to surprise you with. Typically, it ought to be flowers but Gin figured out very quickly that anything sweet had much more effect on making you happy and excited.
Because that’s the kind of guy he really is. He pays attention. While in battle, his observation skills make him very difficult to beat; he always knows somehow what his opponent is up to. When it comes to you, it usually means he figures out just what you love and hate – even the little things like the specific types of clips you use on your hair, or your preference of darker chocolates, or just how you like your coffee…
When you notice just how much of you he sees, you learn not to mind how his eyes are always closed. With Gin, you always feel seen.
He pats you on your head, every time he sees you. It’s his own form of unusual greeting. As with everything with Gin, it annoys you at first, but when you realize you’re the only one he ever does that to, you learn to accept his gesture for what it is – letting you know he is happy to see you.
His actual kisses are reserved for when you two are alone. Those definitely take your breath away. How could they not, when he uses every smooch to learn just exactly what makes you moan into his mouth. Every kiss is better than the last in someway.
He is extremely protective of you but you will probably never really know it. He would not only die for you, but very easily kill for you if need be. He’d never show it. He can’t afford to. With enemies around, to show that you’re what he cares about is a sure way to put you in danger.
But if at any point you’re hurt, the next day the responsible parties would either be seriously maimed or would have disappeared altogether.
He likes to watch you when he knows you aren’t looking. Especially when you’re sleeping next to him. One night you caught him unaware doing that and it was the first time you properly got to see just how blue his eyes really were. Before you could ask what he was doing, he’s kiss you and properly distract you.
He has a sarcastic comment for everyone but not you. Instead, he’d tease you mercilessly. He’d plop a flower in your hair and call you his “beautiful petal” in the most saccharine sweet voice that he knows puts an embarrassed flush on your face.
He always stays awake till you fall asleep first. For one, he gets to look at you taking his own sweet time. But also because he needs to somehow reassure himself that despite what he maybe caught up in, you’re still safe and sound.
He hates to see you cry, and would do whatever he can to avoid it. He can’t bear it. When he catches you crying, he’d hug you so tight against him. It serves two purposes: one to comfort you, and secondly with your face buried in his chest, he doesn’t have to see you in pain.
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How would aizen, ulquiorra, and grimmjow react if there S/O asked to have sex with them in there released form?
Aizen would get hella cocky, but he would respectfully refuse. As much as he would like to, he would think that the force of his Spiritual Pressure would be far too much for your fragile soul to withstand. Doesn't matter how strong you are.
"I know how much you would enjoy that, my love, but I don't want to crush you. You mean far too much to me."
Rest assured though, anon, he will still caress you and quickly, lightly, peck at your lips and make love.
No need to freak. I'm drunk so i will be able elaborate later.
after he quenches your initial request with his words, he'll set to work with his hands. Touching teasing, testing... You asked for his released form and although he won't let you taste that way, he'll distract you for the time being- and you will not be left unsatisfied. Unless he wants you to be, of course.
Grimmjow will be more than happy to oblige. Not so much for your benefit as for his, but if you like it rough, you will enjoy this just as much as he will. His released form represents the destruction aspect of death, therefore he will destroy your sanity, physicality, as well as anything else so long as you promise you really want this version on him. He becomes the most primal you've ever seen him.
"You're all mine, baby. I'm gonna show you why."
Ulquiorra? Absolutely not. Rejection comes before you can even finish the question. He represents despair in its highest form - what pleasure can you possibly derive from that? Depending on how desperately you want it, i hope you enjoy begging, pleading, and crossing your fingers he finds such a high he loses all inhibition.
