#irweek2020

[ariadnekurosaki]

IchiRuki Week 2020 Summary

Fics Written: 8

Word count: 32,179

Shortest Fic: Listening (686 words)

Longest Fic: On the Other Side of the Field of Battle (9532 words)

There are lots of great fics and artworks for IchiRuki week! Check out the collection on AO3, or the #irweek2020 tag here on Tumblr.

[ariadnekurosaki]

Along the Moonlit Path

Prompt: IchiRuki Week Halloween bonus Rating: E (NSFW)

Summary:  He turns right at the corner and instead of finding himself on the sidewalk back toward his house, his right foot lands on a path formed from white chrysanthemum petals. “What the hell?” he says out loud. He wonders if he’s hallucinating. Ichigo pulls his cellphone from his front pocket and taps the screen, but there is no service and the numbers on the digital clock display just blink “00:00” repeatedly.

Read on AO3.

[hellsbella]

IR Week 2020, day 8: Halloween

[hellsbella]

IR Week 2020, day 1: How good you look to me

[the BGM - R.o.S.E BLUE piano version by Dreamcatcher x]

[hesesols]

Cravings

Day 7 of Ichiruki week

Prompt: Are you listening to me? Uh-huh.

Rating: K+

Summary:

Ichigo appreciates that Rukia is going through some changes but this predilection for strange food combos can't be healthy.

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He gulps, eyes narrowing at the sight of her happily digging into her after dinner snack. The melted chocolate from the Mars Bar stains her fingers as she picks at the platter of crispy bacon rashers. The doctor and responsible boyfriend in him, is cringing.

This is packed full of sugar, fat and grease, things that he is sure no pregnant woman should be binging on. Despite repeated reassurances from Rukia that she's fine, that the sweet crunch of the chocolate bar is heavenly with the salty bacon, Ichigo still doesn't think it's healthy.

A few days before it was raw onions- urghhh, he shudders; just the smell of it on her breath! He loves his midget to bits but that night, he made her brush her teeth twice before he would even consider getting close enough to kiss her goodnight.

He thinks he's noticing a trend and for all the medical texts he's been reading up on, all that he knows about pregnant women and their strange food cravings, it's starting to unnerve him.

But how can he say no to her?

One look from her and he's putty; throw in another teary-eyed statement of how It's not me! It's the baby! or the new favourite I'm carrying your child here! How can you be so heartless?—

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FF/ao3

[ariadnekurosaki]

Listening

Prompt: IchiRuki Day 7, Are you even listening to me? Uh huh.

Rating: T

Read on AO3.

Listening

“Are you even listening to me?” Rukia’s voice is sharp, but Ichigo just leans over with a dreamy expression on his face.

“Uh huh,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against her neck. Summertime in Soul Society is hot, but Ichigo doesn’t care; he has an entire month before he has to go back to the World of the Living for his last year of university. An entire month without writing essays so long that his fingers ache, or reading entire books in a single night just to keep up, or early morning wake-ups and all-nighters.

Instead he has an entire month with Rukia, and he intends to savor it. He has an entire month of nights spent at her side, in her quarters at the Thirteenth Division, and Ichigo intends to take full advantage of her closeness.

“So you’ll join me for tea with Nii-sama tomorrow afternoon?” Rukia asks.

Well…he’ll take full advantage of her closeness when Byakuya can’t see them. “Mhm,” he agrees, and traces the line of her neck down to her shoulder, partially revealed by the sleeping yukata she wears.

“Ichigo.” Her voice is a little strained, as if she’s trying to be stern, and Ichigo just lifts his head and grins up at her.

“What? I’m fine joining you for tea tomorrow. Byakuya and I have an understanding,” he explains, and goes back to kissing her neck and shoulder. Stretched out alongside her petite frame, Ichigo is wearing only a pair of pale blue boxers; without air conditioning, it’s too hot for anything else. He wonders if he can convince his lover to start spending summers in the World of the Living, where they can rely on that wonder of modern life to keep them cool.

“An understanding,” Rukia says skeptically, and rolls over to face him properly. “Byakuya thinks you’re sleeping in the lieutenant’s quarters instead of in here with me.” Being acting captain has its perks: two years after the war, Rukia has finally consented to moving into the rooms set aside for the Thirteenth Division captain.

“That’s part of the understanding,” Ichigo insists as he brushes a lock of hair from her face and grins again. “He gave me his blessing to court you, he knows that I’ve been accepted into the Fifth Division, and we both pretend that I don’t,” he stops to slide his lips down to the rise of her breast, “kiss every inch of you every chance I get.”

The words make Rukia’s cheeks turn pink, but she scoffs at him. “If he knew, he’d make you stay in the Sixth Division barracks with Renji.”

“Please. Renji would get sick of you mooning over me every time I said goodnight to you,” Ichigo teases.

“Mooning! Idiot, you’re the one who uses that soul pass every chance you get just to come see me,” Rukia argues. “You’d be utterly lost without me.” But there’s a teasing note in her voice, too, and her eyes are soft. Still, the words hit a little too close to true for him and Ichigo rolls so that she’s under him, pinned and pushed against the futon.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m marrying you,” he retorts, and lowers his mouth to hers again.

She meets him halfway and they kiss for a time despite the heat, his lean body arched over hers. Then: “Who says we’re getting married? You haven’t asked me, yet.”

Ichigo huffs out a laugh and kisses her again. “Next year,” he promises. “Once I’ve graduated and moved here for good. I’ll ask.” He stops and kisses his way back down her neck. “And you’ll say yes.”

She melts beneath him as his lips find her breasts and then kiss lower. “Will I?” Rukia asks, eyes gleaming in the low light of the moon.

“Mhm. We’ll get married,” Ichigo continues, “and we’ll build a life together here.”

“And then?” Her voice is just a whisper.

“And then I’ll make you as happy as I can for the next thousand years,” he promises.

“Sap,” Rukia whispers.

“Mhm.” Then he shifts his weight – and starts making good on that promise.

[verothelilsparkleghost]

IchiRuki Week Day 7

“Are you even listening to me? Uh huh.”

Ahhh Ichigo, it’s fine, we all know you like to carry Rukia around.

Once again thanks to my lovely IR Quadforce 💜🧡 @darthrrae @hesesols @ariadnekurosaki and Shini.

[hesesols]

In Silence

Day 6 of Ichiruki week

Prompt: emotional motion sickness/I can’t seem to drown you out

Rating: G

Summary:

Silence speaks louder than both words and actions combined. And sometimes when you say nothing— that is when I hear you scream the loudest.

Heartbreak is like this.

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Without fanfare, without preamble; with neither a swan song nor a banshee's shriek to herald its arrival, the beginning of the end is eerie in its silence.

The world watches on with bated breath.

"Rukia—"

She's disappearing.

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FF/ao3