#irweek2021

[ichirukilover]

IchiRuki Week 2021 - Day 4 “Come on, let's go home”

[ariadnekurosaki]

Lessons

Prompt: IchiRuki week day 7, Shiba Ichigo

Rating: T (for swearing. I made Ichigo swear a lot this week.)

He’s heard the rumors about Rukia, the utterly tiny girl from Inuzuri who showed up at the academy with a guy in tow whose hair is even brighter than his. He thought they were partners at first, but the crimson-haired kid quickly makes friends with some of the other academy members – Hisagi and Kira, and the cheerful Hinamori.

Shiba Ichigo doesn’t like it much, the way she hangs back while Abarai seems to revel in his newfound popularity. His cousin would tease him for being bothered by it; Ichigo’s always had a tendency to pick up strays.

If she’s a stray, she’s the prettiest stray he’s ever come across: wide eyes that remind him of violets and the last purple sweep of the horizon at the end of a sunset. Her hair is dark and looks silky to touch, and Rukia is small but even in the unflattering academy uniform he can see hints of curves.

“If you’re done staring?” she says, and Ichigo grins down at her. She’s tough, too, despite that shyness whenever she’s around the other students.

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[everything-withered]

Ichiruki Week, Day One: Just one kiss...just one time.

Rukia doesn't know how to be selfish. Ichigo gives her an idea.

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[hesesols]

It Happened Once (Or Maybe Twice)

Day 4 of IR week 2021

Rating: T

Summary:

In which Ichigo is a drunk idiot and Rukia is his long-suffering wife. If anyone asks, it's all Renji's fault.

…Or is it?

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Rukia sighs as she head-butts him on his chest lightly, squeezing him tighter in turn. "I was going to but then you looked so peaceful in your sleep. You were still snoring away when I got up. I didn't have the heart to so I decided to let you sleep in. Figured that you needed it after last night."

Ichigo quirks an eyebrow at that, surprised. "You're not mad at me?"

"No? Unless… you want me to be mad at you?"

"No!" Ichigo replies quickly, almost biting his tongue by mistake in his rush. He definitely doesn't want Rukia to be mad at him, doesn't want to be made to sleep in the guestroom when there is a queen-sized bed in the master bedroom with his wife lying in it, and he definitely doesn't want to be made to abstain from their night time activities. He would miss the snuggling too much. "It's just a little… weird."

Rukia looks up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you actually remember from last night?"

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[banshea77]

Diamonds

By Hexenbane77

Fandom:Bleach

Relationship:Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Characters:Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, Matsumoto Rangiku, Hinamori Momo, Ise Nanao, Kurotsuchi Nemu, Ayasegawa Yumichika

Additional Tags:Explicit Sexual Content Ladie's Night Celebrating divorce Dirty Dancing Low passions awaken Pre-Relationshipa LOT of alcohol

Summary:

Rukia and the girls are celebrating Rangiku's divorce in a bar, a lot of alcohol, dirty dances that unleash the lowest passions. Sex takes control.

We continue with the Ichiruki week.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[kleinegirl87]

Also, a little late: Day 2

Sinopsis: Un ritual que se repite cada veinte años, una diosa que no es lo que parece y un secreto

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ichirukilover]

IchiRuki Week 2021- Day 1 "I swore to myself just one kiss… just one time"

[ariadnekurosaki]

If you give I will receive

Prompt: IchiRuki week day 1, I promised myself just one kiss... just one time

Rating: E/MA

Why doesn’t he stop her? He could.

The day Ichigo sews strawberry flowers into her veil and stabs himself with a needle three times to stop his tears and explain away his glassy eyes, he could go to her and stop this farce. Inoue watches him, beaming all the while with shadows behind her eyes. Ishida’s eyes are more knowing. And condemning. As if he knows what will come next.

The day he watches her walk down the aisle, he could stop her. He knows that he should tear the veil from her head and throw it to the ground rather than let her walk, solemn and with dark shadows under her eyes, to him. If Ichigo would just look at anyone but her he would see the look Rangiku gives him. He would see the look Byakuya gives him as if to ask: where is your blade, Kurosaki? Raise it and stop this. If he would just listen, he would hear Zangetsu’s howling as water rises above his chest. He might even hear Sode no Shirayuki, screaming and trying to shatter the ice into which her wielder has trapped herself.

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