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[cooliogirl101]

Can I ask 17 or 18 for Hisana and Ichigo? Platonic or romantic, doesn't matter! I'm interested in their dynamic now 🥰

Cruore: flowing blood

Marcid: incredibly exhausted

(Platonic because I honestly can’t see them having a romantic relationship)

“--and then you should have seen the look on Yuzu’s face when we surprised her with those puppies, I’ve never seen a girl so happy,” Ichigo continues before pausing when there’s no reply. “Hisana? You still with me?”

“...go on,” is the faint reply. “I’m listening. Keep talking, you’re a good storyteller.” 

She barely gets the words out before breaking into series of paroxysmal coughs. Ichigo feels something wet splatter onto the nape of his neck and swears violently, bending down so he can set her down on the ground. 

“Aww,” Hisana says after taking a moment to catch her breath. Her lips are speckled with red. “I was enjoying my piggy-back ride.” 

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He informs her. Coughing up blood and she still manages to give him sass, Ichigo thinks to himself. No wonder old-man Urahara had taken a liking to her. 

“So I’ve been told,” she says, giving him a faint smile. “If you were getting tired of carrying me though, you could have just told me. I’m more than capable of walking without your help.” 

Ichigo gives her a pointed look. 

“You have a goddamn hole through your chest,” he says flatly.

“I’m a hollow. I’m supposed to have a hole through my chest,” she says mulishly. 

“Fine. You have two holes through your chest,” Ichigo retorts, resisting the urge to palm his forehead. God. And this was the woman who was widely considered to be a paragon of virtue. Paragon of stubbornness and idiocy, more like. “And quit talking so much, you should be saving your strength.” 

“If I didn’t talk, you’d worry,” she replies before grimacing, pressing one hand to her chest. “Ugh. Stupid Szayel and his stupid poisons stopping me from shifting. Even dead, he’s a pain in the ass.” 

“How are you doing on breaking down that poison, by the way?” Ichigo asks. 

“I mean. I’m still alive, so that’s something,” she answers.

Ichigo glances at the redness steadily soaking through her shirt and presses his lips together tightly. 

“I still don’t know why you took that blow for me. If I get hurt, you can heal me. If you get hurt, what the hell am I supposed to do?” He asks, throwing his hands up in frustration. 

“If you took that blow, you’d be dead,” Hisana says pointedly. “And even I can’t bring people back from the dead.” 

“And now you’re on the verge of dying yourself!” Ichigo snarls back. “God, do you have any idea what Rukia’s going to do to me if you die? After she just got you back? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to her--”

“You think I don’t know that?” Hisana hisses back. “You think I don’t know exactly how much I’ve hurt--” She cuts herself off, going silent for a moment. “Look, I know...I know I’ve still got things left to do. I know I can’t afford to let things end now. But you-- you’re just a kid, Kurosaki-kun.” She looks up at him with haunted, pained eyes. “I can’t let a kid die.” 

Ichigo looks away, suddenly unable to meet her gaze. “I haven’t been a kid for a long time now.” 

“No, you just haven’t been protected for a long time now,” she says, closing her eyes. “Let me do the protecting for once, Kurosaki-kun.” 

Ichigo glances at Hisana’s pale, exhausted face. Even now, on the verge of unconsciousness, her features are lined with worry and stress. 

Yeahh...not a chance, he thinks to himself as he picks her up in his arms. 

Now time to find a hollow capable of opening up a Garganta and get the hell out of here. 

[kanamesharisenwrites]

I got another one for ya! "Restitution". Alternatively, there's a manga I love called "Let's Be Strangers in the Next Life". What about that for a fic title?

hello @lunarlegend11! sorry it took so long to get to this. as a bonus for having to wait, i’ll do both suggestions!

Restitution:

Sakura doesn’t fail. Doesn’t freeze. As Sasuke’s chidori charges towards her chest, her fighting instincts take over. All it takes is a beat of her heart.

Her shoulder burns like electricity, and Sasuke lays dead at her feet.

But it’s not over.

Sakura will tear the foundations of Konoha from the ground with her bare hands to make sure this never happens again.

a canon-divergent kakasaku AU in which Sakura becomes the sixth hokage, weeding out corruption all while carrying the heavy burden of guilt. Kakashi is her head advisor, and he fulfills his duty with the utmost diligence. Would definitely involve emotionally-charged, hokage office smut 

...

Let’s Be Strangers in the Next Life:

When Sakura literally runs into her new boss at work, it’s like time stands still. Her stack of paperwork flies into the air and floats down like cherry blossoms on a spring day, enveloping the two of them in a world of their own.

Then, he clears his throat and helps her off her ass, the spell broken. "And you are?”

“Sakura Haruno, sir.”

“Kakashi Hatake,” he says, scrutinizing her face. “Have we met before?”

Sakura shakes her head, ignoring the ache in her chest. “No, sir.”

The look he gives her is strange, quizzical. Then it’s gone. “Be more careful running around the office, Miss Haruno. I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

That night, Sakura dreams of silver hair and shinobi.

a modern, supernatural rom-com kakasaku AU. Something along the lines of The Proposal, but with a reincarnation subplot added in for the heck of it

[surprisinglydomestickakashi]

If you're still doing prompts: Mulan au of KakaSaku, or Hades/Persephone kidnapping please!

(I am! I know she does have a mother in canon but given the devastation, she causes I’m going to imagine Tsunade for Demeter in this one hehe. I’m also going to say Itachi is Thanatos in this one just because he seems like a good harbinger of death. this isn’t the exact moment of the kidnapping, I hope that’s okay! A daktylos is an ancient greek form of measurement roughly equivalent to the width of one finger)

Sakura sat with her legs tucked under her in the garden, letting the feeble grass under her hand bloom feeble flowers. She knew they wouldn’t last long down here, at least she thought she knew. These past few weeks things had been turned completely upside down. 

“It’s truly amazing you can make anything bloom down here.” The voice came from the tree behind her. 

Sakura didn’t jump, she barely had the energy to be startled anymore. She turned her head to see him leaning against the pomegranate tree. Kakashi moved silently as he pulled one fruit from its boughs and walked towards her. 

He looked different from the first time he saw her, then he had a white mask pulled over his face as they dove into the dark. His arms felt so much more solid than the chariot, she clung to him for dear life. Now he only wore a piece of fabric over his nose and mouth, a black sash covered one eye, his silver hair seemed a great contrast against it. 

“Why remove your mask if you only intend to wear another one?” She asked over her shoulder, and for a moment he stopped.

It was only a moment, soon he was next to her sitting next to her on the field.

“Why did you come with me if you only intend to starve yourself?” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry even, just concerned. 

It was true, she flung herself down after him and by luck, he caught her as his chariot ripped open the ground beneath them. A nearby battle had a larger than average soul count and he wanted to check Itachi was pulling his weight. Kakashi hadn’t expected the smell of flowers over blood and when she fell into his arms he couldn’t help but cling tightly to her form.

“My mother was coming, how was I to know it was a permanent arrangement?” 

“Am I truly that repulsive to you?” Kakashi didn’t even look at her, instead gazing over the horizon, idly moving the pomegranate from hand to hand.

“How can I know? You won’t let me see your face.” Sakura came close to him, attempting to hook her hands in his mask but his hands caught her wrists so quickly the pomegranate fell with a wet thud and rolled, forgotten, between them.

It had been so long since there was even the idea of spring in this world, hidden under the earth. To see her face so close to his, the way her big green eyes lowered to stare at his covered mouth, it made his heart race. 

It made Sakura’s race too, the time she spent here had taken some of her energy but she suddenly felt electrified with his hands on her pulse. She was the first one to speak.

“I can’t imagine my mother is happy I’m gone” Why did she remind him? He let her hands go, he thought for a moment she would return to his face but instead, she picked up the fruit still on the ground between them.

“I hear she has plunged the world into famine until you are back, they say the bushes and trees are red from screaming for your return.” He watched her hands as she spoke, delicate fingers opening the ruby flesh.

“And if I eat this who knows when I could return? So you must offer me something for my trouble.”

Kakashi’s eyes, or rather eye, flicked to her’s. They held a mischievous glint he would come to regard as his favorite - but that’s getting ahead of the story. In this moment he wondered if she was more mercenary than he thought. Perhaps she hadn’t flung herself down but instead after the God of Wealth, one of his newer titles. 

“And what is it you want?” He regarded her coolly.

“To see your face.” Sakura let loose a wicked smile when she saw the shock on his face. She held one seed between her fingers “For every seed, I eat you lower your mask one daktylos.”

They managed six seeds before the mask was down off his face. Sakura didn’t see what he wore it for, his long elegant nose, one mark on his chin, she could even see the scar on one cheek that seemed to disappear into the sash around his eye. 

When Itachi came to tell him Kakashi was being summoned to Olympus, he found them locked in a kiss. He wasn’t sure how long it had been but he could tell it wasn’t going to be done soon. He left as quietly as he came, they would handle the fallout later. For now, he spread the word that the garden needed to be clear for a while.

[blackkatmagic]

I just had the weirdest crack ship idea I've ever had: Sakura/Sakumo. Have you ever come across that? Good lord my head is spinning just picturing it

.....I feel like I’ve actually seen a fic with this ship before. Time traveling Sakura was the reason it looked like Kakashi didn’t have a mom, or something like that. I didn’t read it, but I had that same “mind blown” moment. xD

[kanamesharisenwrites]

For the title thing, how about "Treasonous Bones"?

Ah, thank you @lunarlegend11! It’s so good to hear from you!

Treasonous Bones:

Archeologist Sakura Haruno unearths a stone tablet that appears to be a map to the lost city of Atlantis. When her boss, Hiruzen Sarotobi, refuses to fund an expedition, she takes matters into her own hands. With the help of shady tour guide, Kakashi Hatake, Sakura races against other exploration teams and supernatural forces to find the treasure at the end of the journey.

an action/adventure kakasaku fic in the vein of The Mummy (1998) and Romancing the Stone

[cooliogirl101]

Urahara Kisuke and Hisana, platonic please! 💜

For all that Hisana enjoys roasting Urahara to his face, she actually gets surprisingly defensive of him behind his back. The first time she hears someone derisively comparing Urahara to Hikifune Kirio, the former 12th Division Captain (”Compared to Hikifune-taicho, Urahara-taicho is nothing more than a cheap imitation, a cold-blooded murderer playing at being a scientist…it’s obvious he has no idea how to run a division”), she delivers such a scathing retort she ends up reducing them to tears. 

Urahara finds out about it, because he’s Urahara, and when he confronts her, he half-expects her to deny it or to shrug it off with a laugh. Instead, he gets a chilling, unapologetic stare filled with a burning, unbridled fury that freezes him in place.

(“As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, Hisana-san, don’t you think you were a bit harsh?”

“He was rude to you.”

“You’re rude to me all the time.”

“That’s different. He meant it.”)

[cooliogirl101]

lunarlegend11 replied to your post “So I'm rereading WTL again and when Hisana is set to enter Seireitei...”

Yeah I think it's supposed to be Gin. That's actually a good question ��

Ah. Well in that case, you have to understand that the Seireitei definition of ‘bonkers’ is a little different from ours-- it’s a measure of how likely you are to rebel against the existing status quo/act against Central 46. So you could technically be a murderous sadistic psychopath and kill/torture all you want, as long as you still follow orders, don’t explicitly do anything against the government, and don’t piss off anyone too powerful. 

[cooliogirl101]

Did Hisana leave an impression on Squad 11 too? and their relationship with Squad 4? I imagine her squad 4 friends reaching out asking for help to become stronger like she was, and squad 11 agrees out of respect. It starts with their cat and mouse games on a small scale with just her old friends, but then they draw in others and it grows into a squad-wide mutual support. Fast forward 100 years Squad 4 isn't sneered at like in canon, they're actually a force to be reckoned with.

Yes, Hisana did leave an impression on Squad 11, but only in the sense that they consider her an honorary member and treat her like any one of their own deceased. She didn’t really change their impression of Squad 4 as a whole; nah, that’s something the 4th Division did on their own. 

See, the thing is, Yukimura Hisana was fearless, bright, skilled, charismatic, and persistent. Now, that’s a high standard to live up to; after all, the majority of the 4th Division consists of Academy ‘leftovers’; so they’re not particularly brave, smart, popular, or talented. But what they can do is be persistent; if they can’t force a person to comply through physical force, they’ll annoy them into complying instead (they’re not quite at the level of ‘follow people into bathrooms’ but they are at the level of knocking persistently on every locked door until they get their way). Of course, a lot of people didn’t take this very well in the beginning, but–

(”For fuck’s sake, if you don’t leave me the hell alone, I’ll–!” Yamamoto Daishi burst out as he yanked the door open, eyes wild. The annoying little grub who’d been knocking at his door for the past two hours smiled placidly at him.

“Kill me?” He asked calmly, not even having the decency to look the slightest bit frightened. “You’re welcome to try. Just as you’re welcome to shove your own guts back into your body the next time some hollow slices you open and you require our services. Now please let me in sir, it’s rude to keep people waiting at the door.”)

Some Fourth Division members didn’t like the new change in policy either, but spite can be a powerful motivator.

(”Why are we trying so hard to save those assholes, anyway? I mean sure, there’s professionalism and all that, but the world would be a better place without them, if you ask me.”

“You don’t save them because you like them or because they’re good people,” Iemura said calmly, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. “You save them because you’ve already invested countless hours of your life keeping them alive. As such, they don’t get to die due to their own stupidity, or some hollow, or any reason besides old age– because if they die, every hour, minute, second you’ve invested into them goes to waste. They don’t get to die because their life belongs to you now...understood?”)

So in the future, yes, they do have Squad 11′s respect, and they earned it entirely on their own merits. Sure, they also annoy the hell out of them– and every other squad (in fact, their reputation around the Seireitei is ‘those tenacious little buggers, I’d love to chuck the whole lot of them off a cliff but they’d probably climb right back up, wait until I was in the middle of sex, then pop up and tell me with a smile that yes, my STD results were positive’)– but you can’t say they aren’t taken seriously anymore.