#rinzumo

[vikingpoteto]

are there any bonrinzumo fans out there? I really need someone to bounce ideas off of for this AU I'm cooking but I'm afraid the fandom is just me atp

[galacticrainbowsaz]

Don't get me wrong, I love finding wild and out there ships to sail...

BUT IT ALSO SUCKS BECAUSE THERE IS LIKE, NO CONTENT FOR THEM!!!

I just wanna enjoy my ships man 🤧

[tonguetiedraven]

Could I possibly ask for a RinZumo oneshot with Izumo trying her best to comfort Rin after he has a nightmare/night terror? It can go however you like, I just really like that main idea :}

This takes place directly after the Impure King fight when everyone konks out for a rest.

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He was rolling around and whimpering a little, so Izumo had been up before he started putting on a light show. 

She didn't know how anyone had managed to sleep through any of it, but the flames were bright and flickering, and it was impossible to roll over and ignore it all.

Besides, it was obviously a nightmare, and now obvious that Rin ignited when he had those, and the thought of being right back where they were yesterday was just too stupid to let it slide. So Izumo pushed upright on her arm and stretched over to his futon. She curved her hand around his shoulder, a bit more tentatively than she would ever admit, and blew out a quietly relieved breath to find he was only warm. The flames were still harmless. At least for now. 

Satisfied she wasn't going to be turned into barbecue, Izumo firmed her grip and gave the whimpering boy a firm shake. 

There was more muscle under her hand than she had anticipated. 

Shaking that thought off, Izumo gave him another hard shake. 

Rin stiffened all the more, curling into a tight defensive ball, knocking his kakebuton aside. His tail had curled around him in a nervous way, and now Izumo’s annoyance, both real and pretend, took a back seat. 

“Hey,” she whispered, not wanting to wake the others, and surprisingly, not wanting Rin to be embarrassed, “Okumura, wake up.” She gave him another shake, harder this time, digging her nails in a little, and leaned slightly closer.

Rin woke with a squeak and sprang upright, knocking her hand off his shoulder with the action and almost knocking her in the head. 

She drew back with a hiss, and that was the moment Rin seemed to realize he was a bit on fire. The flames were promptly doused, leaving them in the dark room.

“Shit,” Rin muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. Izumo watched him for a moment, and realized he didn’t actually know she’d woken him. She could lay back down and he’d be none the wiser. She wouldn’t have to deal with anything embarrassing that way.

But…

“Hey,” her voice came out a bit grumpy, but there was no fixing that now. Besides, she was fairly certain she’d have earned the jump of surprise no matter how she sounded. Rin’s head snapped towards her, and she gave a little eye roll, even though he shouldn’t really be able to see it.

Or maybe he could. It wasn’t like she knew what demons could and couldn’t see.

“You okay?” She asked, trying not to stare at him. He was hard to see in this darkness and not being sure if he could see her or not had her uncomfortable. 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Of course.” He plastered on a big smile that showed his teeth and pulled his kakebuton back on. “No problem. Just kinda reckless.”

“Restless, moron, and I know it was a nightmare. You were rolling around and whining.”

Rin flushed and pulled his cover closer. “What?! Oh. Uh. Nah. Just, uh, clowns. Yeah. Dreamed of… clowns.”

Maybe Mephisto, but she doubted he’d been the source. She knew all too well what made the sort of nightmares Rin had been thrashing from.

That was the sort of tossing that memories brought. 

“Please, it was obviously bad. You were on fire and everything. Just tell me if you’re okay or if I’m going to need to get some holy water.”

Rin hugged the quilt close. “I was on fire?”

She nodded, feeling a small twist of guilt at the way he seemed to wilt. 

“So?”

“So?”

“Are you okay?!” She hissed the words, patience at an end. Why were boys so stupid? It was such a simple question. Even Shiemi and her stuttering nervousness would have answered it by now.

“Yes,” Rin blinked his big eyes and suddenly smiled. Though, if she had looked a little closer, she might have realized it didn’t quite reach those big eyes. “I’m good. You worried about me, Izumo?” 

Izumo drew back, her cheeks going a warm red at the familiarity. “What? No! And don’t call me that.”

“Well thanks anyway, polkabrow.” 

That was worse! It was somehow more familiar, and made her cheeks warmer. Her eyebrows were a sore spot, and she worried how he actually saw them. 

And that was infuriating. 

“Shut up and go to bed,”  she hissed, grabbing her own kakebuton and hauling it over her shoulders as she laid back down. “And try not to ignite this time.” 

“Sure,” Rin said, sounding happier as he laid back down on his own futon. She ignored him and curled up tight, blushing and glaring at the wall until Rin’s breathy snores once again were ringing through the air. A glance was enough to show his face slack with sleep, his fangs peeking out, his hair a mussed mess, his tail peeking out from under the covers, and his eyes slightly open.

All of it should look entirely ridiculous, but for reasons she could not understand, she heard Paku in her head.

“Rin Okumura is pretty cute too.”

Shut up! She hissed in her mind, closing her eyes tight and refusing to think about any of that. She had just been helping a friend. That’s all it was.

Now it was Rin she heard in her head.

“Sure, polkabrows.”

Ugh.

[rizumo-month]

[rizumo-week-blog]

Rizumo Week 2021

February 12th: Hellfire

February 13th: "That's my shirt!"

February 14th: Family

February 15th: Storybook

February 16th: Fangs

February 17th: Royalty

February 18th: StarCross

[ninththprinceofhell]

I have seen Rinzumo mermaid art, Bonzumo mermaid, and slightly Bonrin mermaid art

Point is, if someone doesn't write a Bonrinzumo mermaid fic(bonus points for pirate Rin who is secretly half mermaid and pirate Bon competing to catch the mermaid, Izumo) I'm gonna die

[shipitrealgood]

Rizumo Week 2020 Day 3: Wedding

If you expected me not to be super late with this one too, then you don’t even know me. But I tried to make this one more romantic (which my brain struggled to write), so hopefully that helps take the sting out of it!

@the-new-rizumo-week-blog

Rin tugs at the starched white collar of his button-up shirt, groaning loudly as sweat trickles down his temples. “Man, it’s boiling out here,” he whines, trying desperately to flag down one of the many waiters carrying pitchers of ice water.

His companion jabs him in the side, seeming to only get more irritated when he yelps loudly in response. “Pipe down,” Izumo hisses, “we can’t draw attention to ourselves.”

He rubs his side. “Yeah, yeah, Shura’s orders…”

“No, you idiot. This is their day. They should get all the attention.” She gestures in front of them.

A recently wedded bride and groom sit side by side at a lavish table, their eyes focused solely on the standing maid of honor as she tearfully recites her toast. To their right sits an as-of-yet unused dance floor with a DJ rechecking his equipment and acoustics. To their left, front, and pretty much everywhere else under this tent sit their extended family and friends, a startling amount of people brought together to witness their union.

Silky linens drape across the ceiling, serving to disguise the tent’s basic structure, while the embedded fairy lights seem to bless the happy couple with their mystic light. More white tables and golden chairs are crammed together in this space than really seems wise, especially given the early summer heat, but only the guests’ children (and Rin) seem to be complaining. There are several buffet tables off to the side, thankfully still with the food covered so as not to distract the guests, but the half-demon can tell even from where they sit at the back that there is some premium cuisine waiting.

It’s the first Western-style wedding he’s ever been to, and though beautiful, good lord it must have been expensive. If it weren’t for their mission, he’s pretty sure he’d never get the chance to experience something so fancy in his life.

Still, he looks back at Izumo, chuckling even through the disgruntled glare she sends him. “What?” She grits out.

“You really are nice, Eyebrows.”

She jabs him again in the same exact spot. “I told you to quit calling me that!”

The bruise he’s developing almost convinces him to listen to her, but it can’t be helped; both of them were dressed by Shura for the occasion, and Izumo, in that lace red dress carved with intricate designs, looks… unsettlingly nice. Like, pretty. Like a really pretty girl.

Rin finds it hard to look directly at her, much less call her by her first name. It’s a lot easier to deal with an angry, violent Izumo, so he lets his elementary school boy instincts take over. A strong urge to tug on her ponytail overtakes him, but one look reveals that her peppy new hairdo has exposed the nape of her neck, where a few locks of hair cling to her glistening skin—

He tears his eyes away, forcing himself to calm down. Ooh, that was dangerous, dangerous. At least he knows now that he’s not the only one suffering from the heat…

These thoughts seem to only be making him feel hotter, though, so he instead runs over the details of the mission again. A report came in that one of the many, many guests here (seriously, were there hundreds?!) is actually a demon. While his precise motivations are unknown, the report indicated that he had some great plan in the making that could bring harm to everyone there, and he had to be brought down before that could happen.

However, some quick reconnaissance revealed that the only time they’d be able to get to him would be at the reception, which meant they had to find and deal with him discreetly—a stealth mission, as Rin liked to call it. The size of their team also had to be minimal to avoid arousing suspicion, so Shura brought along Rin and Izumo, stating that she “couldn’t afford to take her eyes off Rin, and their cover would work better with one of the girls.”

He hadn’t really minded, though when he questioned later why she hadn’t considered Shiemi, Shura gave him that mischievous smile he feared and said, “I trust Izumo to keep a reaaaal close eye on ya.”

Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to the ominous feeling he got from her words… but considering how easily Shura had gotten them in, continuously weaving tales of her being a widower of a distant cousin, of Rin being her step-son (“That’s right, I’m a mother—oh thank you, I do look too young! Nyahaha~”), of Izumo being his betrothed since they were little and how she’s practically family already… He probably shouldn’t doubt her, no matter how embarrassed her lies made him.

“So beautiful…” Izumo whispers, catching his attention. Unfortunately for her, he cranes his head in the direction of her gaze before she can hide it. The blushing bride lies in that direction, smiling endlessly as she accepts congratulations and adulation.

Rin hums. “So you dream of that kind of thing too, huh?” It was intended as a simple question, more conversational than anything, but it sends his companion into complete silence. When he looks back to her, her eyes are distant and pained. He’s not sure why, but his instincts tell him that he messed up and needs to start panicking.

Thankfully, Shura picks that moment to swagger on up, playing the part of an indulgent partygoer almost too well. She stumbles and grabs onto the back of Izumo’s chair, feigning a moment of rest to lean down and mutter, “Possible target located. Go blend in on the dance floor and move on the code word ‘private’.” She’s off to the dance floor before either can react, already cozying up to a man who’s too interested to refuse.

Rin stands immediately, all too eager to put his energy to good use, and anxiously extends his hand to Izumo.

She contemplates it for a moment—he starts panicking because oh god, is it too sweaty, he should try to wipe it off, but she’s definitely already seen it and probably thinks he’s gross—before she takes it, standing with a grace that he never knew she had.

Right when they reach the dance floor, the music suddenly shifts, and—oh, god. Oh god, it’s a slow dance. Rin hears snickering and glares at Shura, who’s clearly aware of his dilemma and enjoying it immensely. He somehow just knows she set him up for this—but judging by the way she’s clinging to the target, it was probably for the sake of the mission, he realizes with a sigh. His mentor sure has a way of killing two birds with one stone…

Awkwardly clearing his throat too many times, he slowly shifts their hands and ghosts his other hand over Izumo’s waist. She rolls her eyes and pulls him much closer, planting both of his hands on her waist and linking her own hands behind his neck. She forces him to sway gently with her because Rin is frozen, his brain completely blue-screening, just a constant chant of oh god oh god too close pretty girl smell good.

“Have you got a clear lock on Miss Kirigakure?” she whispers, snapping him into a completely different sort of flustered. He robotically turns to check and realizes that Izumo had dragged him closer to eavesdrop, their pose mirroring every other couple around them. That knowledge helps him relax, his shoulders slumping in relief as he heaves a big sigh.

Fingers dig into the back of his neck and the pain reminds him to focus. “Owww— yes, we’re good!” he whisper-shouts. “But man, Eyebrows, you’re really good at these kinds of missions, huh?”

Although looking directly at her is still a challenge, it’s quite obvious that Izumo’s glaring at him as she ‘accidentally’ steps on his foot. “Whoops,” she deadpans. “Sorry, Satan Boy. Anyway, I don’t think it’s that I’m good at them so much as you’re extremely terrible.”

His eye twitches. The tip of her ponytail is right there, just dangling right by his fingertips… but his aching toes and side advise against it.

They sway in silence for a moment, listening in for the code word over the soothing lull of the music. A soft giggling alerts Rin to the fact that the bride and groom have joined in. They look at each other like there’s no one else in the world, like every clichéd fairytale and love song has come to life between them. It’s as inspiring as it is beautiful, and despite the odd circumstances that led to him being there, he wishes these two strangers every happiness in the world.

And hopes beyond hope that even the son of Satan can have that someday too.

“About what you said earlier…”

He looks down at Izumo and is surprised to see her staring at his chest, furrowing her brow and worrying her bottom lip. “I wasn’t really… allowed to think about something so happy for my future. Loving someone— trusting someone to that extent… It all seemed utterly impossible.”

When her eyes grow distant this time, he understands. The memories she relives aren’t just her own anymore. So when his grip on her reflexively tightens, drawing her nearer—it feels as though she’s sheltered from the world in his arms, his warmth a gentle, firm reminder that she’s not alone. Izumo looks up to him, feeling a wondrous sense of security and unrestrained joy, and a glorious smile blooms upon her lips.

“But thanks to you all… I have that freedom.”

Rin’s heart pounds violently in his chest.

All the things he’s been acutely trying to ignore flood his senses all at once: her face, usually sharp with hostility and anger, is soft and warm and mere inches from his own; a pretty red dusts her cheeks, matching her sparkling eyes, two priceless rubies; her slender waist, her silky hair… and god did she smell good.

Was Izumo always this beautiful? And—this beautiful girl in his arms, blushing so prettily just for him—was she maybe—

“—nyahaha~ maybe we should go somewhere private?”

The pair springs into action, leaving Rin’s arms noticeably bereft as they flank Shura and the target off the dance floor.

He tries sneaking peeks at Izumo, but her stony expression conveys single-minded focus on the mission—until he catches her peeking at him too. Her whole body jumps when they lock eyes, and even though she quickly whips her head away from him, he still watches in fascination as a furious red colors her skin, all the way from the tips of her ears down to her shoulders.

It sends a thrill through him, one that tells him to hurry up and finish this mission so he can figure out what the hell this—this—whatever this is, this potential between them is.

And when they round the corner and he catches one last glimpse of the newlyweds, he sends them another blessing, ironic as it may be coming from him. Because thanks to them, to people like them, to all of their loves—it gives kids like him and Izumo a chance to dream.

[shadowpalkia99]

Rizumo Week 2020

Day 1: Star Wars AU

Izumo sat down on the rocky ground of the seemingly uncolonized planet. It had been about 2 cycles since the fall of the Republic and it messed up her whole view of the world.

It all started when she met a boy about her age at the Jedi Temple named Rin. Surprisingly the hit it off quite well and became close friend though Izumo had to pull double duty as Rin's tutor in the force.

Unfortunately, those feelings of friendship turned into feelings of love for each other. Something that was frowned upon by the Jedi order.

Eventually they both became Padawans to different masters and due to the Clone Wars taking place during that time. The two were pratically on different ends of the Galaxy. Izumo was stationed on a desert planet tasked with protecting a settlement being under fire by Separatists while Rin was part of a troop hunting down any Separatist laboratories that were preforming inhumane experiments.

Rin and Izumo were reunited on Coruscant after a couple months on the battlefield and got to catching up, this lasted for an hour before a handful of Clone Troopers entered their room with the intent to gun them down.

The two borded a ship disguised as a freighter in order to smuggle any surviving Jedi out of Republic Imperial clutches.

The fact that the subordinates Izumo knew and fought along side with could just point a blaster at her and pull the trigger without any remorse shocked her.

"Hey! You okay?" Rin asked jogging up to his friend. Izumo shook her head in response, she was always a bit stubborn around anyone except Rin.

"I just need someone to give me comfort." She replied. Rin took the hint and put his arm around her back and rubbed it.

The two Jedi looked at each other and placed a kiss on the other's lips. "It's okay." Rin said. "They aren't gonna find us here".

The neglected to head back to their little home and decided to fall asleep with their backs next to a rock staring at the binary sunset.