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lo-55 · 3 years

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Beyond Dreams of Avarice

The first time Kisuke meets him, he’s barely a hundred years old, and Ichigo is a stranger with an ocean of power with two blades to his name. Which does not explain why he looks at Kisuke with a heart broken fondness, or why he always seems to return.

UraIchi Time Travel with a mild twist.

The first time Kisuke meets him, he’s barely reached his first century.

Kisuke is all skin, bones and ragged clothes he’d ripped off drying lines years before. There’s bruises peaking out from his torn left sleeve, in the distinct shape of finger prints, but his stomach doesn’t hurt with hunger so much from the prize he’d won at the cost of them. The bread had been dry and brick hard, but it was better than the nothing he’d had before.

The nothing he had now.

Kisuke can recall roughly ninety years, or what he thinks is ninety. Time tends to blur when he’s focused solely on the years of survival. He was a child when he first found himself in outer rukongai, newly dead with puppy fat rounding his cheeks and curiosity that nearly got him killed in his first decade.

Now he’s coming into adolescence, not yet big enough to be a gangly teenager but no longer small enough to be a child.

Kisuke is at a strange precipice when he finds the river. And the stranger who sits at her banks.

The river is not so remarkable that he would remember it later, besides as a source of water that is cleaner than most in these upper districts. There doesn’t look to be filth floating through it, or carnage from Zaraki tinting the waters red and pink.

Enough for him to remember the location of clean water. Not enough to really make an impression.

The man is.

He’s sitting by the water, a very young man with hair that burns like candle light in the broad day sun. His Yukata, a blue so dark it was nearly black, hung loosely on his body. Kisuke thought he might have been a shinigami. He had a sword at his side, and Kisuke could see a smaller dagger tucked into his clothes.

There’s something about this man that doesn’t belong here. Not a horrible wrongness, or a threat that would make Kisuke’s hair stand on end. It’s like seeing the moon in a daytime, pale in the blue sky, and knowing that that is not where it’s supposed to be.

It takes Kisuke a minute to realize he’s been caught staring.

Brown eyes. They should be plain, but they’re nearly fathomless, the darkness of the night somewhere within them. It feels like looking into a ravine and not knowing what waits at the bottom. A river? Stones? A bed of clover?

Kisuke takes a step back.

The half smile, tinged with sadness that crosses the man's face stops him in his tracks.

There’s not a lot of things that can stop Kisuke from running when he feels he must. He hasn’t lived this long by being stupid, or by being so stubborn that he won’t duck out when he’s outmatched.

It’s still, to this day, his curiosity that gets him in trouble. His mouth which always asks ‘why?’ and ‘how?’. Now he has a million questions and he doesn’t know how to ask a single one, just by looking at this man.

Why is he here? Who is he? Why does he carry a sword? Why is there also knife? Why does the air around him ripple like the street in the summer heat?

Why does he look at Kisuke with fondness?

No one does that.

Kisuke is just another skinny little shit from the rukongai. If anyone looks their way it only means trouble, as he knows all too well.

There’s nothing threatening about this man.

Even though he’s armed, even though Kisuke and physically see the power trying to leak out from his pores, nothing about him makes Kisuke want to run away and save his own skin.

Maybe that’s why.

Or maybe his curiosity, his want to know all there it, to pick things apart by their threads and drag the answers out of the seams of the world, finally overtakes his common sense.

He walks forwards. Towards the river.

The nearest settlement is a half days travel to the east. If anything happens, no one will hear him scream.

Not that they would help if they did.

“I was wondering if you were going to sit with me,” says the man, turning a smile of incomprehensible fondness towards Kisuke.

He tries to understand. He does.

But he can’t. The closest he’d ever known was the leering of older men when he strayed too far towards the redlight districts. This holds none of the oil-on-his-skin feeling, it does not make the threads in his chest stitch up and his fingers itch for a knife to drive between their ribs.

This is what Kisuke imagines friends look at eachother like.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words feel strange on his tongue. He does not know this man, but this man looks like he knows him. Had they met before and Kisuke couldn't recall? No, he would remember that flaming hair and the power that threatened to sear Kisuke when he came close enough. He stopped just shy of the heavy air that sunk around the stranger.

The smile grows sadder.

“No. I guess you don’t. I’m Ichigo.”

“Ichigo,” he turns the name over. It’s a girls name. He doesn’t say as much to the man with two blades and a blanket of power around him.

“How did you know I was there?” Kisuke asked then, those dangerous questions burning across his tongue. He waits, tense and ready to take a blow that doesn’t come. Ichigo’s eyes, plain brown compared to his brilliant hair, catch the tension in his shoulders and the hard lines in his legs. Ready to bolt, like a deer.

“I could feel your reitsu,” Ichigo says. “You have a lot of energy, you know. You could be a shinigami.”

“How can you ‘feel’ someone?” Kisuke frowns, trying to puzzle it out.

Ichigo shrugs. “I just do. I’m not sure how to explain it. It’s like…. Hearing, and smelling, and feeling something against your skin all at the same time.”

Ichigo’s head cocks and something pushes against Kisuke. A weight of some sort, the heavy press of darkness on summer nights. It’s not cold or oppressive or the fear of the dark.

Kisuke swallows thickly. The weight settles across his shoulders like a blanket.

It disappears after just a moment.

“Did you feel that?” Ichigo asks.

Kisuke can only nod mutely. His stomach tightens. The stale bread is gone and his limbs feel weak without the blanket of power pressing down on his bones.

“Good. That’s what I could sense with you.”

“You could not,” Kisuke snaps immediately, and bites his tongue as soon as the words are out of his mouth. He knows he doesn’t have as much power as Ichigo does, he knows because Ichigo looks like a wolf and he a rabbit at his side.

“Could so,” Ichigo says. It sounds so normal that Kisuke gapes at him. Ichigo cracks a faint smile.

“Not that much, no, but you have the potential to be powerful. It’s there. Trust me.”

“Trust is for fools, blinded by faith.”

He can’t fathom why that makes Ichigo look so terribly, horribly sad.

“Maybe.” Ichigo produces a loaf of flatbread from a handkerchief in his yukata. Without even seeming to think about it he breaks off a piece and hands it to Kisuke.

Kisuke freezes for all of a second before he snatches it from his hands.

(Sword calloused, long fingers, every single aspect of him speaks of power)

“We didn’t make any deal,” he says swiftly, before shoving the bread into his mouth. It was the softest thing he’d ever tasted, and it makes the hard brick he’s scrounged up earlier even worse.

“Nope.” Ichigo agrees. He turns his attention away from Kisuke to look out over the river while he eats. On anyone else Kisuke would be irritated by the fact that Ichigo thinks him so little a threat he’d turn his back on him. On Ichigo, it’s not an insult. Kisuke would turn his back on a butterfly too.

The wind changes, and Ichigo stands slowly. He brushes his dark clothes off and looked back at Kisuke over his shoulder.

“I’ll be seeing you.”

Kisuke watches his walk off into the shadows of the trees.

He’s not wrong. They will see eachother again.

Kisuke is nearly grown when he comes across Ichigo again.

He’s different now, Kisuke is, dressed in the uniform of the Shihoin clan, and the onmitsukido who serve them. The dark clothes cover every inch of his skin save his eyes, and a small flash of pale bangs. Shihoin Yoruichi, the princess herself, sees something in him. She beats him into the ground daily, tosses him into walls and laughs at him where he can’t keep up with her.

Yoruichi is a whirlwind and too casual for decency, but there is a wall between them that Kisuke can never let himself cross, that she won’t let him cross either, even though they’ve known each other for almost a century now. Flashes of smiles, teasing pokes on the cheek and slaps on the shoulder, but she is still a princess and he still-

Well.

Perhaps Kisuke is not so different as he imagined himself, for he strikes down hollows with instincts learned in the rukongai not in the Shihoin household, dodging and hitting weakpoints without the fluid control and perfect angles he’s expected to know.

His instructor would beat him bloody for it.

His instructor lays dead behind him, along with two thirds of the little group that he’d come with.

They’d been sent to Hueco Mundo, to hunt a particularly devious hollow, one that can multiply itself, and now he stand surrounded by a half a hundred copies, and more on the ground at his feet, while his fellows steadily fall.

Then the sky goes black.

The moon vanishes entirely, like a blanket had spread across the entire world. The white sands fade to grey and Kisuke and the hollow both freeze in their tracts as an ocean falls upon their shoulders.

It curls around Kisuke, familiar and flowing and it teases at the strings that hold his chest together. Benihime hums in his hand, shining red in the darkness. She is a riot of blood against the black of night.

Deeper red curls closer, visible to him now, and familiar too.

Kisuke follows the threads of energy to his left, where they lead to a flash of orange hair and a dark black overcoat that trails behind its owner.

It’s impossible to mistake those brown eyes.

“Ichigo.”

“Take a step to the left, would you?”

Kisuke complies, breathless and exhausted, but it fades into exhilerations when the black-red energy spikes past him. The hollows evaporate into nothingness, shards of energy that vanish, and Kisuke is left standing between two canyons in the sandy floor.

He’s the sole survivor now, and Ichigo grimaces when he steps over the bodies of Kisuke’s fallen comrades.

“I was late. Sorry about that.” The sword in his hand is dark and hollowed out, and he holds it as if it isn’t half as long as his body. Kisuke looks down at his fallen comrades. He didn’t know their names, they all operated in code, and he is too old now to have cared for them. Grief cuts deeper than swords, and Kisuke keeps both at arms length at all times.

“Where did you come from?” Kisuke asks, looking at Ichigo. A small creature, a six legged dog with a hollow mask, bounces at Ichigo’s heels and nips at the edges of his coat, as if Ichigo hadn’t just slaughtered fifty some-odd of it’s own kind in a blink. Ichigo doesn’t seem to notice, or mind the creatures presence.

“Here and there,” he says vaguely, waving his free hand. The hilt of the knife he’d had all those years ago sticks out of his overcoat.

“That’s not an answer,” Kisuke shouldn’t push the man that just saved his life, he knows that, and he treats Ichigo to a glare that even Yoruichi would chide him for but-

Kisuke is not afraid of this man.

(Is a man or a monster in human skin? He’d killed them all, his power is dark and heavy and it wraps around Kisuke like it had all those years ago, cool and warm equally somehow, like sunlight in winter)

Ichigo cocks half a smile and lays his sword across his back.

“You’d get bored if I gave you all the answers at once, you know. C’mon,” he taps the air beside him and it splits neatly into the gaping maw of a garganta. “I’ll take you back to the seireitei. Unless you’d like to stay here longer?” A fiery brow raises and Kisuke shakes his head.

“I should return.” He doesn’t tell Ichigo that he is tempted to accept that offer. He’s curious by his own nature, he still wants to unravel the threats of the world and find all their secrets, and that includes hollows and this desert that he has barely seen. But Kisuke had just suffered a brutal reminder that though he is one of the most promising trainees, and though the Shihoin heiress herself has taken a vested interest in his future he is still green, he is still young, and he cannot survive here on his how.

(Which begs the question, how does Ichigo? Does he? Or was he just in the right place at the right time? Only hollows live in hueco mundo)

“Are you a shinigami?” he asks when they step into the gap between worlds.

Ichigo doesn’t answer immediately. He makes a sound like he’s thinking very hard about what to say. The hollow dog is still at his heels, trotting amiably beside him. It’s the most docile creature Kisuke has ever seen.

“It’s complicated. Do you want me to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“I was a shinigami. And I will be again. But I’ve never been only that.”

It’s not an answer at all and Kisuke feels jittery in his skin. Ichigo has just handed him a riddle and challenged him to solve it, and the flash of a smile tossed over his shoulder says he knows exactly what he’s done. It’s gone a minute later. The smile come like spring rains, swift and gone a second later.

Ichigo still looks at him with that strange fondness, and it makes Kisuke’s stomach tighten again, but it's not hunger there this time.

They step out into the rukongai.

The river they’d met by rushes past.

“I’ll see you around, Kisuke.”

Kisuke watches Ichigo step back into the inky blackness of the garganta, and he knows now that it’s the truth. Even if Ichigo does not come to him, Kisuke will find a way to meet again. He wants to know Ichigo, and why Ichigo acts like he knows him too.

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The first time Kisuke meets Shiba Kaien he nearly has a heart attack.

He’s two paces behind Yoruichi, his head dipped up instead of dipped in a way that borders on insubordinate and they walk into the Shiba compound together. Kisuke has met Kukaku Shiba dozens of times, would even consider her to be a friend of sorts if he was pressed (as much as he has any friends, in any case) but those were all at Yoruichi’s behest. Now they come to call on her, the middle daughter of the clan head, with a rather official invitation to a party for all of the Great Clans and several of the smaller ones.

The paper the invitation is written on is thick, the ink sparkles like it was written in actual gold, and just one sheet is worth more than anything Kisuke has ever owned in his life.

He lays Benihime carefully on a rack of other zanpakutou when they enter, and walks behind Yoruichi unarmed. It wouldn't stop him from fighting, or killing, but let the Shiba think they had blunted his teeth.

Kukaku greets them in the courtyard, her wild hair tied back while she pours something that smells like blackpowder and pepper into a firework.

It’s not her who catches Kisuke’s attention though.

Sitting on the other side of the courtyard with their young brother, Ganju, and a sweet looking woman, is a familiar face.

The coloring is all wrong. Black hair instead of fiery orange, crystal blue eyes instead of calm brown, but the resemblance is unmistakable and impossible.

“Ah, little Kisuke,” Kukaku grins at him. “Are you admiring my big brother? And in front of his wife, no less!”

Kisuke startles out of whatever trance he’d fallen into, feels heat rush across his skin and wishes it wasn’t so stark a contrast.

“Forgive me,” he bowed, like he was supposed to, and it was no surprise when Kukaku slapped his shoulder.

“Forget it. All Shiba are too pretty for our own good, don’t you know?”

Kisuke offers her a helpless smile and resigns himself to the fact that Yoruichi is going to tease him for the rest of the decade about him.

“Do many look like your brother?” he asks, swallowing his pride and ignoring the way Kukaku howls with laughter at him.

Still, she humors him. “He’s got the main branch look, so yeah a good few of us.”

And that.

Can’t be right.

But it explains a lot.

Ichigo was a powerhouse, and the Shiba are known for it. He said he “was a shinigami. And will be one again.” So perhaps a Shiba sent out on some specialized assignment? Or a deserter from the main branch?

Even a bastard would explain quite a bit.

Yoruichi pokes Kisuke’s cheek suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts and he goes still lest he accidentally lash out at her.

“Awe, I think he’s got a crush. He sure looks like it.”

Kisuke ducks his head, sheepish and just a little stung when the pair of them laugh like its the cutest thing they’ve ever heard.

(Why wouldn’t it be? Kaien is the married heir to one of the greatest clans in their world, and Kisuke still had dirt under his nails and rukongai blood)

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#Bleach #bleach fanfiction #ichigo kurosaki #BAMF!Ichigo Kurosaki #yoruichi shihouin #Urahara Kisuke #bleach urahara #UraIchi #urahara x ichigo #time travel #hollow ichigo

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i-just-want-to-destroy · 2 years

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#bleach #archive #mangacap #kurosaki ichigo #he said im done fucking around bro.. gonna snap bro. gonna do some real cool bamf shounen shit rn bro #im serious bro dead serious im not fucking around bro

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johannepetereric · 3 years

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I just want Ichigo to have the reflexes to stop Rukia from hitting them, kinda like with Isshin. But for this, his body responds by locking Rukia in with acrobatics and suddenly they’re having a tumbleweed catfight on the floor. Of course, people who don’t know any better (*ahem* Isshin *ahem*) will walk in and take it the wrong way and I’ll keep that comedy for the funsies.

#StopAbusiveRukia

#ichigo kurosaki #isshin kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #not ichiruki #BAMF ichigo kurosaki #nonbinary ichigo kurosaki

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what-is-merlin-so-gay-for · 4 years

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YORUICHI IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS OMFG ID LITERALLY DIE FOR HER THANK U GOD FOR WOMEN LIKE HER AHHHHHHV

AHHHHHHVHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHES SO OMG

#bleach #yoruichi shihouin #ichigo kurosaki #a beautiful woman #id die for her #shes so pretty #and BADASS #SHES A BAMF #i love her so much and ive only known her for like five minutes #cats #she was a fuvkkng cat #and now?????#ahhhhhhh #mine

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world-of-fandom · 3 years

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Fanfic Recommendation

For those who know this, I don't need to explain why i recommend it but to those who are new, this is a time travel trope Bleach style. What i specially love about this one is that Ichigo travel to the very beginning and resolve mist of the problem along the way. it has been updated for a year now but I'm still hoping for it. os, dear author is you see this I hope you updated but bi pressure i still love this work as is.

#post of the day #fanfic recommendation #bleach #time travel #bamf!Kurosaki Ichigo

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cfran96-blog · 6 years

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Of Mama Bears and Overprotective Siblings Pt. 1

A/B/O Universe

GrimmIchi

It's on the winter of his first year in Mashiba Junior High that he presented. Normally one would go through an exam in elementary school and the results were given to the parents who chose the time to inform their child what classification they were. He hadn't been entirely surprised that his father forgot to mention it at all. Or he brushed it aside as if it didn't matter. Ichigo would have choked the idiot if it wasn't because it had already been done by his sisters.

Ichigo is an Omega.

Just like his mom is was-

His first heat had him losing a fight badly when the worse of the symptoms presented and was nearly robbed of something he had never realized was precious. It was because of their instincts. He started to resent that word. Instincts. Fate. It was all annoying to be chosen for something he didn't want, and that made his younger sister protect him when he as the older brother should be protecting her.

Yuzu was an Alpha.

It didn't cause any feelings like the ones he was warned of at the supplementary lessons he was given in Health Class. That in spite of being family if there was an Alpha in your family (like Oyaji wasn't irritating enough) in spite of blood relations being an Omega could make him see them as potential partners. That was disgusting enough to think about especially when his heats come once a month and his dad closes the Clinic to go off who knows where until its over. He tried bringing his sister along who nearly went off on him for trying. It was her instincts as Alpha.

They were protective rather than dominating.

It was also very, very rare.

Karin was a Beta, she didn't have to worry about heats and Yuzu's hasn't gotten hers, or at least his heat didn't cause hers to trigger. If she has gotten it, she certainly hasn't told him about it. And that was a nightmare to think about. His little sisters were growing up.

Ichigo becomes a Shinigami and later meets an Alpha named Grimmjow who hates him - he later finds out it's because the Arrancar didn't understand him - and tries to kill him 3 times. He doesn't tell Yuzu about it even though she's been on edge for the longest that he thinks she's going to snap soon. It has her practically bathing him in her scent and is hostile towards Rukia (the Shinigami he got his powers from and later saved because it was illegal to give human powers) who is a Beta. He tells her about Grimmjow though. It drew such an odd expression on her face and she tells him that he will get it eventually.

Ichigo wants to bear his neck yet he refuses to do it so easily. Besides, it's not like Grimmjow even would consider it.

Ichigo becomes an ordinary Human and he later yearns for an Alpha that may, or may not be dead.

He gets a heat that nearly lasts all month.

"Like clockwork" he mutters waking to tangled limbs and his face on caramel brown hair. Its of no surprise to find his sister in his bed after his heat as it has been a normal occurence the past 3 years. He feels groggy and exhausted, but the scent of Alpha is strong and he wants to stay there in bed over the calm he feels. Yuzu doesn't stir as he turns his head to look out the window and nearly screams in shock at a pair of blue eyes glaring menacingly at him.

Wait, no.

Yuzu

"Why are you scared?" his sister mumbles as she nuzzles his neck causing him to calm. It still didn't make the glare go away. "Hmm?" he freezes when her hackles raise and there's a snarl forming in her lips as she lifts her head to the window. "Alpha" she snarled that he is deciding that he's not hallucinating and that's really Grimmjow. Also, he feels very small. He was curling up to hide behind his covers as his heart pounded at the dominating sensation that washed over him.

"He's mine"

"Says who?

"My mark on his neck" Ichigo freezers as his hand shoots towards the back of his neck. It feels tender and sensitive, but not exactly painful. Yuzu pulls at the covers giving him a look that he tilts his head to show her and she makes a sound of surprise before she sniffs the room. There's shock and realization when she looks back at him alarmed.

"Onii-chan..." she begins carefully

"I don't remember" her eyes narrow and her pupils blow wide in rage "not like that!" Ichigo argues even though it was like that. "My heat...it's hazy" she pursed her lips as she was considering her options.

"If you hurt him, you're leaving" she warned as she yanked the window open "Ichigo" she looks at him worried now.

"I'll be fine"

It's be nice if he could actually believe that.

"Kurosaki" Grimmjow growled annoyed, he was grabbing him by the wrist to yank him off the bed and ripped off the sheets. Like they stinked. He wonders briefly if that was an Alpha thing, he's held tightly against the Arrancar who feels too hard against his much fragile skin and feels nervous about the gap in strength. "Tch" Yuzu has left the room, and he's dragged over to the mattress pressed towards the wall as the Arrancar drapes himself over him and Ichigo doesn't mind.

At least not until it becomes difficult to breathe.

#bleach #kurosaki ichigo #kurosaki yuzu #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bamf yuzu kurosaki #seriously #don't fuck with her

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grimmichi-ao3-feed · 4 months

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[New AO3 Fic!] Bruised Knuckles and Butterflies

by Beanmei

“Do you flirt with everyone, Mr. Jaegarjaquez?”

"Just Grimmjow, and no. Only the really pretty ones that save my day," Grimmjow says and dramatically bats his eyelashes as best as he can.

"Grimmjow then. Try to not need any more saving. The damsel in distress look only works one time before it turns pathetic."

Yakuza/Gang leader Grimmjow encounters a very handsome and kind stranger and, by chance, gets to meet Ichigo again. He will have to make a choice between pursuing a relationship with the ginger that draws him in and endangering him or walking away from it all.

Updates on Sundays!

Words: 2341, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kurosaki Isshin, Shawlong Koufang

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Comfort/Angst, Happy Ending, Soft Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, BAMF Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow is a Simp

Read it now on AO3!

#grimmichi #ao3-feed

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ao3feed-ichiruki · 9 months

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Soul Hunter

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tyBX7L1

by JollyGoth

After journeying to the Dark Continent, Gon lands in an unknown land called Karakura Town, a town on a strange island in the Dark Continent. Gon then learns about Soul Reapers, Arrancars and the deadly Wandenreich.

Words: 311, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Bleach Crossover Universe

Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter, Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku, Hitsugaya Toushirou, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Urahara Kisuke, Gon Freecs, Original Female Character(s), Juhabach | Yhwach, Ishida Uryuu, Meninas McAllon, Shaz Domino, Candice Catnipp

Relationships: Hitsugaya Toushirou & Matsumoto Rangiku, Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Gon Freecs/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Post-Chairman Election Arc (Hunter X Hunter), Thousand Year Blood War Arc (Bleach), Dark Continent Arc (Hunter X Hunter), BAMF Gon Freecs, BAMF Kurosaki Ichigo, BAMF Kuchiki Rukia, BAMF Rangiku Matsumoto, BAMF Women

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tyBX7L1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ichiruki

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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bleach Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo & Original Child Character, Urahara Kisuke & Original Child Character Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, Original Child Character(s), Kurosaki Mikan, Hogyoku Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Hogyoku Shenanigans, Post-Winter War (Bleach), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent Kurosaki Isshin, BAMF Kurosaki Ichigo, Protective Kurosaki Ichigo, Protective Urahara Kisuke, My Canon Now Kubo, Abandonment, Fluff and Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Depowered Kurosaki Ichigo Series: Part 1 of A Berry And A Baby Summary:

“Well kid,” Ichigo sighs as he brings one hand up to tap a finger gently against the baby’s pert little nose, “guess this means I’m your daddy now.”

Almost as if it can understand him, and hell it probably can, the baby grins up at Ichigo, rosebud mouth splitting wide in a gummy grin as those vibrant eyes almost glow.

Yeah, definitely not a normal baby by far.

But, regardless of all that, Ichigo can’t deny that a part of him, the part that’s been numb and dazed and aching for so long now, is almost excited.

He’s not alone now.

There’s someone here, pressed against his chest and held safely in his arms, that needs him.

Ichigo will handle anything else that might happen as it comes.

☕️BUY ME A COFFEE☕️ / PATREON

#A Berry And A Baby AU #Bleach #UraIchi

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chemicalunrest · 3 years

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Chapters: 1 / 4

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, and everyone else

Tags: Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Feels, Friendship, Wingfic, Wing Dysphoria, PTSD, UraIchi Week 2021, Ichigo eventually coming to Kisuke for help with his trauma like "You break it you bought it.", lots of parentheses because Ichigo buries his issues way down, to roughly the depth where you need an excavation team to safely extract them, Kisuke will be digging with bare hands and a prayer please wish him luck, Ichigo lowkey thinks Kisuke is the most BAMF going and he's not wrong

Summary:

Urahara Kisuke is a blade, the sharpest Ichigo has ever felt cut into his flesh. Ichigo was slashed by Zabimaru's cruel spikes, was stabbed clean through by Senbonzakura and nearly bled to death — yet for all that Urahara has so far only ever left surface wounds during training, Ichigo never feels more like he's facing his own death than he does when Urahara points a sword at him.

(Ichigo had been too caught up in becoming stronger to wonder about that, then. Too desperate to gain every drop of power he could to save Rukia, too hard-headed to pause for a moment, too young and brash to step back and think. To wonder why his instincts looked at Renji and Byakuya, who'd left him for dead, and howled for a fight; but looked at Urahara, who'd saved his life, and whispered, "Monster.")

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Bleaching Gotham Orange

by Arcady_Dacron Ichigo is traveling with Chad for his heavyweight tournaments and found themselves in Gotham. Enough said. Words: 6229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga), Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Kurosaki Ichigo, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Urahara Kisuke, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Doctor Fate, Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, Sado "Chad" Yasutora, Dick Grayson Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Sado "Chad" Yasutora Additional Tags: Female Kurosaki Ichigo, Bruce Wayne Being an Idiot, Bruce wanting to adopt an outlier?, One-Shot, I love BAMF anime characters in western stories?, No Beta, No beta readers but I will happily accepts if you want to, Minor Abarai Renji/Kuchiki Rukia via https://ift.tt/TnsRJwy

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lo-55 · 2 years

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Beyond Dreams of Avarice Ch. 5

UraIchi Time Travel with a mild twist

Benihime is lovely, and terrible.

Her dark hair falls like ink across her shoulders, what isn’t held up elegantly atop her head. Her lashes are long, and her expression is soft, but there is nothing soft in the sharp, glowing redness of her eyes. It matches the fine kimono, crimson edged in black and embroidered in gold. One of her hands is hidden by the long sleeve, and the other is bared, small and pale, where it holds a sword tightly.

Ichigo has never seen her before, but he doesn’t look overly surprised to find that part of Kisuke’s soul takes this form.

He eyes her, his brown eyes bright and curious. Warmth curls in Kisuke’s chest. It’s not often he gets to surprise Ichigo.

Kisuke only has that one minute to observe the way Ichigo reclines on a rock, like he isn’t face to face with a devil and the one she belongs to, before a sword swings hard at his face and he’s forced to block it with one of his own that he pulls from the ground.

A million other blades materialize around them, each hit wrapped in a different color, each blade a slightly different shape, each guard gold or silver or steel.

Kisuke jumps backwards, away from Benihime and her sweet smile and vicious teeth, and lashes out at her with a blast of Kido. He isn’t worried about Ichigo getting caught up in the blast. Why would he? Ichigo’s presence is still heavy, still an ocean waiting inside of human skin.

Kisuke can’t focus on Ichigo, when Benihime tears through the sword in his hand and cuts him down his chest.

He lunges and rolls, picks up a blade with a curved edge and twists to block her next attack. Blood-red energy roars around his ears and his hair flies wildly out of control.

Blade after blade shatters in his hands, and the first day goes by fruitlessly. He even tries the small knives that clutter one mountainside, but they still don’t hold up against the force behind Benihime’s attacks.

Kisuke has always known that his zanpakuto is powerful. He’s seen her rend through the flesh of hollows and humans alike.

She is destruction in the form of a single edge, she is blood red energy that sings through his body and burns the world around them.

She is the shield that guards him from damage.

And now all of that power is direct towards him instead of his enemies.

Kisuke isn’t afraid, not quite.

There’s some fear there, it’s true, but more than anything else he’s exhilarated.

There’s only a handful of people who can keep up with Kisuke in every single way. Yoruichi of course, and Tessai is powerful in his own way. His Kidou makes up for what he lacks physically.

And Ichigo, of course.

Ichigo could break him like a toothpick, if he really wanted to.

It should have been terrifying. But he’d never been afraid of Ichigo.

Benihime, however.

Benihime is his match in every single way.

Any plan he comes up with she counters. Any attack he makes she blocks. She is every terrifying thing about him, his every strength and his every weakness.

His only real way to combat her is with kido, and he can only get so far with that.

Still.

Ichigo is watching. And it is Ichigo that he does this for. For the sake of standing at his side as an equal, he’s pushed himself beyond what he would have done for even Yoruichi. All for a man who has never asked a single thing of him.

Kisuke bounces away from another sword strike and slaps the ground. An array of laid out kido lights up, glowing bright and vindictive, and pillars of red swirl around Benihime and converge to crush her.

They’re blasted away entirely. Benihime, a few strands of hair have fallen out of place, steps out of the swirling energy. She’s completely unharmed, and she looks mildly irritated.

Oh dear.

There’s been something strange happening in Hueco Mundo.

It’s not a normal type of strange. The realm of the hollows is a mysterious place and no one really understands how it works. Oh, shinigami think they do. It’s a desert full of demons, where their greatest enemies roam. It should be simple.

But Shusuke has spent enough time in it to know that it’s more complicated than that.

There are sections of it that aren’t pure desert. There is the forest made of menos, where his men avoid treading at all costs. There is a lake made entirely of black glass the spreads out further than three districts in the seireitei combined. There are even ruins of what used to be a real civilization there.

He’s seen all of it.

It’s part of his job, as a member of the patrol corps in the onmitsukido. Officially it is their responsibility to find insurgents or dissenters in the seireitei itself. And he does that. He’s good at it. But they keep tabs on hollow activity as well. Especially when that activity is uncommon.

And this.

This is.

It’s been years since any high-level hollow has exited Hueco Mundo. Which wouldn’t be enough to draw their attention all on it’s own, but coupled with the fact that they’ve been getting reports of hollows talking? Genuinely talking? Not just yelling and making death threats?

It’s got him on edge. It’s got all of them on edge, to the point that the princess is starting to come up a plan.

Shusuke doesn’t know the details. He’s not quite high ranking enough. But he knows that she’s been weighing the options of sending an expedition made up of onmitsukido and regular shinigami paired together.

It won’t end well.

They all know it’s going to be a suicide mission to gather this intel. And Shusuke can’t afford to die yet, he has too much to do. The Kasumioji are just starting to trust him a little bit more, and his heart still burns for justice.

But.

What else can they really do?

Hollow’s need to be kept track of and exterminated.

He just needs to make absolute certain that he comes back alive. No matter what it takes.

Benihime calls a halt to their training, and tosses the sword she had chosen aside haphazardly.

Then, before Kisuke’s very eyes, she waltz’s over to Ichigo an plants herself beside him on a rock, her posture perfect, everything about her elegant, everything about her dangerous.

Ichigo blinks at her a few times.

“Hello?” he sounds confused. His eyes dart to Kisuke, who can only shrug while his heart slowly sinks. Oh hell, what is she planning? Benihime is his very soul. She isn’t nice, she isn’t kind, or soft, or anything like that. She is vicious, vindictive, and she does nothing without a mind on what she can gain by doing it.

So why is she picking up Ichigo's hand and turning it over between hers?

“So, you’re the cause of so much turbulence,” her voice is low and melodic. Kisuke stiffens and started towards them, his whole body aching. It’s the only reason he can’t get there sooner.

“Ah. Yeah, I guess I am,” Ichigo looks sheepish, and apologetic. “Sorry. Would you guys rather I-”

“No!” Kisuke snapped, stumbling into Benihime’s side. She shoved him to sit down forcefully.

“I know you have more grace about you than that. Now sit, you sorry sap. I cannot believe I let you wield me,” she sniffed at them, and looked at Ichigo with critical, crimson eyes.

Ichigo meets her gaze unflinching.

“No,” Benihime said at last, to the unfinished question. “You, Ichigo Kurosaki, are chaos incarnate.”

Ichigo watched her disappear into the doll that she had come from with wide, puzzled eyes.

“I… think I’m gonna take that as a compliment?”

“I’m sorry,” Kisuke ran his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t think she would approach you.”

Ichigo, of course, waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. Really, Kisuke. She’s not going to tell me anything that will send me running.”

Kisuke looks dubious. He can’t help it. Ichigo knows him, and he knows who he works for but-

Ichigo has never seen Kisuke at his worst.

He’s never seen him at his cruelest, taking people apart piece by piece, drawing secrets out of them as easy as he draws the nails from their flesh. He’s never seen Kisuke with his thin knives dragging blood and truth. He’d never watched Kisuke rip into the soft flesh of other’s for a chance at dinner.

He’d seen him injured. He’d seen him in the after math of destruction. But devastation and carefully planned and executed carnage are utterly different and-

Ichigo thumps him solidly on his head.

“Stop looking like that. I’m not an idiot. I don’t like everything that you do, or everything that you’ve done, and I’m sure I’m not going to like everything that you do in the future. But in that same vein, I’m no innocent lamb. There’s blood on my hands as well.”

“After all, the only thing I’ve ever been good for is fighting.”

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