#( — .:｡✿*┆ her happy ending: ichihime ❀ ❞ )

[auburniivenus]

❛  you have no idea what you're doing to me.  ❜ [ 👀 ]

YOUR   ARMS   ARE   OPEN   WIDE.   Her   splendorous   form,   an   orchestra   of   opalescent   alabaster,   conveyed   the   subtle   vestiges   of   a   romantic   blush,   a   mere   suggestion   of   a   lover’s   clandestine   caress.   Each   hesitant   touch,   like   a   languorous   whisper   of   an   intimate   secret,   summoned   forth   an   enkindling   warmth   that   saturated   her   diaphanous   skin.   Auburn   filaments   cascaded   with   the   meticulous   splendor   of   molten   silk,   framing   shoulders   that   bespoke   the   poetry   of   fragile   appetite,   and   her   hues,   twin   pools   of   fervent   desire,   echoed   the   passion   that   transcended   the   perimeters   of   mere   mortal   contemplation.

Orihime’s   mellifluous   pronunciation,   a   siren’s   serenade,   assaulted   the   silence   with   a   serenity   that   obscured   the   tempest   within.   “Ichigo.”   She   breathed,   the   word   a   quivering   psaltery   of   fervor,   a   memorial   to   the   surging   tide   of   passion   that   swelled   within   her   bosom,   each   inhalation   reminiscent   of   tides   stirred   by   an   unstoppable   moon.

The   sanguine   flame   of   his   glance,   ABLAZE   with   an   ardor   that   paralleled   her   own,   met   her   eyes   in   a   dance   of   heated   communion.   Their   bodies   intertwined   in   a   divine   consummation,   a   fusion   that   at   last   granted   voice   to   their   once   unspoken   carnal   appetite.   Flesh   merged   into   flesh   with   a   primal   urgency,   as   if   in   that   entwining,   they   sought   to   erase   the   essential   notion   of   distance   that   had   kept   them   apart.   Gossamer   veils   of   her   garments,   now   thrown   away   like   temporal   constraints,   pooled   with   a   sophisticated   nonchalance   upon   the   polished   marble   floor.   The   discarded   remnants   of   silk   and   lace   seemed   to   trace   the   enigmatic   outlines   of   their   concupiscence,   an   ephemeral   ode   to   the   illicit   ballet   they   had   choreographed   upon   the   stage   of   PREDILECTION.

“My   soul   calls   for   you.”   She   uttered,   each   impassioned   word   a   cadence   that   echoed   through   the   dimly   lit   chamber.   Time,   a   willing   accomplice   in   the   theater   of   desire,   quieted   and   concurred   with   her   plea   for   surcease.   In   this   dreamscape,   they   surrendered   wholly   unto   each   other.   Boundaries   dissolved,   and   they   melded   beyond   the   confines   of   physical   notion,   two   souls   entangled   in   the   eternal   ballet   of   eternal   ecstasy.

[auburniivenus]

@orangeshinigami

Mermaid in the bathtub ❤

[auburniivenus]

"I was thinking... Maybe we could give Kazui a little brother or sister soon."

Kurosaki abode exuded an ambiance of exquisite warmth, wrapped in the tender embrace of subtle hues and opulent furnishings. An auburn maiden, enveloped in a blanket adorned with Oreos, languidly reclined upon the sofa. Her curvaceous silhouette seamlessly melded with the plush surroundings. Poised delicately on her bosom, a bowl of wasabi GELATO awaited her discerning palate, while her nimble digits traversed the tv channels, questing for the perfect cinematic companion to harmonize with her indulgent treat. The enigma of how she navigated the consumption of such peculiar delicacies, all while upholding the integrity of her iron-forged abdomen, befuddled the cognoscenti who traversed her acquaintance.

Meanwhile, Kazui, the bubbly spirit within the familial enclave, had embarked upon an academic odyssey to a companion’s domicile, entwined in pursuiting intellectual endeavors. She dealt with the oscillation of maternal trust, a dance performed upon the precipice of her offspring’s whereabouts. The burgeoning resonance of his SPIRITUAL power tugged at the threads of her apprehension. Yet, she elected to dispel those lugubrious musings, opting instead to luxuriate in the rare solitude given by an evening alone with her life consort.

“Come, let’s find something to watch.” Uttered, deftly carving a niche for him beside her. As Kurosaki settled in, she expected curling up on him. However, that transient moment remained elusive, as unforeseen utterances fractured the serenity. The container of frozen confection slipped from Orihime’s grasp, the dulcet remnants of its descent echoing in the chamber as the saccharine treat found its terrestrial demise.

Perplexity, an ephemeral specter, captured her countenance—seraphic and resplendent. “A-A sister... brother? Do you want another child?” Inquired, still bewildered, as she retrieved the fallen ice cream. Amber hues fixated upon her paramour, her beloved. The idea of another child blossoming inside her uterus, a testament to their love, crossed her mind. Her beautiful family could expand, couldn’t it? Kazui would surely embrace the idea of a sibling. “Did he tell you something about it?” Questioned, placing the container on the coffee table. “Who knows, maybe a girl this time?” Pondered aloud.

“A girl to honor my awesome mother-in-law by naming her Masaki.”

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

The ✨ Dragon Fairy Maiden ✨and the ☾Dark Moon Knight☽ (🍓IchiHime🍞)

Happy to say that I am part of the IchiHime & RenRuki AU week! Created by @serene-faerie! Please follow her!! Her account is amazing! So I'm starting this challenge with IchiHime for the Fantasy AU that takes place in a magical Fairy Realm!!! But Ichigo will be called Mugetsu based on his Final Form!!! My God, I love that form so much!!!!!! Our girl Orihime is called Rikka based on her powers!!! Ngl, I imagined that Ichigo's final form was from a previous life and Ichigo is his reincarnation. For Orihime, why not make the story fun. Fun fact: she was about to be drawn as a dragon by Tite Kubo as a final form, and the idea of that inspired me to write it!

*P.S. I noticed the characters they represent in the middle of the collage edit I made; they are on different and wrong sides, which I apologize. for! ON TO THE STORY!

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~Every soldier's swords from both sides clashed with each other as they fought. Screams from those men were heard throughout the whole war zone. They fought for their lives, families, and their kingdom.

From the Kingdom of Zangetsu, the legendary Dark Moon Knight Mugetsu bravely led his army into battle on his majestic white stallion, Shiro. Despite rumors of Shiro being cursed due to his skull-like markings, the horse proved to be a loyal companion. Mugetsu was not only a skilled warrior but also a source of inspiration for young knights, embodying the values of honor and resilience. His courage in battle and noble spirit motivated countless aspiring knights to follow in his remarkable footsteps.

He was a brave leader who rallied his men for battle. Every knight stood firm, ready to fight with unwavering loyalty. Though some fell too soon, they did so with honor, sacrificing their lives for the kingdom they loved. Their bravery would be remembered for generations to come.

Mugetsu held his black sword, Getsuga, to kill every enemy in his path. He reaches to the enemy's leader at last. Both of them stare at each other with fury before they charge each other with their swords and ride their trustworthy stallions.

Yet everything turned into a blur for both Mugetsu and the enemy after they slashed each other with their swords.

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Mugetsu opens his eyes slowly. He stares up at an unfamiliar ceiling before slowly sitting up and finding himself in a bed, though he isn't back home. He wasn't in his armor anymore and now was wearing dark grey pajamas.

"Where am I?" he wondered as he surveyed the room. The walls were decorated in cheerful pastels adorned with dark floral patterns. Blue curtains covered the window, allowing a beam of sunlight to filter through a small opening, casting a warm glow on the floor and adding to the room's inviting yet mysterious atmosphere.

'How did I even end up here?' Mugetsu thought to himself as he put his hand to his face and thought about how he ended up here.

He lay almost lifelessly on the ground, covered in his own blood, as he was surrounded by the dead bodies of his soldiers and even his enemies. The weak knight turns his head slowly to see a shining, bright, hooded figure approaching him before his vision blurs.

He gasped as he realized what had happened just before it all went down. The Dark Knight placed his hand on his chest, where he had been stabbed by the enemy.

To his shock, there was no bandage to be found and no sign of any wound. He glanced at his chest and confidently tugged down the neckline of his shirt to check for any signs of a scar.

But there was no scar.

"I...I...Impossible..." He breathed out, all shocked, and lets go of his shirt. "A-A-Am I dead?" He asked himself out of fear, thinking he was already dead.

"No. You are still alive. You are just in shock." Mugetsu turned his head in the direction where he heard an unfamiliar voice in the room he was staying in.

To his surprise, he sees a small male fairy with black wings on the edge of his bed who is sitting on top of the wooden bedframe. He gasped, shocked, as he saw the black-winged fairy.

"Oi, oi, oi! Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you. I was just about to, though, since I had to carry your injured self all the way back here." the black-winged fairy said, clearly annoyed. "Eh?" the Dark Knight replied, confused and surprised. It must have been quite a task for such a small fairy to carry a human.

"Forgive him, he's a pain in the ass sometimes." Mugetsu turns his head to see a small figure floating next to him. He gasped, surprised at what he was seeing. It was another fairy, but it was a female with pink hair that matched the color of her wings. "Heard that Lily." The dark-winged fairy said, all annoyed. Mugetsu stood there all surprised as he watched the two fairies argue.

"Tsubaki, Lily, enough now," Mugetsu heard a commanding voice as he turned toward the open bedroom door. There stood a breathtaking woman with long, golden-blonde hair fading into a blue ombre. Graceful blue dragon horns adorned her head, while her golden-brown eyes sparkled with warmth. She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that complemented her figure, paired with delicate blue fairy wings that shimmered beautifully. A small blue dragon tail peeked from beneath her dress, adding to her enchanting presence. The Dark Knight gazed at her, utterly captivated by her beauty.

The two fairies left the room to give them space. The beautiful woman looked at the Dark Knight in surprise, her face lighting up. "Ah! You’ve awakened!" she exclaimed, walking over to his side. "Thank goodness! I was so worried about you all night!" she added with relief.

Mugetsu again didn't say a word to the woman. He stood there still, all confused, looking at the bright smile on her beautiful face. Who was this woman, he thought. She was really beautiful, which he could think of.

"W-W-Where am I?" he asked, finally breaking the silence. "Ah, questioning seems to be the theme since you woke up. My home, of course." she replied kindly as she reached for a pitcher of water from his nightstand. "H-H-How long was I out?" he stammered."Just for a day," she answered, pouring the water into a glass cup on his nightstand.

Mugetsu stood there silent when the woman said that. A day? Impossible. His wounds could not possibly heal that quickly. It would take weeks and months for his wounds that almost cost him his life. He would of have bandages around his fresh wounds.

"W-W-W-What happened to my wounds?" He asked. "Ah. I should of know that question was gonna happen but you won't believe me...I healed you." The woman said confidently as she passed the cup of water to the confused knight.

Mugetsu accepts the cup of water from the woman. "H-H-H-H-How?" He muttered, all surprised. "It's my power." She answered. "Y-Y-Y-Your power?" Mugetsu muttered all surprised. "Yes, allow me to introduce myself." she said, her voice warm and welcoming. With a small, polite bow, she leaned slightly forward, her eyes shining with friendliness. "I'm Shun Rikka, but you can call me Rikka for short." She straightened up, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she regarded Mugetsu, eager to establish a connection.

"I'm M-M-M-M-Mugetsu." he stammered, looking down shyly. "Honored to meet you, Mugetsu-sama!" she replied, her eyes glowing with happiness. Mugetsu blushed, captivated by her warmth and beauty as he drank his cup of water.

"I will explain more in the kitchen. I need to finish preparing your meal. There's also a pair of clean clothes on the chair." Rikka smiled as she walked out of the room. Mugetsu sets his cup of water down on the nightstand. He stood up properly before grabbing the clothes that were neatly folded on top. Then, he changed out of the pajamas and into the clothes that Rikka had chosen for him.

He wore a fitted dark grey shirt, its untied collar casually framing his neck and highlighting the strong lines of his silhouette. The fabric hugged his torso, giving him a sleek appearance. Below, he paired the shirt with tailored black pants, which offered a striking contrast and enhanced the overall refined look. The trousers were crafted from a smooth material that draped elegantly, further emphasizing his polished style. At his waist, a black leather belt not only provided structure but also added a sophisticated touch, seamlessly tying the entire outfit together. Each element contributed to a cohesive and stylish ensemble that exuded confidence. Along with that came with a pair of black boots.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in the details of his new attire. The fabric was soft and well-tailored, draping nicely across his frame, yet it evoked memories of the simpler outfits he had worn back home. While these clothes carried a certain sophistication, they lacked the opulence typically associated with high-class families. The contrast left him feeling a mix of nostalgia and unfamiliarity as he pondered the journey that had brought him to this moment. He sighs before he steps out of his room and heads into the kitchen.

He walks through the hallways, and he is captivated by its impeccable cleanliness and organization. Every corner is tidy, and the pastel colors of the decor suited Rikka based on her personality. It reminds him of the room where he was staying, yet the abundance of lively hues and artistic accents brings a whole new level of charm that he finds both intriguing and refreshing.

As he steps into the kitchen, he spots Rikka standing there, a warm glow illuminating her features. She carefully sets a steaming bowl of rice porridge on the intricately carved wooden table, its glossy surface glinting in the light. Rikka glances up at the knight, momentarily captivated by his striking appearance in the finely tailored clothes. His outfit accentuates his strong frame and adds an air of nobility. After a brief moment of admiration, she shakes off her thoughts and breaks into a beaming smile. "Ah! They fit you perfectly!" she exclaims, genuine delight shining in her eyes.

Mugetsu smiles warmly and shyly says, "Thank you." before taking a seat at the polished wooden dining table. Sunlight filters through the window, casting gentle shadows. Rikka, sitting across from him, pours steaming tea from a delicate floral teapot into an elegant porcelain cup, filling the air with a soothing aroma. He thanks her before eating his meal.

"Delicious." he said warmly, a genuine smile spreading across his face after he finished his meal. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as she responded, "Ah! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!" Her voice was filled with warmth, reflecting her happiness. Mugetsu couldn't help but admire Rikka, the beautiful fairy, and her enchanting smile. It lit up the space around them, adding an extra layer of joy to the moment they shared.

"I don’t mean to ruin the mood, and I truly apologize for bringing it up, but I really need to know how you found me." Mugetsu said, his voice steady despite the underlying tension. He closed his eyes for a moment, replaying the events leading up to his unexpected encounter with Rikka. Memories of his earlier struggles flashed through his mind, each one more vivid than the last. Rikka stood in front of him, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern. She felt the weight of his question and knew she couldn't hide the truth any longer. The silence between them was heavy.

“As I wandered the other day, trying to clear my mind of the chaos swirling within, I stumbled upon a grim sight...the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers scattered across the ground. A chill ran down my spine as fear crept over me. Just when I thought I could bear no more, I spotted a knight nearby. His armor battered and bloodied, yet he was still clinging to life, gasping for breath. That knight was you. Seeing you in that state was unbearable. I felt a strong urge to help, to do whatever it took to bring you back from the brink. With determination, I rushed to your side, healed you quickly but you remained unconscious though. It was a difficult journey for Tsubaki to carry you back here, but I could not let you slip away. Now, as I look at you, alive and recovering, I can’t help but smile in relief. You’ve shown incredible resilience, and I am grateful to see you here, safe and well,” Rikka said softly, her eyes reflecting both concern and hope.

The Dark Knight stood still, staring in amazement at the fairy before him. Her delicate wings shimmered, and he could hardly believe she was his savior. He remembered her tireless efforts to bring him back to life, weaving magic and warmth around him. In that moment, a rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he felt his heart start to beat again. It wasn’t just her beauty that moved him, but her kindness and determination. This was more than a second chance; it was a profound bond forged in darkness.

"You were still a pain in the ass to carry here." Just then Tsubaki flies in and ruins the moment startling the two. Mugetsu was annoyed and almost jump off his seat. "Tsubaki! Don't do that!" Rikka scolded the dark winged fairy. "Saying the truth. You know how hard it was for us." Tsubaki said all annoyed.

Mugetsu stares at the fairy, all surprised when he says 'us'. What did he mean by us? More questions were coming to the Dark Knight's head.

"U-U-U-Us?" The Dark Knight stuttered out, still confused to Rikka. "Ah, my apologies. Tsubaki and the fairy who you met in your room named Lily aren't the only fairies in this house." Rikka said with a soft smile. "Everyone!! Please come out and meet our guest!" She called out for the other fairies that she assumed.

Suddenly, five vibrant fairies fluttered into the room, catching Mugetsu by surprise. Rikka smiled and said, "Let me introduce you to the rest, Ayame, Baigon, Hinagiku, Shun’ō, and of course, Lily, whom you just met along with Tsubaki!" Mugetsu looked on in awe at the enchanting group.

"Nice to meet you!" the five fairies chimed, bowing gracefully to the knight. "Ah... Nice to meet you all as well," Mugetsu replied, returning their gesture with a hint of surprise. Rikka smiled, pleased to see the connection between her fairies and the man she had saved. "Mugetsu-sama, would you like to join me for dinner at the village market?" she asked warmly. Mugetsu looked back at Rikka, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. After a brief pause, he smiled and said, "Y-Yeah, I would like that."

Rikka smiled brightly. "That's wonderful! Let me grab my shawl and basket from the barn to check on your horse." She stood up, placing the dishes in the sink, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room. Mugetsu blinked in surprise at her mention of his horse.

"M-M-My horse?" He asked, still surprised.

“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s fine,” Rikka said to the knight with a reassuring smile. As she washed the dishes, a sharp pain shot through her finger. “Ow!” she exclaimed, wincing at the minor cut she had accidentally caused while scrubbing the dishes.

Mugetsu stood frozen in shock for a moment before rushing to Rikka's side. The worried fairies quickly followed, surrounding her like protective guardians. "Are you alright?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice as he gently took her hand. He was alarmed to see a deep cut bleeding on her delicate palm, igniting a sense of urgency to help her.

"It's fine, don't worry." Rikka reassured Mugetsu, her voice calm and comforting. She offered a gentle smile that seemed to lighten the mood. Just when Mugetsu was about to respond, something unexpected happened. Rikka carefully hovered her hand over the small cut on her skin, the crimson stain still fresh.

To Mugetsu’s amazement, a radiant golden glow began to emanate from her hand, enveloping the wound in a soft luminescence. In an instant, the scratch started to close up as if time itself were rewinding. The blood that had marked her skin gradually faded away, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished once more. Mugetsu could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

It would have left a lasting scar, a constant reminder of the pain I endured, but miraculously, it was gone now, as if it had never existed.

Rikka looked up at the Dark Knight, astonished by his disbelief. Mugetsu began to grasp the extent of her abilities. "A-A-Amazing," he stammered, struggling to find his words. "Is this how you—" he started, but Rikka quickly interjected."Yes. I healed your wounds when I first found you. My main power is healing." As her words sank in, Mugetsu stood in silent awe, filled with gratitude and a newfound respect for the woman who had saved him.

They stare into each other's eyes in silence, both trying to process the emotional intensity of the moment that has just passed. The connection feels electric, as if time has momentarily frozen, allowing them to fully absorb the depth of their feelings.

"Get a room, you two!" Tsubaki shouted, interrupting the moment between Mugetsu and Rikka. They pulled apart, surprised by his sudden outburst. Mugetsu shot Tsubaki an annoyed look, even though he appreciated Tsubaki's earlier help."TSUBAKI!" Rikka exclaimed, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment. With a sigh, Tsubaki continued, "We have other work to do instead of acting like lovebirds who just met." The air shifted, reminding them of their priorities.

"Awww Tsubaki! Come on!! It was getting good!!" Lily argued. "Then you watch it when I'm not around!" Tsubaki argued. Rikka and Mugetsu stood there awkwardly at what they were watching. "Are they always like this?" Mugetsu asked. "Y-Y-Yes which I apologized." Rikka answered before sighing.

“Stop what you two are doing right now!!” Rikka commanded with her hands on her hips. “I’m heading into town fort onight's dinner's ingredients, so you two need to get the chores done around the house. ”The two fairies, their shimmering wings catching the light, exchanged nervous glances, instantly stepping back. "S-S-S-Sorry, Rikka." they mumbled, a hint of regret in their voices. Noticing their worry, Rikka smiled warmly, easing the tension. “It’s okay. Just remember to tidy up before I return.”

The fairies dispersed to carry out their tasks as Rikka had instructed. Mugetsu stood in awe, impressed by her confident command. "Shall we then?" Rikka asked, her voice steady."Y-Y-Y-Yeah." Mugetsu stammered, his admiration evident. Rikka smiled and headed toward the front door.

She carefully slips her feet into a pair of soft, cream-colored ballet flats, the gentle leather conforming comfortably to her soles. After a moment of contemplation, she picks up a flowing blue shawl, its fabric silky against her skin, and drapes it gracefully around her shoulders, the color contrasting beautifully with her outfit.

Turning to Mugetsu, she hands him a black cloak, its fabric thick and warm, in case he feels chilly. He smiles appreciatively, offering a soft "thank you" as he drapes the cloak over his shoulders, its weight providing a sense of comfort.

With a gentlemanly gesture, he opens the front door for Rikka, ensuring that she steps outside first, embodying the classic notion of chivalry. She acknowledges his kindness with a warm smile and a sincere “thank you” as she steps outside, greeted by the fresh air.

Mugetsu follows closely behind, lingering for a brief moment at the threshold before gently closing the door, sealing the warmth of their home behind him as they step into the world beyond.

He stood in awe, marveling at the vibrant green grass and colorful spring flowers swaying in the soft breeze. Above, the clear blue sky, partly veiled by wispy clouds and leafy tree canopies, created a serene backdrop in the warm sunlight.

As he absorbed the idyllic scene, a haunting memory surfaced—a once-thriving field now reduced to charred remnants, scorched by relentless bombs and fires. The skies had been overcast, heavy with ominous clouds that obscured any hint of blue.

The sweet chirping of birds filled his ears, a soothing contrast to the war cries of dark days past. In this vibrant moment, he felt immense gratitude and peace, as if the world was healing with each note of nature’s song.

"Mugetsu-sama!" The familiar voice jolts him back to reality. He turns to see Rikka standing at the rustic entryway of a charming little farm, sunlight highlighting her warm smile. Her brown hair dances gently in the breeze, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Are you coming?" she asks playfully, tilting her head slightly. Caught off guard, Mugetsu stammers, "Ah, y-y-yes!" A rush of adrenaline fills him as he brushes off the remnants of his daydream as he quickly walks to the farm.

As he stepped into the dimly lit barn, the rich scent of hay and the faint sounds of rustling filled the air. His gaze immediately landed on a familiar sight: a striking white horse standing in the stables, its mane glistening like fresh snow. The horse lifted its head, ears perked up, and let out a joyful neigh, instantly recognizing the Dark Knight. "Shiro!" Mugetsu exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face. The Dark Knight walked over, his heart swelling with happiness as he approached his loyal companion. The horse stepped forward, nuzzling Mugetsu gently with its nose as if sharing in the joy of their reunion. It was a moment filled with warmth, and Mugetsu felt a profound sense of relief to see Shiro alive and well.

Rikka smiled as she watched the touching reunion between the man she had rescued and his devoted companion. "He refused to leave your side when I found you," she said. "Though he had minor injuries, I managed to heal him. I didn't want to overwork him by making him carry you." As she approached the Dark Knight and his horse, Shiro, she gently stroked the creature’s sleek mane. The horse nuzzled her hand, clearly happy to be reunited with his master.

Mugetsu watched with a smile as Rikka interacted with his horse, Shiro. “He’s quite the mysterious fellow with those striking skull-like markings on his coat, but I assure you, he’s really sweet.” she said, gently stroking his mane and offering him fresh hay. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as Shiro munched contentedly, clearly enjoying her attention. “Of course, he’s a true gentleman at heart.” Mugetsu added playfully, allowing a teasing tone to creep into his voice. Rikka chuckled at his remark, the sound light and infectious.

Suddenly, Shiro leaned in and playfully nudged Mugetsu with his nose, clearly craving some affection of his own. “Oi, oi, oi! I’m just kidding!” Mugetsu exclaimed, feigning annoyance as he pushed the horse away gently. The warm bond between them was unmistakable, filled with moments of playful banter and genuine affection that underscored the deep connection they shared.

Rikka laughed at their playful interaction, her joyous voice filling the room. Mugetsu felt his cheeks flush red, shifting uncomfortably under the curious glances around him.“Oh, don’t be shy! You two have such a sweet friendship.” Rikka encouraged, smiling warmly. Mugetsu stammered, "A-A-Ah, yeah." his voice barely a whisper. His gaze fell on a black sword propped against the wall, its dull blade sparking vivid memories of a fierce battle where he nearly lost his life.

“What is it?” Rikka inquired, curiosity lighting up her eyes as she turned her head to see what had caught Mugetsu's attention. She soon realized he was fixated on his sword, lying nearby. With a determined stride, Mugetsu approached his weapon, feeling a surge of relief wash over him as he picked it up. He unsheathed the blade, inspecting it closely; it gleamed brightly, free from the remnants of the battle and his enemy’s blood.

“Ah, your sword.” Rikka said, her voice gentle and understanding. “I noticed you were still clutching it. I figured you wanted to hold onto it, just in case something went wrong.” Mugetsu's heart warmed at her thoughtfulness, recognizing the kindness behind her words. He couldn’t help but smile softly as he returned the weapon to its sheath. “Thank you.” he said appreciatively, securing the sword back to his side. The bond between them felt a little deeper in that moment, forged in their shared experience and unspoken understanding.

The two companions stepped out of the dimly lit barn, the warm sunlight washing over them as they made their way toward the village’s bustling heart. Rikka glanced sideways at her enigmatic companion, her curiosity piqued. "May I ask, Mugetsu-sama, where did you come from?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest in getting to know the Dark Knight standing beside her. "Zangetsu. It’s a remarkable land, filled with lush landscapes and a rich history." Mugetsu replied, a hint of nostalgia brightening his otherwise stoic demeanor. "I’ve heard that Zangetsu is famed for producing exceptionally skilled knights." Rikka remarked, her eyes shining with excitement at the thought.

"Yeah." Mugetsu said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, reflecting a hint of pride. "I presume you are a knight as well?" Rikka asked, her interest deepening as she noticed the way he carried himself with an air of authority. "Y-y-yeah. I was one of the captains." Mugetsu confessed, his shyness evident as he glanced away, his cheeks warming under her attentive gaze. "Ah, amazing!" Rikka exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "You must be more skilled than most! I can only imagine the tales of bravery you could share!" Mugetsu felt a rush of warmth, blushing at Rikka's kind words. Her genuine admiration stirred something within him, making the weight of his past feel lighter as they walked side by side.

“How long have you lived here?” Mugetsu asked, glancing at the Dragon Fairy Maiden beside him, her shimmering wings fluttering in the breeze. “I’ve been here since I was born,” Rikka replied, her eyes reflecting nostalgia. “My mother raised me in this cabin and taught me about the forest and its magic. She passed away a few years ago, but I learned to care for myself.” Mugetsu's heart ached for her. Living alone in the beauty of the woods must be isolating. Though she had her fairies as companions, he knew that even their presence couldn’t replace the void left by her mother. Loneliness can be heavy, even with friends around.

"Rikka..." Mugetsu finally broke the heavy silence that hung between them. Rikka turned her gaze toward him, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Taking a deep breath, Mugetsu continued, "I have nowhere to go and no family to stay with." The weight of his words sank in as memories of his parents flooded back—images of laughter and warmth now overshadowed by their absence. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Since you saved me... I would be more than happy to help you around your home as a way to show my respect and gratitude." His voice wavered slightly, revealing the shyness that often held him back. He fidgeted with his hands, acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt in that moment. The last thing he wanted was to make things even more awkward between them, but he couldn't shake the hope that this could lead to a new beginning.

Rikka felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks in response to his playful comment. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she smiled and replied, "That would be absolutely wonderful! I could really use a helping hand around the house. And Mugetsu-sama, you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like. I’ve genuinely started to enjoy your company."

Mugetsu stood momentarily in awe, his heart swelling at her kind words. A soft smile crept across his face, reflecting his appreciation for her openness. With a renewed sense of companionship, they continued their journey to the village, laughter and conversation flowing easily between them as they embraced the joy of the day ahead. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After that pivotal day, Mugetsu settled into a new life alongside Rikka, a change that brought joy to both of them. With a strong and capable presence, Mugetsu quickly became an indispensable part of Rikka's household. He took it upon himself to gather firewood, expertly splitting logs with a practiced hand, ensuring their cozy home was always warm and inviting. Beyond that, he helped with various chores around the house, lifting heavy items with ease and making daily tasks far less burdensome for Rikka.

Embracing his role in the village, Mugetsu secured a position training the next generation of knights. His patience and dedication shone through as he taught the eager children, who idolized him. His reputation quickly spread, and he became a beloved fixture in the village, admired not only for his physical prowess but also for his kind heart and unwavering work ethic.

Gossip among the villagers buzzed with admiration, especially among the women, who would weave tales of how fortunate Rikka was to have such a handsome, noble man in her life. Each time the villagers spoke of it, Rikka would feel a warm flush of happiness, her cheeks turning rosy as a shy smile graced her lips.

Meanwhile, Rikka poured her heart into her work at the village's local bakery. Her passion for baking was evident in every loaf she crafted, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the streets, drawing villagers to her storefront. Everyone agreed that her bread was simply the best, a delightful treat that brought comfort and joy. As Rikka kneaded dough and shaped pastries, she often thought of Mugetsu, her heart swelling with affection as she realized how intertwined their lives had become.

Mugetsu stands at the edge of the training grounds, watching the younglings practice their swordsmanship. Their determination reminds him of his own childhood, filled with sweat, laughter, and adventure. As he listens to village men share stories around a bonfire, he feels pride swelling within him. They speak of his life with Rikka, The village is known for its beauty and a woman who has a radiant smile and a kind heart. He thinks back on their journey, from their chance meeting to the strong bond they have formed. He values their shared laughter and the support they gave each other during both happy and tough times. He is grateful for the path that brought them together.

As they spend more time together, both begin to realize their true feelings for each other. Despite living together, they struggle to express these emotions. Instead of the typical awkwardness of young love, their interactions are marked by subtle glances and shared laughter, highlighting a deeper bond. However, the fear of vulnerability keeps them from fully opening up, leaving them longing for a conversation that could bring them closer.

As they enjoyed dinner, Rikka excitedly mentioned an upcoming village festival. “I heard about it at the bakery where I work!” she said, her eyes shining. Mugetsu looked intrigued. “A festival? What kind?” “It’s the New Moon Festival.” Rikka explained. “It happens whenever there's a New Moon, and the village comes alive! Everyone gathers for activities, games, and to admire the stars. It’s a beautiful sight when the moon is hidden.” With a widening smile, she added, “Families share stories, dance, and enjoy delicious food. It really brings the community together, and I can't wait for it!”

Mugetsu observes the bright expression of excitement on her face as she talks about the upcoming festival. The thought of joining her fills him with joy; he can already envision the wonderful evening they will share together, filled with laughter and celebration. He relishes the sight of her smile, which lights up his day, and he is determined to keep that smile alive, even when they are apart. In his mind, every moment spent with her is precious, and the idea of seeing her happiness fade away at any point is something he cannot bear. He looks forward to making unforgettable memories that will help her smile shine even brighter.

With a warm smile, Mugetsu said, "It sounds like a fun event that I definitely don’t want to miss. I really don’t see any reason why not to participate." He then picked up his cup, cradling the warm ceramic in his hands. Rikka's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned closer and exclaimed, "Really?! You’ll come?" "Absolutely." Mugetsu replied, his tone enthusiastic. "I haven't had the chance to attend one of these in quite a while, and I'm eager to be a part of this one." He took a thoughtful sip of his drink, savoring the flavor, while Rikka practically bounced in her seat, unable to contain her joy. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure delight. The sight of the Dragon Fairy Maiden's excitement brought a genuine smile to Mugetsu's face, warming his heart even more.

As they finished their dinner and carefully cleaned the dishes together, Rikka turned to Mugetsu-sama with a thoughtful expression. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to call it a night early. I need to tailor my dress for the upcoming festival,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she imagined the event. The Dark Knight smiled warmly at her eagerness. “That’s perfectly fine with me,” he replied before saying, “I also need to head out soon as well. I have to feed Shiro before it gets too late.” Rikka nodded appreciatively, grateful for his understanding. The two shared a moment of comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company in the cozy atmosphere of the dimly lit room.

After a brief exchange of smiles, they both said goodnight, feeling a warmth in their hearts as they prepared to part ways for the night, each with their own tasks ahead but looking forward to the festival that awaited them.

Mugetsu stepped outside into the cool evening air, the sky above painted with shades of deep blue and scattered stars twinkling faintly. The peaceful sounds of the night surrounded him as he made his way toward the barn. As he entered, the familiar scent of hay and horses enveloped him, bringing a comforting warmth to the atmosphere. In the stable, he found Shiro, his loyal companion, a striking white horse whose coat shimmered softly in the dim light. Shiro let out a cheerful neigh upon seeing Mugetsu, his ears perking up in excitement.

With a smile, Mugetsu approached, the worries of the day melting away. “Hey, Shiro,” he greeted gently, reaching out to stroke the horse's neck. The connection between them was immediate, enhanced by the tranquility of the night. He then reached into a small, weathered sack he carried and carefully poured slices of fresh apples and crunchy carrots into Shiro's bowl. The horse eagerly leaned in, munching on the treats, his eyes sparkling with delight. The sounds of chewing filled the peaceful barn, a reminder of the special bond they shared as night enveloped the world around them.

Mugetsu found himself drifting into his thoughts, his gaze wandering somewhere distant. Memories of Rikka filled his mind, bringing a soft smile to his lips. He recalled the warmth of her smile, the way it lit up her beautiful face and the gentle kindness that infused her every action. While other women admired him for his striking appearance and formidable strength, Rikka appreciated him for who he truly was. She wasn’t captivated by superficial traits instead, she had a unique charm that drew him in, characterized by her compassion and hardworking nature. He thought of her tireless dedication and how she poured her heart into everything she did, making her not just attractive, but truly remarkable in his eyes.

Shiro nudges the Dark Knight's arm with his nose to grab his attention. Mugetsu looks at him, confused and a bit annoyed. “What do you want?” he asks. The horse neighs knowingly, hinting that Mugetsu should address what’s on his mind. “Oh, be quiet. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mugetsu retorts, crossing his arms. Shiro responds with another neigh, reminding him that he needs to share his thoughts eventually.“I’ll get to it. I promise,” Mugetsu replies softly, turning away, the weight of his unspoken feelings hanging heavily in the air.

In the cozy confines of Rikka's room, bright strands of fabric strewn across her workspace reflected the warmth of her excitement. She hummed a cheerful tune, her fingers deftly guiding the needle and thread as she crafted a beautiful dress, aided by the tiny, shimmering fairies fluttering around her. Each flick of their wings filled the air with a sprinkle of magic, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The upcoming festival loomed large in her mind, and her thoughts often drifted to Mugetsu, the special friend she eagerly anticipated spending the day with.“Rikka, when are you going to tell him?” Tsubaki asked, breaking Rikka’s concentration. She abruptly halted her sewing, caught off guard and feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “U-U-Uh, well…” she stammered, her heart racing at the thought of revealing her feelings.“You really should tell him,” Lily chimed in, offering a gentle smile. “You two have built such a strong bond of trust ever since you first met. It’s about time you let him know how you feel.” Rikka bit her lip, considering her friends' encouragement, with her mind swirling with a mix of excitement and nerves about what lay ahead.

As she reflects on her thoughts, Mugetsu's image surfaces vividly in her mind. He was not only handsome, with his warm smile and compelling presence, but also incredibly generous and hardworking. In contrast to the other men in her village, who were often more captivated by her beauty than by her genuine qualities, Mugetsu saw her kindness and diligence as what they truly were. He appreciated her for her strength and resilience, which made her feel valued in a way she hadn't experienced before. Being around him brought her a sense of joy and comfort. The moment she discovered him and nursed him back to health, something inexplicable ignited within her. It was as if a hidden part of her had awakened, one that had long been dormant. Their first encounter was etched in her memory, filled with a certain magic that left a lasting impression on her heart.

Rikka took a stroll outside, enveloped in her warm cloak to ward off the chill. Having just returned from visiting her mother's grave to honor her birthday, she felt a mix of sorrow and comfort. The fairies fluttered around her, their presence a reminder that she was not alone. They had been her loyal companions since childhood, and she had loved her mother, a kind and beautiful woman who had touched many hearts. As Rikka walked, memories of her mother filled her mind, providing a sense of connection amid her grief.

In an instant, Rikka's breath catches in her throat as a striking white stallion gallops into view, its face adorned with eerie skull-like markings that seem to shimmer in the light. She instinctively takes a cautious step back, her heart racing with uncertainty. Sensing the potential threat, her loyal fairies flutter around her, weaving their magic to create a shimmering shield of protection. Rikka's eyes remain fixed on the enigmatic horse, aware that its presence could bring danger, and she prepares herself for whatever may come next.

But then she locked eyes with the horse, and instead of anger, she found fear and desperation in its gaze. Rikka's heart raced as she lowered her shield, shocking the fairies around her."Rikka! What are you doing?!" Shun'o exclaimed, worry etched on his face."Stay back. I know what I'm doing," Rikka replied, her voice steady as she stepped closer to the terrified creature, sensing its urgent need for help.

Rikka extended her hand slowly, inviting the mysterious horse. Its sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight as it cautiously approached, large eyes filled with curiosity. With a mix of excitement and calm, Rikka gently touched its forehead.

A soft smile spread across Rikka's face as she began to caress the horse’s mane, her fingers gliding through the silky strands. The horse seemed to relax under her touch, arching its neck slightly as if savoring the connection. In the background, the fairies hovered, their tiny wings shimmering like prisms in the light, their expressions filled with astonishment at the gentle bond unfolding between Rikka and the majestic beast. They had never witnessed such a harmonious meeting, enchanted by the trust that blossomed in that serene moment.

The horse tilted his head, signaling Rikka to follow him. Trusting his instincts, she hurried after him as he trotted briskly down the path. The fairies trailed behind her, their shimmering wings fluttering around her. Rikka focused on keeping pace, her heart racing with excitement as she felt the urgency of their journey.

To her astonishment, he guided her to a scorched battleground, a desolate landscape where the remains of countless soldiers lay strewn across the charred earth. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and a profound silence enveloped the scene, amplifying the gravity of the moment. Rikka stood frozen in disbelief, her heart racing as she took in the unimaginable sight, while the fairies, usually vibrant and lively, mirrored her shock with wide eyes and hushed whispers.“Rikka, are you absolutely sure about this horse?” Tsubaki murmured cautiously, her voice barely rising above the somber atmosphere. Rikka shot her a brief, sharp look, urging her to keep quiet. “Is there someone you know still alive out here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she scanned the horizon, hoping to find a glimmer of life amidst the devastation. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the loss that surrounded them.

The horse gently guides Rikka through a haunting landscape strewn with the lifeless bodies of fallen warriors. Each step she takes feels heavier as her heart breaks over the devastating scene. Suddenly, the horse lets out a startled neigh, indicating that it has found its owner. Rikka’s eyes follow the sound, and she spots an armored man covered in blood lying amidst the chaos. His long black hair flows like a dark river, and despite the surrounding carnage, he still clings to life.

Rikka’s eyes widened in shock as she realized the severity of the situation. Without hesitation, she dashed over to the fallen man, her heart pounding in her chest. Kneeling beside him on the cold ground, she carefully unbuckled and removed his armor, revealing the deep, ragged wound on his chest that was seeping blood. With determination, she placed her hands over the injury, her fingers trembling slightly. "Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice laced with urgency. "You’re going to be okay." As she spoke, she concentrated, drawing upon her magic to form a radiant golden glow around him. The light glimmered brightly, enveloping his body as it began to mend the fatal wound, its warmth radiating and fighting against the darkness threatening to consume him. Rikka’s heart surged with hope as she poured all her strength into the healing, refusing to give up on him.

The dark-haired knight let out a faint cough, confirming he was alive, though still unconscious. Rikka felt a rush of relief as the horse beside her shifted, sensing the significance of the moment.The fairies stood in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity.“Tsubaki, Shun'o, Baigon, and Hinagiku, I need your strength to carry him back to the house.” Rikka instructed urgently.“HUH?!” Tsubaki exclaimed, surprised by the request. The others exchanged glances, a smile forming as they eagerly prepared to help Rikka.

The highly anticipated day of the festival finally arrives, buzzing with excitement as Mugetsu and Rikka join the villagers in setting up the vibrant decorations and stalls. The air is filled with laughter and the scent of delicious food as they work diligently, wrapping colorful streamers around the trees and arranging handmade crafts for display. Once their tasks are complete, they manage to finish early, allowing themselves some well-deserved time to prepare for the evening’s festivities.

As dusk approaches, Mugetsu steps out of his room, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. He dons a carefully chosen outfit that reflects his personality and style. His tailored black pants, which hug his frame perfectly, feature elegant dark silver trim that catches the fading light. On his feet, he wears sturdy black leather boots, polished to a shine, ready for the evening’s activities. His top is a dark grayish-blue collared shirt neatly tucked into his pants, exuding a sense of sophistication. Over it, he sports a tailored black vest that adds a touch of refinement to his ensemble. To complete the look, he has pinned a striking teal lily to his vest, its vibrant color standing out beautifully against the dark fabric, adding a subtle yet eye-catching detail to his attire.

"Rikka! Are you ready?" the Dark Knight called out to the dragon fairy. "Coming!" Rikka shouted from her room. She stepped out of the bedroom, drawing Mugetsu’s gaze as he marveled at her stunning appearance. Her golden locks cascaded in loose waves, with half of her hair pulled into a small ponytail, while a crown of teal and turquoise flowers adorned her head. She wore a beautiful white dress with off-the-shoulder, long puffy sleeves, and a flowing skirt. A turquoise floral corset hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Completing her look was a pair of wooden sandals embellished with white flowers, perfectly matching her outfit. Her makeup featured a mesmerizing shimmer of blue sparkle dusted across her eyelids, capturing the light and enhancing the vibrant aura she exuded.

Mugetsu admired how it beautifully complemented her mood, accentuating the ethereal quality of her appearance. With her delicate wings unfurled and her striking tail gracefully trailing behind her, she resembled a goddess who had just descended from a dream, embodying an enchanting blend of grace and allure. The entire scene was like a captivating fantasy come to life. Rikka gazes at him in awe, captivated by his striking features and confident demeanor. His well-defined jawline and perfectly styled hair give him an air of elegance. With piercing eyes that seem to hold countless stories, he radiates a charm and nobility that reminds her of a dashing prince straight out of a beloved fairy tale.

"Rikka, you look absolutely gorgeous," Mugetsu remarked, a warm smile spreading across his face as he finally broke the lingering silence that hung in the air. Her heart fluttered at the compliment, and she couldn’t help but light up, striking a playful pose and spinning gracefully to showcase her stunning outfit for the Dark Knight. The fabric of her dress flowed elegantly around her, catching the light as she twirled.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and mischief. “Really,” Mugetsu confirmed, his smile broadening with sincerity, eliciting a soft, delighted chuckle from Rikka. It was a moment of lightness that filled the space between them, warming the atmosphere with camaraderie.

“You look like a prince yourself.” she teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully. Mugetsu shrugged slightly, his cheeks tinted with a light blush as he chuckled shyly in response. “Thank you.” he said, the genuine appreciation in his voice evident. The banter continued, weaving them closer together in that fleeting moment, both enjoying the simple joy of each other's company.

"Enough with the flirting; let’s get to the festival!" Tsubaki’s comment annoyed Mugetsu and embarrassed Rikka. Lily shouted at Tsubaki to be quiet, sparking an argument between them. Mugetsu sighed, exhausted from the chaos, while Rikka awkwardly laughed before urging her friends to settle down so they could finally head to the festival.

“Shall we?” Mugetsu asked, a charming smile playing on his lips as he extended his arm towards Rikka. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted his offer, wrapping her midnight blue shawl around her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. They stepped outside their cozy home, the warm glow of lanterns illuminating the path ahead, while the tiny fairies flitted joyfully around them, their delicate wings shimmering in the dusk.

As they approached Shiro, their majestic white steed, Mugetsu carefully helped Rikka mount the saddle, his hands steady and reassuring. Once she was settled, he climbed aboard in front of her, ensuring she felt safe and secure. With a gentle nudge, he guided Shiro into motion, the horse’s hooves softly thudding against the ground as they set off towards the lively festival, the air buzzing with excitement and the sounds of celebration.

As they arrived at the festival, the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, signaling the onset of sunset. The warm glow cast a magical light over the festivities, creating an enchanting atmosphere. Lively music filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter that echoed around them. People danced joyfully, embracing the vibrant spirit of the evening.

The tantalizing aroma of various delicious foods wafted from nearby stalls, tempting their taste buds with promises of savory and sweet delights. Mugetsu and Rikka wandered hand in hand through the crowd, sharing smiles and murmurs of excitement as they took in the sights. They eagerly sampled different dishes, relishing every bite while taking in the warmth of the gathering.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, they joined in with others on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm and finding joy in each other's company. The festival felt truly magical under the twilight sky, and they treasured every moment spent together, knowing they were creating unforgettable memories.

As the festival drew to a close, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of magic and wonder. Families gazed up in awe at the stunning new moon, its silver light illuminating the night, while countless stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas. Parents tenderly gathered their sleepy children, cradling them in their arms as they made their way home, their laughter and soft whispers drifting away on the cool evening breeze.

Amidst this enchanting scene, Mugetsu and Rikka exchanged warm smiles, their hearts light with joy. They made their way to Shiro, their steps filled with anticipation. Nearby, a group of fairies fluttered about, their delicate wings shimmering in the starlight as they patiently awaited the arrival of the Dark Knight and the Dragon Fairy Maiden.

"Mugetsu-sama, I’d love to extend our evening with a walk in the woods for some fresh air," Rikka suggested, her eyes bright with excitement."Aren't you tired?" he asked, surprised. She smiled. "If you're not feeling up to it, I understand.""No, I'm happy to join you," he replied, returning her smile. Rikka turned to the fairies. "You’re welcome to head back if you’re worn out. I don’t want to exhaust you."Yes!" the fairies cheered, eager to find rest. Mugetsu gave Shiro a gentle pat before the fairies departed. Rikka and Mugetsu exchanged peaceful smiles and linked arms as they stepped into the moonlit woods, where the soft rustle of leaves and flickering fireflies created a magical atmosphere.

As they reminisced, their laughter filled the air as they recalled the joyous memories they created together at the festival. The evening was enchanting, with flickering lanterns casting a warm glow and lively performances surrounding them. They fondly remembered the delightful aromas of hot meals and baked goods wafting through the air, along with the captivating music played by wandering musicians. Each moment they shared deepened their connection, making the night even more magical. Both of them truly cherished their time together, savoring the camaraderie and excitement that the festival inspired, which was exactly what they had hoped for.

As they arrived at the serene lake, the night sky sparkled above, with stars twinkling like diamonds on the dark canvas. The water mirrored their brilliance, creating a mesmerizing glimmer that danced across the surface. Framing the lake were graceful cherry blossom trees, their branches adorned with soft pink petals. The gentle breeze caused some of the delicate blooms to drift down, floating softly on the water like tiny boats. The entire scene exuded a sense of tranquility and beauty, enveloping them in a perfect moment of peace and wonder.

"Ah, it’s so beautiful!" Rikka exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at the stunning landscape before her. Lush green hills rolled gently in the distance, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The sky was a masterpiece of colors, blending shades of pink, orange, and purple. "Yeah," Mugetsu replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. He took a moment to soak in the tranquility of the scene. "Let’s sit here and enjoy the moment." Rikka's face lit up even more at his suggestion. They both found a cozy patch of grass, settling down side by side. As they sat there, the gentle breeze brushed past them, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. They exchanged comfortable silence, letting the peaceful atmosphere envelop them as they admired the breathtaking view together.

Mugetsu watched with a soft smile as delicate petals drifted gently from above, landing on Rikka's head and settling atop her flower crown. The vibrant colors contrasted beautifully with Rikka's shimmering wings. She cupped her hands together, delighting in the sensation of the soft petals resting on her palms. With a playful grin, Rikka blew gently, sending the petals swirling through the air in a mesmerizing dance, each one glinting in the sunlight. The sight filled her with joy, and she giggled as the petals scattered far and wide, twinkling like little stars. In response to the enchanting display, the Dark Knight couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the sweet fairy's infectious happiness.

Rikka glanced at him, laughter bubbling up as she noticed his long black hair adorned with delicate pink blossom petals that had fluttered down from the nearby trees. “What?” the Dark Knight asked, confusion etched on his face. “You look really pretty, Mugetsu-sama.” she teased, her laughter lifting the mood around them. “What do you mean, ‘pre—’?” he began, but his voice trailed off when he realized the petals in his hair. Running his fingers through his silky locks, he felt the blossoms slip away, their faint scent lingering. “Should’ve known.” he muttered, a playful pout forming on his lips as he recognized how ridiculous he looked. Rikka laughed again, her joy creating a warm atmosphere that contrasted with his usual somber demeanor.

Rikka stopped laughing, her eyes sparkling with warmth, as Mugetsu brushed the delicate petals from his face. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Hey, Mugetsu-sama. I just wanted to let you know how much I’ve enjoyed your company ever since we first met. Tonight’s events made that even more special for me." A radiant smile spread across her face as she looked up at the Dark Knight, her heart fluttering. Mugetsu, feeling a rush of warmth at her words, felt his cheeks tinge with a light blush. The feeling was new and exhilarating, making his heart pound in his chest. He met her gaze with a soft smile, the tension of the moment hanging delicately between them. "Now that you mention it," he replied, his voice gentle, "I’ve also been enjoying your company since that day you saved me. And I must say, tonight was truly unforgettable." As he spoke, Mugetsu reached out and gently took Rikka's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining, solidifying the bond that had formed between them amidst the events of the evening.

The two locked eyes, an unspoken connection growing between them. As the world around them faded away, they slowly leaned closer, their hearts racing with anticipation. In that charged moment, they both instinctively closed their eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Their lips brushed together softly, igniting a spark that revealed the true feelings they'd long kept hidden. It was a gentle kiss, overflowing with the weight of unexpressed emotions, finally bringing their hearts and souls together in a moment of profound honesty.

They slowly pulled away from each other, hearts still racing from the intensity of the moment. As they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, a warmth spread between them, filled with unspoken understanding. “I see you’ve come to realize your true feelings for me since our first meeting,” Rikka said, her voice soft yet confident, a smile breaking across her face. “I felt the same way about you all along.”Mugetsu’s eyes sparkled with affection as he nodded, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth. Unable to resist the pull of their emotions, the two lovers leaned in closer. As their lips met once more, the kiss was a beautiful blend of love and passion, enveloping them in a gentle yet fervent embrace that deepened the connection they had just discovered.

Rikka cups his cheeks with her hands as she kisses him passionately yet gently. Mugetsu then lies her down on the grass while kissing her, the same as how she was kissing him. She wraps her arms around him while kissing his neck as she feels the grass tickling her back through her clothes. As the moment unfolds, she gracefully spreads her wings wide, taking care to protect her delicate wings from being crushed or harmed.

Mugetsu wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. His lips gently brushed against her delicate, soft ones, which he now enjoyed. Rikka enjoyed the sensation of his lips against hers. This was their first kiss, a moment aflame with emotion and significance, reflecting the deep, genuine feelings they held for one another.

She then feels his kisses travel to her neck. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned with delight. "Rikka..." Mugetsu pulls away and looks at the beautiful Dragon Fairy Maiden in front of him. "Please, let me be yours forever." She confessed. Mugetsu smiled at his lover. "As you wish." he said softly. Rikka beamed and pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss, their connection evident in that fleeting moment.

The couple then strip out of their clothes to feel each other. Rikka blushes as she gazes at his impressive muscular physique, her eyes drawn to the intricate black flame tattoo that winds around his left arm. The tattoo seems to flicker with a life of its own, contrasting sharply with the smooth, tanned skin beneath it, adding to his alluring presence. She has seen him like this when he cuts for firewood and trains with his sword. But seeing him like this made her want him more.

Mugestu admires her beautiful naked body. Her pale golden skin glowed like sunlight, perfectly matching her golden eyes and hair. Her breasts were exposed, her curvaceous hips exposed, along with her slender legs. Her ethereal wings unfurled gracefully against the lush green grass, while her hair cascaded around her like a shimmering waterfall. This captivating display made her appear as if she had stepped right out of a dream. She was beautiful to his eyes, looking like this.

"You are beautiful. Really beautiful like this." Mugetsu said in awe with a loving smile. Rikka smiled at her lover's comment. "I could say the same to you as well." She said with a loving smile. Mugetsu smiled lovingly at his lover before he leaned down to kiss her.

The couple lie there kissing each other passionately. The Dark Knight's hands explore everywhere on her body to her pleasure. Rikka's hands roam everywhere on his back, feeling his muscles and massaging his shoulder blades. Rikka moans as his lips come back to her neck again, along with his hand groping her breast.

Mugetsu's lips then lead to her chest as his other hand gropes her other breast, earning a moan from his lover. She felt his hot breast against her breasts. He cups her breast before giving the nipple a gentle lick to the fairy dragon maiden's pleasure as a gasp of pleasure escapes from her lips. His lips wrap around it before sucking it to her pleasure. Rikka lifts her hand up as she strokes his beautiful black locks. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned as her lover sucked her nipple. He then does the same to the other breast to her pleasure.

He looked up at her to see her face, which was flushed red with excitement and love. He kisses down her stomach, causing Rikka to arch her back as that happened. She feels the strands of his beautiful black hair against her skin. He almost reaches her crotch but pulls away, having his hand go there. Rikka looks at where his hand was traveling to. It wasn't long before his fingers gently rubbed her folds before the two were inserted inside, causing Rikka to gasp with pleasure.

Mugetsu stares at her with hungry, loving eyes as he massages her walls gently. "M-M-M-Mugetsu-s-s-s-sama..." Rikka moaned his name. Just then, Mugetsu pulls his fingers out and positions himself between her legs with his hard cock rubbing against her moist folds. He leans down and kisses her passionately. Rikka gasped and moaned against the kiss as she felt his tongue in her mouth and against her tongue. The Dark Knight pulls away as they gasp for air, and a slight string of drool connects to their lips. The Dragon Fairy Maiden stares into her lover's eyes with lust and excitement.

"I'm gonna go gently." Mugetsu lets his lover know. Rikka nodded in understatement but was excited about this. Mugetsu slowly slides his cock into her folds. "Ngh..." Rikka squealed quietly as that happened. Mugetsu grunts but stares at his lover, worried that he might go too rough on her. Rikka looks at him to let him know that she is alright and gives him a smile to his relief. She nods, letting him know that he can move.

Mugetsu begins to move slowly. The couple moaned and gasped with delight as that happened. Rikka wraps her arms around his neck to hold on to him. Mugetsu buried his face against the crook of her neck as he held her while moving his cock in and out of her walls to her pleasure. Rikka asked him to go quick, which he happily obliged yet gently so he wasn't going too rough on her.

The couple held on to each other as they made love to each other for the first time. They are so consumed by their feelings for one another that they pay little attention to anything else happening around them. Their thoughts and actions revolve entirely around each other, leaving little room for other interests or concerns.

Beneath the delicate canopy of cherry blossoms, shrouded in the dark embrace of a new moon, they found themselves surrounded by a serene atmosphere. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky, adding to the magic of the night. At that moment, with fragrant petals drifting gently in the breeze, they experienced a profound connection. It felt as if time stood still, allowing them to openly acknowledge feelings they had long kept hidden. This enchanting night, with its breathtaking scenery, would forever be etched in their memories as the moment they truly realized their love for one another.

The couple then moaned when their minds went blank as they came.

Mugetsu looks at his lover as he pants and slowly regains his normal breathing. Rikka looked at him as she was doing the same as him. Rikka smiles lovingly as she cups his cheeks.

"I love you..." She said in a soft voice.

Mugetsu smiles at her lovingly before saying,

"I love you too."

Rikka smiles before pulling him into a loving kiss on the lips.

They held each other closely, enjoying the warmth of their embrace as the stars twinkled above. Rikka looked up at the night sky, her heart filled with joy. "It's such a beautiful night." she whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she nestled deeper into the Dark Knight's strong arms. Mugetsu gazed down at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Yeah." he responded, his voice warm and genuine as he returned her smile. At that moment, everything felt perfect, as if only their love and the shimmering stars existed in that magical space.

"Mugetsu-sama, finding you that day changed everything for me." she said softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "After my mother passed, I felt so lonely. But your presence brought me safety and joy I hadn’t felt in a long time." She snuggled closer, her voice barely a whisper. "I admire your strength and kindness, and with each moment we share, I find myself falling deeper in love with you." A gentle smile graced her lips, expressing a love built on gratitude and trust, promising a beautiful forever together.

Mugetsu smiled softly at Rikka, pulling her closer. "You know, when you saved me that day, everything changed for me. I found myself captivated by your kindness and determination. As we got to know each other, your presence became a true comfort. I realized I was falling for you." he said, tightening his embrace, filled with warmth and sincerity.

Rikka felt a warm glow rush over her as she gazed at her lover, whose face held the same radiant smile. The moment felt blissful, filled with unspoken affection. Unable to resist, she pulled herself closer, her heart racing, and gently pulled him into a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with warmth and promise, sealing the quiet joy of their shared connection.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Two years after their initial confession, Rikka and Mugetsu found that their love had deepened significantly. The moment they revealed their feelings for each other that night marked a turning point in their relationship. Since then, each new moon has taken on special meaning for them, serving as a beautiful reminder of their connection. They cherish this occasion, celebrating it as their anniversary and reflecting on their time together.

Now happily married, Mugetsu and Rikka found joy in being closer to each other. The moment Mugetsu proposed was both intimate and deeply personal, crafted to evoke the romance that had blossomed between them. He chose the very spot where they first confessed their true feelings, a secluded glade by the lake that held so many precious memories. As dusk settled, a soft glow enveloped the area, with candles gently floating on the water's surface, casting shimmering reflections that danced under the starlit sky.

Rikka looked stunning in a flowing gown of sky blue, the fabric shimmering subtly in the moonlight. Her hair cascaded in graceful waves, framing her face and giving her the enchanting presence of a princess from a fairy tale. Mugetsu stood opposite her, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that accentuated his stature and charm. As they stood there, both were in awe of each other, captivated by how beautifully they complemented one another, lost in the magic of the moment.

The Dark Knight fell to one knee, his heart racing as he gazed up at the Dragon Fairy Maiden. In his hand, he held a magnificent gold band, the centerpiece of a dazzling aquamarine diamond that shimmered like the sky on a clear day. As he presented the ring, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that enchanting moment.

Her golden-brown eyes widened in astonishment, reflecting the light of the gem and shimmering with tears of pure joy. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of a love eternally cherished. Without a moment's hesitation, she breathed a heartfelt "yes" and the words seemed to wrap around them like a warm embrace.

Happiness surged through her as she enveloped him in her arms, pulling him close, embodying all the love and dreams they shared. In that tender moment, surrounded by the magic of their love, they both knew they were destined to be together forever.

The wedding ceremony took place in the quaint village church, its stone walls adorned with delicate flowering vines that cascaded gracefully from the entrance and framed the windows. The fragrant blooms filled the air with a sweet scent, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The pews were packed with villagers, each eager to witness the union of the beloved couple and to celebrate the love they shared.

Mugetsu stood at the altar, dressed impressively in a striking black suit that fit him perfectly, complemented by dark silver armor that gleamed on his shoulders. He chose Shiro, his loyal horse and companion, as his best man due to their deep bond. After years of adventures and steadfast support, it felt only right to honor that unique connection on his special day. People found it sweet that he and his horse got along so well. He embodied the essence of a storybook prince, and his regal presence drew admiration from everyone present. Many of the female villagers couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward Rikka, who radiated joy and elegance beside him.

Yet, beneath that envy was a collective sense of happiness for Rikka, as they knew she had found a man who treated her with unwavering respect and kindness. His gentlemanly demeanor made it clear that he cherished her deeply. The villagers felt gratified to witness such a heartwarming partnership, and the air was filled with laughter, well-wishes, and the promise of a beautiful future for the couple, marking the beginning of their journey together.

When Rikka entered the room, a hushed awe fell over the crowd as they admired her breathtaking beauty. Mugetsu's heart raced with excitement at the thought of marrying the love of his life. Shiro, noticing Mugetsu's elation, playfully nudged him and remarked on how incredibly lucky he was to be marrying someone as wonderful as Rikka. The Dragon Fairy Maiden wore a stunning off-shoulder white gown that flowed elegantly around her, adorned with vibrant teal flowers that added a striking pop of color. Intricate floral lace detailed the edges, glimmering softly with every movement she made. Atop her head rested a delicate flower crown that perfectly complemented her dress, its blooms harmonizing with the teal accents. Her golden hair fell in loose, romantic curls, cascading gracefully down her shoulders, while a soft veil concealed her face, enhancing her allure. Mugetsu couldn't take his eyes off her; the light teal eyeshadow accentuated her striking eyes, making them shimmer with joy and excitement. In her hands, she held a beautiful bouquet of whitish teal flowers, its elegant arrangement completing the enchanting look. Rikka radiated charm and grace, captivating everyone in the room as they celebrated the beautiful occasion.

The fairies flitted around her like sparkling stars, showering the aisle with vibrant petals as she made her way to the altar. Rikka and Mugetsu beamed with anticipation, their hearts racing with excitement for a moment they had both dreamed of since their paths first crossed.

As she reached the altar, sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor. Mugetsu gently clasped Rikka's hand, their fingers interlocking as the priest began to speak, his voice warm and steady. The air was filled with emotion as he shared vows rich with promises of love and devotion.

Finally, when the moment arrived for them to be declared husband and wife, a surge of exhilaration swept over the gathered villagers. With radiant smiles, the couple leaned in for a deep, heartfelt kiss, sealing their union. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a joyful symphony of celebration, as the villagers rejoiced in the beautiful journey that Rikka and Mugetsu were beginning together as husband and wife.

Rikka often finds solace in a cherished memory that lingers in her heart from nine months ago, a moment that brings her joy and comfort as she goes about her day. This evening, the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow across the kitchen as she prepares dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed onions and garlic fills the air, mingling with the earthy scent of fresh herbs as she carefully chops vibrant vegetables, each slice echoing her excitement for the arrival of her husband.

The sound of the front door creaking open breaks her concentration, sending a flutter of anticipation through her. "I'm home!" Mugetsu's voice rings out, rich and warm, and Rikka’s face lights up with a radiant smile that feels like sunshine. "Welcome home!" she responds, her eyes sparkling as she turns to greet him. As he steps inside, she notices the way his long coat drapes over his shoulders, contrasting with the polished steel of his sword, which he places with practiced grace on the coat rack. The door shuts softly behind him, sealing out the chill of the evening air, and the moment feels intimate as if the world outside has faded away.

Mugetsu makes his way towards her, his long dark hair slightly tousled and a playful smile illuminating his face. In an instant, he draws her into a warm embrace, enveloping her in the comforting scent of the outdoors mixed with his own unique fragrance. He leans down, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that sends a thrill through her. The kitchen, filled with the bubbling sounds of dinner and the soft glow of warm light, becomes a sanctuary of love, reminding them both of the life they have built together.

"Hope you weren't feeling lonely while I was away," he said warmly, enveloping her waist with his arms, pulling her close. She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes and replied, "Not at all! You were just off running a quick errand with Shiro. The fairies and I kept ourselves busy with some housework, and honestly, it gave me a chance to catch up on things around here. Besides, it’s my responsibility to keep this place in order." She paused for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, "But don’t worry about the fairies; they decided to take a little break and explore the town. They’ve earned it."

As she spoke, Mugetsu’s face lit up with happiness, his heart swelling at the sight of his wife’s vibrant spirit. Her laughter seemed to fill the room, making it light and joyful, a perfect contrast to the momentary absence he had felt.

Just then, soft cooing sounds filled the air from the living room. Rikka turned her head and spotted a beautifully crafted wooden crib nestled in the corner, the gentle sounds emanating from within. “Ah, he woke up.” Rikka said with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Mugetsu glanced over, a hint of guilt crossing his face. “That must be my fault since I called out.” he admitted, his voice laced with tenderness. He leaned in to give Rikka a quick kiss on the lips, filled with love and reassurance, before gently pulling away. With a fond look in his eyes, he made his way to the crib, eager to see their little one and offer comfort.

Mugetsu smiled softly as he gazed down at his son, Sirius, who was snugly wrapped in a cozy grey-blue blanket. The little boy had inherited many traits from his mother, with delicate facial features, tiny horns, and fairy-like wings, though his wings and horns were a shade darker than hers. Sirius’s hair was a striking black, just like his father's, but with a subtle hint of blue that mirrored the beautiful ombre of Rikka’s own hair.

As Sirius made another soft cooing sound, his bright eyes locked onto Mugetsu's, an adorable smile spreading across Mugetsu's face. "Ah, sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean to wake you." he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper filled with love. Leaning down, Mugetsu cradled his son tenderly in his arms, feeling the warmth of the tiny body against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’s forehead.

Rikka stood nearby, her heart melting with warmth as she watched the sweet interaction between her husband and their son. The sight of Mugetsu holding Sirius so protectively filled her with joy. In this small, serene moment, their family felt perfectly complete, wrapped in love and tenderness that would always bind them together.

Rikka gently made her way toward her family, her heart swelling with joy as she held Mugetsu's arm, her eyes sparkling with love as she gazed at their son nestled safely in the Dark Knight's embrace. It was hard to believe that just a month had passed since their wedding, and now their lives were blossoming with the thrilling news of a new addition to their family.

Throughout Rikka's pregnancy, Mugetsu was the picture of devoted care, always attentive to her needs and ensuring her comfort.The fairies were excited about the new family member and even offered their help. Each night, without fail, the Dark Knight would kneel beside her and tenderly kiss his Dragon Fairy Maiden's growing belly, a gesture filled with love and anticipation. Rikka couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm and affection, her heart warmed by the sight of her husband's excitement at the thought of becoming a father. In those precious moments, she, too, felt a deep sense of joy and wonder at the journey that lay ahead of them as they prepared to welcome their little one into the world. Their hearts danced in unison, filled with dreams and hopes for their future as a family.

He poured his heart and soul into crafting a beautiful crib for his future child, carefully selecting each piece of wood as he worked. Gender didn't matter to him; what truly excited him was the prospect of becoming a father. Rikka felt the same joy about her journey into motherhood. The women in the village were overjoyed for her and warmly offered their support, recwerelinweretheir own experiences withwatchatchey were more than willinwereowerend a helping hand, eager to watch over Mugetsu and Rikka's child while they managed t,heir daily tasks.

Rikka had been given maternity leave from the bakery. The employees at her bakery joyfully congratulated her and Mugetsu on their expected child with a small celebration. Rikka, with a playful smile, joked that her unborn child would become a valuable assistant to the village. Her lighthearted humor brought warmth to those around her, reflecting the deep sense of community that surrounded them.

As soon as Rikka felt the first signs of labor, Mugetsu rushed to her side, his heart filled with anticipation and concern. He held her hand tightly, offering his unwavering support as she navigated the intense moments of childbirth. Despite his worries, he found comfort in the presence of the dedicated nurses and doctors, who worked tirelessly to ensure that Rikka received the best care possible.

After what felt like an eternity, with a final, powerful push, their son entered the world. The couple looked on in astonishment, tears streaming down their faces as they witnessed the miracle of life unfold before them. The doctor gently cradled the tiny, squirming bundle, who let out a strong, healthy cry that filled the room and melted their hearts.

As Rikka held their newborn son for the first time, she was overcome with emotion, embracing the profound joy and love that accompanied motherhood. Her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness, reflecting the bond she felt with her child. Mugetsu, filled with pride and elation, leaned in to share a tender kiss with Rikka, a beautiful celebration of their new family member.

Carefully, Mugetsu took their son in his arms, marveling at the tiny features that were a perfect blend of both parents. Rikka watched with a full heart as Mugetsu embraced fatherhood, her love for him deepening in that moment.

Outside, the villagers eagerly gathered to congratulate the new parents, their voices filled with joy and laughter, celebrating the arrival of the fresh new life that brought warmth and happiness to their community. The atmosphere was vibrant with excitement, marking the beginning of a beautiful journey for Rikka and Mugetsu as they embarked on the adventure of parenthood together. It was a memorable day for the couple, on that day of their child's birth. Shiro and the fairies adored Sirius when they first met him.

To the present, Mugesu couldn’t help but smile at his wife. She gazed lovingly at their son, her eyes filled with admiration as she gently held her husband's arm. The warmth of their small family moment enveloped the room, making it feel like a haven of joy and connection. In that serene moment, the Dark Knight felt a deep sense of gratitude for the happiness they had built together.

Mugetsu had never thought about returning to Zangetsu. It felt like a distant memory without significance. However, everything changed when he met Rikka. Her warm smile, sweet laughter, and kind personality wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, making him feel like he truly belonged for the first time which made him fall in love wither.

As they grew closer, Rikka welcomed him into her life with open arms, filling a void he had long felt. Their bond deepened further with the arrival of their newborn son, a beautiful addition that made every moment even more precious. Rikka, the Dragon Fairy Maiden, his true love, and their son became treasures in his heart, weaving joy and warmth into his life. What was once empty was now brimming with love and an unbreakable bond, turning each day into a cherished gift for the Dark Knight.

FIN.💙

(A/N- I apologize it is rushed!! I didn't have time and was planning to get it done months early, but other things happened! 😓 But I am so happy how it came out as I planned this story out for a long time! Happy to write more of them in the future but right now, onward to Renruki!)

[vicioux]

ICHIHIME FIC RECS

i can't believe i've been reading ichihime fanfics for literally 10 years ✌️ my favorite flavor is definitely pining with a touch of angst, but i am also a sucker for just them giggly all over each other! thank you bleach TYBW anime revival for bringing me back to these two cutie patooties and an even bigger thank you to all the writers that have been keeping the fandom alive all these years (especially in the earlier days back in the wild wild west of ff.net and LJ lol) y'all are amazing 💖 happy reading everyone p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

🍓 alternate universe 🍞

THE BRIDE OF THE DEATH GOD by caledon A plague descended upon the village, and to appease the God of Death they offered him a bride as a sacrifice.

THE DEVIL'S PLAYTHING by marshmallowbirb High-schooler Kurosaki Ichigo discovers that he isn't as human as he once thought - and neither is his classmate, Inoue Orihime.

THE RELUCTANT BRIDEGROOM, DEATH by marshmallowbirb On a sunny summer morning, the young goddess Orihime gathers flowers on a hillside.

STARCROSS'D by child of the ashes In the vampire palace of Los Noches, there is no greater curse than beauty, and no greater crime than love.

NEXT VISIT by aurona x She can see him only with autumn comes, that man of the deep blue tree. And over the years, her love for him grows.

MOTHERHOOD by ashe flyght Orihime's family is financially unstable. So when Japan's most in demand actor, Kurosaki Ichigo offers her an unusual job will she accept it?

FINE LINES by lastlynotleast Ichigo is a tattoo artist and Orihime has skin he could draw on forever.

🍓 multichapter 🍞

THE BOND BETWEEN US by ritsu-san Post Ch. 352: Ichigo and Orihime are left to figure out this strange bond they share.

TIL DEATH DO US PART by marshmallowbirb Deemed too powerful, Ichigo is sequestered in Soul Society after defeating Aizen. Ten years later, one of his human friends dies.

THE CLOCKWORK SWITCH by sesamerolls (1 // 2 // 3) “Kurosaki-kun?” She wanted to bite back her words. This person couldn’t be him. He was a few inches taller, broader, and manlier than the youth who gave her daifuku just minutes before.

🍓 oneshots that will make you feeeeel 🍞

DEMAGNETIZE by ghosty If opposites attract, then what does that mean for us?

TACTILE by mrhooty Orihime has accepted that her boundaries will never be respected, but Ichigo is too good of a friend to allow that.

AFFIRMATION by sesamerolls Ichihime from the beginning to the end.

HOME IS WHERE THE SUN SETS by awkwardspaceturtle Using the word ‘beautiful’ didn’t seem like enough; nothing he could ever say out loud would tell her how she really looked in his eyes.

BUILD A HOUSE IN PARADISE by zabiume Ichigo and Orihime move in together.

PAPER HOUSES by zabiume Mostly, he just wanted to know if she was okay, if she was eating well and passing her courses and if, when she went to bed at night, she had someone to smile about.

PROMPTFILL by zabiume Truth serum induced angst.

PROMPTFILL by captainrukias-husband Ichigo writes a poem for Orihime.

TEMPTARE BEAST by mayelisa As Orihime watched in horror as Ichigo took on that form again, she had a sinking feeling that this day wouldn't turn out at all like she had planned.

MEMORIES IN THE RAIN by garden of magnolias If I were the rain, could I connect with someone's heart, as the rain can unite the eternally separated earth and sky?

ALWAYS SUMMER by folle Orihime is calling, calling, and Ichigo doesn't know how to not answer, except in the most important way.

BECOMING WHOLE by lovelycollision He loves her in various ways, during different stages of his life. It's after the war when he realizes that he's in the third stage, otherwise known as the beginning.

🍓 outside POV looking in 🍞

ELEVATING by sesamerolls “Okay, let’s theoretically agree Ichi-nii has a girlfriend,” said Karin, resting her palm underneath her chin.

SIMPLY BY MEASUREMENT by sesamerolls When it first began, he pretended not to notice.

PROMPTFILL by scribblles Ichigo screwed up his befuddlement into a distinctly grumpy expression. “For your information, I wasn’t daydreaming, I was thinking. Worrying, actually. And it’s about a friend. Who… happens to be a girl.”

🍓 funny fluffy oneshots 🍞

OF MICE AND MEN by garden of magnolias Ichigo realizes that getting rid of a mouse in his and Orihime's apartment is a lot more complicated when it involves his girlfriend.

I REJECT! by scribblles Keigo has a rare moment of inadvertent correctness.

RUMOUR HAS IT by fictionaryplace Ichigo and Orihime have important news, but decide to have a little fun with their friends and family before coming clean.

DELAYED REACTION by crystal dawn Orihime is feeling under the weather. Against his better judgment, Ichigo suggests she visit his father's clinic.

ICED FRAPPUCCINO by hedonysms Ichigo and Orihime get a coffee. Ichigo is simultaneously an emotional sap and a horny, utterly repressed man.

STARTING FRESH by kay sincere Ichigo doesn't have a resolution for the new year himself. But it does come to his attention that his friends could use his help.

NOSEBLEED by deathberryhime Where that little smile would have done more damage than intended to.

OUR BREATHS IN PERFECT HARMONY by iwillhaveamoonbase When Ichigo's friend talks about a cute girl at a bakery, Ichigo agrees to introduce them with no idea that the girl in question is his girlfriend.

WELL WISHERS by adverb_slut It turns out that shinigami are not so great at gift-buying, especially for a four-week-old baby.

THE ART OF SHIPPING by alice hattercandy In which, everyone ships. Even Ichigo.

🍓 anything and everything by these authors 🍞

SESAMEROLLS CAPTAINRUKIAS-HUSBAND ZABIUME (tumblr // ao3) SCRIBBLLES CRYSTALDAWN / MARSHMALLOWBIRB (ffnet // ao3) ORIHIMES RITSU-SAN (more on their LJ sunburnt-wings) TRAGICOMEDY (more on their LJ explicates)

[auburniivenus]

@ikurosakii

I could watch you while you’re sleeping Until the world doesn’t seem to move Take a photo while you’re dreaming I wanna be buried next to you.. (☘)

For @star-snail and for future idyllic days. Cheers.

[sashi-ya]

Not again... not another ichiruki vs ichihime situation in Kaiju no. 8... 🫠 it's ok if you wanna ship Kikoru with Kafka, but think about the plot and the implications of such ship in the canon context. My personal opinion is that Kikoru sees Kafka as a big brother, it is probably cause he is everything she's been lacking since she was a little girl, she was never praised, never protected (in a way that she could tell). Kafka represents comfort and someone who believes in her. That's why most of us love him so much cause he is the definition of "comfort". A young girl can misinterpret the feelings, sure (i believe she is 18~ not 16 as some people say. I think she is around the age of Reno). She can even see him with eyes of love, but do you think Kafka is able to see her with romantic love? Or even lust in all its forms? Idk, I'm not Matsumoto ofc, but I don't think this man has such feelings for her as he has for Mina (especially regarding the last manga chapters as well as being Mina's memory who actually made him come back to his "humanity"). I think the Kikoru x Kafka ship might come from two or even three reasons (mostly for young cis hetero men) 1. People simply like them together cause it was "the first" deep hetero interaction and connection they saw in the animanga. 2. They simply simp for kikoru, and they identify as Kafka. 3. They are young and misinterpret Kafka's demeanor; most people I've seen think Kafka "acts" younger or immature for "his age". Guys... he is 32, that's exactly how we act at 32, we are youngsters inside bodies with knee pain. [This is why I like this manga so much; we finally have representation. The problems Kafka goes through are exactly what happens to us after 29; life does not end at 20. Life is not perfect. Dreams do come true at 20, at 30 or even at 80, but society likes to act as if that was a lie, as if not achieving something before 30 was bad. Guys, we've been programmed to be a slave of the productive chain, the younger you are "the useful" you are to make money. And that's not life. That's why some are soo worried about us not having "enough kids". They are literally saying it will bring an economic default. Wonder why 🤷‍♀️]

If you ask me, there is nothing I'd like more than these two ending up together. I don't want clichés to be broken, I just want it that exact way 🥹💕 Mina always waited for him, and I hope she is able to give that sweet dork all the love he deserves cause she knows, above all, how much he's been struggling to reach his own success. They deserve to be together, in calm and happiness 💕

[exo-raskreia]

ok so i wanted to share my experience with bleach to you bc i just love that anime and it feels nice to do so after i read your blog haha (i like the way you think <3)

also it is kind of funny now that i think about it

i watched bleach for the first time when i was 14, i remember it was the first time i felt like so good with an anime, like when you say "damn this is what i was looking for"

i remember that at that age i didn't care that much about romance, i just liked to see ichigo fighting and i just hyped everytime i saw his inner hollow

EITHER WAY

i always knew/thought at that time that ichigo was in love with rukia, and yes i always knew/thought they were end game LIKE FR it was something obvious

years after that idk how but i got to know that ichigo ended up with inoue and i couldn't fucking believe it, i swear it was a shock at first but then again i didn't even care about it eventually bc i just cared about ichigo

years later i re-watched the anime as an adult and i just felt the same thing, that ichigo was so in love with rukia it fucking hurt, you know? and until that time i never read the manga, so i decided to do it (also i did it to see if ichihime's fans were right about everything they said, that in the manga you could see how ichigo "cared" about inoue)

AND YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I REGRET THAT BECAUSE I JUST FELT AWFUL

IT WAS THE FIRST FUCKING TIME I CARED ABOUT THE ROMANCE IN BLEACH

i mean i saw/felt even more the love ichigo had for rukia, and also rukia for ichigo. it was like they were so fucking in love they thought they had it well hidden but no, you just had to see their fucking eyes when they looked at each other and you would realize

i tried with all my fucking willingness to interpret the parts ichihime'a fans talked about so much, dude i felt uncomfortable, they were just moments were you could see inoue simping about him and ichigo didn't even notice her

I WAS LIKE ??? WHAT IS THIS PPL TALKING ABOUT?

and i really tried to like ichihime bc i love ichigo, he's like my fucking entire adolescence and i just wanted to see him happy

i just can't help but fucking feel he's the most unhappy person, he just loved to be a sould reaper and loved to be around rukia, in the end he didn't get anything of that and i ended up feeling fucking disappointed

so it is funny for me how as a teenager something i thought as an adult was going to change, in the end didn't, it just got confirmed

i just can't understand what was kubo thinking about when he gave us that end for ichigo, like even if he pretended ichihime to be end game, he should have given them the same (or more) development he gave to ichiruki. because there's fucking nothing between ichigo and inoue more than a fucking friendship (i don't even know to say if even that)

i thought about all this when i saw a comment of an ichihime saying "i just hope they confirm that poem was for zangetsu and not for rukia" you know in that post where ichigo's seiyu finally gave us those LOVELY WORDS for rukia

which first doesn't make sense if you want to interpret it that way (at least for me) and second...

DOES IT FUCKING MATTER?

even if it did ichiruki has a lot more, the way they look at each other, the way they support each other, the way they bring the best of each other, the way they trust each other, the way they talk about each other and i can fucking go on

i just wish i hadn't read the manga bc it made me care about something i didn't and i ended up feeling disappointed haha :(

i realized i wrote a lot, you probably won't read this but hey i wanted to get this out of my system

sorry if there's grammatical errors, english is not my first language. i love your blog and your mind <3

Wow, anon, no worries! And thanks! 😊 Even those who don't care for romance see how suspiciously romantic IR comes off as 🤭. (I'm telling u, I think most of the fanbase & their mother thought IR would end up together...)

The manga is definitely more on the nose about IchiRuki. Everything stands out more, is more emphasized. U gotta have a severe lack of reading comprehension to not see the potential between them. People who think the anime pushed IR clearly haven't read the manga; the anime only added slightly to what was already established (and the manga still did it better), such as the ice skating episode that Kub0 expressed satisfaction in 👀. He always seemed to express enjoyment with the portrayal of IR in adaptations 🤷‍♀️.

That's why I can't believe for a second that Kub0 had "always" intended IH. Everything about them screams they don't work together; they had no chemistry, no special moments, no bonding, no poems, no good teamwork, no trust, no special thoughts from Ichigo towards Ori, etc...

IchiRuki will always be the most special bond in Bl3ach. Nothing could top it. And it's not some regular friendship or rivalry bond like in other battle shounens with male characters. It's a special bond between a man & a woman who met in such a supernatural romance sort of way. Boy meets girl. Girl saves him. He saves her. Like, hello?? Heck, some people have made theories that Bl3ach is more YA fantasy or shoujo (like Ichigo being a shoujo protag) than shounen, lol.

(That's why I hate it when antis try to lump IR in with non-canon mlm ships, forcing Rukia to be just "one of the guys"; otherwise, IchiRuki's special bond is unexplainable cuz wdym that Ichigo is this close to a woman that's not even his future wife— 🤪🤷‍♀️).

(On that note, one of the closest ships I've seen in animanga to the IR bond is NaLu from Fairy Tail. Ichigo ending up with Ori is like if Natsu were to end up with Lisanna 💀. Of course, FT is still ongoing so NaLu becoming canon is still on the horizon~)

IH could never. Kub0 can't even bother to give them content. Same with RR. He really could care less.

Even if Kub0 ended up retconning the "speed of the world" poem to make it about Zangetsu, it still wouldn't take away from how special the IR bond was throughout the manga. Ntm, the moment Ichigo regained his powers, he immediately set down his zanpakuto on the ground to stare at Rukia longingly while everyone's watching 🤣. Yeah, he really pined after those powers & not the woman in front of him...

Glad u also think IH didn't have much of a friendship either. They always seemed more acquaintances than friends. Ori was always just there? Butting into Ichigo's business? They never bonded...

Anyway, it's ok, anon, & hope that despite it all, you can still enjoy IR 🙂.

[ichihimeconfess]

It still confuses me a lot how people really thought, that Ichihime wouldn't be endgame. Orihime's feelings were shown at a very early stage of the story and later developed into real love. Just the scene of her saying goodbye to Ichigo when she was allowed to do so to only one person and she really chose him over Tatsuki. And Kubo never forgot to remind us throughout the whole story that she genuinely loved him, that even when brainwashed her feelings wouldn't go away. But also the way how Ichigo acted towards her were such obvious signs to me that Kubo would never throw away all those hints at the end of the story. And still the fandom was such a mess back then. I'm happy that the outcome was so satisfying. :)

[yarrayora]

the canon shounen jump ship poll and the reaction surrounding it actually reignites my love for ichihime

imagine if orihime—someone whose power has been confirmed to defy reality itself, to the point that even arrancars describe her as monstrous— was allowed to fix zangetsu, the extension of ichigo's soul that said "what i want to protect is you" to ichigo because he himself is a martyr who cannot conceptualize his need and desire to be protected too

she'd be symbolically mending his heart, and his renewed bankai becomes proof that he is allowed to rely on people, that he can rely on her

and then they fight side by side at the final battle instead of the lukewarm fanservice in canon where ichigo SAID he's relying on her but the narrative just sideline orihime once again because shounen jump can't allow a female character to ever win a fight even if it was a group project and it's like. the girl and the boy whose power defy the laws of nature. two monsters in human skins fighting for their happy ending against a god-like being whose power IS to control the laws of nature

he the sword that cuts down any danger directed towards her and she the shield that protects his everything

imagine that

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Hi! congrats on the anniversary 🫶

For the fanfic request: Ichihime + second date ( first kiss ) 🍓🍞

As the Rain Falls

Rating: K/General with mild themes

Setting: little over a month after We do Knot Always Love You

Synopsis: Ichigo and Orihime go on their second date, both anxious and excited about their new relationship, but Ichigo has things on his mind he can’t shake off.

AN: First up, a sincere apology for how late this is!!! >_< I must admit, I kept getting writer’s block with this one, but I still wanted to persevere with it and try to write for different characters and a different ship.

At the same time however, I'll admit I’m nervous about this. I've never written a fic where Ichigo and Orihime are the main characters, and I know that they'll be written out of character as a result. And it's me, so this is probably more angsty than you wanted ^^;

I tried, and hopefully it makes for an entertaining read.

Hope you enjoy this one!

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Ichigo tucks his hands into his jacket pockets and bounces his knee as he looks around AB Cookies.

Arisa, who is currently at the counter, told him Orihime was getting changed and should be out soon. It had been only two minutes since then, but why did it feel like longer?

He sits in the corner at one of the few indoor tables, mostly ignored by the customers coming and going from the store. All around him, the room is brightly coloured in pastel hues and styled in a way that makes it appear homely and cute. If not for Orihime, he wouldn’t normally come to a place like this.

When another minute passes, he thinks to pull out one of his textbooks and study while he waits. He only gets as far as frowning at his backpack. Why is he so nervous? It’s not like this was their first date – that’d happened just over four weeks ago – so where is this anxious, fluttery energy coming from?

He blinks at hearing Orihime’s voice drift from the back. He straightens when she emerges from the doorway behind the rows of breads. She’s dressed in a bright sweater and skirt, and her boots clack on tiles then the wooden floors when she lifts the counter top and steps out to his side. She smiles widely when she glances at him, and he can’t help but smile back in return – she’s one of the few people who has that affect on him. 

She only gives him her full attention after she says goodbye to Arisa, who in turn thanks her for her work. He stands up, shouldering his backpack as she approaches.

“Kurosaki-kun,” she greets. “Sorry for you keeping you waiting.”

“It’s fine, you didn’t take that long,” he says. He tips his head towards the exit. “You wanna get going?”

They end up in the main street of Karakura Town, walking towards the shopping district. Cars rush by and people crowd the streets. Above them is a mostly blue sky, but clouds linger.

“How was your day?” Orihime asks.

Ichigo shrugs one shoulder. “Nothing much. Just went to lectures mostly.”

“Which ones were they for?”

“English studies. What about you? Anything happen today?”

“A lot, actually. I told Ari -- Oh, wait!” She comes to a stop and reaches into her bag. “Are you hungry?”

Before he can even respond, she pulls out a bread bun and breaks it into halves. “It’s got red bean paste and strawberry in it,” she says as she offers one half to him. “It’s spares from the batches I made this morning, and I thought, since you were up early…”

He smirks fondly as he takes it from her. It’s so typical of her to think of something like this. “Thanks, I think I need this.”

She practically glows, and he has to bite into the bun to not embarrass himself with a stupid grin and chuckle. He hates how this reminds him of the way his father acted around his mother. He hopes to never be like that with Orihime, but even so, there are those moments where she gets to him, where her happiness and excitement become almost infectious.

“Is it good?” she asks.

He nods, mouth full, and it only makes her beam wider. He bites harder into the bun the next time as heat rises up his neck.

“So, I made that new donut for Arisa-san and Ichinose-kun,” she says.

“Oh, the one with seaweed, strawberry, and cashews?” he asks, trying to keep the wariness out of his voice; these new recipes she comes up with always mean a lot to her, even if he can’t comprehend them.

“Yes! Although I had to change it. I think I brought them around to it after create one without the cashews, but I'm starting to wonder if maybe peanuts might work better.

"I-Is that so?"

"I just think it needs a salty or nutty element! It still tastes good with jut the seaweed and strawberry though. They’re thinking about putting it in the front.”

Despite his reservations, he can’t help but he proud of her and his smile returns. “That’s great, Inoue.”

Something must show in his expression, because a faint blush colours her cheeks. “A-Anyway, after that I was speaking with Arisa-san…”

They keep walking down the street as Orihime talks and occasionally nibbles on her half of the bun. He listens to her, and as she carries on about her work – about the small things like finding a gacha trinket on the ground on her way to work, and bigger things like a corporate event who requested catering from the bakery – they wonder from the streets to a nearby park.

For not the first time, he thinks about how peaceful its' become. He still fights Hollows, but isn't as often as it used to be. There’s no looming threat over them, nothing to stop them from being by each others’ side. It’s why, along with seeing how happy Renji and Rukia were, and the former’s encouragement, he finally decided to ask Orihime out.

Their first date had been clumsy in the first hour. He’d planned dinner and a movie, a typical date night according to Keigo and Tatsuki. After Ichigo arrived late and Orihime got flustered trying to reassure him it was fine, the air had been awkward around them. Just the week before he’d confessed to her, and she did the same, and now it’s apparent their feelings for each other were more than either of them thought. Gradually, after they'd finished their dinner and they left to go see the movie, things eased.

Perhaps that where these fluttery nerves came from, left over from their last date. He'd thought he'd be more relaxed consider today’s date was even simpler: a walk in the park, then find a restaurant for a late lunch. It’d been Orihime’s idea, claiming she didn’t need to do anything fancy or complicated with him. He can’t help but suspect she had him in mind though, knowing he’d be tired from his studies and late nights of fighting Hollows and performing konsos on a wondering Souls.

Yes, he thinks as he finishes off his half of the bun, he’s grateful for this peace.

However, like how Zangetsu’s voice had haunted him in the months after the Arrancar’s invaded Karakura Town, there’s a part of him that lingers in the back of his mind, skeptical. It makes him notice the crowds all around them. Parents watching their children run and play around the park. Couples occupying benches or walking past them in their own worlds. A group of teens in school uniforms hunched over a manga magazine, laughing at something they’ve read. Everyone here had been under threat just over three years ago, and they hadn’t even known it. He’d defeated Yhwach, and yet he’s still haunted by ‘what-ifs’. What if he hadn’t defeated him? What if another threat lurks right beneath them, one that hasn’t been seen yet?

���Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo blinks out of his reverie. “Ah, sorry.”

Orihime blinks up him in concern, and had brought them to a stop at the park’s fountain. “Is something wrong?”

He thinks to hold it back in, to do what he always did and bottle it up. He’d stew on it, but it would pass or continue to linger somewhere within him, as everything else had. But what had helped him get over it? Rukia had, and Chad, and Uryu, and Renji, and Orihime. He should be able to tell her anything, especially now that they’re going out.

He doesn’t want his mood to bring the date down, and he knows if he says it’s nothing, she’ll drop it, not wanting to pry further. Even so, he knows she’ll worry about whatever is bothering him. He can’t do that to her.

He’s not sure where to start, but he opens to his mouth to say something.

And then there’s a plop on his head.

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Orihime had imagined scenarios like this many times. Ichigo would grab her hand and they’d rush down the street, the rain falling over them as their feet splashed through puddles. Somehow, the clouds would be thin enough that the sun would peak through, making colours more vibrant beneath the glittering rain. At some point, in slow motion, Ichigo would look over his shoulder at her, hair somehow unaffected by the rain and haloed in a lighter shade of orange. smiling confidently, and saying something heroic or sweet.

And right now, Ichigo turns his head over his shoulder, cringing with his bangs plastered to his forehead, panting for air, and trying to blink the rain from his eyes. “You okay?”

She too has to get rid of the drop falling around her eyes to see him, wiping them and a strand hair stuck to the side of her face away with the heel of her palm. “Y-Yes! But where are we going?”

The rain comes down in torrents, drenching them in less than a minute. Around them, everyone is rushing out of the park and back to the shops that line the streets. She considers asking if they can head back to AB Cookie, but considering how soaked they are, she doesn’t want to cause any trouble for the staff in cleaning up after them; they’d probably make puddles in the middle of the store.

They run across a zebra crossing, and then next thing she knows, Ichigo brings her under the awning of a closed up shop. They almost hit the shutter door, stumbling under the shelter.

They take a moment to catch their breaths, with Ichigo hunched over and Orihime leaning against the shop’s garage door.

“This rain came out of nowhere!” she says. “The forecast was sunny. Guess I should’ve known better when I saw the clouds.”

Ichigo rises from his hunch. “You can’t predict the weather, Inoue.” He half teases and half reassures her, and she’s grateful for it.

“It’s still a shame we can’t go to the park now,” she says.

“We'll go another time. There's other stuff we can do. Unless you'd rather head home."

"Maybe we should wait until the rain stops...or there's less of it."

He only hums in acknowledgement.

It’s only then she realizes he still hasn’t let go of her hand, and she fears looking down at their joined hands and drawing attention to it will make him want to pull away. She discovered very quickly he got embarrassed by PDA – whether it was between them or with other couples. It’s oddly cute to her, and she herself still wasn’t sure if she likes it either. Holding hands like this, though, is something she’s always wanted.

The skin of his palm and fingers is rough from callouses, but the back side is softer than she expected. And it’s warm despite the rain.

Without meaning to, she squeezes his hand, and he looks down. Instead of pulling away, he tilts his head to the sky, almost shyly. She withholds a bewildered giggle. He can still surprise her, it seems.

It’s a minute later when the rain lessens.

“It’s not as bad now,” she says.

“Yeah…” He’s not fully there, his gaze turned up at the clouds. The rain affects him in a way she doesn’t fully understand yet. In the years since she first met him, whatever grips has gradually faded from what it used to be.

“We can probably head…” she starts, but trails off.

Now what? They can’t go to the park, and they can’t go out to lunch with their clothes so drenched. Maybe they should call it a day, and try again for next week sometime. But as Orihime eyes Ichigo, seeing the slight clench in his jaw and the way his eyes narrow at the sky, she knows she can’t leave him alone.

“Um…”

At her nervous fidgeting, he blinks, coming out of his daze, and looks to her. “What is it?”

“We can, um…w-we can head back to my place. It’s close by, so…”

Orihime tries and fails to push the heat rising to her face. Yes, Ichigo has been to her place many times before, but not since they started dating. Who knows what could happen? She tries to dismiss the sparkling fantasies that threaten to take over her mind.

“If you’re okay with that," he says, "just until the rain stops.”

“Of course!”

“Well, then, thanks.” He gentle pulls on her hand. “We should get going.”

He begins to lead her back out into the rain again.

“Actually…”

“Hm?”

At his raised brows, Orihime quickly bows her head. “Ah, yes, sorry! I uh, just…actually, nevermind!”

“Hey, come on. What is it?”

Orihime drops her rueful smile with a defeated chuckle. “It’s just that, after our date, I planned to go to the convenience store to pick up a few things. With this rain though, it’s probably better that we just head back.”

“We can still stop along the way. You’ll need help carrying things, right?”

She’d never point it out, but there were times she senses an eagerness from him, one he’d keep reserved under many layers. It’s another endearing quality she secretly loved about him. With a nod, she says, “Then, if it’s not too much trouble….”

He gives her a small smile. “It isn't, Inoue.”

She has to turn away as her heart skips a beat.

They make a quick dash to the convenience store that’s a few minutes from her home. She stops under the entrance’s awning and grabs the end of her skirt to wring some of the rain water out. She barely hears Ichigo’s quiet chuckle over the rain. “Don’t think it’ll make much of a difference.”

“Well, we might end up making puddles in there,” she reasons.

“It’ll be fine, we’re not staying long, right?”

As soon as they enter the convince store, Orihime bows apologetically to the cashier. Ichigo just sniffs, trying to cover up another chuckle. She’s quick to go the aisles for milk and despite the slight indignation rising in her, Orihime is glad to see faint amusement in Ichigo's expression.

She’d also imagined a scenario like this, albeit without them being wet and cold. Somehow, though, she liked how this was turning out instead. Maybe it’s knowing Ichigo is following her as she went down the aisles, his footsteps always behind her or at her side. Maybe it’s the fact that when she picks up a cup of noodles, he asks what she’ll make with it, and even as she lists off all the ingredients that sound odd to put with it, he offers weary encouragement. Maybe it’s discovering he likes a particular brand of rice crackers when she goes to pick up her usual one, and explaining to him why she prefers this one over the others. They’re small, mundane things, but every little part of it is something she can say she’s experienced with him now.

Everything comes to a halt when they get to the freezers. Orihime almost frowns when she has to crane her neck to see the milk she normally buys. “They must have moved everything  around, these never used to be so high up.”

She opens the fridge door and stands on her tippy toes.

She stops when Ichigo steps up behind her and reaches his hand into the freezer. “I’ll get it.”

Her back is almost pressed against his chest, and as she turns to look at him, she’s struck once again by how tall he is. From this angle she can admire the strong line of his jaw, and watches a raindrop roll off it and hit the collar of the shirt beneath his jacket. Once he hands her the milk, she snaps out of it. “Ah, thank you!”

However, neither of them moves. Orihime stares up at him, and he stares back. Her heart flutters at the hint of softness in his gaze. It’s nothing like her fantasies, where there’s sparkles and flowers magically appearing around them. She swallows, unsure if she’s bold enough to do what she’d always wanted to ever since he confessed to her.

Before she can think any further, Ichigo clears his throat and abruptly turns away. “Sorry, I, uh…”

Orihime shakes her head and takes the bottle of milk from him. “Ah, i-it’s fine! I, um…hey, look, there’s my favourite icecream! I should grab a tub while I’m here!”

She quick to move away, and she’s certain the heat colouring her face will dry her scalp in no time.

Several minutes later, she pays for the milk, a tub of biscuit and tea flavored ice-cream, three cups of noodles, two ramen kits, and a packet of rice crackers.

When they step back out, he holds out his hand. “I can carry it.”

“There’s no need.” When his hand doesn’t drop, she takes out the milk. “If you’re sure.”

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Whenever Ichigo enters Orihime’s house, he’d find his gaze wondering over to Sora’s photo. It happens not long after he takes his shoes off and he steps into the main room, and today is no exception as he removed his jacket and hangs it on a free hook; it drips over his shoes. He only looks away when Orihime puts the shopping bag on the kitchen counter.

She puts away the ice-cream, and it prompts him to hand her the milk again. “This too.”

She comes over to him, takes the bottle, and as he makes to step into the main area, she holds up her hand.

“Hold on a second,” she says before turning and putting the milk in fridge.

He doesn’t move beyond the tiny foyer, waiting for her after she dashes off to the bathroom. She comes out with two towels and holds one out to him. “It’s not much, but maybe for your hair?”

“You didn’t have to,” he says. But the it occurs to him he’d probably drip all over her floorboards. “You sure you’re okay with me coming in?”

There’s a pause, and a faint blush rushes up in her face. “O-Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Think I’m going to make everything damp,” he says while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! It’ll dry eventually.” She lifts the other towel. “If you’re worried, you can always put this over the cushion at the kotatsu.”

He normally wouldn’t care, but he takes both towels from her. “Yeah, sure.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” she offers. “I’ll just go get changed and then make some tea. Or would you like hot cocoa? I got some a few days ago, I haven’t tried it yet.”

 “Tea is fine.”

She smiles with a nod before going to her bedroom.

He remains near his shoes, drying off his arms, face, and hair before going to kotatsu. After laying the second towel down over the cushion he sits. He continues patting down and drying his hair as he waits. He ignores the rain thrumming gently against the windows, and once again, his gaze wonders to Sora’s picture. A bowl of nashi pears lies on one side of the photo, and a recently lit incense stick on the other.

A part of him wishes he’d properly met her brother while he was still alive, so that Acidwire and the night he was brought to the Kurosaki Clinic weren’t the only memories he had of him. Compared to everything else, however, it feels like a distant memory, and it thankfully ended in a better outcome than others.

Orihime emerges from her room, now dressed in a new sweater and jeans, and a headband pushes her damp hair behind her shoulders. She hums while boiling the water and taking out the teapot. Watching her brings a sense of calm to him, and a relief that doesn’t surprise him as much as he thought.

It’s not the first time Ichigo wonders if everything they’ve been through has affected her. Does she still have bad dreams? How much had she told Tatsuki? Were there things she hadn’t told him yet? Would she ever tell him?

And perhaps that is what bothered him most. He, Orihime, and their friends had to live with those memories, and all of consequences that came with them as the world went on ignorant to what had almost happened.

He’d been almost ordinary once, going to school and getting into trouble with humans. At the time seeing the Souls always reminded him he was anything but normal, and since becoming a Shinigami, any chance of him being fully human had been dashed.

It had been his choice, one he didn’t truly regret despite everything that came after. He had been powerless to help others in need, to protect those he cared about, and Rukia had given him that chance on that fateful night.

But Orihime had been ordinary – or at least, more ordinary than him.

He didn’t know much about her parents, but of what little he did know, he knew they were the kind of people he would’ve kicked to the curb. And yet she had gone through that and was still able to smile, just as she had with everything that happened in Los Noches.

So caught up in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice her approach until she sets a mug down in front of him.

“Here,” she says. “It’s just black tea, I ran out of green. Didn’t think to get it while I was at the convenience store, silly me.”

He manages a faint smile. “It’s fine, thanks.”

She settles down to right, wrapping her hands around her own mug. After a moment, she says, “Before…there was something you were going to say. Do you still want to say it?”

He stares down at his dark reflection in the tea, considering. “It’s nothing major, and it’ll pass.”

She shuffles, and then her hand slides along the table and into his view, stopping centimeters from his. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” she reassures. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“You don’t,” he says, raising his gaze to her. “You never have.”

It’s a bold confession from him, and he’s saddened to see her withhold a wince. Perhaps there are still some things she holds from the past, misplaced guilt in her role of situations beyond her control.

“Inoue.” He gingerly takes hold of her fingers, and struggles to find the right words. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Maybe it is.” She brings her hand around his, her grip warm and firm. “Whatever we face, it’s together, right?”

For a second he’s brought back to facing Yhwach. He’d asked Orihime to be his shield, to fight at his side against a foe of unknowable strength, for a future that wasn’t guaranteed.

How could he have been so foolish right now?

He can’t help but smile ruefully to himself. “Yeah, of course.” Then, after swallowing thickly. “Are you happy?”

It’s a sudden question, one he hadn’t thought to ask but had come forth anyway. Sensing how loaded it is, Orihime looks out the window in thought for several heartbeats. Her lips form a slow, sweet grin. "I am."

He tries to ignore the skip of his heartbeat, and the uncomfortable way his throat constricts. Before he can say anything, she continues, and her smile wavers slightly. "What about you, Kurosaki-kun? Are you happy?"

He thought it would take him longer to answer, but it comes to him with a few memories. The first is returning to everyone after Yhwach’s defeat. Despite the mix of emotions -- the melancholoy of Yhwach’s final words and the pinch of fear for the unknown ahead of them --  it all dulled away to an intense relief at seeing his friends. Uryu stood far away, watching as everyone rejoiced at seeing one another. Ichigo knew a conversation would be had some point, but the fact he was there was enough hope for him for now.

The second was his high school graduation. He grumbled on the day it on the day, and despite how mundane it would seem to many compared to what he’d achieved in other worlds, he felt a small sense of pride at having finished it. Isshin of course was an embarrassment on the day, one minutes shouting his praises about Ichigo and the next weeping about how he's grown so much. He'd taken a picture of him and his friends together, one that Orihime had a copy of on the wall near her bedroom door.

The last was watching Renji and Rukia get married, seeing their friends and the Shinigami happy for them. It was only then the peace truly hit him, that maybe he can gather the courage to tell Orihime how he truly felt. And the excitement and anxiety that came when she said she was free three days from then.

The nerves from before hadn't just come from a change in their relationship, from friendship to something more, but from the thought it could be disrupted by a new threat. But he had chosen this dangerous life, and she had joined him and others in it. They all know the risks, but they didn't have to always be hyper-vigilant. They had to live.

“Yeah, I am.”

At her widened grin, he remembers for a short period of time after Yhwach’s defeat when Orihime had put on smiles, attempting to mask the sadness and pain she truly felt. According to Tatsuki, it had been while he was in his comatose state after Aizen’s defeat. In both cases, that gradually changed.

In the face of everything that had come before and because she had the courage to in the face over everything that tried to take it from her, she still smiles and laughs. She helps others and protects Karakura Town. He can see why otherwise would under-estimate her – he may have once himself – but in truth, she’s probably one of the strongest people he knows. He’d grown to love her for those reasons and more.

And he loves her for it. He gets strength from her because of it. He can go into this peace with her because of it.

It’s only then he realizes he’s gotten closer to her, so much so her face takes up most of his view. She stares at him wide eyed, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed as she tries to stammer out his name. It's just like before in the convenience store; she'd captivated him with just a look.

“Ah, sorry,” he chokes out, but he barely leans back. It’s as if he’s frozen in place, and the only way to come unstuck is to lean forward.

With one last gaze flickering to her lips, he leans in. She does the same before he closes his eyes. He’s be ashamed to admit he’d imagined this at more than once, but it’s not how he expected it to be. It’s soft and awkward, both of them frozen in place, afraid to move despite how misplaced their lips had locked. He pulls back a little and tries again. If Orihime’s quiet, pleased sigh and the way his heart beats faster is any indication, it’s better.

A warmth spreads through him, radiating from his chest and thrumming through his fingers. He’s light-headed as they pull apart, and when their eyes flutter open, his heart skips a beat at seeing the softness in her expression. He’s with her, holding her hand,

When the haze of whatever this is has worn off, he’ll elaborate further on what bothers him. And when he does, she’ll listen intently, holding his hand, and smile when he he’s done, and be glad he told her. More than that, however, she’ll be glad they can go together into this newfound peace.

Dealing with the memories of the darker and weaker moments had become easier him and the others as time went on. He, Orihime, and their friends kept walking forward in the face of it, and eventually alongside it, and one day, past it as they forge their futures.

[aurora-313]

In all your readings, have you found another couple that functions perfectly as both platonic friends and as lovers as ichiruki do, but that is so underutilized by its creator in any capacity?

(Imagine Lisa easing out from Black and Blue, then she and Kaien are friends for a little while, then they see each other once a century.Fans of their relationship will be upset, and it will be their right. What will not be their right will be to act nasty about it. You know that you assume a risk with a WIP. )

Any author can do what they want with their story, but when you create expectations that you don't meet, people will be upset, especially if they pay you, and you use their friendship/romance as a selling pitch. I still don't get why people are upset on the people that are upset. Again being a WIP, doesn't mean that I have to like whatever direction the author chooses. I personally rarely take risks on WIPs, so I STARTED BLEACH AFTER IT WAS FINISHED AND I KNEW THE ENDING, and the false advertising still hit me. I fell for ichiruki, and the end and then the soul burriel chapter where they barely speak on the phone and Renji now replaced Rukia as Ichigo's friend was an 180degree if I ever saw one. I wonder if in the Hell Arc, they'll even recognize each other anymore..

P.S. Thank you for remembering Rukia in your fiction more than her creator does in canon.

(Please forgive me. This answer went on a ramble and I don't think I actually answered your question.)

I'm sure I've seen a few in my time.

The ones that readily leap to mind from my childhood are Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill from Stargate SG1, and Doctor Weir and Major Shepperd from Stargate Atlantis. Although I'm not sure the first duo count since there's multiple alternate universes where they do get hitched.

But onto Bleach. IchiHime fits under this category in my opinion: the 'under developed and under utilized' part.

Sure we have the 'love you in five lives' speech and the not-kiss, but"

One: Kissing an unconscious person that you're not in a committed relationship with is not cool. Under any circumstance.

Two: She's consistently scared shitless of Ichigo's powers and rejects his hollow, even though the Hollow is literally his soul manifest.

Three: Orihime repeatedly demonstrates she doesn't really understand how Ichigo works.

In the post-Deicide novels, Orihime was actively happy Ichigo didn't have powers anymore, only to reluctantly change her tune when she saw how thoroughly miserable he was without them.

It would've been great character progression to see Orihime delve into that personal stance: why was she happy about Ichigo being powerless? Because she legitimately didn't want him to get hurt anymore? Or relief that he wouldn't turn into a monster again?

And overcoming those personal scruples would've been a fantastic personal journey to see in the manga. Her coming to terms and reconciling her image of Ichigo being this heroic ideal and the flawed, deeply traumatized individual who had the capacity to be literally monstrous.

Orihime could've reexamined her feelings about ichigo at their core, and realise perhaps she doesn't actually love him after all. That she lusts after an ideal she's modelled in Ichigo's image. In realizing and coming to terms with that error, in abandoning her preconceived notions and actually seeing Ichigo for the first time, warts and all, Orihime could've paved the foundation to build a genuine friendship. Later possibly a romance.

If this was the journey Orihime went on through Bleach, taken entirely of her own accord, with a conclusion on her own terms? Then I wouldn't have been nearly as jarred by the epilogue. Ichigo's Oedipus complex aside.

But I digress.

Rukia was one half of the main duo that made Bleach compelling. And Kubo absolutely pushed her away after FKT, attempting (key word "attempting") to put Orihime in her place. Which is a frankly bizarre decision. Rukia is the "Death" to Ichigo's "Strawberry". She is the deuteragonist, the inciting incident to the whole story and the primary motivation for the first two arcs (Aizen's and Kisuke's century's long trans-dimensional chess match aside).

Ichigo pushed himself beyond breaking and learned skills well beyond his paygrade to save Rukia from unjust execution. In his desperation to achieve that goal, Ichigo had to learn to fly before he could crawl, ultimately mutilating his own powerset in the process.

In any other media, in any other story, that tends to be a giant glowing give away about the nature of his feelings, even if Ichigo wasn't entirely clear on them himself. Its the classic handsome knight rescuing the princess in the tower and riding off in the sunset to live happily ever after.

Yes, Ichigo went through the same motions to rescue Orihime from Aizen, but he had doubts about her. Even in his venture, Ichigo entertained the idea that Orihime had legitimately betrayed them. Then the narrative goes out of its way to demonstrate her presence was merely an excuse for Ichigo to settle his scores with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, and for Aizen to remove Soul Society's best weapon from play. Ichigo did personally want to save Orihime but he felt like he was conducting himself out of obligation, driven by his white knight/martyr complex. As soon as Ichigo felt Rukia's reiatsu flagging, he immediately shifted gears because 'Oh shit, gotta go save my totally platonic bestie first, bye!' and would've proceeded to do exactly that until Ulquiorra goaded him.

To me, Ichigo and Rukia is what made Bleach BLEACH. Their banter is what I loved about the first arcs, the teasing sprinkled with moments of heartfelt connection (in case you can't tell, its my favourite love language. Hence why Lisa and Kaien poke and tease each other all the time).

There's no 'Now I realise I why I wanted to save you' moment with Orihime in HM. She's narratively bait for Aizen's schemes and little more, as soon as she's safe-ish, Ichigo ditches and moves onto other grudge matches.

Then the final arc and the epilogue chapters roll around and I had to ask myself, is this even the same manga? Where's the Death and the Strawberry? Where is the bond that started ALL of this? Rukia is the woman who gave Ichigo the means to combat his despair, and they don't even talk anymore? You don't think Ichigo would've wanted to extend his congratulations for Rukia getting married? Having a kid? Getting prompted to Captaincy? Or anything to indicate they were friends at all?

(yes, Ichigo does in the novel but its telling one interaction between them is completely overshadows the story's 'main' pairing.)

My issue with TYBW and epilogue isn't the pairings - though that is a part. My issue is the narrative took great pains from the start to demonstrate Ichigo never felt like he belonged in the living world. His life was a dull tedious affair. The Fullbring arc reveals how much he actively hates Karakura and wants to leave ASAP.

Ichigo only began to truly LIVE once he gained shinigami powers (we'll ignore the fact he was only born and raised to be a weapon/universal battery). He loved every second of it, even when the power scared him and acted beyond his control. He fit into the realm of the dead far better than he ever did in the living.

Then Kubo turns around and claims; actually, NO. Ichigo's super content with exactly the same quiet kind of life he despised with every fibre of his being, living in a town he fucking hates and wanted to leave as soon as he graduated.

How does that shift in gears not raise serious red flags?

I'm not saying Ichigo had to go and live in Soul Society (though that was being set up thanks to the god-tier powers he'd been juiced with) but I did expect him to leave Karakura behind when all was said and done.

As a random-ish segue on the matter of friendship.

The Karakura gang feel like fair-weather friends more than anything else, excepting two circumstances: Ichigo and Chad (first arc) and Tatsuki and Orihime. Even then, those friendships become a stretch in later arcs before basically disappearing entirely. Sure, Chad, Ishida, Ichigo and Orihime have had life and death adventures together, but those scenarios were either a matter of self-preservation or wounded pride. Sometimes both.

But remove the supernatural circumstances, the Karakura gang felt like the average transient high school friendship. Circumstance brought them together, they would remain friends until graduation, then they'd all go their separate ways never to see each other again. Which is a sad state of affairs given Bleach's theme about the heart and nature of human connection.

But one must ask how strong those friendship really are when Ichigo will jump to the worst conclusion at the drop of a hat?

Orihime in Hueco Mundo, as stated above, Ichigo seriously entertained the idea she was a traitor until Ulquiorra claimed otherwise.

Chad with Xcution, Ichigo immediately assumed the worst intentions about it until Chad revealed he joined as a means to help Ichigo get his powers back.

Ishida joining the Quincy, Ichigo instantly assumed Ishida was 110% on board with the whole destroy reality plan until Ishida outright states 'I'm a double agent, you fucking dumbass.' (I give the Fullbringer arc incident a pass because Ichigo was not thinking clearly at the time)

It doesn't strike me as particularly strong or healthy when the first instinct is to immediately assume the worst.

But anyway, I shall get off my soapbox for now.

I do enjoy writing a great deal of Kaien, which means Rukia is inevitably involved given how intrinsically linked their stories are. Kind of hard to have a story about him and not have her in it. :D

I hope you continue to enjoy Kaien and Rukia in my writings. :)

[auburniivenus]

@orangeshinigami

IH WEEK 2023 ➞ DAY 01. TANABATA/PAST LIVES

[auburniivenus]

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

With   the   meticulous   precision   of   a   scholar   penning   ancient   symbols,   she   lovingly   penned   her   basic   requirements   upon   the   paper   of   her   market   list.   Her   refrigerator,   a   neglected   landscape   deprived   of   nourishment,   yearned   for   sustenance,   and   her   psychological   state   craved   the   comforting   solace   of   a   bento   acquired   from   the   nearby   store.   Uttered   phrases,   seemingly   in   jest,   hovered   amid   the   air   like   an   elegant   candelabrum,   casting   their   AFFECTIONATE   radiance   upon   her   soul.   She   turned   to   him   with   eyes   as   oblivious   as   a   fawn   in   the   dappled   woodland   light,   her   voice   as   dulcet   as   a   fallen   petal,   carrying   with   it   the   weight   of   her   inquisitiveness.

"A-Anou…"   She   uttered   tenderly.   "What   did   you   mean   by   that?   Would   you   like   to   engage   in   an   activity   together?"   Her   heart's   pulse   hastened   like   an   anxious   bird   longing   to   break   free   from   its   confinements,   and   warmth   rushed   through   her   veins   in   the   manner   of   daybreak's   first   glow.   Her   proficient   fingers,   once   dancing   elegantly   across   the   paper   like   a   seasoned   ballerina,   now   hesitated   midair   as   if   navigating   an   invisible   maze   entrenched   in   affectionate   sentiments.   Ever   so   subtly   leaning   towards   him   as   a   sunflower   seeks   the   sun's   gentle   touch,   her   shoulders   relaxed   and   inviting.   Her   lips   separated   slightly   in   anticipation   of   his   response.

[hatshepsuthypatia]

Ichihime Fic Prompt

Someone who has a brain and writing skills, and spare time on their hands. Here is a prompt for writing a canon-divergent drama-filled IH fic that I do not have the energy to write.

Just like the canon Ise Family Curse, where men of the family die after getting married to women of the Ise Family, there is another family in Soul Society that has been cursed with a similar fate - Kurosaki Family. Women who marry into the Kurosaki family (Masaki, Kaien's wife) die brutal deaths once marrying Kurosaki men. This of course led to Kurosaki Men swearing off marriage for good, which caused a worry among elders that the lineage would finish. An elder Kurosaki ancestor decides that it would be best not to disclose this information to Kurosaki men yet be passed to women of the household. So Kukkaku knows, but Kaien, Isshin didn't, and hence unknowingly married and later wives died brutally.

Ichigo and Orihime fall in love in the aftermath of the war. Ichigo thinks of asking her out when the dust settles but overhears Kukkaku conversation about this curse with Yoruichi. He also overhears his father ferociously arguing with the Sqaud 0 priest against Ichigo's eventual substitution as Soul King. Ichigo understands the weight of his powers and his limitations to lead a normal people life, and decides to romantically distance himself from Orihime, and live a detached human life until he inevitably becomes a corpse-like Soul King. He also decides never to marry.

Once they go back to school Orihime feels the distance and misunderstands it, so she tries to unsuccessfully close it. She also suffers from PTSD from War and ongoing anxiety due to this drama and her college finances, which eventually makes her spiral into anxiety attacks in school. Ichigo saves her from harming herself and they kiss, establishing a romantic connection. What happens next is a constant push and pull between them wanting and needing each other yet knowing the limitations of their love. Ichigo can't love her and she doesn't know that he loves her. Finally, Orihime finds out about the curse and Soul King's burden and tells him she doesn't care she would rather have a brief yet happy life. They spend some happy months together before Orihime is brutally attacked by CFYOW side story villains (the side story where go to West Japan to save his sisters) and Ichigo realizes he needs to break it off with her otherwise his presence might end up killing her.

He eventually distances himself. Orihime thinks they are done for good, and tries to move on with new people and her bakery job. Ichigo on other hand decides to find a way to break curse for once and for all. He also visits Squad 0 and Shunsui, explains that no matter what he will be an ally to Soul Society in exchange for never needing to become Soul King, saying he has become selfish over the years as he wants some things for his own now.

He eventually breaks the curse (some creative plot on this too) with the help of the gang sans Orihime. Once he breaks the curse, he decides to propose to Orihime (at Rukia's wedding) but she is already moving abroad to join a culinary school. He says he will wait for her just the way she waited for him. She replies she doesn't know when she will come back.

Fast forward after they both become working adults and she comes back to Karakura to open her bakery. Encounters Ichigo who with his work team had decided to visit a new hip cafe in town not knowing it was Orihime's. (~ Cue the Tokyo Ghoul Kaneki and Touma meeting between them). They finally meet and both confess their feelings. Side stories can be Renji-Rukia courtship to baby story with both acting like cheerleaders to main couple. Ishida's reconciling with father story and the crack romance between him and Riruka (cmon both of them are Tsundere fashion girlies who went from morally grey to morally right, they will be great together!). Tatsuki getting over her angsty gay crush on Orihime to date Chizuru. Chad's boxing career story and Chad briefly dating Andou Daniel who inspires him to take up boxing as a career (look up WKDALY)

[elyonholic]

ICHIHIME WEEK FIC RECS prompt: Engagement

— Hi! We are at the halfway point of IHweek and I don't want it to end. Doing this fic recs was really fun. okay now onto the prompt. Happy reading 🍓🍞

Fall on me, endlessly by alice hattercandy “What's the best way to answer a marriage proposal? Ask Orihime.”

Knot In Love by zabiume “Newly-married Rukia and Renji have never been shy about expressing gratitude to Ichigo for all he's done for them. But when the ever-turbulent substitute shinigami approaches them with a favor to ask, chances are they'll find themselves roped in for more than they bargained for.”

Meeting Family by iwillhaveamoonbase “Orihime's relatives want to meet Ichigo and he's not happy about it..”

Oedipus Complex by crystal dawn “When Ichigo refuses to act on his feelings for Orihime, Isshin does the only logical thing - he decides to marry her himself!”

Proposal by aurona X “The truth was, he actually did have something planned...”

Reverence by sesamerolls “Orihime processed his words, the bubbly feeling in her stomach and how difficult it seemed to breathe.”

🍓🍞 All The Credit to these Authors:

Alice hattercandy Aurona / Strawberry-lover (ffnet // tumblr) Crystal Dawn / Marshmallowbirb (ffnet // ao3) Iwillhaveamoonbase (tumblr // ao3) Sesamerolls Zabiume (tumblr // ffnet)