#Shiroichi week 2019

[thelilknight]

#ShiroichiWeek day 2: Sun and Moon

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week Day 3: Shakespeare

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown."

Honestly, I couldn't have written a better line for Ichigo myself. This just fit him so well! The poor sunshine boy... He deserves happiness, damn it!

Also long-haired Ichigo for the win... :3

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

hichiichi week: day 3 - shakespeare

tagging: @shiroxichigo <3

i read four of shakespeare’s plays to prepare for this prompt, since the last time i read him was like 10yrs ago haha. i had a great time reading his works, especially since i read ones i hadn’t before. i can definitely see how shakespeare is so lauded and why ichigo likes him so much!

title: let me finish

summary: ichigo is just trying to finish the play but shiro keeps distracting him - he finds a way to finish it anyways. includes a summary of shakespeare’s timon of athens.

“Ugh, why are you reading that shit, Ichi? Not like you’re gonna be able to glean anything else from that book. Just put it down already. I wanna do something else.” Shiro whined, lying on the bed while he flicked through apps on his phone.

Ichigo looked up from his book. “Shiro, it’s not shit, a, this is only a play from one of the greatest English playwrights of all time. B, you seem to be just fine messing on your phone. I’m almost done – leave me alone til I’m done.” He turned his attention back to his play. He was only one act away from finishing Timon of Athens and he wasn’t gonna let his boyfriend stall him any more than he already had. For a play that he could’ve easily read in a couple days, it had now taken him almost two weeks thanks to Shiro’s distractions.

Shiro huffed, “C’mon Ichi, it can’t be that interesting. It’s not even written in modern English; how can you understand it anyways?” Turning over and getting off the bed, Shiro walked the couple of steps to Ichigo’s desk, plucked the book Ichigo was reading out of his and tossed it on the desk. Firmly sitting himself in Ichigo’s lap, “I’m much more interesting, don’t’cha think?” Shiro asked with a lecherous grin

Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning towards his desk to get his book. “Shi, honestly, I’m almost done. You can’t wait another half an hour?” Ichigo started reading again, determined to finish the play even with Shiro on his lap.

Annoyed, Shiro frowned, trying to figure out how to keep Ichigo’s attention on him alone. With a smirk, Shiro started grinding on Ichigo, sure that if he could get Ichigo aroused enough he would put the book down voluntarily.

As Shiro started nibbling at his neck, Ichigo was tempted to laugh but stopped himself, knowing that that response wouldn’t be one Shiro would like. Shiro’s seduction wasn’t going to work (this time at least), not when he was only a couple of scenes from the end of the play.

“Tell me what you think about this,” Ichigo suddenly said, “the main character, Timon, is a well-loved person in Athens and he’s well-loved because he’s very generous with his friends. However, he learns he has a large debt; he goes to his friends who turn him away. What do you think of Timon?”

Intrigued, Shiro pulled back from the hickey he was making and sat up. “He sounds like an idiot. Why ya asking me?”

Ichigo continued, “So he’s an idiot. Does your opinion change when I tell you that, after his friends refuse to help him, he then decides to hold a feast that he invites him to?”

“Um, no, still an idiot. Dumber than I was originally thinking if he did that.”

“What if what he served his friends was only hot water with stones?”

Surprised at that, Shiro let out a little laugh. “Ha! He’s got more of a spine than you were letting me think! I wouldn’t’ve thought he coulda done that. Does he do anything else like that?”

Smirking, Ichigo replied. “Well, Timon, after serving water and stones, then herds everybody out his house. He then goes to live in the woods and finds gold there.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. He finds gold and, can you guess what he does next when people come up to him?”

“Lemme guess – that dumbass gives the gold away.”

“Yep.”

Shiro rolled his eyes. “He really is as dumb as I thought then. If he’s so stupid, why ya reading? He ain’t about ta change, clearly.”

“Well,” Ichigo replied, “he hates all people now since his so-called friends didn’t help him.”

Shiro stared. “And… giving out gold is him expressing he hates people?”

Ichigo laughed, “Yes, because he gives gold to prostitutes so they can spread disease, and he gives it to a military man so that he can burn the city down.”

“Oh, okay. Okay that makes sense then.”

“Ha, thought so.” Ichigo flipped a page, taking note that he was only a scene away from finishing the play.

“Okay, so, after he gives the money away, people from the Senate come to him hoping that he could calm the guy who’s burning the city.”

“But he’s not gonna do that!” Shiro interjects excitedly, “because he paid that guy to do that.”

“Exactly.” Ichigo smiles, finally hitting the last page of the play. Having finished, he throws the book on the desk and focuses back on Shiro. “He tells them they should go kill themselves and then he dies in the woods, hating people.”

“Serves them right after not helping him, “Shiro said with a grin.

“Haha, absolutely. And that’s the play.”

“That’s… it?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kind of short. Why did it take you so long to read it then?” Shiro asked innocently.

“What?!” Ichigo sat up suddenly, making sure to keep a hold of Shiro’s hips as he did so. “You kept distracting me! I could’ve totally finished it in a couple of days if you hadn’t been bothering me with one activity or the other every time I tried to read it.”

“One activity or the other? I remember only doing one activity with you these last two weeks.” Shiro said suggestively.

Ichigo blushed. “Yes, well, you could’ve lain off until I finished and we still coulda had the same amount of sex.”

“But where would the fun be in that?” Shiro pouted. “It was much more entertaining watching you fall for my charms, again and again, than you reading that English book.”

Rolling his eyes, Ichigo sat up, lifting Shiro with him. Moving over to the bed, he dropped Shiro on the bed, turning back around to straighten his desk. Shiro grabbed Ichigo before he could take a step, tugging with enough force to pull Ichigo onto the bed with him. After a minute of flailing, both were able to settle on the bed, Ichigo on top of Shiro. Staring into each other’s eyes, Ichigo leaned in to kiss Shiro. Thinking that finally he was gonna partake in their extracurricular activities, Shiro deepened the kiss, framing his legs around Ichigo’s, hands on Ichigo’s waist to bring him that much closer.

Pulling back, Ichio smiled and ran a hand through Shiro’s hair. “So, which play should I read next? Julius Caesar or Sonnets?”

Shiro groaned.

[thelilknight]

Shiroichi Week Day 1: Crown

It’s timmmmme!

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week 2019: AO3 Collection

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[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week Day 7: White

Rated: T

Summary: Yhwach was stealing Ichigo's powers... leaving behind a cold, empty nothingness in its place.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21085154

Everything was turning white, getting washed away, taken…

Ichigo could feel his powers draining from his body, flooding through his veins like the cursed blood he had inherited from mother.

His mother… the powers he inherited from her were fading away.

Yhwach. He was taking his powers. He was taking them. Ossan. Shiro.

"I won't allow this."

What was clearly Old Man Zangetsu's voice, but eerily similar to Yhwach's all the same, broke through the white.

"Ichigo, I don't know how long I can resist him, but you need to break free from his hold."

Ichigo gulped and inhaled deep, painful breaths. "I… I can't…"

"Don't waste your energy speaking," Ossan continued. "You need to focus. Grasp at the source of your power and break free from his grip."

Ichigo closed his eyes and attempted to meditate. It was difficult with the pain burning through his body. As he sank deeper into his soul, he occasionally saw red flashing across his vision. With every flash came a sharp jab of pain. He knew it was a race at this point as to who could reach the centre of his soul faster: Yhwach or himself?

"King…"

Ichigo gasped and snapped his eyes wide open. All he could see was white.

"Ichigo… it hurts…"

Ichigo spun in circles. "Shiro!? Shiro, where are you!?"

"Ichigo, please…"

Ichigo stomped his foot on the ground. "Zangetsu!"

Black cracks formed in the white. Ichigo stomped his foot again. He could see blue underneath the cracks. He roared and raised his spiritual pressure, forcing the white to shatter and reveal his inner world underneath.

Ichigo's stomach dropped. He saw Yhwach holding Shiro by the throat, blue veins connecting the two. Ichigo felt sick with fear. The last person on earth he thought he'd see in such a vulnerable position was his Zanpakuto.

"Let him go," Ichigo spoke, faster than he realized he'd even said anything.

"You cannot stop this, Ichigo Kurosaki. This is your purpose."

"I said, let him go!" Ichigo snapped and lunged at Yhwach. He brought his sword down on the Quincy King, but his attack was deflected. His sword flew from his hand and landed on the other side of the skyscraper. At the same time, a hand wrapped around his throat.

"King…" Shiro wheezed.

Ichigo clawed at the hand around his throat. He wheezed for air as he was lifted off the ground.

"King, here…" Shiro reached for Ichigo's hand.

Ichigo felt Shiro's hand and gripped it tight. His other hand locked around Yhwach's wrist.

"Sword…" Shiro wheezed.

Ichigo glanced at his weapon, tossed off to the edge of a skyscraper. Ichigo's eyes began to roll back.

"No, King…" Shiro squeezed Ichigo's hand tighter. "Here…"

It suddenly clicked. Ichigo groaned, which turned into a desperate cry. Shiro vanished in a white light, and Ichigo found a white Zanpakuto in his hand instead. He roared and plunged his Zanpakuto into Yhwach's stomach.

Yhwach grabbed the blade. "You can't stop me…"

"Get out!" Ichigo screamed, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Yhwach smirked. "You can't get rid of me-"

"GET OUT!"

Yhwach shattered.

Ichigo dropped to his knees. He panted. He smirked at the white blade in his hand. "We got this… right, Zangetsu?"

There was no verbal answer, but Ichigo could feel Shiro's presence flare up and his power flow through his inner world. Ichigo sighed in relief. He no longer felt Yhwach invading his mind. Instead, that lonely white was replaced with a soothing light.

Ichigo sighed in relief. He could do this... They could do this. Yhwach didn't stand a chance.

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week: Day 5 - Sword

Rated: T

Summary: Ichigo was a warrior, and warriors could never really sit still for long.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21070550

Ichigo was never without his sword.

Even when he was in school, in his body, he could feel the itch of his sword's bloodlust, Shiro's voice whispering in his ear.

Ichigo scowled. Shiro's restlessness was making it really hard to focus on his work.

'C'mon King, it's been ages since we've had a good fight.'

'Not my fault that there hasn't been any Hollows lately.'

'Hollows are child's play. I want to fight you, King. Can't let you get rusty.'

Rusty. Right. Like Ichigo considered that to be a bad thing. He was thankful that he hadn't had to fight. Hopefully, he wouldn't ever need to fight again.

But he could still feel that nagging itch under his skin a few days later. His fingers twitched restlessly. He wanted to feel the weight of his swords in his hands. Even more so, he wanted to experience the rush of releasing his Bankai, feel his power flooding through his body.

Ichigo could feel his heart racing and he shook his head. No. No way. He was fine. Everything was fine. It was another quiet day in Karakura, and Shiro was being his usual pouty self. There was nothing else going on.

But as Ichigo tried to fall asleep that night, he found himself unable to stay still. His legs kept bouncing and his fingers kept drumming against his chest. He felt like he had been sitting still for too long.

Then he heard it. The distant roar of a Hollow. He grabbed his badge before it even had time to scream at him and he pressed it against his chest.

'Finally.' Ichigo couldn't tell if that was Shiro speaking or himself thinking.

Shiro was right. God, Ichigo missed this.

He rushed out into the night, his two Zanpakuto already drawn. He felt his power surging through his body, giving him strength, as he flashed in front of his opponent. He took no joy in defeating the Hollow, but he did feel relief wash over him. Using his power again was like finally getting a glass of water after a hot summer day.

But as he watched the Hollow fade away, the itching sensation returned. It wasn't enough.

'C'mon King…' Shiro murmured. 'Let me fight.'

Ichigo sighed in submission. He put his swords away and returned home.

'King, please, I'm bored in here…'

"Yeah, yeah," Ichigo muttered to his empty apartment. "Just give me a minute, alright?"

Shiro was stunned into silence, then Ichigo felt a flood of his Zanpakuto's excited reiatsu.

Ichigo chuckled and shook his head. He climbed into his body, laid back on his bed and closed his eyes.

He could feel Shiro's presence tugging at his mind. And this time, he let Shiro pull him into his inner world. He was willing to humour Shiro, and secretly, Ichigo was excited to fight for real again too.

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week: Day 2 - Sun And Moon

Hello and welcome back to HichiIchi week! For day 2, I'm serving up a bit of my classic "enraged/dark Ichigo". If you know me, then you know I'm a sucker for making the hero (although pure in motives) also have a taste for the "dark side" we'll say. Lmao

In this case, I like exploring the idea that Ichigo likes fighting. He's a warrior. He fights to protect, yes, but his soul manifested into a blade, and not a shield. That's a bad summary but I think you get what I mean??

Anyways, happy reading!

Rating: T

Summary: The sun burns hot and the moon is dark and cold. The sun is the centre of our galaxy while the moon merely flows with the Earth. Without the sun, the moon cannot shine. But without both, the world would never be the same. / Ichigo, enraged, enters his Inner World, looking for the only person he could fight to relieve some of his anger.

Ichigo shook with rage, his hands tightly balled into fists to the point that his knuckles had turned white.

"Are you alright?" Old Man Zangetsu asked.

Ichigo was expecting this question when he entered his inner world, but all the same, he didn't want to answer. "No."

The old man frowned, and the look stung Ichigo with guilt just like he knew it would, which was why Old Man Zangetsu wasn't who Ichigo was looking for today.

The Old Man didn't deserve his rage. No one really did, but if he didn't find a way to calm down, then Ichigo was certain that he was going to rush after the bastards who hurt his sister and beat the first poor soul he found into a bloody pulp.

He flinched at the thought. That wasn't him. This wasn't him. He refused to let rage consume him and hurt those around him.

So he knew he had no choice except to turn to the one person that could keep up with him in this state. The person who claimed to be the embodiment of Ichigo’s darkest instincts: his Inner Hollow.

"What are you doing here?" Old Man Zangetsu pressed.

Ichigo turned a sad frown towards the man. He supposed he could fight his Zanpakuto - Zangetsu would be strong enough to handle him… but Zangetsu didn't deserve his anger, and Ichigo wouldn’t be able to bring himself to fight at the level he needed to in order to get his anger out.

Not that Shiro really deserved his anger either, but he would be easier to fight, Ichigo wouldn't feel as guilty… no, Ichigo would definitely feel guilty afterwards, but the Hollow would urge him on in the meantime just enough to make Ichigo forget about holding back. That’s what he needed: to completely let loose.

His inner world was scorching today. He knew it must've been tied to his anger. The air rippled from the heat, and the sun was almost too bright to look at.

“Ichigo, I’ll ask you one more time-”

“Step aside, Zangetsu, please,” Ichigo begged.

Zangetsu frowned. “Why are you here?”

Ichigo sighed and glanced around his inner world. “I’m here to fight,” he simply said.

Zangetsu straightened his posture. “You never come here to fight.”

“I know…” Ichigo sighed.

“And you’re not here to spar?”

Ichigo blinked.

The old man held his curious and somewhat disappointed expression. “You said you were to fight, not spar. There is a difference, Ichigo.”

“What do you mean?”

“To spar is merely training, but I can tell from the emotions burning through your inner world right now that you’re not looking to train. Allow me to warn you, Ichigo, drawing your sword with the intention to harm is not the action of a protector.”

Zangetsu’s words, though wise, only served to further ignite the anger burning in Ichigo’s chest. He spoke with a growl, “Don’t you think I know that!? That’s why I’m here. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. This isn’t who I am.”

“Then relax.”

Ichigo grabbed his sword and plunged it into the skyscraper beneath him. “Don’t you think that if I could relax, then I would have done that already!? Can’t you see what I see outside? You saw what those bastards did! And I’m doing…” Ichigo gulped, unsure if he really wanted to admit this or not. In the end, he decided it was the only way to plead his case to Zangetsu. “I’m doing everything I can right now to stop myself from chasing after them. They don’t have powers like me… it wouldn’t be fair. I’d…”

“You’d what?” Zangetsu pressed. “Kill them?”

Ichigo flinched at the word ‘kill’. “No, I would never do that! But... me going after them would be worse than killing them.”

Zangetsu sighed, and the world descended into silence, other than the wind.

Ichigo removed his sword from the building beneath him and then slowly dropped to his knees. He was still shaking with rage. He needed to release this energy before it tore its way out of him, but if Zangetsu wouldn’t help him, then what could he do? He couldn’t summon Shiro, at least, Ichigo didn’t think he could.

Then something caught his eye. Where he had stabbed into the skyscraper, and where there should have been rubble from the building, was instead something orange. Where there should have been a hole instead looked like a crack in a mirror. And in this mirror was an inverted version of Ichigo’s inner world.

Ichigo raised his Zanpakuto and thrust it into the ground again.

Zangetsu’s eyes widened. “Ichigo, what are you doing!?”

Ichigo ignored him, placing his sword on his back and using his hands to tear open the crack he’d made in the world.

"Ichigo, you mustn't go to him!"

But Ichigo’s ears had become deaf to reason. He dove into the inverted world, landing on an orange skyscraper. When Ichigo turned to look back at the crack, he watched as it sealed itself up.

Ichigo knew that should worry him, that perhaps he had just made a huge mistake, but he only felt satisfied. This inverted world was oozing with Hollow spiritual pressure. He knew that Shirosaki wasn’t too far away, and therefore his goal was within reach.

This world was much colder than Ichigo’s. It didn’t simmer with his rage, but instead, it was almost cold enough for Ichigo to see his breath. It reminded Ichigo of Hueco Mundo, especially with the moon sitting high in an endless black sky.

Ichigo took a few steps and heard the sound echo. This world was also much quieter than his own - there was no wind or any signs of life.

A ping of sadness struck Ichigo’s heart. He wondered if Shiro felt as isolated as Ichigo felt now. It was so quiet and still like there was no one else here. Except, Ichigo knew that Shiro was somewhere in this world, but Shiro never had Ichigo around. That only saddened Ichigo more.

Ichigo kept walking. He lept from skyscraper to skyscraper, looking for any sign of white on the orange and black buildings. Eventually, Ichigo came to a tower that looked nothing like any of the skyscrapers around it.

The tower was made entirely of gray stone. It had large, slightly-tinted-red windows. It was then that Ichigo noticed the moon only reflected in the red windows, not at all in the skyscrapers. The windows on the skyscrapers were only black. They didn’t even reflect Ichigo’s face back at him.

This world was cold and empty, but Ichigo also found it somewhat beautiful in its own eerie way. He chuckled: this world was most certainly Shiro’s home.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to come for a visit,” Ichigo heard Shiro speak before he spotted him sitting on the edge of a balcony. “And to what do I owe the pleasure of his majesty gracing me with his presence?”

Ichigo couldn’t help but smirk. He found it funny that Shiro was referring to him as ‘majesty’ when it was Shiro himself who looked like royalty sitting up in his castle. He sat - or rather, he was almost laying down - on the railing of the balcony. He had one arm hanging loosely over the side of the railing, his sword hanging from the black bandages Shiro held in his hand.

“I’ve come to ask for a favour,” Ichigo replied.

Shiro quirked a brow. “A favour?” He sat up, yanking on the bandages around his sword and catching the hilt, all in one swift motion. “And what could I possibly do to help you?”

Ichigo didn’t miss the bitterness in Shiro’s voice. He phrased his next sentence carefully, “Well, it’s not exactly a favour. I’m just here to see if you’d like to fight.”

Shiro’s lips twitched into a smirk. “You want to fight me, hmm, King? Are you sure about that?”

“Positive,” Ichigo answered, determined. He drew his sword.

Shiro snickered. “And what if I refuse?”

Ichigo was stopped dead in his tracks. He never expected Shiro to actually refuse a chance to fight him. It just didn’t seem like something he’d do.

“A-Are you refusing?” Ichigo sputtered out in question.

Shiro cackled and shoved himself off the balcony. He landed gracefully on his feet. He swung his sword in his hand, slowly, back and forth like a pendulum in a clock. “That’s not what I said, King. I asked you what would you do if I refuse?”

Ichigo tried to read Shiro, searching for an ulterior motive in his question.

“Why don’t you just tell me what you mean?” Ichigo questioned. “Is this one of your riddles?”

Shiro chuckled. “Aww, King, but where would be the fun in just tellin’ ya what I mean when you could guess? You’ve got brains. You can figure it out.”

Ichigo scowled and pointed his sword at Shiro. “Are you going to fight me, or not?”

Shiro shook his head, his lips shifting into a disappointed scowl. “Nah. I’m not gonna fight ya. I don’t feel like it.” Shiro turned away from Ichigo and placed his sword on his back. He hummed as he moved towards the doors of the tower.

Ichigo inhaled sharply, his anger reaching the boiling point. He rushed towards Shiro with a growl and swung his sword in a diagonal motion. Shiro spun around, meeting Ichigo’s blade with his own. If this was anyone else, Ichigo would have been surprised by Shiro’s reaction time.

“Why the hell not!?” Ichigo snapped.

Shiro chuckled and pushed Ichigo back a meter or two. “Did you just attack someone with their guard down?”

“Don’t insult me, Shiro,” Ichigo spat. “You didn’t drop your guard, not for a second. Your hand didn’t even leave your sword.”

Shiro cackled. “So, you’re not as dumb as you look. Gonna answer my question now?”

“You…” Ichigo suddenly felt numb as it dawned on him. “You… knew I would attack you even if you said no?”

Shiro tilted his head, a crooked smile on his lips. “Why so shocked, King? After all, I know ya better than anyone.”

Ichigo’s grip tightened on his sword, and he could feel sweat clinging to the back of his neck. “You’re wrong. You don’t know me.”

Shiro rolled his eyes. “Don’t insult me, King. You and I are more alike than you think. You know why you came to me? Truly? Because I already know your little secret. You like the rage."

Ichigo gulped. “No, I don’t-”

Shiro cut off Ichigo’s denial with a loud laugh. “Oh, yes you do! You could have cooled off in any number of ways. You could have showered, read a book, took a nap… but no, you came all the way to this world just to fight little ol’ me. You wanted that rage to boil over.”

Ichigo fell into silence.

“You wanted to let your anger control you. It’s the same reason that humans break things when they’re upset. But if you let your anger out in the real world, people would see what you really are…”

“Shut up.”

“You’re a monster, King.”

“Shut the hell up! That’s not me! You’re the monster!”

"It's easy to blame me, huh?" Shiro cackled. "It's easy to say that all your rage and hate is my doing, that you wouldn't dare strike someone for some reason other than to protect your loved ones, right? But here's what you fail to grasp: I am you. I don't exist if you don't exist. Don't you get it?"

“I said shut up!” Ichigo roared and rushed towards Shiro again.

Shiro cackled and met Ichigo’s blade with his own. He struck Ichigo’s sword with twice the force Ichigo had and sent Ichigo’s blade flying from his hand. Before Ichigo could recover his sword, Shiro threw his blade into the skyscraper in front of Ichigo to block his path.

Shiro ran at Ichigo and knocked him onto the ground. He pinned Ichigo against the orange building and grabbed Ichigo’s wrists.

“Get off of me!” Ichigo shouted.

Shiro grinned in his face. He remained still as Ichigo’s spiritual pressure lashed out around them. Shiro shook his head, “Oh, King… You’re such a fool.”

Ichigo struggled to break free, glaring murder at his Inner Hollow. “Shiro, I swear to-”

“Shut up, Ichigo.”

Ichigo flinched and went silent. His name combined with Shiro’s tone (which had shifted from amusement to anger) stunned him into silence.

“Now relax,” Shiro’s tone softened, if only a bit. “Yer gonna get yourself killed if you keep raging like this. It isn’t becoming of a King, but more like a spoiled brat.”

Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but Shiro cut him off.

“You don’t get to barge in here and demand that I deal with your temper tantrum. I get it, some humans hurt your sister and you're pissed. And you’re not satisfied with just telling them off but that’s all you can do. Your human world has laws that you have to follow, and you have morals that you can’t break. So, your next logical step was to find someone that you can fight and blow off some steam. Then you realized that your anger was too strong to shove on your friends, so you came to me, thinking that I’d be more than thrilled to fight you just because you asked. You didn’t expect me to question you. That about sum things up?”

Ichigo blinked and released a small sigh. “Yeah,” he huffed, “that about sums things up.”

Shiro chuckled. He loosened his grip on Ichigo’s wrists, but he didn’t let go. “Shoulda just been honest with me, King. You can’t hide shit from me, even if you want to.”

“I didn’t think I’d have to explain anything to you.”

Shiro’s grip tightened on Ichigo’s wrists again. “I’m not a tool you get to use, Ichigo. You should know better than that.”

“You’re right…” Ichigo admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Shiro’s grin widened, and he finally released Ichigo’s arms. He slid a hand over one side of Ichigo’s face and through his hair before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Ichigo’s forehead. “I thought I meant more to you than that.”

“I already said I’m sorry…”

Shiro snickered and placed kisses down Ichigo’s neck. “Mhm…” He moved his lips to Ichigo’s ear. “But maybe I oughta remind you anyways…”

Ichigo shivered, and Shiro considered that a victory. He sealed his lips over Ichigo’s. Shiro didn’t give Ichigo a chance to fight for dominance, sliding his tongue between Ichigo’s lips before Ichigo could react.

Shiro heard Ichigo groan, and Shiro could feel the vibrations as he gently squeezed Ichigo’s neck. Shiro leaned back, a string of saliva connecting his and Ichigo’s lips. He chuckled at the flushed look on Ichigo’s face. “Feel better?”

Ichigo panted. “Fuck you.”

Shiro laughed and climbed to his feet. He retrieved his sword from the skyscraper and stepped back from Ichigo. “Alright, grab yer sword. Now I’ll fight ya.”

Ichigo groaned, this time from annoyance, and tried to ignore the pinpricks of arousal spreading across his body. Of course, now Shiro wanted to fight. But Ichigo climbed to his feet and grabbed his sword anyways.

He did feel better, actually. Now he met Shiro’s grin with a smirk of his own as their swords struck.

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week Day 4

Rain

Summary: Shiro finds his King out in the rain.

Rating: T

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21062366

"Idiot. Yer soaking wet."

Ichigo looked up, a hint of shock on his otherwise numb features. He blinked slowly and slumped back against the building. "You… what are you doing here?"

"Tch," the Hollow-Zanpakuto rolled his molten-gold eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm picking yer dumbass up."

Ichigo scowled and turned brown eyes - now dark as black coffee - to the ground. "I didn't ask for your help."

"And I didn't ask to be stuck with a fuckin' moody ass teenager as a wielder. Guess we can't all get what we want."

"Then take over my body or something."

Shirosaki snorted, his lip curling upwards to reveal sharp teeth underneath. "You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Then you could hide from all yer problems. And you wouldn't have to see Yuzu n Karin's faces when they hear that their big brother is never coming home."

"Shut up. Don't joke about shit like that."

"Then get yer fuckin' act together!"

Ichigo flinched.

"Yer too powerful to die out here in the cold, idiot. At least die in battle."

Ichigo huffed in protest, but when Shiro extended his hand to him, Ichigo took it. Shiro yanked Ichigo to his feet and then lifted Ichigo into his arms.

"Don't carry me like a damsel in distress!" Ichigo protested.

"Then don't act like one," Shiro spat back. He only held Ichigo tighter, and Ichigo was actually thankful. He leaned against Shiro a bit more and sighed. He didn't think he had the strength to walk home… not after sitting out in the rain for as long as he had.

"What were you thinking, anyway?" Shiro asked. "Running off like that… it's not like you to avoid battles."

"I wasn't avoiding a battle. I was avoiding people. There's a difference."

"Not from what I can tell." Shiro started walking. "You're not a coward, Ichigo. And you shouldn't keep all your emotions bottled up. You need to learn to talk to people."

Ichigo sighed, his breath floating out in front of his face in a cloud of white. "I know. It's just… easier to swing a sword than to avoid answering Karin's questions."

"She's asking about you being a Shinigami. You should tell her the truth."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"She could get into big trouble."

Shiro rolled his eyes. "She could get into bigger trouble if she doesn't know what's out there. And if you're worried that she's gonna freak out about you fighting Hollows-"

"Which, of course, she is. And Yuzu will too."

"Let me finish." Shiro frowned. "All you have to do is show her that she's got nothing to worry about. Her big brother is kind of an expert at killing Hollows, after all."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Che. I would. When's the last time a Hollow actually beat you up?"

Ichigo paused to think.

Shiro grinned at the silence. "Exactly. See? You're fine. And she's gonna be fine learning the truth. Plus, she's probably even more worried about you because she can tell that you're avoiding her. Just be honest with her."

"There's one more thing…" Ichigo slowly closed his eyes. "Dad doesn't want them to know."

"Screw yer old man."

"Shiro!"

"What? I'm serious! To hell with him. He puts too much pressure on you. You're gonna drop dead, and then what would I do?"

Ichigo chuckled softly at that. "Right, because this is all about you."

"Duh."

Ichigo sighed and snuggled Shiro. "I'll think about it."

"Well, you have time." Shiro carried Ichigo to his house, hopping up to his window. "You don't want your sisters to see you soaking wet if you do decide to speak with them."

"You're right..."

Shiro smirked. "Of course I am. You should really listen to me more often."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Okay, put me down... I'm gonna go shower."

Shiro pouted mockingly. "Aww, but I was having fun carrying you."

Ichigo wiggled out of Shiro's arms and dropped onto his bed. Shiro smirked as he slipped inside Ichigo's bedroom and closed the window behind him. Ichigo gathered some clothes and disappeared down the hallway.

When Ichigo returned, Shiro was resting on the bed. Ichigo wasted no time slipping into bed next to Shiro.

"You feel much warmer now," Shiro commented as he hugged Ichigo from behind.

Ichigo slowly nodded. "The shower helped. But I'm probably going to catch a cold because of this."

"And whose fault is that?"

Ichigo huffed. "Don't rub it in."

Shiro brushed Ichigo's hair with his fingers. "Well, maybe you should just fall asleep, let me hold ya and keep ya warm... tucked here under the blankets..."

"Mmm..." Ichigo hummed as Shiro covered him with the blankets. "That sounds good."

Shiro chuckled and pulled Ichigo close once more. He held his King close as Ichigo fell asleep. Shiro placed a kiss on Ichigo's forehead, noticing that he seemed a little feverish, but Ichigo could use a few days of bedrest anyways.

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week Day 6: Empty

Rated: M

Summary: Hollows usually have a set amount of emotions, so these extra emotions that Shiro has confuses him. There’s one thing that Shiro knows for sure, however, and it’s that Ichigo makes him feel whole.

Because there’s smut, I’m just sharing the AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21084824

[shiroxichigo]

HichiIchi Week AO3 Collection

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[smorgasbordofobsessions]

hichiichi week: day 1 - crown

i’m glad to have found this even a couple months ago! everyone has been really nice and we all panicked when there was only a week left until the official start of this event, haha.

tagging: @shiroxichigo the great host of the event <3

here’s the thing i wrote for today’s theme - crown

title: a little help, please

summary: ichigo is the heir to the throne of his kingdom and he’s exhausted from all duties he has to carry out. shiro offers to give him a day of rest.

“Ya know, Ichi, I can take over duties for a while, it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I know that, Shi, but it’s my duty to carry out my obligations, and I shall do so.”

Shiro sighed, turning from the window so he faced his twin. Fiddling with the mandarin collar of his shirt, Shiro continued, “Just because it’s your ‘duty’ and your ‘obligation’ doesn’t mean you have to. Plus, ‘s not like anyone would know if you were gone.”

With a scoff, Ichigo looked away from the mirror to face Shiro fully. “They would know immediately, and you know it. You can’t help but advocate for violence first, even if it’s over a simple dispute. The advisors would know I wasn’t there just from that alone, regardless of how alike we look.”

Shiro, clad in a long-sleeved red top with embroidered yellow dragons and matching pants walked over to where Ichigo was sitting by the vanity, shoulders slumped and arms crossed, clearly not looking forward to yet another day of tedious arguing over how the kingdom had to be managed. Shiro rested a hand on Ichigo’s shoulder, the other under his chin to lift his face up. Making sure that they were making eye contact, Shiro softly said, “Ichigo, if you think I can’t control myself for just one day for your sake, you don’t know me. I can see that you need a break from your princely duties and I want to do this for you. Please, let me do so?”

Shiro had moved his hand to cup Ichigo’s cheek, making sure to couple his words with tender affection. Ichigo looked reluctant, unwilling to let his brother suffer the ennui of administration and rancor of the advisors. He looked back down, messing with the hem of his yellow silk shirt. He was still unsure about shirking his duties, even if he knew he needed the break. He was fraying at the edges. His father’s disappearance (he refused to consider him dead without real proof) left the kingdom open to too much hostility from outsiders and from the Court. He was lucky that he was already Heir to the Throne so that was one less thing to worry about, but the politicking and the machinations of the Court were grating on his nerves.

“If,” Shiro made an inquisitive sound,” if I allow you to go in my place today, will you promise me to keep calm and act like me, please? I know I need the respite but, please, Shiro, please don’t agitate them more than they already are,” Ichigo begged.

It hurt Shiro to hear Ichigo beg so much. He couldn’t remember the last time Ichigo said ‘please’ so much, maybe when they were kids asking for extra sweets from their father? Shiro hated hearing it, knowing that the begging was only confirming how stressed Ichigo was.

Sighing, Shiro moved his hand from Ichigo’s silk clad shoulder to cup Ichigo’s face, taking a small step forward that made his brother sit up straighter to maintain eye-contact.

“No one will know the difference,” he replied softly. With a smirk, he continued, “Hey, I’ll be on such good behavior they’ll wonder why you’re acting so well.”

Closing his eyes as he smiled, Ichigo leaned into Shiro’s body, resting his head on his torso. He wrapped his arms around as well, hugging Shiro from the middle. “Thank you, Shi.”

“Ichigo, for you, and you alone, of course.”