#beta urahara kisuke

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[New AO3 Fic!] Cat Paws

by renaX

It starts off inconspicuously: with a tattoo of cat paws.

There was nothing in Hueco Mundo, and the human world had Ichigo. There was no other place he could stay. Grimmjow stayed with Ichigo, and Ichigo willingly let him stay.

It ends with cleaning, cooking, and fighting over the remote. And other everyday things that Arrancar has never heard of.

But it's still wonderful.

Words: 32546, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: No beta we die like Aizen's plans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Post TYBW, I don't agree with the ending of bleach and I'm writing my own, Romantic story - Freeform, from Ichigo and Grimmjow to lovers, The story of the Grimmichi and their everyday lives, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Ichigo die for a moment, Arrancar Kurosaki Ichigo, No beta we die like Azien's plans

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Bleaching Gotham Orange

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TnsRJwy by Arcady_Dacron Ichigo is traveling with Chad for his heavyweight tournaments and found themselves in Gotham. Enough said. Words: 6229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga), Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Kurosaki Ichigo, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Urahara Kisuke, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Doctor Fate, Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Rukia, Sado "Chad" Yasutora, Dick Grayson Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Sado "Chad" Yasutora Additional Tags: Female Kurosaki Ichigo, Bruce Wayne Being an Idiot, Bruce wanting to adopt an outlier?, One-Shot, I love BAMF anime characters in western stories?, No Beta, No beta readers but I will happily accepts if you want to, Minor Abarai Renji/Kuchiki Rukia read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TnsRJwy

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Come What May

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by AiTsuki97

The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and to love in return.

Words: 14613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, Yamada Hanatarou, Aizen Sousuke

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: IRWEEK2023, Moulin Rouge rewrite, Alternate Universe, no beta we die like satine, sorry thats messed up, This is Moulin Rouge, you know whats coming

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[ideassinresolver]

I'm looking beta reader!

They english is not my mother tongue and I need someone to help me correct the mistakes in the fanfic that I am writing.

At this moment I am in my first stories and are in the universe of Bleach. It is a time travel story with some Uraichi that will be added in the future, so to continue I will leave the link to the series in case someone wants to see what the story and the horrors that I make with spelling and pronouns.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1843771

[feelingfredly]

It’s Not Easy Being Green

Another Bleach-verse Bit

“Ow! Shit! Kisuke,” Ichigo called from the bedroom, “what the hell?  Why do you have the damn dresser booby-trapped?”

Kisuke frowned a little to himself as he headed down the hallway.

“Did you try to open the drawer I told you was off limits?”

The redhead came out shaking his burned hand.  His eyebrows were drawn tightly together in pain and he glared.

“I was just trying to put the laundry away.  Tessai was finishing up the dango and he asked me to put your clothes in the drawer.  He didn’t tell me I should get combat pay for doing his chores.”

Kisuke sighed.  Tessai designed the seal on the chest, so opening it was no trouble for him.  No one else had ever had access to Kisuke’s private rooms until recently. It probably didn’t even occur to him that Ichigo wouldn’t be able to open it; Kisuke had given him free access to every other aspect of the Shōten… even the labs.  The dresser shouldn’t have been an issue.

But somehow it was.

Kisuke snagged Ichigo’s hands and murmured a healing kidō spell, allowing the green glow to fill the space between them instead of an explanation.

“I’m sorry you were injured, Ichigo-kun.” Kisuke dropped a quick kiss to the younger man’s temple.  “Better, now?”

Ichigo flexed his fingers, his scowl fading into something more like curiosity.

“Yeah, thanks.” Ichigo jerked a thumb in the direction of the bedroom.  “I dropped the laundry, though.  Sorry.”

Kisuke patted him on the shoulder, and gently pushed past him in the narrow hallway.  “That’s understandable in the circumstances.  I will take care of it.  Why don’t you go to the kitchen and see if Tessai-san has anything else you could help with?”

Ichigo gave him a look and Kisuke braced himself for questions that never came.  He wasn’t that surprised.  Ichigo, of all people, understood the value of privacy.  Instead, the redhead reached up and gave him a tender kiss, an unusual exhibition of affection that said clearly that as far as he was concerned, whatever Kisuke was keeping hidden was okay. Then, he wandered off towards the front of the house.

Kisuke watched him walk away.  He was an amazing man, and Kisuke knew he was lucky things had worked out the way they had.  So much of what he’d done could have tipped the scales against him.  He would never have known this acceptance.  This peace.

The sex was nothing to sneeze at, either.

The bedroom door was ajar, and he closed it behind him.  The pile of green fabric on the floor in front of the dresser was a silent testament to the truth of Ichigo’s explanation, not that he’d ever believe a Kurosaki capable of such bald-faced lying.  If he’d wanted in the drawer, he’d simply have pestered Kisuke until he gave in. And Kisuke would have.  It was a sad truth that there was nothing he would deny his love if he asked.  He was just grateful that Ichigo had restraint enough not to push.

The seal on the drawer was intact but had changed from gold to red to show that someone had interfered with it.  Tessai had created it in the months after their banishment to the Living World, realizing quickly that there was going to be a need to be able hide things from prying eyes if they were going to actually try to live among the humans.

A grimace twisted Kisuke’s lips.  The whole thing was overly dramatic and sentimental.  Shinji would harass him unmercifully if he knew, and that would come after Hiyori had her turn tormenting him.

He unraveled the seal and opened the drawer, parting the protective layer of silk that covered the contents.

Kisuke ran the jinbei through his fingers, marveling at how well the fabric held up under the protective seal.  No one would believe it was almost a hundred years old.

Well, everyone who knew him would believe it, but still, it really was in unusually good shape.

Castaway in the human world, with no lab and no materials he’d struggled with his first gigai. Tessai and the Visored had preferred to remain in their spirit forms rather than deal with the problems of fitting into a world not meant for them.  Kisuke, though, had realized that they would need something to bargain with if they were ever to regain even footing with Soul Society.  He needed to find something to trade on that would ensure their safety.  Something Soul Society would not want to lose once they’d gotten it, and to do that, he had to tap the local resources.

He’d been in Soul Society for so long that he hadn’t realized how difficult it would be to fit in.  He was too tall.  Too blond. He was lucky that there’d recently been an influx of Europeans, and he’d taken advantage of the new political climate. He created a history for himself as the son of missionaries from Nagasaki who moved to the area outside Tokyo after they died. It didn’t matter that he knew next to nothing about the religion; none of the locals knew anything about it either.   All his neighbors cared about was that he was able to fix almost anything, from ox-carts to fevers, was hard-working, and respectful of the locals and their customs.

He’d worn something akin to his shihakusho in the beginning out of habit, but it drew too much attention.  He didn’t want to look like someone ready for a fight, because that was usually how you found you found yourself in the middle of one. Kimono were too restrictive for some things, and when he wore samue, he found that dressing like a Buddhist priest made people want you to act like one.

One blistering hot summer day, though, he’d been called to a nearby farm to help with a broken irrigation pump and well.  He’d sweated through his kimono in no time, dripping miserably as he and the nine-year-old eldest son of the household repaired the ancient pipes.   His mother had been widowed the year before when her husband ran afoul of a wild boar in the woods, and Kisuke knew she was struggling to keep the household afloat. Many of the elders had pushed for her to remarry, but she refused. She was determined to keep her independence, and to make the property that had meant so much to her husband profitable, and Kisuke couldn’t help but feel a kinship with someone else struggling to support so many who depended on them.

Luckily, he’d developed a reputation as a fair businessman and when he suggested that she wait to pay him for his services until after the harvest season she accepted gratefully, and they’d agreed on a price that she could pay when funds became available.

It was only a few days later, though, that he’d received a package.   It was neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with a length of expensive silk ribbon.  The little boy who delivered it looked just like his older brother but had handed over the package with a series of jerky bows before running off without saying a word. The note that accompanied it simply said, “A humble gift for you, Urahara-san. May it bring you comfort in the days to come.”

The green was muted, a small gray stripe marking the texture of the fabric.  The shoulder-seams were loosely sewn to allow air movement, and Kisuke marveled that the woman had been able to produce something of such fine quality in such a short period of time.

He’d changed into it immediately, the jinbei wrapped comfortably around him, and Tessai had raised an eyebrow at the style.

“Doesn’t it suit me, Tessai-san?” he’d asked. Tessai had just shrugged.

He wore it all summer and every time he washed it, he marveled at the quality of it and sent gracious thoughts to the woman who’d given him such an unusually useful gift.

It wasn’t until September, after the rice had been harvested, that Kisuke saw the woman again.

“Urahara-san,” she greeted him.  She was standing over a basket of chestnuts at the grocer's stall and she looked truly pleased to see him.  “This is most fortuitous! I was hoping to run into you.”

Kisuke bowed deeply.  The woman was handsome, and the colorful layers of her kimono set off the healthy color of her skin and the sparkle in her eyes.

“I am happy to see you well, Ogawa-san.” He dipped his head again. “I could not resist the call of the chestnuts.  A friend told me I could expect them at the market today, and I can see that he was not mistaken.”

Ogawa-san nodded again.  Her impulsive smile faded when she realized that he was wearing the jinbei she had given him, and she inclined her head in the direction of the end of the row of shop stalls.

“If you could perhaps delay your chestnut hunt a few minutes longer, there is something I wish to discuss with you.”

She turned to the young woman walking with her. “Akko-chan, would you please find your brother?  I believe he ran down to the blacksmith’s shop to ask about the nails I ordered.  I will meet you by the potter’s stall in a few minutes and we can pick up the new teapot. Hm?”

The girl looked at Kisuke curiously but did as her mother bid.

“She is a good girl,” Ogawa-san said, watching her hurry away. “She tolerates all of her mother's whims. I have been very lucky since my husband died. And it all culminated with a broken water pipe.”

Kisuke looked at her enquiringly.  It was unusual for a woman to be as forthright as Ogawa-san, but she’d shown before that she wasn’t a typical farmer’s wife.

“I hope you will bear with me for a moment, Urahara-san.” She looked a little nervous, but she flexed her fingers minutely in the edges of her kimono sleeves and stiffened her spine. “When my husband died, I didn’t know what to do.  I had helped him, as a wife should, but I admit I had ideas about the farm that troubled his traditional mind. Notions of how things might be done more efficiently, or safely. Someday. And then suddenly I found myself in a position to create something that would be a huge help to the rice farmers, and I gambled everything I had on making it work.”

Kisuke walked silently along, his mind spinning.  He had heard a few rumors in town, but even after all this time he was an outsider and gossip took a long time to reach him.

“I proceeded with the planting as usual.  My neighbors went above and beyond to help, even if I was challenging the elders and the normal way of things by not remarrying and letting another man take over the farm.”

She stopped and stared into the distance, her mind clearly far away.

“It was hard sometimes. There were so many doors shut in my face just because of who I was. It was... disheartening. Please believe me, my husband was a good man.  I have been blessed with healthy children.   However, I wanted something else. Something I could call my own.  And now I have it.” She turned her face to Kisuke. “Thanks to you.”

Kisuke shook his head.  “I don’t know what you’re speaking of, all I did was extend a little generosity to a neighbor.  I don’t…”

Ogawa-san raised a hand.

“What you did was exactly what no one else was willing to do.  You gave me, a widowed woman alone, a chance. Urahara-san, you believed that I would uphold my end of our bargain.  You treated me as an equal.  And by extending that generosity you mentioned, you gave me the financial flexibility to continue with the project of my heart. My invention. Something, I am happy to say, I have just returned from selling to a company in Tokyo.”

Kisuke's curiosity was piqued. “An invention?”

She smiled and nodded. “I designed a rice transplanting wheel that should cut down the time it takes to plant a paddy the size of mine down to two days only using the labor of two people.  Two days!”

Kisuke stared at her.  If what she was saying was true, it would change…  everything.

“You built…?”

Ogawa-san shook her head.  “Not exactly.  I admit, I have very little skill with actually building the things I think of.  If I were better at that, I wouldn’t have had to ask you to help with the pump in the first place.”  She smiled. “I am glad that I asked, though.  And I am glad that you accepted my token of gratitude at the time.”

She waved her fan up and down indicating the jinbei Kisuke was wearing.

“I ordered that for my husband as a surprise, but…” she looked away, sadness flitting quickly across her face. “Well, it would have been a shame to leave it sitting unused on a shelf when it clearly suited you.”

She looked back again.  “I hope that doesn’t bother you.  That it was not made for you.”

Kisuke shook his head and bowed briefly.  “I do not mind at all, Ogawa-san.  As a matter of fact, in some ways it makes it an even greater gift.”

Ogawa-san gave a little smile and bowed her head in return. “I am pleased.  I am also pleased to be able to pay you for your services as we agreed, but I wanted the chance to explain.  I wanted you to understand that on that day, you changed my life for the better. Thank you, Urahara-san.”

They parted then, Ogawa-san to meet up with her family, and Kisuke to get Tessai’s chestnuts.  After that he received his payment as promised, but it was the jinbei that he always considered the most important part of that transaction.

Everyone asked why he always wore the same outfit?  Why wear something so old-fashioned? Why the green?  Why? Why?

He admitted that it was an illogical decision. Part of it was that the jinbei was the first "uniform" he truly felt belonged to him. He’d been dressed by the Shihōin, first as a retainer, then as a member of the Second.  He’d worn the Captain’s haori for Yoruichi, and then even that had been taken from him.  The jinbei was just…  his.  Add to it the fact that every time he put it on, he remembered that there was one time that instead of screwing things up he’d actually helped someone.   He’d made a difference. Full stop.

It was a good enough reason for him.

“Hey, Kisuke?” Ichigo was outside the door. “Everything okay in there?”

Even now he’s giving me space, Kisuke thought ruefully. I am a ridiculous old man to be keeping silly secrets. Ichigo wouldn’t laugh. He’d understand.

He refolded the jinbei and placed it carefully on his lap.

“Come in, Ichigo-kun,” he said, forcing a smile into his voice. “Everything is fine.”

Ichigo pushed the door open and saw that the mystery drawer was open, and the laundry was still all over the floor.

“Kisuke?” He raised a worried eyebrow and Kisuke laughed under his breath. He really loved this man.

“Come and sit with me for a moment, Ichigo-kun.” Kisuke patted the futon beside him. “I have a story to tell you.”

[rayshippouuchiha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bleach Rating: Explicit Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke Additional Tags: Smut, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Gender Issues, Bitching, Biting, Anal Sex, Omega Verse, Intersex Omegas, Alpha/Omega, Praise Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Masturbation, Breeding Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Consensual Forced Gender Change, Alpha Urahara Kisuke, Omega Kurosaki Ichigo, Well He Gets There Eventually At Least, Knotting, My Canon Now Kubo, We Take Canon Out Back And Put It Out Of Our Misery, Face-Fucking, Bad Parent Kurosaki Isshin, Bottom Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Isshin's A+ Parenting, Possessive Behavior, Protective Urahara Kisuke, Possessive Urahara Kisuke, Agender Ichigo, technically, for a bit, Consensual Bitching, Dirty Talk, Slightly Dark Fantasy, Morally Ambiguous Urahara Kisuke, Discussed Non-Con, no actual non-con, Discussed Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Accidental Voyeurism, Choking, Rough Sex, Dominant Urahara Kisuke, Dry Humping, Hair-pulling, Dom/sub Undertones Series: Part 1 of In Submission Summary:

Honestly, when Ichigo really stops to think about it now, it’s infuriating as well as kind of funny in a twisted sort of way.

Because here’s the thing that no one seems to know.

Here’s the secret Ichigo’s been keeping since the moment his powers returned, if only because no one has bothered to actually ask him.

Ichigo doesn’t actually want to be an alpha.

☕️BUY ME A COFFEE☕️ / PATREON

[tenshusuto]

A person who is changeable and unpredictable, or someone who isㅤclever and lively.

⅋ㅤ curious study in :ㅤ#gray moralityㅤ#ptsd ㅤ#psychologyㅤ#beh. issuesㅤ#workaholismㅤ#lunacyㅤ#good motives vs unethical methodsㅤ#experimentsㅤ#phobiasㅤ#maniasㅤ#philiasㅤ#drugsㅤ#symbolism

⌗URAHARA KISUKE - bleach affiliated & non, independent, 21 +, can be very selective & canon divergent, rather manga based, current activity ranging from ㅤslow to sporadic

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆ㅤisㅤtheoreticallyㅤ𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, untilㅤitㅤis 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚.

headcanons.ㅤpinterest.ㅤplaylist.ㅤ𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.ㅤ𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅s.

☞ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :ㅤfor odd reasons I still have available both old & new systems of post-trimming. The best would be to let me know which one you prefer for threads. If not, I'll either automatically respond in beta or adjust according to what I see in your replies.

☞ 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 :ㅤ some features shall be available in theme only; like carrd 2 and dynamics.

[lilacwriter07]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Beta Urahara Kisuke, Alpha Kurosaki Ichigo, Anal Fingering, Prostate Milking, Dom Urahara Kisuke, Sub Kurosaki Ichigo, Jealousy, Jealous Urahara Kisuke Summary:

As a Beta it is already hard to prove yourself to many, not that he cared about it in the first place . But now he has mark his place, next to this sweet adorable Alpha .

If he has to taint his hands so be it .

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[New AO3 Fic!] (Always) Instinct is (and was) strong (in us)

by renaX

Ichigo, having the worst luck in all three worlds, is trapped in a human body in Hueco Mundo.

His worldview is turned upside down when, while wandering through the forest with Grimmmjow, he encounters a wild, pregnant Vasto Lorde.

Words: 7517, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu, Urahara Kisuke, Tia Harribel, Nelliel Tu Oderschvank, Kurosaki Isshin, Various Shinigami Characters (Bleach), Various Soul Society Characters (Bleach), Various Arrancar Characters (Bleach)

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mpreg, No Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Vasto Lorde, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like Ulquiorra's peace of mind, Canon-Typical Violence

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[ramblingkat]

Another fic. Have some time travel Sentinel a/b/o. I’m not sorry, and watch me cram in ideas. :D

Fandom: Bleach

Characters/Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke

Alpha/beta/omega ideas, Sentinel/Guide, time travel. I just enjoy mixing and matching AU types.

Reblogs and comments are love

The landing was what hurt the most. Not that Kisuke was paying too much attention to the physical sensation around him. 

Most of his attention was caught up in his senses going absolutely wild. He curled into a ball, arms coming up around his head as the man buried his nose into the crook of his elbow, trying to calm his own senses before he got lost completely. Everything was screamingly overwhelming, and he scrambled to find some anchor in the madness of the world he was caught in.

Whatever kido they had been caught in, it fucked hard with Kisuke’s senses. 

Then there were hands on him, and Kisuke lashed out with a kick, still trying to block out the scents around him. It was the hardest one to control, so it took a moment to register that the hands belong to Ichigo. 

Unwinding from the curl he was in, Kisuke wrapped himself around the other man, pressing his face into the wild orange hair. Inhaling the scent of his guide, Kisuke was aware of Ichigo’s arms wrapping tight around him, as the other took the opportunity to bury his nose against Kisuke’s shoulder. Once they both scented each other, settling that, Ichigo started to speak. It was soft, but it gave Kisuke a focus as he brought his senses back into line. 

First was scent, the smell of Ichigo’s preferred shampoo filling his nose, then the unique smell that was just Ichigo himself under it. That was calming, as scent had always been Kisuke’s strongest sense with his talents. Then hearing, already tracking the beat of Ichigo’s heart, the sound of his breathing. Other sounds tried to intrude from outside, but Kisuke focused, pinning all his attention on Ichigo. 

Next was touch, and Kisuke rubbed his cheek against Ichigo’s hair. It was prickled softly against his skin. His fingers curling to rub at the man’s shirt, feeling the muscles and warmth under the fabric. Taste was just as shift of Kisuke’s head and a swipe of his tongue against Ichigo’s jaw. Not a hard one to calm down, but he liked the taste of Ichigo. It also helped his omega instincts calm.

Something was odd, though. Ichigo’s shoulders seemed broader than before. But that might just be from Kisuke being so disoriented. 

“You okay?” he asked after a moment, murmuring the question against Ichigo’s hair again.  He was going to have to let go shortly, so they could figure out what was going on. But he wasn’t quite ready yet. The idea of letting go was just not going to happen for a few minutes. He was going to need that time to reset his mental state before he was willing to let go. 

That was assuming that Ichigo was willing to let him go as well. Given how tight he was being clung to, Kisuke thought that was just as unlikely to happen. But, really, they needed to get a handle on their situation. 

He gave one last nuzzle against Ichigo’s temple, then pulled back some. Ichigo growled, but he, with obvious reluctance, let his grip loosen enough for Kisuke to pull back.

Kisuke was going to end up with chew marks all over his throat at this rate. Not that he minded. But, still, Ichigo was going to be grumpy to not be able to indulge with all his alpha protective instincts. 

“I’m going to see what I can get a feel for,” Kisuke continued, and Ichigo shifted from protective alpha to supportive Guide in a heartbeat. He shifted back some, scowling faintly, though his face went blank as he looked at Kisuke. Still dropped his hands to lace his fingers with Kisuke’s. That would give Kisuke a sense to ground on Ichigo, and let his others stretch out to see what details he could. 

The first clue was the feel of reishi in the air. There was more than what was in the living world floating through the air. It was dark, but there was no sand under their bodies. Between that, and the sheer around of reiatsu Kisuke could feel off in the distance told him that it was likely they were in Soul Society, not Heuco Mundo. The power levels were wrong, and the sort of density to the reiatsu told him that the Seireitei laid in that direction. But it was distant. 

Then there was a choked off sound from Ichigo, and Kisuke looked at the other. 

They were both sitting upright now, and Kisuke realized that he was having to look upwards at the other man. 

That was not right. 

Glancing down at his hands, he realized that his wrists were thin, the bones protruding from them, and his hands were almost delicate looking. That wasn’t right. Kisuke knew he was thin, and if Ichigo or Tessai weren’t around, he tended to skip meals. But the slenderness of his hands was something he hadn’t seen since….

“You look so young,” Ichigo said, eyes wide as he was looking back at Kisuke. “Like, really young.”

Kisuke stood, wobbling. “There is water that way,” he said, able to smell it. “I think I should try getting a better look at myself.” 

Ichigo snagged his wrist, holding him there as the other hand fished around in his pocket. “Hold on. I got something...Ha!” Pulling out his phone, Ichigo studied it, hitting a few buttons. “Okay, it still works. Hold still.”

Kisuke did, blinking at him. Ah, he must be more rattled than he thought to have forgotten something like that. Good thing that he had Ichigo with him.

A click and Kisuke blinked at the flash blinking him a moment. Then Ichigo held his phone so Kisuke could see the image. 

He stared. 

“I’m...young,” he said, eyes wide as he looked at the image staring back at him. “I haven’t looked so young in centuries. This was what I looked like back when I first met Yoruichi-san.”

“You don’t smell like me,” Ichigo said bluntly. “I mean, I knew it was you as soon as I saw you, but you don’t smell like me. What the hell is going on?”

Kisuke shook his head, reaching back and running his fingers along the back of his neck. There was no bite mark there, and he considered it. “Do you recall anything about the kido that the man got off before we...traveled?”

There was a shake of his head, and Ichigo grimaced. “There wasn’t a kido. Not that I heard. But he was holding something, pointing it at you and then he broke it. I was trying to tackle you out of the way when it hit us.”

Once he put his phone away, Ichigo quickly tugged Kisuke back into his arms. Kisuke let him, and was looking at Ichigo with wide eyes. “Time travel is….” He paused, considering. “I was going to say impossible, but we see signs of it every day. Whenever someone has an issue in the Dangai, there is some traveling in time.”

Ichigo nodded to that. “I did have it happen twice to me in one year,” he said drily, and Kisuke grinned a bit. It was the truth, after all. Both when Ichigo and his friends had gone to rescue Rukia from her unjust trial, and when he was training for the Final Gestuga Tensho. So the idea of time travel was not outside the realm of possibility. But it was typically unlikely. 

“Such a thing is not controllable,” he said slowly, leaning into Ichigo. As much as he didn’t smell like Ichigo, and likely irritating Ichigo’s alpha nature, Ichigo didn’t smell like him. It was an interesting dynamic that they had.  With Kisuke being a Sentinel and an omega, he was the opposite of what most people expected. Not that he cared about stereotypes, but it did make his pairing up with Ichigo all the more intense. They were very fixed on putting their scents on each other. Might as well start now.

Still, it was odd to him that Ichigo still carried Kisuke’s scent, but Ichigo’s smell was faded on Kisuke. Though given the lack of claiming bite on the back of his neck, Kisuke was starting to think that while Ichigo’s body had traveled back with them, Kisuke had simply landed back in the form he had then. 

If that was the case, what happen to his body in their normal time?

This was a very long time ago. He, Tessai, and Yoruichi had been friends for centuries, years past what most people realized. In fact he had met Yoruichi when he was roughly the equivalent age Ichigo had been when he and Rukia had met. 

He snorted, and then pressed his face against Ichigo again, taking in the scent of the other. There was something missing, and he paused, sorting through it. Curling one hand around Ichigo’s wrist, he let the feel of skin and Ichigo’s heartbeat distract part of his mind to the here and now as he picked apart the scent of the other. 

“You aren’t human,” he said, slightly startled. 

Ichigo gave a half laugh. “Known that for a while now,” he said easily. “With Dad and Zangetsu and all that.”

Shaking his head, Kisuke was taking the scent apart a little more. “No, I mean, you smell like when you are outside of your body. No human shell of your soul.” He looked at Ichigo with uncertainty. “Ichigo-san, I think that you would need a gigai if we were to visit the living world.”

The looks of shock on Ichigo’s face made Kisuke tug the other against him in a hug. Which was odd feeling, given how much smaller Kisuke was now. He had forgotten how much he had grown once he had access to regular food and resources. Right now, he was rather...short. Which was annoying, and he was simply going to have to fix it.

But it was also a little nice. Kisuke had never been small enough to be wrapped as securely in a hug as he was now. Ichigo just curled around him, still looking lost, but something in Kisuke’s chest purred happily at being wrapped up so much in Ichigo and Ichigo’s scent. 

That was something to explore later. Right now, he settled himself to be a solid center for Ichigo to use as a support. Where Ichigo grounded his senses, Kisuke was a stable source for Ichigo’s empathic nature. They were partners, supporting each other as needed and being a source of stability in a world gone wild. 

After a bit, though, the hug changed, and Ichigo started to nose at Kisuke’s hair, pulling him tighter. Kisuke rolled his eyes and poked Ichigo in the stomach. “Later,” he said with amusement. “We need to find some shelter that isn’t in the middle of a field. And probably need to rest. Then you can put your scent all over me again.”

There was a low rumble from Ichigo, and then he tipped them sideways. Kisuke returned the noise with a bit of yelp as they tumbled over. There was enough different in mass that without preparation, Ichigo could roll them right over. Kisuke gave him a highly unimpressed look. Ichigo just grinned down at him, and then leaned in and gave him a kiss. 

It wasn’t the start to anything more, just a soft kiss to settle both of them a little more. Then he pushed himself up, and then to his feet. “You know, if I was an asshole of an alpha, I could pounce you right here and now.”

“You could,” Kisuke said cheerfully, taking the hand that Ichigo offered him and letting hte other pull him to his feet. “But you wouldn’t like the results. Plus, if you were that sort of alpha, you’d have never gotten that sort of bond with me in the first place.”

Ichigo flashed him another small smile, then his face fell into a familiar scowl as he looked around. “So, I assume we’re in Soul Society. Do you know where?”

“One of the outer districts,” Kisuke said. “I did a lot of traveling, outwards and in. Likely the western districts, as that’s where I was born. I stuck around there until I finally managed to sneak into the first district and got spotted by Yoruichi.”

There was a hum of consideration as Ichigo looked around the field around them, scrubby trees off in the distance. “I take it we’re going to have to head for the Seireitei to get a better feel for when we are?”

He arched his brows at Kisuke. “I assume we’re going to go with the time travel thing until proven otherwise,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Then he offered his hand to Kisuke, who laced his fingers with Ichigo’s. “So, shelter, and then I’m going to rub my scent into your skin.”

“I do enjoy your plans,” Kisuke said cheerfully. “It’s your turn to be the one who gets the dubious looks for bonding with someone underage.” He considered. “Though I’m not really so underage here. Different time, after all.”

That got him a huff from Ichigo, then a squeeze of the fingers tangled with his own. “Well, lead the way.”

“Water,” Kisuke said, tugging him that way. “We’ll find shelter along water. Then time to readjust before we decide what to do next.”

There were a lot of things to talk about. Later. First, enjoying the fact they both still existed.

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Bleaching Gotham Orange

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

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talanton talentum talent. Награда за участие

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by WTF Anime and Manga 2023 (Anime_Shelter)

Итак, она вернулась.

Words: 1959, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский

Series: Part 3 of WTF Anime and Manga 2023: тексты G - Т

Fandoms: Bleach

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Inoue Orihime, Sado "Chad" Yasutora, Urahara Kisuke, Nelliel Tu Oderschvank, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Shun Shun Rikka

Relationships: Inoue Orihime & Sado "Chad" Yasutora, (implied) Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Seriously fuck canon, Hueco Mundo gets actual consideration, implications of PTSD, hints at depression, Fluff, no beta we die like men, this was meant to be as soft and wholesome as possibly without being cringe worthy, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Don't copy to another site, WTF Kombat 2023

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[seireiteiqueen]

Rules

Keep in mind that this blog is Renji Abarai centric! I will accept requests for some other Bleach characters, which I’ll list next, but his stuff will always take precedence. And the list will grow as I get more confident writing for them. When it comes to just a thirst post you can send in any character you’d like though. I can make up a drabble for most people.

Other Characters Accepted:

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Ichigo Kurosaki

Byakuya Kuchiki

Kenpachi Zaraki

Isshin Kurosaki

Shuhei Hisagi

Kisuke Urahara

There’s really not much I won’t do with my writing. If I’m really uncomfortable with something I’ll definitely let you know or alter it as I see fit if the person asking is okay with it.

The only big “no” topics for me are the following:

Pedophilia

Incest

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Scat

Gore/Vore

My writing is x fem!Reader until I feel more confident writing GN or male reader. It’s what fits best for my writing style best right now. 😊

Requests that I accept:

Thirst Posts

Headcanons

Fake Text Scenarios

One-Shots/Imagines ~ 1k+ Words

Drabbles/Scenarios ~ <600 words

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Bleach Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke, Shihouin Yoruichi & Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Karin & Kurosaki Yuzu & Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo & Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo & Kurosaki Karin & Kurosaki Yuzu Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo, Shihouin Yoruichi, Kurosaki Karin, Kurosaki Yuzu, Kon (Bleach) Additional Tags: Mild Gore, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, (why do I do this to myself), It's all fun and games til the assassins show up, they're bad assassins to be sure, by which I mean they're bad at their jobs, Heuco Mundo, Ichigo and his ability to rabble rouse, ooc moments, No beta we die like Ichigo apparently doesn't ever, More tags likely to follow Summary:

When Tessai said there was someone to see him, Kisuke wasn't exactly expecting Kurosaki Ichigo given that the teen had lost his powers nearly a year ago and Kisuke had been warned off speaking to him.

Of course, he also wasn't exactly expecting his hypothetical question, either.

What he should have realized was the far reaching consequences of going along to better answer said hypothetical question.

 UraIchi Week, Day 3: Hypothetically, if I needed to bury a body, where would be a good place to do that? In a hypothetical scenario.

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Bleach Rating: Explicit Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke Additional Tags: Smut, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Gender Issues, Bitching, Biting, Anal Sex, Omega Verse, Intersex Omegas, Alpha/Omega, Praise Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Masturbation, Breeding Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Consensual Forced Gender Change, Alpha Urahara Kisuke, Omega Kurosaki Ichigo, Well He Gets There Eventually At Least, Knotting, My Canon Now Kubo, We Take Canon Out Back And Put It Out Of Our Misery, Face-Fucking, Bad Parent Kurosaki Isshin, Bottom Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Isshin's A+ Parenting, Possessive Behavior, Protective Urahara Kisuke, Possessive Urahara Kisuke, Agender Ichigo, technically, for a bit, Consensual Bitching, Dirty Talk, Slightly Dark Fantasy, Morally Ambiguous Urahara Kisuke, Discussed Non-Con, no actual non-con, Discussed Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Accidental Voyeurism, Choking, Rough Sex, Dominant Urahara Kisuke, Dry Humping, Hair-pulling, Dom/sub Undertones Series: Part 1 of In Submission

Summary:

“You’ve done enough for all of us,” Kisuke murmurs against the side of his neck, teeth raking down across bruise-dotted skin.  “And they will never be my priority again.  So let them handle their own problems for a while, whatever they might end up being.  We can handle everything else later.  But for now wouldn’t you rather stay here, just like this?”

☕️BUY ME A COFFEE☕️ / PATREON

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Shunkō : Izuku Midoriya

Shunkō : Izuku Midoriya by spookyism11

After his dreams got shut down by the number one hero, he tries to take his own life on the rooftop of the building.

However.. a retired pro hero didn't let that happen and saved him from taking himself out of his misery, and gives him a chance that the number one hero didn't give.

That he can become a hero.

Words: 4862, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Midoriya Izuku with Bleach Powers

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Bleach

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Shihouin Yoruichi, Tokoyami Fumikage, Urahara Kisuke, Class 1-A, Class 1-B, U.A. Faculty, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shihouin Yoruichi, Midoriya Izuku & Tokoyami Fumikage, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-B & Midoriya Izuku, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: U.A. is a University, Bleach References, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Thanks to Shihouin Yoruichi, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, slightly overpowered midoriya izuku, Jirou Kyouka is a Good Friend, Jirou Kyouka is Bad at Feelings, BAMF Jirou Kyouka, Tokoyami Fumikage is a Good Friend, BAMF Tokoyami Fumikage, Slow Burn, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Everything, no beta we die like men kirishima wanted us to be, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32953063