#bleach au

[graciethegreat]

Little AU comic

[stormsthatrage]

Have a dialogue snippet from the Lies to Send You Home AU (where Urahara tricks Ichigo into seeking out the Shiba family). This is during the second part, after Aizen is dead, Ichigo has told Kaien about a good chunk of the future, and Kaien is coming to the horrendous realization that Urahara would actually be an excellent addition to the family.

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“Oh, gods,” Kaien says, despairing, as the universe’s greatest jape yet becomes clear to him. Urahara is a genius among genii, an intelligence the likes of which Soul Society will not see twice. But at the end of the day, in a plot twist Kaien could have really done without — “You’re as stupid as Ichigo.”

Urahara sets his brush down and leans back. Kaien finally finds himself holding the attention of the captain. It does not feel like a victory. Urahara’s face moves into an unsettling smile, his eyes blank and the corners of his mouth stretched just slightly too wide. It is the movement of a monster mimicking something it does not understand but has seen others do; a predator camouflaging itself to get close to prey.

Kaien considers how much practice Urahara must have in controlling his facial expressions and body language, and wonders how any of them ever fell for it, the psychopath-facade of his. If Urahara actually were what he pretended to be, no one but Captain Shihouin would have been able to pick up on it - he certainty wouldn’t have been showing his true colors so blatantly.

(A thought for later, Kaien thinks. Why does someone destroy their own reputation? Certainly not for selfish reasons.)

“My, my, Lord Shiba, such harsh words for your cousin.” Urahara’s voice is plainly mocking. “Could it be that the Shiba’s newest pride and joy is as bad at kido as the rumors say?” He tilts his head, smiling still.

Two weeks ago, Kaien would have bought that Urahara was trying to rile him up, embarrass him, and make him angry — and all for the game of it, too.

But Ichigo gave away more than he thinks he did, when telling Kaien of the future. And that precious knowledge has taught Kaien to look harder, peer deeper, when dealing with the Captain of the 12th.

And so Kaien sees, now, plain as day, that Urahara is taking the opportunity to test Kaien, trying to suss out if the Shiba clan is as nice as their reputation would have people believe they are.

Kaien gets it, he really does, especially considering which clan Urahara grew up in the tender care of.

Kaien wonders how long Urahara has worried about this, if Ichigo is being treated right behind closed doors - if the Shiba have been cruel to Ichigo for his lack of talent in the bloodline kido, or for the way he so obviously wasn’t raised a noble, or for one of the other thousand things the Shihouin clan would have made Ichigo’s life a living hell for.

Urahara’s eyes are intent, studying Kaien’s every minute movement. Kaien wonders what would have happened to him if the words had struck a nerve, if he had given any indication that he was embarrassed by Ichigo. Violent food poisoning, at least.

(It does not escape Kaien’s notice that when Urahara missed the affection in Kaien’s complaint — they’ll have to work on that, Urahara will be eaten alive by the clan kids if he doesn’t learn how to tease — Urahara only came to the defense of Ichigo, completely ignoring that Kaien’s comment was mostly aimed at himself.

Exactly the same type of stupid as Ichigo. Fuck.)

[nbriggite]

¿Y si rukia y ichigo cambiaran de lugar? 🤔

[jeizet]

Fracción Orihime AU (The lost princess of Hueco Mundo)

An AU where Orihime ends up stranded in Hueco Mundo during and after the fight against Aizen, leading her to "survive" by eating hollows... which ended up making her a hollow herself.

(Orihime it's a Fraction because she, kind of jokingly, becomes Grimmjow's fracción, they are constantly together)

About the AU and Orihime's Resurrection (Written by my discord buddy Budget, he is amazing)

Draft Story

The idea came to me because I just started wondering where the fuck that black box that Grimmjow used Against Ulquiorra led and I imagined it just lead to fuck nowhere inside of Hueco Mundo.

So basically how this goes is that during the fight of Ichigo Vs Ulquiorra in the tower where Loly and Melony attack Orihime. Ulquiorra gets tired and to piss off Ichigo, grabs Orihime and makes her eat the teleportation box and she ends up so fucking far away that her presence it's unreachable, suddenly the whole Karakura gang feels it, she is GONE.

Ulquiorra starts talking big and Ichigo goes fucking nuclear on his ass because sure Orihime was traumatized but she was alive... WAS. Because who the fuck knows what that box was truly.

After the fight with Ulquiorra Ichigo was going to search for Hime but is stopped, he is told that Uryuu and the rest are going to search for her, that Unohana currently needs Him to fight, so he trusts his friends to find her while he fights Aizen.

And then he fought Aizen, and he was relieved and his group of friends went to check on him… And there's still no Hime, there's no cute scene of her being relieved and making a comment on how he looks different and there's no soft smiles. He sees the guys, he smiles and then realizes... Orihime is not there and a simple "Where is Inoue?" changes the face of everyone 

"We are still searching, all of the Seireitei is searching for her on Hueco Mundo"

And then he passes out from pain

…

The Caja Negación puts the victim in a pocket dimension for a bit, So Hime is stranded in nothingness for a while before reappearing, lost in Hueco Mundo, very far away. Time goes on and she grows hungrier; she goes to the point that she tries to reject her own hunger, but of course, that’s not really fenomena and trying to find a way to leave the pocket dimension left her drained of energy.

But, even though she is a place made of bone dust, she remembers that hollows bleed, but in a cruel twist, if she kills them, they become dust. She has to eat hollows alive, small or big. She still feels hungry and at some point, she notices a hole opening where her belly button was…

Listen, she has a hole in her tummy now, and who else has it? Grimmjow! Where is he? Close by!

After some time, no one knows how long she has been lost, so she finds Aizen castle and inside the castle, it's Grimmjow, who starts to bully her... Well try to…

It's the first familiar face other than her rikkas who were always by her side. Sure, he is not nice, but it's a face she knows, in a place she knows and it feels grounding enough to break her and allow her to cry.

She collapses and when she wakes up she is on the couch of her old room, Grimmjow on the other side of the room just looking at her. They start chatting, She notices how he is still damaged so she heals him without even asking. He guesses it's not the best time to complain, she is just healing him at the end of the day.

He wonders how she is still alive? Ori admits that she has been eating hollows and they go hunting together. He makes it a competition and for the first time what Orihime was doing felt somehow typical, like she wasn't fighting to survive it's just surviving.

Grimmjow jokes how Orihime it's now his fracción because they have the hole in the same place and she is following him around and Ori can't be happier with finally having guidance.

Time goes on, Grimmjow finally feels better and he opens a Garganta for Orihime to go to the human world, but he goes with her because if she it's caught by a shinigami she will get hunted because she definitely smells/feels like a hollow now. Orihime accepts and goes back to the human world, she imagines the gang think she is dead so she at least wants to clarify that.

She sees that the human world it's intact, so they definitely won which makes her so happy and decides to go to the school since it's a weekday. When she goes to the school the first person that sees her it's Tatsuki, who calls the whole gang to meet her.

Ori discovers that she has been missing for nearly a year, she is informed that the boys go to hueco mundo every weekend to search for her. Uryuu does mention that her spiritual pressure it's extremely strong and that she feels different. They don't realise she is a hollow until Ichigo finally talks…

"Why can't I see Inoue?" He asks, and everyone grows quiet…

This was a confirmation. Orihime is indeed dead, Ichigo can't feel her, or see her, he even tries to reach for her and there's NOTHING

Orihime explains how the months went, she is now friends with Grimmjow, she has seen Nel, she became great at hunting, she has met Haribel and the tres bestias and they get along pretty nice... How she has been eating hollows and at some point she simply couldn’t reject her becoming a hollow.

And with that she shows the gang the hole that was growing on her stomach.

They don't take it well, Ichigo doesn't know what 's going on so he has to explain that now Orihime was dead, that she was a hollow, she had short hair with different clothes and she was completely different, but she didn't look completely sad.

Orihime couldn't bear watching Ichigo getting explained in front of her what she went through, she wanted to talk to him, so as a test she asked for pen and paper to see if he could see her writing, and he could! This in some weird way made Ichigo feel a little better.

She goes back with Tatsuki, she cooks with her, she takes a bath, Orihime begs to do homework together for some sense of normality but... It just doesn't feel like it's normal…

She enjoys the commodities for a week, she takes her long deserved bath, she catches up with her mangas, she reads some stories to Nel and Grimmjow who don't know how to read... And she goes back to Hueco Mundo.

She comes back to the human world very often, she trains with the boys, she jokes around Uryu how they are now sworn enemies, and tells Chad and Tatsuki how she is going to eat them! And she exchanges letters with Ichigo, which has to be her favourite part. She goes to Ichigo's home, talks with Karin, helps Isshin with cleaning, eats and helps Yuzu although she can't see her and goes to Ichigo's room. He bought a whiteboard in order for her to write more comfortably and quicker. At first she just had a stack of papers but she admitted she felt bad making him buy so much paper.

They would talk like this for HOURS. She would write about her day and he'll talk about his. Sometimes she would go to his home thinking he is there and he isn't so he leaves her a message on the whiteboard, she erases what he wrote and writes down a long message of whatever she wants to.

…

17 months after Aizen's death. Let's change perspectives.

…

Ichigo misses Rukia, he misses Orihime, he misses the soul society and how he felt at home there.

He always felt like something wasn't clicking in the human world for him, and he somehow felt at home after becoming a shinigami, and he couldn't admit it to anyone… Anyone other than Orihime, the friend he failed his promise to, he owed her his honesty at least, she has long forgiven him, she always says "there's nothing you and I could have done, it was my decision to go to Hueco Mundo and it was my decision to stop being human too" she will always say.

Inoue would feel like an imaginary friend if it wasn't for his Dad always talking about missing Orihime and how he wants to talk to her, "she the only one to respect me!" He would cry, and Ichigo would remind him that Orihime describes him as " a little silly" not as a grown man.

He told Inoue everything that was going on in his life, she was pretty much his diary, maybe it was easier because he could just write it on the whiteboard and disappear afterwards. He also could guess that it was the same for her, sometimes her messages would be on the sadder side, how she missed them, how she was worried. They kept it light hearted where they were together tho...until one time.

Uryu was attacked and didn't want to tell who and Ichigo was too pissed to even hide it to Hime who was coincidentally in his home that day. She had told him days prior about Uryuu being worried about Ichigo being targeted by bad people and Ichigo chose to ignore it.

Ichigo spoke about how he was powerless, about how he misses his powers and Rukia and her… More than everything else. She is his failed promise, she is the person he failed to protect and somehow she was still here, and every time she came he was happy they weren't apart but it was a constant reminder on how useless he was.

Usually when speaking Ichigo would give her time to reply, but this time he went on and on, and when he realised that he's been speaking for minutes without stopping he looked at the board.

It was empty, but after some minutes Orihime started writing back… 

"I miss you too.

Please get your powers back.

We never really hugged or anything like that, I don't know how I can miss something we never really did, but I do.

I miss you looking at me and not a place where you think I'm at.

I'm taller now but you don't know it, I look different but you don't know it.

After everything somehow I'm fine and I can't show it to you.

Please, I know it's selfish for me to ask, but get your powers back, I miss your eyes on me" 

Ichigo ran through the door to Xcution that day.

The day he saw a hollow for the first time was the happiest he was in a while.

The day he saw Rukia again was a disaster, but after everything went through it was great, they spoke for hours after getting scolded for "being a pussy" and "crying like a baby".

And one day, a Garganta opened up, the first one to come out of it was Grimmjow. 

Ichigo looks at him like he didn't miss him, because he didn't! But he was happy to see him in some wicked way, this was the guy that protected Orihime for 18 months when he couldn't so he was at least thankful.

And then Inoue comes through the Garganta happily like a puppy.

"GRIMM I OPENED IT MYSELF CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT OMG I-...."

She was taller indeed, she had shorter hair than the last time he saw her, but longer than the last time she was described to him.

She looked thin and fragile, but she walked with the confidence of a warrior.

He could see the hole on her stomach slightly through the white of her tank top.

Her hair clips were no longer hairclips but they were part of her, and branches grew out of them like horns.

She was fine, she somehow was alive, she didn't look sad or like she had given up.

Her eyes didn't shine as much now. But they shined like they did before when she realised HE was looking.

Looking AT her.

Listening TO her.

"You can see me." Ichigo nodded. "You can hear me" She started crying 

"I can hear you," he replied.

They hugged.

Resurrección

Culebre (the name's closest direct meaning is 'Snake' or 'Cobra', but it specifically refers to a Cantabrian dragon renowned for kidnapping fairies).

Culebre possesses four separate release commands, which will have separate entries.

Release Command: Hoard.

Appearance: Upon release, the three fairies normally used for Santen Kesshun glow and writhe, white clay covering their bodies as they melt into Orihime's flesh, becoming scaled armor that stretches down Orihime's legs to end in clawed, reptilian feet, as well as armor that covers her torso, with enormous, leathery wings emerging from her back.

Ability: With this release of Culebre, Orihime's speed is greatly increased, as she can cross vast distances on foot or by flight without even needing Sonido. When she does make use of Sonido, she can make use of the tremendous speed granted to her to turn herself into a living weapon, slamming into enemies at such high velocities that the impact alone can shatter their bones and pulp their organs. Beyond her base stat increase, Orihime is also capable of creating the Escamas de Dragón (Dragon Scales), massive walls of physical rejection that dwarf the shields she was capable of before becoming a Hollow. These walls are so large and heavy, they can be used as a weapon in their own right, as Orihime drops them from high in the air or simply wraps them around her opponent in order to crush them into paste. However, despite using the most fairies, this is actually the weakest of Culebre's releases, as it has more value in helping Orihime escape or defend herself than in outright destroying her enemies.

Release Command: Gorge Yourself

Appearance: Once released, the two fairies normally used for Soten Kisshun melt into Orihime's body, becoming massive gauntlets that stretch all the way up to her shoulders. These gauntlets have the same scales as her other released forms, and end in enormous clawed hands, so large just a single one can wrap all the way around an adult human without even trying.

Ability: With this aspect of Culebre, Orihime perverts the healing nature of Soten Kisshun, transforming it into a vessel for the insatiable hunger of a Hollow. Her claws, already massively powerful and capable of devastating blows, can scrape into the Reishi around her, rejecting its existence to allow her to bypass armor and shields and strike right at her enemy's heart. But, when something is rejected from existence entirely, it doesn't just vanish, but instead leaves behind a unique energy, as the universe attempts to compensate for a clear violation of the Law of Conservation of Matter. Orihime can then consume this energy, healing her own wounds and making herself stronger and larger, to the point where she towers over her foes in a similar fashion to Yammy. However, this power comes at a price. The more energy Orihime consumes, the hungrier she becomes, the gnawing sense of starvation in her stomach leading her to devour more and more, driving her into a frenzy of feral need until either everything around her is dead or she has collapsed from the exhausting ache in her Soul.

Release Command: Kill Them All

Appearance: With the command given, and her intent filled with the murderous desires of a Hollow, Tsubaki sinks into Orihime's flesh, transforming into a draconic helmet with towering horns and gnashing jaws, which covers Orihime's head entirely save for her left eye.

Ability: The most powerful and the most limited of Orihime's first three releases, this form only allows for a single attack, concentrated on Orihime's head. By using the rejecting powers of Tsubaki, which normally splits anything in half, Orihime can cause the Reishi around her body to become dangerously unstable, in a similar manner to fissile nuclear material. She can then draw this unstable Reishi towards her head, concentrating and channeling it until it can't take anymore, and then launch it forwards with a Cero. The resulting attack is a beam of unstable, cascading Reishi, breaking down and releasing ridiculous amounts of force as it hurtles at high speed into the enemy's body, reducing them to nothing with enough force to crack a tectonic plate. Orihime refers to this as her Aliento de Muerte (Breath of Death), and uses it only when an enemy can't be defeated otherwise, as it is incredibly draining on her Reiatsu to perform more than once or twice successively.

Release Command: Devastate

Appearance: The pinnacle of Culebre's power, which melds all of Orihime's fairies with her body. However, that much power forcibly being added to her system causes her to warp and mutate, the refined armor of her previous releases breaking apart and becoming true flesh and blood. The end result is that Orihime ends up as a massive, monstrous dragon, her legs replaced with a writhing snake's tail as she drags herself forward with clawed hands and massive, canopy-like wings. Even her one eye that was normally visible under her helmet has vanished, leaving little to no trace of anything that could ever identify Orihime as 'human'.

Ability: By using all six of her fairies at once, Orihime has access to all of her prior powers, now at a considerably greater scale, allowing her to surround herself with nigh-impenetrable shields, tear the landscape apart for fuel, and fire beams of pure destruction at anything that lives long enough to be a bother. However, the true power of Culebre in this form is that it isn't quite Orihime. The massive dragon others can see is actually a shell of flesh, similar to a biological mech suit, with Orihime somewhere inside it. Because of this, there's no way to kill Culebre unless you can guarantee hitting Orihime inside it, which is practically impossible given its size. And whenever you land a blow that doesn't end the fight, Culebre simply regenerates, sealing up its flesh and reinforcing its scales as it preps another breath attack to vaporize you. That said, though targeting Orihime herself is impractical (as she could be anywhere in the dragon at any time, and even a single chunk can regrow the whole thing if she isn't removed or killed), Culebre is not without weak spots. The six fairies form points of Reiatsu that those with astute spiritual senses can detect. By targeting these points, a coordinated team can pull the fairies out of Culebre, weakening the dragon as a whole until eventually it loses all its special powers, becoming nothing more than a regular large, scary Hollow. From here, the team could then destroy the weakened Culebre, but this in turn carries a separate risk. So long as Orihime is still driven by rage, hunger, and despair, her considerable power will continue reinforcing Culebre's physical form, to the point where removing the fairies might prompt an evolution of all new attacks and strategies. Thus, in order to truly defeat Culebre, someone needs to break Orihime out of the negative emotions that fill her mind and Soul, preventing Culebre from growing stronger as it is taken apart, and she can finally be saved from her own power and grief.

[elyonholic]

— BLEACH girls: The High School Warfare 👊💥

[amazeingartist]

thought about shinigami!ghost & hollow!soap today

while I did draw soap kissing ghost’s mask before I like to think hollows forget the significance of affection

btw this is later in the au’s timeline when soap deserts the espada (effectively an elite group of high level hollows) because

1.) he didn’t agree with them

2.) wanted to get stronger with ghost.

the shirt he’s wearing is hiding the obvious hollow tell (hole in chest)

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

DEEP DESIRES 🦊 ADULT! KUROSAKI ICHIGO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 5: DADDY/MOMMY

🐙 requested by: anonymous. Sorry! Female reader, I really don't mind which you choose 😅Day 5: kinda like a breeding kink, but focused on the idea of both of them becoming "mommy" and "daddy" gets off on referring to reader as a future mommy, wants her to call him daddy 👀 ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. adult! ichigo. he is already married. passionate/ kinda rough love making. pregnancy mentioned. oral. fingering. vag sex. creampie implied. mommy and daddy terms used. 🐙 wc: 1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

An October afternoon, fully depicting what autumn could provide, found your tired bodies from work, laying on the couch. What was happening on the tv in front of you, became irrelevant, merely background noise.

Soft, orangey light of a fall sunset, filled that tiny apartment. It was cozy; it was, perhaps, too little. Yet, it was enough for the both of you…

Your cheek landed on Ichigo’s lap; it was beautiful to look up and see his tangerine hairs shine with an equal toned sun light. Tiny freckles on his cheeks, also mapping his skin like stars in the sky. Such a handsome man, a strong, good man. Who wouldn’t like to make him the father of your child?

Father… of my child…

His hand, pretty much on the manly and veiny side but still delicate, slid from your back down and into your belly. It was easy for him as you lay on your side, resting on his lap, snuggled while he sat back in that tiny couch.

“I don’t wanna keep translating that document… I don’t feel like doing anything” he complained about his job; small talk to fill the ambience, to deviate a sudden thought that had invaded his mind just now.

“Then don’t; just rest for now” you murmured, planting a sweet peck on his leg. Your nails traced patterns on his knee, coming up towards his crotch like a crawling trail of playful naughtiness.

“Or you could “do” me” you continued, giggling oh so innocently. Ichigo blinked a couple of times; his eyes were hit directly by the sun, turning them into fire. Maybe, the same fire burning inside him. He looked at you, with a playful glint in those orangey beads, and pressed your belly softly down.

“Well, what I was thinking actually is to “make” you, a mother” he informs; he has never been this ready in his whole life.

You gasped, softly. Of course, you thought of it before, and somehow, something inside of you made sure to be absolutely ready as well.

Slowly, and maybe a little bit sexily, you stood up from your “worm” position. You crawled on Ichigo’s lap, a bouncy one since your silence had made him a little anxious. Your index finger traced a line down his jaw, with a naughty smirk on your lips.

“You wanna make me a “mommy”, “daddy”? you asked, never once you had spoken that perverted.

Ichigo inhaled a big gasp of air through his straight nose, closed his eyes for some seconds, and once he had calmed himself his sight fixed back on you. Sloppy eyelids, and a serious façade tinted his face.

His fingers buried deeply into your hip sides; it was as if he was barely controlling himself, almost as if a single movement from you could unleash a beast, a Vasto Lorde perhaps…

And indeed, what a beast your husband can be

Still in silence, he lifted you up, carrying your weight over his broad shoulder towards the room you both share. He can be as sweet and delicate, as the total opposite; and, that day, Ichigo seemed to have picked the wild side.

You flew from his shoulder to the bed. The mattress received your body, engulfing you into its softness.

“Spread those legs for me, because believe me today you WILL become a mommy” Ichigo said, crawling in between your open thighs.

You were both startled and excited; how delicious was to see your man so desperate to stuff you and create an eternal bond from both of your bloods.

“Ba-babe… yes” you stuttered in between some giggling, as he ripped your shorts and underwear off.

He lifted your legs and let them fall on top of his shoulders. Kneeled, Ichigo positioned himself to desperately access your core with his tongue. With a hand on your lower belly, pressing down as he sucked, he made your back arch, and your mind go blank.

On the verge of explosion, he stopped, only to use his fingers. Sliding them inside your core, he enjoyed the total raptured expression on your face.

From your lips, mindless words were coming out; Yet Ichigo wanted to be called, to be referred in a rather different way… if this was the case in which you were becoming a future “mommy”, then a proper term must be used to named him as well.

His hand got your cheeks, pressing them with a delicate violence.

“You know how much I like to imagine you as a mommy, mh?” he asked, as his curled fingers hit in beckoning motions your G spot.

“I didn’t know… babe I… ngh” you answered, or rather babbled.

He frowned; taking his fingers from you, letting you rest for maybe a couple of seconds while he took of his shirt and unzipped his pants.

As always, you ended up dazed, in awe for the detailed perfection of your husband’s anatomy; a substitute Shinigami that should be a captain, well trained, strong, delicious.

His chest, garnished by beads of sweat, went up and down as his heart pumped rapidly and oxygen seemed not to be enough to supply his growing erection. He had not been touched, but he was burning from desire.

And as hard as his abs, that was exactly how his sex, impressively erected, presented to you. “Daddy” seemed eager to accomplish such status…

Slapping open your legs, he slid in between them. His hands fell on each side of your face, and his sunset hair framed a desperate face. Panting, almost unable to stop his hips from searching your entrance, he simply stated a couple of words;

“From now on, you will call me daddy… because that’s exactly what it takes to make you a mommy…”

A thrust that you swore it could had pierced your organs took you by total surprise; the deliciousness of that first intrusion, made you carve marks on his wide back. Red marks for sure were left there.

All Ichigo’s body weight was carried by his spasming arms, that you from time-to-time bite as he kept ramming into you.

“Ichi- Daddy, I’m close… please, don’t stop…” you begged, hugging his waist with your legs, carving your heels on the small of his back.

Climax was closer, your walls spasmed, your muscles trembled and your back arched.

“Daddy isn’t stopping until mommy is very, very full of his cum…”

And indeed, that little apartment soon turned into a bigger home; it became pretty little for daddy, mommy and that little thing coming its way…

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[awkwardrains]

OH SHI- HE BITES.

Bleach and Dandadan crossover go brrrr

[ashleymorey16]

[khr-guilded-cage]

Toshiro is Tsuna au

A doomed young soul, a dead child doomed by its power by a careless old man and his own father, ice born from a sealed fire.

Tsuna dies after his power is sealed and end up in Rukongai, a hundred years in the past. Now, years later, Toshiro find himself drawing the attention of some weird humans with not so good intentions and find his soul is not as cold as he though

Vongola find themselves in the middle of things far greater than their fires and learn the hard way that a death god is not so easy to control

[graciethegreat]

More drawings for my Momo and Renji swap AU!

[stormsthatrage]

Have yet another Bleach time travel AU! I dub this one the Uno Reverse AU. Here's the initial prompt I received from a lovely anon: “Consider time travel but Ichigo sends Urahara back in time”

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The thing is. The thing is, if someone acts in the way they always have, in the way you knew they always would, in the way you fell in love with them for, can you be mad at them for it?

Ichigo. First protector. So selfless. So kind. So good. So determined to keep everyone else safe.

Kisuke’s body tells him he has been betrayed. It is in the shock stiffening his limbs, making him clumsy. It is in the way his ears refuse to process the sounds around him, rejecting reality. It is in the way he is shivering despite the heat of midsummer, the way his feet have pressed him into the darkest corner of Yoruichi’s private rooms, the one place where he has never been hurt -

But his brain, oh, his brain, damn himself, tells him that an Ichigo who did not attempt to do what Ichigo just did would not be an Ichigo at all. It is not a betrayal when a positive and negative ion attract each other, nor is it a betrayal when a star circles a black hole. It is just - it is just natural, just the universe going on being the universe.

Betrayal might feel right, but the truth is, it is not that Ichigo committed an offense. No, it is Kisuke’s own fault for hiding away his heart in someone so reckless.

…No.

No, not that.

That makes it sound as if he regrets it, as if to do so were wrong, and nothing could be further from the truth. Kisuke could never regret it, not now, not ever.

It is better, perhaps, to say that it is Kisuke’s fault for not preparing well.

Yes, that is more accurate.

If you do not want a positive and negative ion to attract each other, you keep them separated. If you do not want an Ichigo to lay on a wire to protect someone else, you must keep Ichigo away from any and all wires.

And Kisuke had known only one of them was getting out. There were three of them, at the end - Yhwach and Kisuke’s precious heart and Kisuke himself. Three of them, locked in a guerrilla war that no one could win and no one could give up. Three of them, trapped in a necropolis of a universe where the very fabric of spacetime itself was unstable.

Three of them, and, practically, only room for one to break free. Oh, mathematically, theoretically, two was possible. If you do it at the exact same instant, you can send multiple souls back in time together. But practically speaking, the precision necessary to do so is impossible. And once one soul has been sent back, the universe unravels, resets to where that one soul lands, the rest of it is all a hard-drive wiped blank, and so Ichigo is -

Ichigo is -

- It is best not to go there.

Kisuke knew Ichigo’s learning curve. He should have known Ichigo would have figured out a way.

In the end, Ichigo had used his bankai to send Kisuke’s consciousness back, beating out Kisuke’s own development of a temporal kido array by a matter of entire months.

And so the student surpassed the master, and Kisuke is left alive, and it is not a betrayal, no matter how much it feels like one.

It is just an ion being an ion, and a Kisuke being too slow.

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Things that happen in this AU:

- With the leisure of time and the advantage of a lab not created by scraps in the apocalypse, Kisuke finds a way to snatch Ichigo’s soul from the exact instant he himself was sent back.

- Before Kisuke realizes he can do this, he goes through three arcs:

       1) He goes a little emotionless from the thought that he will never see his Ichigo - the one that knows everything they’ve been through together - ever again. (He’s not actually a psychopath, but, uh, it’s not exactly ideal for his enemies when he voluntarily shuts off his own empathy because being a feeling person hurts too much.)

       2) He goes a little mad trying to convince himself that this new timeline’s Ichigo will be, in essence, the same as the one he lost. He also goes a little mad knowing that he has to wait 100+ years for Ichigo to even be born. (He’s onmitsukido-trained, he can totally wait...)

       3) He goes a little evil-scientist-with-no-boundaries trying to figure out ways to make it so Ichigo is born earlier.

- Fortunately, Tessai intervenes before anything irreversible is done and gives Kisuke a pep talk. He also gives Kisuke about 200 pages worth of notes on temporal kido arrays that provide the foundation for getting Kisuke’s Ichigo back.

- In every universe, Tessai and Yoruichi will be in the set of Kisuke’s Most Important People. In every universe, they fully deserve to be in that set.

- Before Kisuke retrieves Ichigo, he deals with Aizen, Yhwach, and a handful of other threats that Ichigo doesn’t deserve to have to think about. This may or may not happen during Arc 1, when Kisuke is an absolute monster to people he has reason to turn Benihime against.

- Ichigo arrives in Soul Society in an explosion in the outer Rukongai. (Kisuke didn’t quite get the physical location correct, but considering the difficulty of getting the temporal location correct, he can be excused for it.)

- The 13th division is sent to investigate the explosion. Kaien finds Ichigo and press-gangs him into joining the Shiba clan. Ichigo is so obviously related he doesn’t get the chance to protest.

- Ichigo pleads amnesia about his past. Absolutely no one believes him, but no one presses, either - yet.

- Ichigo joins the Court Guard Squads under Shinji.

- Some of the Captains and Lieutenants of the Court Guard start to act a little strange…

- (The Visored share a mental connection, and Ichigo’s presence snaps that bond back into place. Literally no one realizes this until the Visored start to slowly become, uh, visored. At which point, Kisuke is like, oops, too late to fix that, oh well!)

- Yoruichi, through some insane and brilliant political maneuvering that can’t be traced back to her, forces the Shihouin and Shiba clan into arranging a marriage between Kisuke and Ichigo.

- Kaien only goes along with the arranged marriage because he thinks Ichigo and Kisuke were the ones who orchestrated it all in the first place. He’s not sure how he feels about Ichigo and Kisuke being together, but they’re so obviously gone on each other he couldn’t dream of becoming an obstacle between them.

- There is a weekend, right after Ichigo first arrives, in which Kisuke, ahem, takes Ichigo to an isolated location and demonstrates his displeasure at being separated. Ichigo enjoys the demonstration very much, but he also comes out of it very bruised.

[nbriggite]

Bleach reverse AU

[marladhynnr]

[qualitynightmarelove]

♡ Warnings : age gap (college student x professor), explicit content (18+), heavy tension, possessive behavior, semi-public setting, morally grey dynamics, obsessive thoughts, slight degradation, power imbalance, praise kink, fem reader, dom professor.

Words : 1,851k

♡ A/N : this is my first fanfic on this platform so please bear with me and sorry for any typos.

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I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. Not here, not now not during a physics lecture. But the way he looks when he leans over the desk his thick black framed glasses perched at the tip of his nose, that quiet confidence in his velvety voice when he explains an equation, the way his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to show the veins in his forearms—it drives me insane.

And somehow, in the blur between boredom and longing, my mind slips into places it shouldn’t.

In my daydream, he’s no longer standing by the whiteboard. He’s on his knees. Devoted. Starving.

He starts slow—teasing, like he knows he has all the time in the world. His hands grip my thighs like I'm something sacred, and his mouth... his mouth is sin incarnate. Each stroke of his tongue sends heat spiraling through me, and I can practically feel his breath against my skin, feel his groan reverberating where it matters most.

My fingers tangle in his thick chestnut hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again—and he doesn't stop. Not even when my thighs tremble around him. Not when I gasp his name like it’s the only one I remember.

By the time I reach the edge and fall over it, I imagine him ruined.

My hand is buried in his hair, still clinging to the remnants of pleasure. His lips are slick, glistening with my essence, the taste of me dripping slowly down his chin. His breathing is heavy, uneven, and his eyes—God, those eyes—glazed over, pupils blown wide, like he's high on the taste of me.

And the worst part?

I blink back to reality, still sitting in that hard plastic chair as he scribbles equations on the board. Completely unaware. Innocent. And I’m left burning, hand clenched around my pen, trying to look normal while my imagination begs me to go back.

 

I’m still recovering from the daydream when it happens.

He turns. Looks right at me.

Not a passing glance. Not a quick scan of the room. His eyes lock with mine like he felt it—the shift in the air, the way my thoughts wrapped around him just moments ago. My breath catches. His expression doesn’t change, not fully, but there’s something different in his gaze now. Something knowing.

Did I stare too long? Did he see it on my face? The heat? The guilt?

The hunger?

“Everything alright?” he asks, voice low and smooth, just for me.

I nod too quickly. “Yeah. Just... thinking.”

His brow lifts, just slightly. “About?”

God. If only he knew.

Or maybe he does.

His steps are quiet as he moves down the aisle between desks, but somehow, each one echoes in my chest. He stops just beside mine, leaning in to glance at my page, but he’s too close. That cologne—something clean and warm—hits me first. Then the sound of his voice, a soft murmur right beside my ear.

“You’ve been zoning out a lot today.”

His words are innocent. But the way he says them? Loaded.

I swallow. “Didn’t sleep much.”

He hums, low and thoughtful, still far too close. “You look flushed,” he says, almost like an afterthought.

I don't dare meet his eyes.

Instead, I focus on the paper in front of me, pretending like my pulse isn’t going wild, like I’m not reliving every second of that daydream—my essence dripping from his lips, the way he looked up at me, addicted.

He pulls away slowly, giving me one last glance before walking back to the front. And this time, when he speaks, he doesn’t look at the class.

He looks at me.

“Let’s try something a little more... stimulating.”

And I know I’m done for.

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The bell rings, but I don’t move. I can’t.

My fingers twitch with the memory of his voice—low, teasing, almost like a challenge. I need to get out of here before I melt into the seat, but I can't tear my eyes away from him. Not when he’s standing there, flipping through the papers on his desk with that casual grace.

I’m the last one left.

He notices me immediately, his lips curving just slightly as he glances over his shoulder.

“Need help with something?” His tone is smooth, but there's an undercurrent I can't quite place. Like he knows.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “Uh... yeah. A little confused on the last question.”

He stands, straightening his tie, and moves toward me. I feel the air shift with every step, his presence getting closer, overwhelming.

He stops just beside me, too close. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze burning through me even though I’m looking at my notebook, pretending to focus on the problem I don’t even care about anymore.

His hand slides onto the desk next to mine, fingertips brushing against the paper. It’s casual. It’s innocent.

But it's not.

“Let’s take a look.” He leans over, the scent of him drowning out everything else. His breath brushes the side of my neck as he points to the problem, and for a moment, I can’t even hear the words he’s saying. I’m too lost in the feel of him, in the thudding of my heart, in the way he’s so close I could reach out and touch him, feel his skin, his warmth.

And then, like he’s testing me, his hand moves slightly closer. Just enough to make my breath catch.

“I think you missed a step,” he says softly, but his voice drops, something darker lurking beneath the surface. “It’s okay. I’ll show you.”

His fingers brush over mine, just a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through me. I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my spine.

He notices.

His eyes flicker to mine, the teasing smile playing on his lips, but this time, there’s no hiding what’s there. The desire. The tension.

“Maybe we should take a break,” he murmurs,his hand running through his slicked-back hair leaving it disheveled, leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from my ear. “I think you’ve worked hard enough today.”

I don’t trust myself to speak. My lips part, but no sound comes out. My body is on fire, and every instinct screams to pull him closer, to give in to the heat, to the chemistry sizzling between us.

But I can’t.

Not yet.

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I don’t even remember how I got here. One second I was asking about math... the next, I was gasping, spine arched, seated right on the edge of his desk—legs parted, skirt pushed up, breath hitched.

And he?

He was on his knees, right where I imagined him. Right where I needed him, his eyes no longer obscured by his glasses they were narrowed focused, but pooled with lust.

His hands gripped my thighs like they were made to fit in his palms, thumbs digging into soft skin as he pulled me closer to the edge. My legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, then locked behind his neck, my thighs clenching around him when his tongue finally met me—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every taste, every reaction.

I was soaked. And he loved it.

The sound—his soft groan, half-muffled against me—sent heat flooding through me. His lips were wet, slick with my desire, and every movement of his tongue made me tremble harder. My head tilted back, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other tangled deep in his thick chestnut hair.

I tugged.

Hard.

And he moaned in response, like he wanted the roughness. Like he wanted me to ruin him.

“God—” I breathed out, barely a whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he lapped at me, devouring like a man starved. “You’re... you’re so good at this...”

His pace didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. Grew more intense. More possessive.

My thighs trembled again, instinctively clenching tighter around his head as another wave hit me, my fingers fisting his hair as if I could pull him even closer. My hips rolled against his mouth—helpless, needy—chasing every flick of his tongue, every sinful glide.

When I came, it was like falling.

My whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a silent cry, and I felt it. All of it. The heat. The release. The satisfaction. And the mess—my essence dripping down onto his lips, his chin, his tongue.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, riding out every aftershock, licking me clean like I was something divine.

And when I finally opened my eyes, breathless and dazed, I saw him looking up at me—mouth wet, eyes narrowed as he looks at me with a dark desire almost possessive, lips parted like he wanted more.

Like he wasn’t done

[amazeingartist]

some shinigami!ghost & hollow!soap