#izuru kira scenario

[indigosuvi]

Izuru Kira Fluff

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 110 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

When Kira gets anxious, he'll hide his face in your neck or shoulder.

He would say disturbing things as a way of flirting, not realizing how weird or creepy they may sound.

He has a hard time expressing his feelings, but would do better writing them out in a poem.

He doesn't let you see the poems about his feelings, as he doesn't want to scare you off.

He would write poems for you and about you. Those, he would allow you to see.

He would read some poems to you from time to time.

He has a hard time making decisions and would sometimes come to you for help.

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[fluffykitkat]

Renji:talking too the other lieutenants during a mission: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Ichigo's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

*everyone glancing over at him*

Izuru: I’m surprised he answered

[bleach-your-panties]

Quit making me think about izuru 😂 I can't stop thinking about neighbor izuru who does repairs and things around your property to impress you or childhood friends to arranged marriage

Girl help me I can't write 😭

Now, THAT I cannot do😂 I CAN, however give you some hc’s for neighbor!Izuru. I also love the arranged marriage idea! *puts in pocket for later*

dividers by @/benkeibear and @/todorosie

Your neighbor, Izuru Kira, who lives in the apartment next door to the one you just moved into.

Who works as the groundskeeper and stand-in maintenance guy for whenever his boss is busy with other jobs.

Izuru who politely welcomes you into the neighborhood by leaving a basket of fresh fruit and crepes on your doorstep. 

You often see him attending to the multitude of flower beds and shrubberies around the complex.

On days where the sun is particularly sweltering and he is working tirelessly; like a good neighbor, you will bring him lemonade and sandwiches because you know how hard he works to ensure that the grounds look nice for all of the residents.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who helps the elderly residents of the complex bring in their groceries and fixes little odds and ins around the house for them.

Who even climbed up a 20 ft high tree to rescue a little girl’s cat (that ended up scratching the hell out of his face - but no worries, because you invited him into your apartment to clean and disinfect his wounds)

Neighbor Izuru, who voluntarily cleans out the pool on his day off, just to help his boss out. He does so shirtless in nothing but a pair of light-wash blue jeans that slightly hang off his slim waist, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. Sleek blond hair dripping with sweat that he wipes away with a swipe of his hand across his forehead.

Neighbor Izuru, who you’ve grown an extreme attraction to in the past few months that you’ve been living here. He was always so kind and mannerable towards everyone; a true gentleman.

Who’d never said one thing out of turn to you, even when he accidentally caught a glimpse of you through your bedroom changing into your nightclothes one evening. He noticed that you don’t wear any underwear beneath your pajamas. Probably due to the summer heat.

Neighbor Izuru who fisted his cock to the image of your naked body that night and busted all over his hand and sheets with a deep red blush set on his cheeks.

Who couldn’t stop fantasizing about having your naked body beneath him in his cool bedroom, the air conditioning set on a comfortable temperature so you’d both be content.

Izuru whose ears now turn pink everytime you greet him ‘good morning’ on your way to work and ‘good evening’ when you return home.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who does subtle things to try and catch your attention, like planting the roses in the garden by the office in your favorite color and mending the birdhouses so that the little cardinals and sparrows have a place to congregate when you come to feed them.

Izuru, who you’ve often caught sleeping in the courtyard on his break with his hand over his eyes and back leaned up against an oak tree. The same tree that he rescued the cat from.

Who scrambles awake, completely flustered when you inform him that his boss is looking for him. You’re kneeling in front of him and he can see your breasts by the way your sundress dips in the front. You’re still not wearing a bra.

Izuru, who, finally after months of secretly pining after you, gets up the nerve to ask you out for ice cream; his treat. He knows a great place not too far from the apartment.

Your neighbor, who is stunned when you actually end up asking him out first by bringing him a basket of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

His blue eyes widen in surprise, even more so when you stretch up onto your tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for all of the hard work that you do around here, Izuru. It doesn’t go unnoticed.”

Izuru Kira, your neighbor, who gets a sudden rush of courage and grabs your chin, pressing an experimental kiss to your chapstick-covered lips. You taste like watermelon.

Who ends up getting pulled by you into the pool shed and pressed against the door while you fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans. Your lips molded against each other's in a sloppy, wet kiss.

Izuru, your neighbor, who asks if you’re sure when you sink to your knees and pull his cock out of his boxers. You nod and give his leaking tip a few kitten licks before taking him in to the hilt.

He lets out a strangled yelp and holds your head flush to his crotch with his gardening-glove-covered hands.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who has to bite down on his lip to keep from making too much nose when your nose touches his pelvis and buries itself in his light blond pubes. One hand leaves your head to pull up your sundress, revealing your naked ass.

Izuru who, before he can cum from your mouth, bends you over a pool chair, drops his jeans to his ankles, swipes his fingers through your wet folds, and strokes the slick over his hard, aching cock.

“A-are you on something?” He blubbers nervously, not wanting to get you pregnant during this heated romp of passion.

You look at him over your shoulder and he almost cums on the spot. You nod.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who grips the hem of your dress and fists it in his hand while he eases the fat tip of his cock into your waiting hole.

“A little inappropriate, don’t you think? Letting your neighbor fuck you like this.” He says as he hikes one boot-clad foot up onto a pile of random junk and sets his pace: steady, eager, and hard.

Your ass recoils off of his hips, making loud slapping sounds that echo around the mostly empty shed.

The combination of your moans mix together so beautifully as you say each other’s names along with sweet praises and compliments to the other.

“So good” “so tight and warm” “so big” “so pretty” “you’re amazing.”

Your neighbor, Izuru, who begs you to cum - he can’t, refuses to cum before he feels you let go all over him. And you do.

Your orgasm triggers his and he pulls out quickly - warm, thick seed splashing over your ass cheeks and lower back.

Izuru, your neighbor, who reaches into his tool belt and pulls out refreshing wipes to clean you off before helping you stand upright. He has to catch you in his arms because your legs give out, making both of you blush.

Your neighbor, Izuru, who never thought that he’d fall for his pretty next-door neighbor and have her reciprocate his feelings.

Your neighbor, Izuru Kira.

#💗💗🍡°taglist: @stygianoir

[sinzkiller]

Let's go to the shopping mall! With Bleach Characters!

"Welcome to the world of living, today we are going to a place called shopping mall, where we can do many things there which you can figure out yourself later~" said Rangiku to the Soul Reapers. "The rules are simple, no stealing, no fighting, no Zanpakuto, no kidnapping, no killing, no experimenting...." she glares at Kenpachi, Mayuri and Ikkaku, hoping they listen to what she said "and don't get lost! We will gather outside shopping mall right at 6 pm, ok?"

~

"I...I think we're lost..." Says Hisagi as he pinching the bridge of his nose. Renji's face expression became serious, he looked around cautiously as if he's encounter a hollow. He let out a sigh, looking back at Hisagi with a huge grin on his face. "THIS. IS. HEAVEN" both of them shouted with sparkling in their eyes, but in reality they're just in women's underwear store

~

"I don't think you should eat that" Worried, Shunsui snatches the donut from Jushiro "Heyy that's not nice!" Jushiro looked at Shunsui and frowned. "This is your 10th Donuts! Knowing that you're not good in health I think it's better if we avoid too much sweets... anyway I'm going to buy something for old man yama, see you later bro" He gave Jushiro a worried look and walk away. Jushiro waved at him and waited until his brother figure was out of sight... Once Shunsui was far enough from him, he took another donuts from his pink tote bag and ate it. "No one can stop me hehehehe..."

~

"Hmmm...I wonder what I can do here" Mayuri said as Nemu followed him from behind. Everyone looked at him in awe, well going to the World of Living doesn't mean he will change his appearance at all....some of them even think that he's a cosplayer. "Perhaps we can go to the arcade, Mayuri-sama" Nemu pointed to a nearby arcade, hoping that Mayuri would go there with her. "No, I am not interested, that place looks disgusting" he replied. As expected he would says something like that. His answer upset her but she couldn't do anything about it anyway . "Hmph, that's not how you treat your little girl" Kenpachi says from behind, heading to the arcade with Yachiru sitting on his shoulder, a huge cheerful smile plastered on her face. "None of your business, Zaraki." Mayuri snarled at him. Kenpachi pushed Mayuri aside so he could see Nemu clearly "How about you join us?" The girl looked at Kenpachi, her eyes lit up, mouth slightly open and she's blushing. "Don't go with them, Nemu" Mayuri hissed at her.

"Well, seems like I'm the best father figure after all, better than Mayuri Kurotsuchi" Kenpachi smirked at him, as Yachiru got off of him to grab Nemu's hand, leading her into the arcade with Kenpachi walking behind them. "Let's go Nemu!!!"

Father's instinct kicked in, Mayuri hurriedly followed the three of them from behind. "Give me back my daughter you freak!" He shouted.

"If you want her back, you will fight me at dance battle since we can't use our Zanpakuto" Kenpachi pointed at the Arcade's dance machine

"Challenge accepted."

~

Rukia and Byakuya definitely going to the cinema. At first Byakuya wasn't interested, but with some convincing from Rukia he finally give up and join her. They' are going to watch horror movie! "I'd like this one, this one and this one please" Byakuya is a rich man, of course he will buy every popcorn the cinema has to offer. "Big brother, this is my first time watching movies here in cinema! I hope both of us enjoy this!" Rukia says excitedly. The movie has started, for someone who often sees hollow and spirit, it's quite surprising when Byakuya and Rukia start to get scared and scream at every jumpscare scene. You know this is serious when Byakuya starts to show his emotion.

~

Iba and Kira has their eyes locked on every men's clothing store in the mall. Well Ikkaku wasn't that interested but he has nothing to do anyway so he joined Iba and Kira. He most likely, will starts a fight with human. It's all started when he accidentally hit a stranger in the face while swinging his wooden sword, who happened to be a hot-tempered person. "Yeahhh??? Wanna fight you little weak anchovies???" Definitely had a huge smile on Ikkaku's face after saying that. Instead of stopping the fight, Iba and Kira joined him, their excuse is "a real men would never abandoned his friends, with the power of friendship we will win this battle"

~

Yumichika is having a peaceful shopping day with the girls. That's all, they're enjoying themselves ✨ Most of the time he help captain Unohana to choose which one of the dress that suits her. "You have a good taste, Yumichika" the captain praised him, which only increase his ego.

~

Finally it's 6 pm, and everyone gathered outside the shopping mall. "What the hell happened to you guys????" Rangiku almost faint after asking everyone how's their day.

Summary:

Ikkaku, Iba and Kira almost got arrested by the cops

Mayuri and Kenpachi break all the machines in the arcade which cause them to pay a huge amount of money

Shunsui takes Jushiro to the dentist because he ate too many donuts and now he has a bad toothache

Rukia and Byakuya destroyed the whole cinema with their Hado 31

Renji and Hisagi.. surprisingly not getting into any trouble today except that they were kicked out from women's underwear store.

"I don't think I'll let you guys join us anymore.." Rangiku said and lean on Isane as her support. "You guys are not shopping beautifully!" Yumichika added.

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Redemption

[ A Bleach fanfiction ] Word Count: 4,774 Rating: G Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, Yoruichi Shihoin, Shunsui Kyouraku Relationships: Mentioned Kisuke/Shinji Author's Note: An older piece, but still one of my favorites. A bit of a what-if scenario, in which Mayuri gave his life during the war to save Nemu, leaving the Twelfth without a Captain. Who better to take over the mantle than the former disgraced captain himself, Urahara Kisuke?

You can’t have peace without a war, that’s how the saying goes. It spoke true; the Seireitei, while in shambles, was calm. Peaceful. The sound of hammering in the distance, of laughter and voices calling out to one another. Rebuilding, slowly but surely- with the aid of Shinigami and civilians alike- and the occasional Arrancar. The dead were still being retrieved from the various fields on which battles took place. Last time the toll had been released, they were well into the hundreds. A devastating blow to them all- on both sides.

It was difficult; so many young Shinigami had been killed, but so had many young Quincy. Too many, truthfully. Some of their own Captains had been casualties of the war: Head Captain Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had been one of the first to be slaughtered before their very eyes. Aside from him, the entire first division had been killed- all one hundred and six members, in the very beginning of the war. Following this had been Fourth Division Captain, Retsu Unohana- all for the sake of getting Zaraki Kenpachi to learn the true name of his sword and release his bankai, something that had nearly killed him. Their beloved Thirteenth Division Captain, Jushiro Ukitake had been killed somehow. Very few knew the truth of the matter-

That he had become the new Soul King. That, since birth, he’d been doomed to take over when the time came. A ticking time bomb, of sorts. But to the rest of Soul Society, he’d been another casualty of war.

Many others had nearly died; Captain of the Third Division, Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, Captain of the Ninth Division, Muguruma Kensei, and both the Captain and Lieutenant of the Tenth Division, Tōshirō Hitsugaya and Rangiku Matsumoto, had all become members of the living dead due to the the Sternritter Giselle Gewelle’s ability. Captain of the Sixth Division, Byakuya Kuchiki, had nearly been slaughtered by the Sternritter Äs Nödt. For all intents and purposes, the Lieutenant of the Third Division was dead, and yet he still walked: Izuru Kira, who lost not just an arm, but a lung and portions of other organs after having a hole shot through his torso. Their new Captain Commander, Kyōraku Shunsui, had lost his left eye and part of his left ear, as well as having a hole shot through his sternum, nearly killing him.

Others had been injured just as grievously. But that was what war did. It took and it took and it took until there wasn’t anything left to take. War was greedy.

One other had been taken from their ranks. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the Captain of the Twelfth Division, had been killed during the battle. Details were still coming in, but from what was known, he’d sacrificed himself in the final moments to save his greatest creation, Nemu Kurotsuchi, his artificially created daughter. It seems that even the coldest and most detached of people could, in the end, redeem themselves and save those who they held closest to their hearts. It was certainly interesting to hear.

After all, when Urahara Kisuke had been Captain of the Twelfth, Mayuri had been a right bastard to deal with. He could still remember that day he pulled him out of the Maggot’s Nest, and the following years. How they had worked well together, even if the bickering was nearly constant, as well outright insubordination.

Many would grieve in silence for those that had been lost. The Fourth Division was busy; Isane Kotetsu was now the defacto Captain. She was young, but strong, resilient. She would survive.

Somewhere within the Division sat Rose and Kensei, sharing a room. Izuru Kira had his own room- something that was necessary, given the extent of his injuries. Kuchiki Byakuya was being treated at the Kuchiki Mansion; Kyōraku Shunsui, at the Kyōraku Mansion. Somewhere below them, Aizen sat, chained back up.

Kisuke sat in the bed, studying the way dust danced within the sun’s rays that spilled through his window. He wasn’t injured, not really; Benihime had made sure that her master would be pieced back together completely. All that was left of her work were the thin, surgical stitches that stretched down his face, across his knuckles, over his joints. They didn’t hurt. At least, he didn’t think they did. If there was pain, he was numb to it.

He supposed he owed his thanks to Grimmjow for saving him. He’d thank him later. Right now, the Pantera was hunting for a certain Shark that sat within one of the many, many cells beneath Soul Society. He was accompanied by a Ram and a Wolf. He could thank Mayuri for saving the Wolf.

Coyote Starrk had been a savior. A sharp shooter and a hidden weapon in Hueco Mundo.

There was also Kurosaki Ichigo. That kid deserved all of their thanks, and more. Without him, they’d all be dead. He couldn’t help but wonder where he was, right now. Back home in Karakura Town? Or here, lingering with those he’d fought beside?

Slate hues closed, listening to the hammering and calling. To the sound of laughter and weeping. Of birdsong and creeping silence. He was tired. More so than he’d ever been in his life.

But now was not the time to rest, not with the figure lingering outside of his door. Five minutes, Shinji had been standing there, reaching for the door and dropping his hand, only to reach again. A sigh escaped Kisuke as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Come in, already!” He called, amusement shining in his words.

The door opened, and the blonde made his appearance at last. “Didn’t wanna disturb yer beauty rest, your highness,” he teased, lips quirking up in a crooked smile.

Kisuke could remember the first time he’d seen that smile. “I think I’ve had enough beauty rest to last a lifetime,” as if to prove a point, he stretched his arms up over his head, listening as various bones popped and creaked, as if singing a song of rest. “You aren’t here to give me the latest gossip, are you, Hirako-san?”

A shake of the head. “I wish I were,” Shinji sighed, closing the door behind himself as if that would give them any privacy. It wouldn’t, but it was certainly the thought that counted. “We were called in for an emergency meeting. Y’know how… Bad everything is right now.”

“You’re down three captains, and the new Captain Commander is on mandatory bed rest.” Kisuke answered with a shake of the head. “You’re fucked.”

“And not in the fun way.” Arms crossing over his chest, Shinji grimaced. He was still in pain, too, it seemed. Not surprising; he’d taken quite the beating as well, from what he’d heard. “I have a question to ask you.”

“No, the Soul Society will not get a discount on any products they purchase at the Urahara Shoten.” A joke, though it seemed to fall flat. “... What is it?”

“You know Kurotsuchi-taichou was killed.”

“Yes.”

“They’re without a Captain now.” Slate hues widened before narrowing, understanding quickly settling in. This was the one thing he had never been prepared for.

“Nemu could act as defacto Captain.”

“She can’t. She’s a child again.”

“Of course she is.” Damn Mayrui. “Akon?”

“Doesn’t have a Bankai. Or a Shikai.”

“Of course he doesn’t. Of course Mayuri would keep all of his underlings under a careful watch and not allow them to progress. Of course he would. He never did think about anyone but himself.” A bitter laugh slipped free, one full of anger and mourning. A scarred hand reached up to rub at pale blonde hair. “What are you asking, Shinji?”

“You know what I’m asking, Kisuke.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

A pause. Shinji sucked on his teeth, lips pressing taunt. “The Captain Commander wants to know if you’ll step in and take over the position of Captain of the Twelfth Division once more.”

A bark of laughter escaped Kisuke as he tossed his head back, baring his throat and chest. He knew this was coming. But to hear it spoken aloud? It made everything suddenly so real. “Central Forty-Six is going to disagree.”

“It’ll be overridden. We’re down three captains and the Soul King knows how many Shinigami.” Shinji’s lip curled into a scowl as he shook his head. “We’re fucked.”

“We’re fucked.” Kisuke agreed softly, gaze slipping from Shinji to study the floorboards. “Whose idea was it?”

“It was agreed on immediately that you were the only one who could take over the Twelfth and not accidentally kill everyone.” The humor in Shinji’s tone brought a smile to both of their faces.

“You’re not wrong there.” A pause. “... I have some conditions, then.”

Shinji waved his hands. “Save it for the official meeting. Shun’s calling it in three days time. We’re all to attend, no matter what it takes to get there.” He pushed away from the wall and turned. “I’d love t’stay and all, but I gotta make sure my Division isn’t all dead.”

“You make a good Captain, Shinji.” Kisuke murmured, watching as his back tensed, as his head raised. “You always have.”

“... Get some rest, you ogre.” The door shut, and he was alone with his thoughts once more.

Three Days Later

The meeting did not take place within the Captain Commander’s hall. The First Division was still being cleaned of bodies and blood. Instead, it took place within the halls of the Kyōraku Mansion. The grounds were lovely, sprawling, teeming with deer and birds and streams. It was easy to see the wealth and prestige that came with the name.

But it was nothing compared to the Shihōin estate that Kisuke had grown up on. Speaking of, Yoruichi had joined him. He’d requested she be allowed to attend, and lo and behold, his request had been approved. The past three days, he’d been talking with her and Tessai, deciding on their plan of action. Now, it would come to fruition.

“I know this isn’t the First Division, but it will have to make do for the time being.” Shunsui spoke, breaking the idle conversation that had been occurring and drawing all attention to him. He wore the Captain Commander’s coat, but beneath was a simple violet yukata- loose fitting to accommodate the bandages that wound around his torso. His head was still bandaged, as well.

No one looked to be in good health. Across from him sat Rose and Kensei, both of whom looked uncomfortable. Rose was bandaged around his middle; Kensei’s color was still returning to normal. Behind them stood, or in Kira’s case, sat, their lieutenants. Kira didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He didn’t seem to be paying attention. Hisagi looked ready to pass out at any given moment.

No one else was any better, aside from perhaps Isane Kotetsu. Akon stood behind the empty chair where Mayuri should have been sitting. Rukia Kuchiki stood behind the empty chair that should have held Ukitake.

“This meeting, while formal, is occurring off the books. We are in a grievous state, and while peace may be here, there is always the chance that it could break at any moment. That is why we are here.” He cleared his throat, brows furrowing. “We are rebuilding, and we have a shaky alliance with both the Quincy and the Arrancar- for now. I do not believe that we are under an immediate threat. However, there are certain items that must be addressed.

“The first of which is the passing of four of our Captains. There will be funerals held for each of them within the coming weeks. They will be open to the public. They will be grand, as is deserving of each.” The finality in Shunsui’s voice left no room for argument. “Captains Yamomoto, Unohana, Kurotsuchi, and Ukitake will be remembered for the rest of time for laying down their lives to save Soul Society, as well as the… Hundreds of others who were lost in battle.”

Hundreds. The word is heavy within the room. Everyone had lost someone in some form, whether it be family, friend, or lover.

“Secondly, it is time to correct the errors of our past. This is the reason this meeting is occurring off the books. I plan to contest the banning of Urahara Kisuke and Shihōin Yoruichi personally before Central Forty-Six.” Murmurs drifted through the room. It was one thing to bring up the idea, but another to say that it will be happening. “Which is why they were both invited to attend this meeting.”

Gazes turned, landing on the pair. “Ohayo,” Kisuke hummed, leaning his weight upon Benihime, who was in her sealed form. “I have questions about that.”

“Of course you do,” Sui-Feng muttered, though she remained silent otherwise.

He pointedly ignored the angry little bee. “I was made aware that you all agreed that I should take over my former position that had been ripped from me one hundred and… What was it, twelve? Thirteen, now? Years ago. A title that I had rightly earned before I was condemned for a crime that I did not commit, which we all are aware of now, yes?” A quick, cursory glance around the room. “I know a few of you here were too young to remember what happened. But let me refresh your memory, shall I? Aizen was working on a way to create Hollows out of Shinigami and chose three of your captains and one of the lieutenants here, now, to test that on, as well as Hiyori Sarugaki, my former Lieutenant, Hachigen Ushoda, formerly of the Fourth Division, and Love Aikawa, former Captain of the Seventh Division.” The words cut like a hot knife through ice, stinging and causing a few to look down or away.

“But some of you were not too young. Some of you remember when it happened, and you did nothing to intervene. So for the last one hundred and thirteen years, I have been living in the World of the Living, aiding the Vizards. Miss Shihōin had been exiled from her own family, even if they did not want to do so. They had no choice. So!” Kisuke clapped his hands together, watching as Isane jumped. Oops. “My condition is that not only we be pardoned of this crime that we did not commit, but that Miss Yoruichi Shihōin also be allowed back within Soul Society. My shop will remain within the World of the Living in Karakura Town. Tessai Tsukabishi, the former Captain of the Kido Corps, who was also wrongly convicted, will also be pardoned. He will remain and run the shop, looking over it and the two Modified Souls whom I created and love as if they were my own children, Ururu and Jinta.

“Those are the conditions upon which I will accept the Captaincy of the Twelfth Division once more. If they are not met, you’ll just have to find someone else who is capable enough to run the Division and understand how Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s mind worked. No offense to Akon or anyone with the Twelfth currently, but I don’t think any of them could actually handle that. After all,” his voice quiets, head dipping, a shadow falling over his eyes. “I was the one who brought Mayuri out of the Maggot’s Nest. Should any of you forget, I was also the Commander of the Detention Corps, as well as a member of the Onmitsukidō.” Chin raising, slate gaze swept across the room, taking in the silence that had fallen. “I’m not asking for a compensation fund. I’m not asking for a new Division. I’m not asking for a golden parade through the Rukongai. I want an apology. And I want for Central Forty-Six to admit their mistake.”

Silence met him. It was as if no one had expected Urahara Kisuke to speak out, to give demands. As if he, too, hadn’t been wronged by the events of the past. As if he, too, did not deserve an apology. As if he, too, were not angry and bitter over the mistakes of the past.

“Lest you all forget that without me, you would not have had the Twelfth as it is today. There would be no S.R.D.I.. Mayuri would have died in his cell. And you all would be dead, now, because Kurosaki Ichigo wouldn’t have been born without Isshin Kurosaki, someone who I helped personally. And you would be down four Captains and one lieutenant.” Jaw set, he met Shunsui’s gaze with his own. “These are the requirements. And I will not settle for any less, Captain Commander.”

Shunsui shifted in his seat, a peculiar little smile curling at the corners of his lips. One that read ‘I anticipated this’, or perhaps ‘All is going according to plan’. “Of course, Urahara-san. It will be done.”

“Will it?” Kisuke countered, head titling, voice low. “Just what do you have on the Central Forty-Six that would turn their vote so quickly, Shunsui-san?”

A chill crept into the air as the Captains and Lieutenants sat straighter, stood straighter, cast their gazes down. No one dared speak, no one dared to break the silence that had gripped their throats and held them captive.

“That,” Shunsui began, rising to his feet slowly. “Is for me to know, and for you to never find out. That is all that needed to be said. This meeting is dismissed.” His face was pale; it was beyond time for him to retire. Another session of healing, no doubt.

Kisuke made his way out, Yoruichi at his side. “That was ballsy,” she murmured, gaze trained ahead. “But good.”

“I figured a history lesson was overdue.” Kisuke replied with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Go, I’m sure no one will mind if you-”

She was already gone.

“-visit your family.” Sighing, he began the slow walk back towards the Gotei Thirteen, gaze downcast. He could hear murmurings from behind him- surprise, shock, anxiety. A presence settled in at his side, shoulder gently bumping against his arm.

“Think it’ll happen?” Shinji asked after a good few minutes of walking in silence.

“He managed to convince them to let Aizen out.” He hummed, head rising to study the horizon. “I don’t know what he has up his sleeves, but… I believe there is a chance I’ll be back to torment you, Hirako-taicho.”

The grin Shinji sent him was brighter than the sun. He couldn’t help but smile, as well.

One Month Later

“I stand before you today to contest a punishment that was given over a century ago,” Shunsui began, gazing up at the blank blocks before him. Behind them sat the members of the Central Forty-Six. “I am aware that I was here merely two months prior. A lot can happen in two months.”

“Like losing hundreds of Shinigami,” one voice spoke up.

“That is the casualty of war, something that you all seem to forget exists outside of your protected lives.” Silence met Shunsui. “We lost four captains. And while there are many who could step up the plate, one of those is impossible to replace.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“That Urahara Kisuke be allowed back into the Soul Society and be allowed to take his mantle of Captain up once again.” Shunsui fell quiet as yells met him. Anger, alarm, it all spilled out.

“URAHARA KISUKE? DESERTER.”

“LIAR, A DANGER TO SOUL SOCIETY.”

“HE’S BEEN IN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING FOR TOO LONG.”

He raised his hands, listening as the voices died down. “I understand your anger. However, merely a few years ago, the Vizards were pardoned. Why should Kisuke not be pardoned, as well as Yoruichi Shihōin and Tessai Tsukabishi.”

“THEY’RE TRAITORS TO THE SOUL SOCIETY-”

“THEY ABANDONED US YEARS AGO-”

“THEY SHOULD BE KILLED-”

Shunsui raised his hands once more, his brow furrowed. “Maa, maa- please, allow me to speak.” Agitated silence met him as he cleared his throat. “I’m not Yamomoto. I haven’t been here since the beginning. I was just a child when this place was really coming together. But because of that, I have been able to witness the way everything has changed and grown. How we’ve become stronger, how more and more Shinigami join our ranks each year. I was a Captain by the time Urahara Kisuke joined our ranks, stepping out from the shadow of the Onmitsukidō. I was able to watch as he built the Twelfth up from the bottom, and watched as he created the Shinigami Research and Development Institute. Without him, we wouldn’t have the Gigais that allow us to investigate further into the World of the Living, the Tenshintai. What Mayuri had to work with wouldn’t have existed without Kisuke. We wouldn’t have even had a captain to fill his place originally without Kisuke; he was the one who brought Mayuri out of the Maggot’s Nest.

“At the end of the day, you have to sit back and consider more than what those of the past did. At the time, there was no true solid proof that Urahara Kisuke, Yoruichi Shihōin and Tessai Tsukabishi were behind the hollowfication project that was, in actuality, spearheaded by Aizen. Their only crime had been being at the scene, trying to help their friends. When you consider this, along with how they have continued to aid us despite being stranded in the World of the Living for so long… Don’t we owe them this?” Murmurs began to echo through the tall chamber. Forty-six voices all talking, debating. Shunsui stood, hands folded politely before him as he waited.

He was right, and he knew it. After all, it had been his idea in the first place. Without Kisuke’s aid, they wouldn’t have ever had Kurosaki Ichigo to help them. Aizen would never have been stopped. Yhawch would still be alive, and they would all be dead or acting as prisoners. There wasn’t any real debate to be had other than stubborn old men wanting to keep history as it is. “So, I ask once more: I wish for Urahara Kisuke to be allowed back into the Soul Society and be allowed to take his mantle of Captain of the Twelfth Division and Captain of the S.R.D.I. up once again as well as pardoning Urahara Kisuke, Yoruichi Shihōin and Tessai Tsukabishi of their wrongly accused crimes.” Silence settled across the chamber. A pleased smile curled Shunsui’s lips as he relaxed.

Two Weeks Later

The First Division was peaceful, calm, filled with idle chatter as the Captains and their Lieutenants gathered within the hall of the Captain Commander. There was no surprise written upon their features; they knew what this meeting was about. Even so, they stood, chatting amongst one another, until Shunsui made his way into the hall to settle in at the head of the hall. He used a heavy, cherry wood cane to aid him; it would not be a permanent fixture. Each day he grew stronger, healing from his injuries.

“Well, then,” he murmured, rolling his shoulders before raising his voice. “Would the new Captain of the Twelfth Division enter?”

The great doors opened, and standing within the entryway was none other than Urahara Kisuke, green and white strapped hat nowhere to be seen. He no longer resembled the young, awkward Captain he had been one hundred and thirteen years ago. Now, he stood tall, still, gaze trained forward. He made his way in slowly, geta clad feet making soft ‘clacks’ with every step. Behind him, surprisingly, walked a black feline, trodding to keep up. He turned to the left, and stepped into the place where he’d once stood, where Mayuri had once stood.

“Very well. Now, since we are all here, our first manner of business…”

The meeting did not last long; many were still in frail condition, such as the Third Division. The walk to the Twelfth was quiet, calm. Yoruichi had slipped away, returning to her family for the first time in far too long. She wouldn’t be taking up the mantle of Head of the Shihōin family; that title had passed to her younger brother. Instead, she’d become an aid to him, and split her time between the Soul Society and the World of the Living. Tessai didn’t want to return; he had no desire to come back. He’d handle the shop and keep an eye on Karakura, along with Jinta and Ururu.

Kisuke was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of a throat clearing. Head snapping up, slate gaze hues widening at the sight of his new lieutenant. “The last time I saw you, you were extremely little and didn’t have a nicotine addiction!” Kisuke greeted with a grin as Akon let out a bark of laughter.

“It’s good to see you again, too, Captain,” Akon replied, shaking his head as he fell into step beside Kisuke. “A lot’s changed.”

“I’d be more alarmed if nothing had changed. It has been over a century, after all!” His head tilts back, studying the sky. “It feels strange to be here again.”

“It does.” The sound of a little voice calling had both men pausing, glancing behind them, only to watch as a little black haired girl came bouncing over, nearly stumbling over her sandals. Nemu. Akon knelt down, arms open, allowing the girl to climb up into his arms. “Nemu, meet Urahara Kisuke. He’s taking over as Captain.”

“I remember him. Where’s your hat?” She asked, big dark eyes gazing up at Kisuke.

“Decided that it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear at a meeting,” he winked, and with a wave of his hand, it was as if the hat appeared out of thin air. Nemu’s eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open into a little ‘o’. “But I never wander too far without it.” Gaze turning, he took in the sight of the Division, how much it had changed, how large it had become. “Well…”

“Wherever you want to begin, I’ll guide you to it.” A grimace. “Notes? Or did he burn them all again?”

“Surprisingly, he didn’t.” A shrug as Akon began to walk once more, carrying Nemu as if she were his own. Members of the Twelfth stopped where they stood and bowed low, murmurs of welcome echoing through the air. “I don’t think he had the foresight to do that.”

“Good,” Kisuke nodded, clapping his hands together. “Then let's get to work.”

“Aye-aye, Captain.”

That Night

The night air was cool here compared to the warm autumn air of Karakura Town. Geta clopped along the top of the wall idly with no true direction. That is, until the sound of a snicker drew the attention of the shoe’s owner. Head tilting, Kisuke glanced behind himself to find Hirako Shinji standing behind him. “Can’t sleep?”

“Haunted by the past.” Kisuke replied, settling down on the wall. Was he in Shinji’s Division? He hadn’t realized he’d walked that far. “You?”

“Insomnia’s a bitch.” Shinji settled down on the wall, kicking his heels against the sturdy structure idly. “... It feels good to have you back.”

“Does it?” He mused, stepping closer before settling down, shoulder bumping Shinji’s before leaning against the other. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Fuck off,” Shinji teased, leaning his weight back against Kisuke’s shoulder. Together they sat, silence falling across them like a light dew in the early morning hours. Without speaking, Shinji reached over, taking hold of Kisuke’s hand. Calloused fingers drifted over stitched scars. “She did a number on you.”

“Benihime is a benevolent woman. I respect that,” Kisuke replied softly, watching Shinji’s fingers. “What about you? How’s your head?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Touche.” A chuckle slipped free from both men. Kisuke sighed, leaning over to rest his head atop Shinji’s own. “This is what you missed?”

“This and more.”

“It doesn’t feel right without Hiyori yelling at us. Or Love laughing. Or Hachi worrying…” Brows furrowing, he sighed. “But they like it in the World of the Living.”

“They’ll never come back.” Shinji’s voice was soft, regretful, full of anger pushed down beneath the surface. “It’ll never be the same.”

“No, it won’t,” his eyes closed, memories of days long passed flashing within his mind. “... But at least some of it will be.”

A smile curled Shinji’s lips as he pulled Kisuke’s hand up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to his knuckles. “Some of it will be, Captain.”

“Captain, eh?”

“Shaddup.”

Laughter filled the night air, so light and joyful, it was as if nothing had ever changed.

[ariana-senpai]

Hello dear! Can i get different scenarios of Shuhei Hisagi getting a cute new 3rd seat who is friendly, polite, cheerful, understanding and generous who would do anything for her new lieutenant and his close friends and is loyal to a fault. Possible NSFW and SFW scenarios between Shuhei Hisagi, Rangiku Matsumoto, and Izuru Kira please and thank you 😊 🙏

Sure thing~

Got it on the list. Thank you for the request!

[jojothaho]

Nakey. Izuru, Rangiku, Shuhei.

⛧Word count: 472

⛧Summary: Their reaction to walking in on their s/o changing.

⛧Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, Crack.

⛧Just something cute for the iconic lieutenant squad.

Izuru

Izuru was not expecting to get a face full of boobie when he opened the door to your room.

He should've been used to boobs, considering how many times he's seen Rangiku's, but no amount could prepare him for yours.

He gets flustered immediately, stammering and flailing his arms in the air.

"Sjkxfn- I- UHH, wecsf- Y/n I'm sorry!! I didn't know you were changing dear, I swear!"

Izuru is so cute, his entire face is red, and you can't help but notice his eyes flickering down every few seconds.

After making an absolute fool of himself, in his opinion, he slams the door shut, still apologizing profusely behind the door.

About 20 minutes of apologies later, Izuru finally calmed down, but whenever he looks at you, he remembers your boobs and the whole cycle starts again.

Rangiku

Miss girl isn't nervous at all, in fact, this was probably the moment she's been waiting for her entire life.

When Rangiku realizes you didn't notice her open the door, an idea formed in he head. With a grin playing on the corners of her mouth, she snuck up behind you.

When she was in range, she locked her arms around your waist and swung you around like a ragdoll.

"Hey, sweetheart, did you miss your super hot girlfriend?"

Rangiku would speak so casually as if she didn't just scare the virginity out of you, or as if she wasn't swinging you around, tiddies out on full display.

"RANGIKU. PUT. ME. DOWN. NOW!"

"Whats the magic word~"

"Please."

Rangiku had to hold back a laugh when she put you down, you were just too easy to tease.

All of a sudden, she'd get super serious, and lean into your face.

"Y/n......"

"W-what..?"

"Did your boobs get bigger~?"

"..."

Shuhei

Shuhei rarely visited you during work because the 9th division was always busy with something. So busy that he would end up working through every single "break" he had.

But today, he finally had enough time to check up on you during his lunch break.

It was supposed to be a quick 5-minute pop in, that's what Shuhei was telling himself as he watched you change.

He really didn't mean to stare, but, you were just so... pretty.

"See something you like?"

He's been caught red-handed, and he doesn't even know how to respond. Instead, he just slaps his hand over his nose, to catch the blood that you both know is coming.

Feeling bold, you'd strut over to him,

"Why don't you get a closer look?"

"I.. Uh, well... *Faints*

???

It was just supposed to be cute teasing, but instead, you would have to send a hell butterfly to the 9th, explaining that Shuhei wouldn't be returning.

And of course, you'd also have to clean up the pool of blood staining your bedroom floor.

[fairknights]

THE ONLY OPEN REQUEST BLOG! Ok can I request a comfort fluff scenario with the s/o cheering Izuru Kira up he deserves the world.

Ahhh I’m so sorry if you were waiting for this! This is an adorable request and you are so right about soft boi Izuru. I’ll have this take place after the events of Bleach, where Izuru is recovering from his injuries during the Thousand Year Blood War arc.

Bleach

Izuru Kira:

Bed rest. That’s what Isane told him. No paperwork, no training, nothing. When paperwork had been left solely to him because of 3rd Squad’s lack of captain, he’s sure he’s once said��‘I would give my right arm to get out of this paperwork’ before. Irony at its finest. Kurotsuchi patched him up poorly at first due to the lack of time, but now that the war is over he was able to restore Izuru much better than he had originally. Izuru supposed he should be grateful to at least have his life. Sitting here alone in his bed trying to read a book, not allowed up and about, he did not feel entirely grateful.

He’d thought he’d been getting better since Ichimaru’s betrayal. Thought he had been reclaiming his life. He had friends who were there for him, people he could count on, and the person he had had a crush on for years had finally confessed to returning his feelings. Things were going well for him. The trauma of the recent war had not been kind to him, however. If he was allowed to be back at work, maybe he could take his mind off of things, but instead he was forced to be alone with himself.

A knock at the door made Izuru jump and nearly drop the book he was holding.

“Ah! …Y-Yes?” He called out.

“It’s me, Izuru. I came to check on you,” you called through the door.

For just a moment, he reflexively considered telling you he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to be left alone. But he was craving company, especially yours, and he found himself calling out to you, inviting you in. You opened the sliding door and let yourself in, both hands behind your back. A suspicious crinkling sound followed behind you.

“Hey, you! How are you feeling?” You chirped, beaming at him.

You were like his own personal ray of sunshine, cheering him up from the greyest of days.

“I’m… okay,” he mumbled unconvincingly.

“You look tired. Are you sleeping okay?” You asked.

“Yes, I’ve had plenty of sleep,” was all he said.

“Hmm…. well, okay. Are you thirsty? I could make us some tea,” you chimed, deciding it best not to press him too hard.

“Yes, that would be nice, thank you,” Izuru replied.

Without turning around, you backed through the door into his small kitchen area, crossing to his small stove and setting down a small brown bag you’d hidden from your beloved when you entered his quarters. In it, you’d packed Izuru’s favourite tea, as well as two small pastries you knew he was partial to. In fact, the two of you frequently visited a small bakery together in Rukongai and he always ordered these sweet treats. You set some water to boil and picked out two plates and forks for your treats.

“So… What’s been going on out there lately?” You heard your lover’s voice from the other room.

“Mostly just repair work and tons of paperwork. It’s been boring really, you haven’t missed much,” you insisted.

“Oh… still, it’s probably better than being stuck in here all day,” Izuru grumbled.

“Honestly? I wish I’d been stuck in here with you,” you giggled.

You thought you heard Izuru mumble ‘me too’, but you couldn’t quite hear his quiet voice. You heard shuffling from the other room.

“Izuru? You okay?” You called.

“Yeah, just stretching my legs,” he replied.

“Oh wait, don’t come in here!” You called, rushing to the door. “You should be in bed resting!”

“I’m allowed to move around a little,” he mumbled, moving closer to you.

You stepped through to his room, blocking the way to the kitchen. You didn’t want him to spoil your surprise. He took a few steps forward, standing as close to you as he dared.

“What’s up Izuru?” You asked.

“I… I missed you,” he murmured.

He leaned a bit closer, arms moving up slightly, and you took the hint and enveloped him in a warm hug. He wrapped his arms around you in turn, pulling you close.

“You saw me just this morning, you know,” you chuckled, heart warming as the two of you held one another. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you admitted.

The sudden, high pitched whizzing of the kettle made you both jump, breaking the spell of your shared embrace. Izuru’s eyes snapped to the source of the sound, and then drifted across to the pastries you’d set out on plates. Damn it. Plan failed. You quickly moved to remove the boiling water from the stove.

“Are those…?” He asked.

You sighed. “You weren’t supposed to notice yet, I was gonna surprise you with them!”

His lips curled up into the smile you’d missed so much these past few weeks. “Thank you,” he said warmly.

You took a moment to admire how cute he was when he smiled.

“Well, now that my plan is totally busted, do you think you could carry them into the other room while I finish making the tea?” You sighed.

“Of course, I’d be pleased to,” He replied. 

He moved into the small kitchen to fetch the plates, and as he passed by you he planted a chaste kiss on your cheek. “Thank you so much,” he said again. “I’m so glad I met you, you know?”

Even though you’d known Izuru as long as you had, you still found your cheeks warming and your heart quickening at his sincerity.

“You’re welcome, Izuru. You are worth it, after all.”

[unohanadaydreams]

Angst for gin x reader?

how him betraying the soul society would affect her and like him dying

There’s so much angst all in a row in my inbox haha. Honestly, Gin leaving behind those he cares about with no context or information to achieve a goal he has told No One about has always got to me. He was really that sure he could pull it off

Gin Ichimaru:

If you were known to be his significant other, then you’d definitely be in for--at the very least--an interrogation. You’re pretty lucky that directly after Aizen the Central 46 isn’t reassembled, because I’m sure it’d be harsher if they were, considering Gin was part of a conspiracy that slaughtered their predecessors. I think you’re probably looking at two or more very invasive methods of lie detection from both the 2nd and 12th divisions, with General Yamamoto overseeing the operations. (If you knew of Gin’s involvement before he revealed himself and didn’t snitch, then congrats, you went to bondage jail or the maggot’s nest).

General opinion is a very hard thing to sway and if Gin is labeled a traitor, it would be hard to sway people at large with “but he was trying to stop Aizen the whole time”, because 1. he still went along with Aizen’s plots until pretty much end game 2. people are often stubborn once they make up their minds, especially when it comes to such emotional topics as betrayal. (Also Gin was a main suspect in the narrative of Aizen’s death before the truth was revealed; people just DON’T trust him).

For you, this means a lot of people shunning/ignoring you, to say the least. If you’re in a division with a captain who addresses the issue at large and makes it clear they won’t stand for nonsense then existence in your own division should be relatively fine, especially if your captain enforces it. This is to say nothing of the actions of those outside your division, especially when you are off-duty. People will decide if you’re guilty for themselves and you will be at the expense of a lot of passive aggressive and sly behavior at least and outward condemnation at worst.

There are obviously people other than you that would be sorrowful of Gin’s death and regard him as someone who was trying to do the right thing and someone who did his best, but I really don’t think they would be the majority. If you were to take pride in the fact that you loved Gin and mention him in passing (”ah, Gin used to love that dish, so I’m pretty familiar”), you’d probably encounter a good amount of resistance from people. People would go dead silent. Sneer. Drift away. Perhaps even people you thought were your closest friends.

I think it would be really hard for people at large to make peace with the fact that you were Gin’s significant other but he didn’t tell you what was going on. I don’t think people like Matsumoto or Izuru were immune from such treatment either, but as vice-captains, it’d obviously take a lot of fucking balls to do more than just ignore them or gossip behind their backs if you found them suspect. However, the general attitude towards you would mellow with time, especially when the Central 46 is reinstated and you are still deemed innocent and other threats are established.

Matsumoto seeks you out almost immediately after she is well enough to be up and about post-Aizen betrayal and shoves a saucer of sake in your hand, because she’s not about to cry during the day sober. It doesn’t matter if you’re at your desk mid-work load, you’re getting pulled to the nearest secluded room and having a tender moment comprised of tearful hours with her right then and there. If you were Gin’s significant other, I think it would be very unlikely you didn’t have some sort of amicable relationship with her, so it’s not even just out of wanting to relate and mourn with you, but out of genuine care.

I think Izuru would be more hesitant and unsure. What would he even say? “Sorry Gin didn’t think we deserved to know the truth?” “Sorry someone we both cared about left us behind like we didn’t matter?” He’s either getting dragged to you by Matsumoto (or Renji--OR BOTH), an already weepy drunk, or waffling outside your division or apartment every day for like a month before chickening out every time because he can’t fathom his words or comfort being welcome or enough. Honestly, I think if he organically came to you (if you haven’t already opened your apartment door after his second week of loitering near it and pulled him in to talk), it would be with a very uncertain and shaky letter.

To be even Spicier(tm) for a moment:

If you were pregnant or already had a child with Gin, they would almost DEFINITELY get told to their face that their father was a bad person because children are ruthless about that sort of thing and no matter how hard you try to instill that Gin was trying to do the right thing, they’re going to hear plenty of conflicting opinions and grow up really bitter about it.

Izuru would absolutely find himself randomly bursting into tears looking at your kid freshly after Gin’s betrayal and then again after his death.

Rangiku would be the vodka aunt of your dreams but if your kid looked a lot like Gin, I think it would really get to her sometimes, as her most fond memories are of Gin when they were children.

Your kid will view lying as The Biggest Sin.

[indigosuvi]

Izuru Kira Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 96 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Izuru is very shy and not one for many words, however he is more talkative around his friends.

He is a very loyal person to his friends and partner.

He would try impressing someone he likes by writing sad, dark poems, hoping to get the message across that he likes them.

He doesn't have much confidence in himself

He also isn't very good at making decisions and would rather someone else make them.

He cannot stand persimmons because of Gin Ichimaru.

He also has a pet cat that makes him feel slightly better and less alone.

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[chire-senbonimagines]

Can I ask for a scenario (or headcanons are okay too, I guess, if don’t have the time ^^) for Kira comfort cuddles with his s/o after the Quincy war, assuming that he survived (cause fuck canon) and that hole healed but left some scars of course.

A little drabble for you, nonnie ~Admin S

Izuru pressed close, nose buried against your neck as you absently traced patterns over his back. A little shiver worked down your spine but you felt warm and content.

He still tensed a little when your fingers strayed over what was once the edge of the gaping hole in his chest but the tenseness of his shoulders relaxed a moment later and he snuggled closer into your warm skin.

Your hands went to his hair instead, stroking through blonde strands and nuzzling gently. His soft sigh puffed against your collarbone, his own fingers idly stroking your side in swirling patterns.

[fluffykitkat]

Momo: You're smiling izuru. What happened?

Izuru: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Shuhei : answer to that No. Renji tripped and fell down the stairs today.

Rangiku: it was hilarious *high fives izuru*

Nanao: well you pushed him downstairs rangiku.

Rangiku: Details details *waves her hand*

Ikkaku: did he die tho? Hope he did

Renji: I AM HERE YOU IDIOT-

[shadowsnlace]

You know I got to hop up in your ask box! I would love a NSFW scenario with Izuru in an AU where he starts up a steamy, secret office romance with his new glasses-wearing female captain. Have her surprise him in sexy lingerie with her haori over it ;) 😘

Most definitely hop in here with some fun! I am so sorry this took so long! It’s definitely time for some yummy fun with handsome Izuru! I hope you enjoy!

“Kira’s Captain”  -  Izuru Kira

You were absently chewing on the end of a pen in your office. Your glasses had slipped down your nose a bit, your hair falling to frame your face. The monthly budget report was yet another piece of tedious work to finish and your expression reflected your disinterest in it. Being a captain was supposed to be exciting, not an endless tide of paperwork.

Izuru’s eyes were riveted to the scene. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Hollows could be attacking right now, swarming the building, and he would be unable to snap out of the spell you had cast upon him just by lightly chewing on the end of a pen. 

You looked up. A blush bloomed high on Izuru’s cheeks. His eyes darted to the computer screen on his desk. You smiled to yourself. Sure, being a captain had its tedious tasks, but it also had some really nice perks.

“Lieutenant Kira,” you called, “I need to see you in my office.”

He stood, bumped his hip on his desk in an effort to quickly get around it, and swore softly. 

You waited until he had closed the door, “Lock it.”

The snick of the lock had a Pavlovian response for you – your legs squeezed together as a pulse in your core made you shift on your chair. 

Izuru sat down in the chair across from your desk, “Was there something you wanted, Captain?” He was going to play along. He knew that tone in your voice and knew what a locked door meant. 

You stood and moved around to stand in front of him. “I wore something very special today. Something just for you.” You peeled away your haori then your shihakusho. First, your top – a royal blue, lacy bra did little to cover your pebbled nipples. Then, your hakama – the matching panties, lacy edges and silk already darkened with your desire. 

Izuru watched, fists clenched in his hakama. He wanted to touch you so badly but the need to watch you undress for him overrode that. 

You smiled at him, stroked his cheek, “I chose the blue to match your beautiful eyes.” 

Those eyes lifted to yours, “Put your haori back on.” The command in his voice sent a thrill down your spine. You loved it when he took charge. 

You slipped the haori back on. Izuru’s hands on your hips pulled you forward so he could place a kiss below your belly button. One soft touch before his fists closed on the lapels of your haori as he stood, a full head taller than you. “I’ll ask you again, Captain, is there something you want?”

“Yes, Izuru, you – all I want is you.” You tilted your head back, an open invitation.

His eyes dropped to your lips briefly before returning your gaze. He smiled, “Good answer.” His lips captured yours in a kiss. His mouth slanted over yours again and again. Little moans from you were only for his ears. His fingers crept into the lace of your bra, peeling the cups down to expose your breasts but keeping them held up by the fabric. He sealed the kiss, his mouth moving down to allow him to swirl his tongue around a nipple. 

Your fingers threaded through his hair, the golden strands silky to the touch. He sucked on your nipple and your hips swayed toward him in response, a mewl of need escaping. “Oh, Izuru…” You had to speak softly, others were going about their normal daily work just on the other side of your office door. 

He guided you back toward the desk, intent on laying you down and continuing to explore your body. But, you stopped, pulled his obi and let his hakama fall. You pushed his underwear down, gave him a nudge to sit down in the chair. When he did, you moved between his legs, your hands gently stroking his engorged erection. 

Izuru moaned low as he watched you settle on your knees. Your mouth was only an inch away from taking his cock, when he stopped you, “Wait,” he reached for something on the desk -- your glasses. He placed them on your face, settled halfway down the bridge of your nose. “There, perfect.” 

You gave him a sexy smile and looked up at him over the rim of your glasses as your mouth slowly slid over his cock. You knew what that visual did to him and the reaction was instant. Izuru groaned loudly and reached for your hair. “Nnnngggh...you are so sexy.” His hand fisted at the back of your head when your tongue circled the head of his cock then sucked. 

You started slow: slide, suck, retreat, stroke with your hand. Izuru’s shallow pants mingled with the sounds of your wet lips. His hips lifted and you went still, allowing him to fuck your mouth. The sight of it all sent him reeling. He kept pumping until he suddenly lifted you away and onto the desk. Your hands swept out to clear a space. The budget report fluttered into the air, the keyboard clattered on the floor, and the pen you’d been chewing on joined it a second later. 

Izuru hooked a finger into the crotch of your panties, pulled them aside, then began licking you in earnest. You’d stirred his passion and now there was no stopping him until you were a shaking mess beneath him. 

You watched as his tongue flicked and swirled, darted and teased; his lips pulled and sucked, caressed and kissed. All the while, his eyes kept you entranced. He hummed and moaned as he feasted, making your legs shake and your breath skip. So close to the edge of bliss...

He stopped, shifted, and entered you with one sure stroke. The feel of him filling you made you groan. Izuru leaned over you, got a firm stance and began surging into you at the perfect angle. Your eyes flew wide every time he hit that spot deep in you. He grinned at you, “Is this what you wanted, Captain?”

“Yes, Izuru!” You gasped.

His hands curled into the lapels of your haori and lifted your upper body off the desk. His chest muscles and biceps flexed, inviting your hands to roam the striations. Pulling you close, he kissed you deep and hard, matching the invasion below. The kiss was hot and desperate, both trying to muffle your moans. 

You were racing toward an orgasm. Izuru’s thrusts were unrelenting. The heels of your feet were digging into his tight butt, your knees tucked up. Your body felt hot and tight. You couldn’t seem to get enough air from the sharp pants. You clawed at his back, wishing somehow you could get closer, get more. Then, it all unraveled in jerky bursts of pleasure that stacked on each other until you were wailing, not giving a damn who heard you. 

Izuru grunted, pressed his face into your neck and groaned as the spasms from your orgasm pulled him right into his. He went still, pulsing inside you, breathing hard against your skin. He kissed your shoulder, rubbed his hand over your nipples making you squirm and giggle as it set off little pleasurable sparks to your core. He chuckled and latched onto one with his lips, sucking and licking. You arched under him, shocked that another orgasm skipped through you -- not as strong as the last, but still feeling amazing. 

You felt him stir and harden, climbing onto the desk to take you once again. This time, he stayed close, kissing deeply, moving more slowly, taking time to just enjoy the wonderful feeling of being connected. This time was less about achieving rapture and more about sharing love. It made the orgasms deeper, more emotional, and you both held none of it back from each other 

Sometime later Izuru helped you back into your shihakusho and set his own uniform back to rights. “We really should stop doing this. It’s only a matter of time before we get caught. Even with the door locked, someone is bound to hear us.”

You pulled him into a sweet kiss, “I’m sure I’m not the only Captain that enjoys making love in their office.” You snickered, “If these walls could talk, I bet it would mostly be X-rated and hot as hell.”

Izuru chuckled, “They don’t need to talk. Captain Kurotsuchi probably has it all recorded and archived.” You looked panicked, but he held up his hand to stop your question, “Don’t worry, I’ve been doing regular sweeps to get rid of his devices. He’s relentless,” grinned, “but so am I.” 

Oh, yes, you most certainly are Izuru Kira.

[sinzkiller]

-Random Bleach group chat-

Iba created a group chat

Iba change the "group chat" to "Shinigami Men's Association"

Iba added Iemura

Iba added Omaeda

Iba added Akon

Iba added Kira

Iba added Hisagi

Iba: ATTENTION, ATTENTION, SINCE WE CAN'T USE ANY HALL FOR OUR GATHERING SO I WILL USE THIS CHAT GROUP AS OUR MAIN PLATFORM FOR COMMUNICATION.

Akon: AYE AYE SIR!

Kira: Is there anything you want to share with us today, Iba-san?

Iba: Lately, our association club has been experiencing a lack of funds. It's such a pain in the ass for us.

Iba: In the world of living, you will get paid or get money from your fans if you're famous.

Iba: I hope you know what I mean, we need to be famous among all soul reaper in Seireite. How do we do that? Well it's easy... Just take a picture of ourselves doing such a sexy and manly pose and publish it 😎

Iba: Like this picture of Kira and Hisagi!

Iba:

Hisagi: Honestly....I look so handsome there, no wonder bunch of cute girls kept looking at me lately 😎

Omaeda: Hmmm I see, I'll join you guys later, I'm still busy with something else

Iemura: Heh, no problem, but I'm still busy right now

Iemura: Captain Unohana need us squad 4 to assist her right now 💀

Omaeda left the Shinigami Men's Association

Iemura left the Shinigami Men's Association

Kira: 💀

Iba: Hmmm...well Ukitake taicho can do all of that easily since he's so famous..but he's currently not in a good health :(

Iba: That's why..I need bunch of strong, handsome and trusted men(aside from myself) to help me out... For our association

Hisagi: ANYTHING FOR OUR ASSOCIATION, IBA-SAN!

Iba: I like your spirit!

Iba:Now... People are interested in something that they never see before...not something..but someone.. someone mysterious and very secretive

Akon: Just like my captain?

Iba: YES YES. THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Iba: I want your captain, to join us today, pleaseeeeeeee 🥺

Akon: I don't think he's interested in whatever we're doing now, plus he's such a busy man you know..

Iba: Fine, I bet he's not that handsome after all

Mayuri added Mayuri to Shinigami Men's Association

Mayuri: I am not interested in whatever you weirdos doing, but since I took that as an insult, I will dissect you and maybe put you in the jar :)

Kira: DID HE JUST ADDED HIMSELF TO THIS GROUP???

Kira: WHAT THE..

Iba:

Mayuri: Oh so this is what you have been doing during your free time, Akon?

Akon: 💀

Mayuri: That's fine. Well if you guys wonder how do I looks like, why don't you come to my lab now :)

Kira: Nope, no thanks

Hisagi: FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ASSOCIATION I'LL GO

Kira: HISAGI NOOOOOOOOO THAT'S A TRAP 🪤 🪤 🪤 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Iba: I WILL SAVE YOU HISAGI, WAIT FOR ME!!!

Iba: I'll bring the camera too, time to be "paparazzi" and capture a rare images of captain Kurotsuchi ;)

Kira: WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLL IBA-SAN!!!!!!!!!

Akon: Oi wtf 🚬 🗿

_____________________

As Hisagi arrived at 12th Division's lab, he saw Mayuri standing there with scalpel in his hand.

"Hehe..... What a coincidence I need someone to test my new drugs" :)))))))

"SO IT WAS A TRAP?" Hisagi shouted and panic.

Mayuri laughed and says "It was this easy to capture a fool like you, sit quietly and I'll inject this drug—" before he could finish the sentence, a familiar voices heard from outside the lab.

"I WILL SAVE YOU HISAGI, WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, HERE , GRAB MY FRIENDSHIP ROPE NOW HISAGI" Iba shouted

Mayuri, Kira and Akon are tired with all of this shit 💀

[draconicsparkle]

Hello and welcome! Name is Kira! You can call me that or Draconic or Sparkle or whatever you want really. Been having a swell time creating fics. Mostly Danganronpa and Rain Code. Also a huge fan of Pokémon and several other franchises. Feel free to send asks or messages! I am happy to chat with people!

Here is a masterpost of all my works. Cause I realized that it’s a bit cluttered here without it. This should make things easy to navigate.

I do hope this helps!

Enjoy!!!

Pic by @noodleartz

Danganronpa Fics

The Peak of Hope : God au where Hajime gets possessed by a god Izuru. Complete

Wings and Scales : Dragon au where Nagito is a dragon and Hajime is his caretaker. Complete

Hajime’s Cats : A fluffy episodic fic of Hajime and his cats Izuru and kitten Nagito. Complete

Differing Heights and Rationalities : Borrower au with borrower Nagito and human Hajime and Izuru. Complete

Sunshine and Shadows : Spirit au with human Hajime rescuing light spirit Nagito. Complete

Childhood : Prequel to Sunshine and Shadows. Would highly recommend reading SAS first as this contains heavy spoilers to the ending of it. Complete

Sweets From Alice’s : Size changing gt fic. Episodic in nature. Complete

Naga Nagito Drabbles : Au created by @tortadecereji; Another series of episodic chapters with Hajime interacting with Naga Nagito. Big or small, but mostly big. Complete.

Nagizuru Au : Au created by @karugoround; Where Nagito became Izuru and Hajime serves as his caretaker. Complete

Lost Souls : A Pokémon/Danganronpa crossover fic where Hajime and Nagito need to work together to help a lost Pokémon return home. Complete

Children of the Cosmic God : Eldritch horror Izuru adopts orphaned Hajime and Nagito. The two must make a difficult choice when they come of age. Complete

One Shots

Parenting in the Apocalypse

Eternal Happiness? I Found It!

Octopath Traveler Fics

Little Thief : Octopath Traveler g/t fic. Complete

Short Stories : Octopath Traveler 2 gt one shots. Complete

The Hound and His Little Lamb : Octopath Traveler 2 knightlight fic. Complete

Rain Code Fics

The Masks I Wear : Rain Code sibling fic. Complete

Family’s Friends : Sequel to the The Masks I Wear. Complete

The Offer of a Lifetime : Part 3 of the Twin Detectives series. Complete

Our Differences : Part 4 and finale of the Twin Detectives Series. Complete

Take Care : Part 5 extra bit to the Twin Detectives Series. Sickfic. Complete

He Who Defies Death : Post canon au where Makoto receives the Book of Death. Complete

Transparent : Viviakou fic where Vivia is a ghost haunting the house that Yakou and Yuma move into. Complete

Safe In The Nocturne : Yakou Fathero adopts Yuma fic. Complete

The Dragons and Their Detective : An au where the Master Detectives are dragons. Complete

One of the Flock : Sequel to The Dragons and Their Detective. Complete

Which On Is It? : Kokolight vampire au oneshot. Complete

Feed : Prequel to Which One Is It? Complete

Blood Bond : Kokolight vampire au where Yakou learns a fun fact about vampire bats. Complete

There’s a Bat in the Agency! : Vampire Au where bat Yuma is discovered by the NDA. Complete

His Shield : Vampire Au where Vivia gets angy and causes some damage cause someone hurt the smol bean vampire. Complete

Beverage of Choice: Vampire Au after the explosion at the agency. Yuma meets someone who seems… oddly knowledgeable. Complete

I’ll Serve the Mirrors: Vampire Au post game. Yuma and Vivia decide to allow someone else to join them in their vampiric feeding sessions. Complete

A Nightmare Under the Full Moon : Kokomare werewolf au where Yuma is extra floofy. Complete

Artificial Mind, Artificial Heart : Rain Code au where Makoto is an artificial intelligence program learning to be human. Still ongoing

Going For The Throat : One shot where Yomi does something to make Makoto angry. He suffers the consequences. Complete.

Cat Yomi: Makoto finds cat Yomi in a rainstorm and brings him inside. Complete

Double Life: A what if scenario where Yakou survives the Blank Week with his clone. Complete

The Two Chiefs: Sequel to Double Life. The two Yakous spill the beans on the Blank Week Mystery to the NDA. Complete

5-Star Interrogation: Part three of Double Yakous au. The two Chiefs find themselves whisked away to a fancy restaurant in order to talk to a strange man that they’ve never met before. Complete

Web of Truth: Au where Makoto is a monster and gets curious about the human that shares his face. Still ongoing

CEO or Spicy Kitten?: Older and taller Yuma convincing Makoto to take a day off through interesting means. Complete

My Small and Strange Family: Rain Code borrower au. Still ongoing

To Be Merry: Post game Viviakou Christmas fic. Complete

Purple Bubbles: PokéCode fic with Mewma and Makotwo. Complete

What I Could Do To You: Secret Santa gift with Makoto thinking he’s about to go feral. Complete

The Hero Unsung: Ramen Yuma discovers his food is a hit with the zombies too. Complete

Rain Code Ship Week 2024 fics

Different Body But Same Soul: Domestic Kokobolt. Complete

The Damsel Who Isn’t In Distress: Prince Vivia and his dragon guardian Yakou. Complete

Captive Heart: Dark makoyuma fic with a possessive Makoto. Complete

[kleineshexenkraut]

What if...

A little what if-horror scenario.

We know that some of the shinigami were born in Soul Society and others lived and died in the living world before.

What if the level of power and kind of abilities attributed to a shinigami's zanpakuto not only depends on their character and temperament but is, in the case of those who died, also influenced by how they died and how bad it was? As in the worse the death the greater the power.

Ever since I thought about it the more interesting I find this idea, even though (or maybe because?) this means really gruesome stuff happened. Since horror is one of my favorite genres that fits real nicely.

TW for mentions of brutal accidents/injuries death, torture and murder

There are three types of zanpakuto: melee, kido, element (and those that are hard to classify as one of these categories, but you know...)

Element-type is still pretty straightforward:

Tōshirō Hitsugaya: frozen/drowned in ice water

Rukia Kuchiki: frozen to death

Genryūsai Yamamoto: slowly burned to death

Rangiku Matsumoto: suffocated in sand/ash or sandstorm

Sasakibe Chōjirō: hit by lightning or accidental electrocution

Kido-type is a bit trickier, but very 'fun' to think about:

Hanatarō Yamada: died during surgery

Izuru Kira: crushed by a heavy object

Yumichika Ayasegawa: starvation

Mayuri Kurotsuchi: poisoned/drug overdose or medical drug test gone very wrong

Rose Ōtoribashi: murder victim, drugged and strangled by instrumental string

Retsu Unohana: (assuming Minazuki's power is acid) accident or murder victim, drowned in acid or got thrown into acid while dying

Melee-type is self-explanatory, although the mentioned strength level could then hint at differences. Example:

Madarame Ikkaku: murder victim or accident, death by spear or spike wound(s)

Kenpachi Zaraki: murder victim, slowly and gradually chopped into pieces by meat-cleaver

Feel free to add your own twisted ideas. I'd love to hear them!