#puck/renji

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Concept;

Uta getting extremely jealous over the whole Puck/Renji deal which makes Chiaki all the more certain that there's no way Uta has feelings for her. But also Uta coming to the realization that he's so very fucking attached to both of them and now it feels like BOTH are drifting away and he's gotta fucking cope with that.

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'Tis I, the one who puts her shirt on wrong most of the time😊😊

And I bring you this humble idea

Kisuke takes everyone to the beach. Would Grimmjow like it? Would he know how to swim? What swimwear would he wear? What kind of shenanigans would he and Ichigo get up to? Who is included in "everyone"? 🧡🧡💙💙

I hope you are having a lovely day!!!

Hello there, my lovely friend with her shirt on backward! I had a wonderful day, spent some time with a friend! I hope your day was good as well!!!

I very much enjoy this idea, and I have several thoughts, which I will put under the cut as this will be quite a long post, lol!

So, Kisuke wants to take them all to the beach...why? Because, he's Kisuke. He's probably running from some responsibility or other, or maybe he needs some special item and the beach is where it happens to be, but it's hot and he doesn't want to look for it, he wants to goof off. So he brings the others in the hopes one of them will 'stumble across it' and he can swoop in and get it. Is it a cursed object? Perhaps. Will they need to fight off some hollows to get to it? Oh definitely. Does he tell them any of this before hand? No. Why? Because, he's Kisuke.

Who is this 'everyone' he invites to the beach? Well, we have the usual victims I mean friends: Ichigo, Grimmjow, Jinta, Ururu, and Yoruichi comes along to laugh at everyone. Tessai is there too, with a lovely picnic laid out, all hand made foods. I think the invitation would be extended (by Jinta) to Ichigo's sister, Yuzu, and Karin because Karin will not be one to stand by and let her siblings have a fun day while she's stuck at home with Puck I mean, Isshin. Maybe Ichigo is totally suspicious of this whole set up. Why? Because, it's started by Kisuke. So he confides to Orihime about it, which was the wrong decision because now her and Chad and Uryu are all coming along instead of helping him get out of the situation. Rukia and Renji come too, after finding out about the trip from Kisuke and Rukia basically telling him to make sure there's enough food for the two of them as well.

Grimmjow is unsure what to think at first. He's curious, but not so much about the beach as he is about why it is such a big event. He doesn't get why all the humans and soul reapers wanna hang around in the sand and then get soaked in the water, like, don't they get cold? And what do they do when they have to get undressed? Isn't that taboo for humans to see each other naked blatantly in the open like that. Kisuke laughs at him at first, and then explains the concept of swimsuits. And now Grimmjow is more confused, because why would they want special clothes just to get wet?

But he has to join in and be just like the rest of them, because he wouldn't want them thinking he's scared or weak or anything like that. So he demand Kisuke help him find a swimsuit. Which is part of the plan. See, I fully believe that whatever original plan Kisuke has for this trip, he also wouldn't pass up a chance to have Ichigo and Grimmjow around each other in swimwear. Two birds, one stone, and all that jazz. So he finds Grimm a swimsuit. It's tight. Skin tight. The kind professionals use. I used to be in a swimclub, for about seven years. Trust me, the racing suits? They hide NOTHING. And Grimmjow doesn't know enough to be able to say he doesn't like it. He assumes everyone will have one like that. He is wrong.

Ichigo chokes when he sees Grimmjow walk out in that suit. Legit. Chokes on the air. Because it very finely accentuates the Arrancar's butt and thighs. But also, because Grimmjow didn't wear a shirt, not a sweater, nothing on top. He is showing off his fine upper body and Ichigo can't cope. He's dying. Chad, help him, man down, Ichigo is a puddle now. A puddle of Ichigo, on the pavement because Kisuke is an ass :D (Ichigo knows it's Kisuke's doing because he knows there is no way Grimmjow would choose something like that).

Chad and Orihime may have to shake him a bit, but Ichigo recovers. Grimmjow is concerned (he read about the dangers of humans getting heat stroke at the beach, on the internet, and he'll be damned if he lets Ichigo die on him in less than ten minutes, without even challenging him to the dangerous life-threatening game of beach volleyball) so he yanks Ichigo over to the shade and tells him to 'stay there if you don't want to die, shithead'. Ichigo is now very confused; on the one hand Grimmjow being bossy is kind of...hot, but on the other he came to the beach so he is not going to sit in the shade and watch everyone else have fun. He ends up going into the water to Grimmjow's dismay, and much like an overbearing parent cat, Grimmjow is constantly fetching him out and dropping him in the shade. And Ichigo fights him the entire way and then goes right. back. in. the water. Grimmjow is getting hella frustrated because why the heck can't Ichigo see he is trying to protect him from the dangers of the sun and also the danger of the sea monsters (which he heard about from Kisuke and Jinta). Each time, Ichigo goes out further, and each time Grimmjow fetches him and brings him back (He knows how to swim, he's just not used to doing it when not naked in a pool of water in the training ground Kisuke has).

This goes on for several hours. Everyone else is idly watching them and placing bets on who caves in to who first, while still having their own fun. Finally, Ichigo is the one that goes 'fine. you know what? fine. I'm going to get some ice cream.' He turns on his heel and leaves to go get some from a nearby ice cream stand. And Grimmjow is NOT HAPPY BECAUSE THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING SHADE KUROSAKI YOU SHITHEAD GET BACK HERE. So he follows him.

It's unsurprising, but Ichigo now has a grumpy Grimmjow standing with him in the ice cream line. However, they are standing a few feet apart (due to them both being hot and annoyed at the other). So, Ichigo definitely gets hit on. I mean, he's a total catch. And all the other gay men definitely notice. So he's given this dude's number, and before he can even stammer out an excuse, Grimmjow takes the number from him, stares at it for a moment, then looks at the dude that gave it to him and says, because he is Grimmjow and fighting is all he ever thinks about and he has no clue yet that he is actually in love with Ichigo, "You wouldn't be able to satisfy him." He says that. To the man who gave Ichigo his number. And Grimmjow is talking about sparring, and Ichigo suspects this but that doesn't stop him from turning red and smacking the arrancar on the back of his head while the other man apologizes and says he 'didn't know Ichigo was taken already'. And Ichigo is too annoyed with Grimmjow to bother correcting the man, in fact he's so busy snapping at the arrancar he forgot the other man was there.

And then they get back to the beach, and both of them are as irritable as ever. Renji does that thing, where you get yourself soaked and then run over to hug your friend as a prank to make them cold and damp. And Ichigo has ice cream, which Grimmjow knows is cold. And the water is cold. So he grabs Renji's face and shoves him backward because dammit Abarai don't you know hypothermia is a THING. Except how dare he touch Rukia's friend, so she comes up, grabs his wrist, and tosses him over her shoulder in a self-defense throw (don't remember what it's called lol). And Ichigo is just sitting there like :/ with his ice cream.

Uryuu has not come out from under the umbrella they set up. He's reading a book. Ichigo goes to sit by him for a bit because it's calmer. Grimmjow leaves him be because at least that is SHADE. Yuzu and Karin are playing in the water with Jinta and Ururu, though Jinta is more focused on Yuzu and Karin is very protective of her twin so she is doing her best to sabotage all his efforts of winning Yuzu over. Ururu helps her because why not. Kisuke is sitting on the beach under an umbrella, eating delicious food and laughing as Karin once again pushes Jinta underwater. Orihime is trying to get them to stop picking on him, very concerned about someone getting hurt. Chad is floating in the water on his back, completely relaxed and ignoring everyone around him.

So, there are my thoughts, lol. Basically, everyone else is having normal fun at the beach and Grimmjow goes into overprotective mode for Ichigo because he is not used to beaches and he is nervous. Feel free to let me know your thoughts! Any other activities you think should happen? How long do they stay there? Does anyone else show up to join them? Do you think Ichigo and Grimmjow get some alone time at some point? What was Kisuke's true motive??? :D

[recurring-polynya]

I haven’t posted any fanfic since April and I am dying, so I dug out this first chapter of this amateur hockey AU fic I started back in my annus mirabilis of 2019, which I am never going to finish. Despite taking place in an ice rink, it was supposed to be a fundamentally summery story and it was 90 degrees here today, so that seems about right.

I’ve always been rather fond of it and I hope you like it, too.

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The old rink seemed a lot smaller than the first time Rukia had walked through those doors. Smelled the same though, that astringent tang of bleach and wet rubber with just a note of snack bar french fries. Which was strange, because the Ice Society snack bar didn't offer french fries or soggy pizza or any of the usual things served in the snack bars of the hundreds of ice rinks she'd been in over the last ten years. But everything about Ice Society was weird.

For starters, it was called Ice Society. Presumably it was a shitty pun on "High Society," except that the man who owned the rink was a crusty old ex-Marine with one eye who didn't even know what puns were. It was just a mystery.

Rukia half expected Ol' Man Zaraki's asshole son to still be manning the counter of the pro shop, but an orange-haired teen snored at the register instead. She kicked the front of the counter, and he sat up with a start.

“Huh, wha? Won’t get me this time, old man!’

Rukia cleared her throat.

The kid peered down at her from his perch on a high stool. “Uh, you want a sharpening? I am definitely allowed to use the machine without supervision.”

Rukia raised one eyebrow. “Saw an ad. Rink’s looking for a figure skating instructor for the summer?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” the teen scratched his head.

“I...would like to apply?”

“You got a resume or something?”

Rukia narrowed her eyes at him, but passed it over.

The kid made a very serious face as he looked it over. “First Place Overall, Tri State Championships 2015, mmm, very impressive. First Place Regionals 2016, ah ha ha, very tough competition that year.”

“You don’t know a ding-dang thing about competition figure skating, do you, junior?”

“Nope!” he replied cheerfully. “I don’t have any hiring authority either.” He craned his neck around to check the big clock hanging behind him. “Mr. Manager’s out playing hockey with the delinquents, but he should be done in about ten minutes. If you want to talk to him, you can wait around, or I can give this to him assuming I don’t fall asleep again or forget.”

Rukia didn’t really register the second part of this sentence because her heart gave a little leap at the mention of delinquents. “Ol’ Man Zaraki still teaches the kids from juvie how to play hockey?” she asked.

The teen regarded her curiously. “Naw, his back gives him trouble. His son does it now.” He narrowed his eyes. “S’how I learned, y’know.”

Rukia wagged her eyebrows at him. “No shit. Me, too. I’ll wait.”

She wasn’t sure that Ikkaku would even remember her—it’d been ten years and he’d been a surly teen at the time, not too interested in the shouting, angry kids he was trying to teach wrist shots to. Rukia hoped maybe he’d mellowed out a bit, and might be a little more inclined to hire someone with a soft spot in their heart for his dad, who, seriously, had to be about 900 years old by now.

“I’m gonna go out and watch,” Rukia informed the shop kid, snagging her resume back.

“Suit yourself.” He suddenly seemed to remember something. “Wait, you play hockey? Look, my team is lookin’ for—“

Rukia waved a hand dismissively. “It’s been years. I don’t even own equipment.”

“We sell equipment! You’d get an employee discount!” he shouted after her as she headed into the rink proper.

Rukia recognized the drill the kids were doing. They would skate up the ice, the coach would set them up with a pass, and they would take a shot on goal. Most of the kids could barely shoot the puck, but to be fair, the tiny person in net couldn’t really stop anything, either. Nevertheless, Rukia could hear a steady stream of barked encouragement from the coach under the high pitched babble of shouts and shrieks from the other players. These kids didn’t get a whole lot of encouragement in their lives, and she remembered very well the feeling of teammates shouting her name for the first time.

“Great job, great job, everybody! Give your keeper a high five, and go get changed! Awesome hustle today, Ururu, way to hang in there!”

Rukia leaned against the curve of the rink, watching the little hooligans high-five their coach as they piled off the ice.

“You didn’t suck too much yourself today, old man!” one of them squeaked.

Rukia snorted. Some things never changed.

The coach was taking a moment to help the goalie—who turned out to be a tiny girl with dark hair in pigtails—loosen the buckles on her leg pads, before shooing her into the locker room.

Rukia stood up and prepared to re-introduce herself, when he pulled off his helmet, and instead of Ikkaku’s shaved head, a mass of dark red hair spilled out. Most of it was covered with a sweat-soaked bandana, but she would recognize that ponytail anywhere. The words dried up in Rukia’s mouth and she stood stupidly gawping like a fish. The man, who stood close to 6’4” in his skates, stopped short when he realized there was a tiny woman in his way.

“Ah, ‘scuse me, almost didn’t see you there.” He seemed confused by her lack of movement, speech, or any other discernibly human reactions. And then recognition dawned. “Rukia? ‘Zat you?”

Something about the sound of his voice brought her back to herself. Rukia crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at him. “Hey, Renji.”

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“I’ve seen you around, I think,” Rukia mentioned, poking one of the pucks experimentally with her stick while she waited her turn.

“Family court, prob’ly,” Renji suggested. People were always recognizing him. It was the hair. “You in the foster system, too?”

“Uh, yeah,” she admitted.

“Whadja do to get put in juvie?”

“Jacked a car.”

“You stole a car?”

“It was a 1996 Ford Festiva, so maybe ‘car’ is a little generous. How ‘bout you?”

He fidgeted. “Spray painted a dick on the side of the school.”

Rukia laughed. She had the grating laugh of an old grifter, not a little girl’s laugh at all. “Karakura Middle, lime green? Real attention to detail on the ball hairs?”

“That was me.”

“Nice work.”

Renji felt his cheeks color. He’d never actually gotten a compliment on his graffiti before, let alone from a cute girl who had jacked a goddamn car. “Hey, it’s almost my turn here, and I do not know what I am doing, don’t judge me too rough, okay?”

“I would never.”

“Next!”

Renji launched himself down the ice at top speed. He lost his edge after three paces and landed stomach-down on the ice with a shit-ton of momentum. Ikkaku, barking instructions from the blue line, managed to get one hand on the boards and jump high enough to clear the careening child as he skidded by. Renji bounced off the boards a few times and came to a rest deep in the neutral zone.

“Good hustle, Abarai!” Zaraki boomed.

Rukia was laughing her ass off.

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“Yeah, Zaraki took me in a couple years after you moved away,” Renji explained as they sat in the bleachers drinking kombucha from the snack bar and watching Ichigo, the teen from the pro shop, drive the zamboni repeatedly into the boards. “After I got kicked out of the third or fourth foster family. I’m sorry Ichigo confused you.”

As if on cue, the zam hit the boards particularly hard, thoroughly rattling the glass. Renji stood up and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “That’s it, you’re done!” he bellowed. “Go find Ganju and tell him to finish up!”

“Aw, maaaaan!” Ichigo groaned.

Renji plopped back down again. “So what are you doing back in Karakura?”

“Oh,” Rukia said, suddenly remembering that this wasn’t some dumb nostalgia trip. “I’m doing a summer student research program over at the Seireitei U downstate campus. I saw the rink was advertising for a part-time figure skating instructor, and I thought it might be nice to make a few bucks in my free time. Liked the idea of seeing the old place again.” She smoothed out her rumpled resume, and handed it to him.

"Oh, cool! Yeah, both our figure skating instructors just graduated college and moved away." Renji skimmed her resume for a moment, his eyes widening. “I always knew you were a good skater, but…”

“The man who adopted me was a former Olympian,” Rukia said stiffly. “He saw a lot of potential in me.”

“Looks like he saw right,” Renji shrugged. “You sure you don’t got better things to do than teach some teens how to stomp around the ice backward with their arms sticking straight out for fifteen bucks an hour?”

Rukia shrugged back. “The internship’s only ‘sposed to be 20 hours a week. Not like I know anyone down here anymore.”

“Well, you know me.” He handed her the resume back. “The job’s yours if you want it.”

She blinked at him. "That's it?"

He shrugged. "You want an interview with the old man? He'll be by in a few hours to shout at the HVAC unit."

"Is it broken?"

"It's too scared of him to break, that's what the shouting's for. Anyway, he'll just ask me if I want to hire you and I'll say yes."

"But how do you know I'm any good?"

He gave her a strange look, like he wasn't sure if she was trying to pull one over on him or not. Finally, he said, "What, you want a tryout or something?"

"I just don't think you should make hiring decisions based on nostalgia for someone you played hockey with as Squirts."

"Hey, we played together well into Peewees," he joked. He checked something quickly on his phone. "Ice is free for the next hour and a half. You got skates with you?"

"They're out in the car."

"Go get 'em. Hey, Ganju!" He waved to the stocky man climbing onto the zamboni. "Pull that back into the garage, would ya? I'm gonna use that ice."

When Rukia returned with her skates, Renji already had his back on. Rukia studiously tried to ignore him, setting up cones on the ice. Just as she finished the last knot, he hockey-stopped at the door, throwing a spray of ice in her general direction. She ignored him and stepped out onto the ice. “What would you like to see, Mr. Ice Rink Manager, sir?”

“Well, you need to get warmed up, right? Let’s see some circles.”

“Circles.”

“Yeah. You’re some sort of hotshot, right? Switch off forward and backward.”

Smirking, Rukia took off around the first face-off circle, letting her legs stretch out with each crossover. She switched direction for the second, taking it backwards . She stayed in reverse, and instead of skating around the perimeter of the center circle, she launched herself into a double Lutz. She finished the last two circles normally, and came to a neat stop in the corner.

There was the loud blast of a whistle, and Renji skated up to her. “You sure don’t listen to directions too good,” he frowned.

“I got bored,” she shrugged. “Is that whistle really necessary?”

“Yes. Okay, next, see those cones?”

“I am not blind.”

“Skate around ‘em. Like this.” He made a serpentine gesture with his hand.

“I dunno, they’re pretty close together,” she said skeptically. In fact, you could probably drive a zamboni between the cones.

“Eh, just do your best,” he suggested.

Rukia took off and launched into an elaborate sequence of steps, dancing around cones, skipping from one foot to the other, flipping from forward to backward and back again.

“Yeah, that was pretty good, come back and do it again.”

Rukia executed the exact series of steps on the way back.

“Not very original, are you?”

She put her hands on her hips.

He pointed to a series of hockey sticks he had laid out on the other side of the ice. “Skate up that side of the ice, and jump over the sticks.”

Rukia had done this drill many times as a child, of course she knew you were supposed to hop over them one at a time. That seemed inefficient. Rukia took a long starting run, and shot him a shit-eating grin before launching herself into the air. She had managed to break his grinning shithead act for just a second-- his eyes widened in horror as he realized what she was doing.

Rukia sailed through the air, clearing five of the six sticks. Shit. She danced frantically, trying not to trip over the last one, and managed to clear it with a tiny little bunny hop. She spread her arms wide, and bowed, like she was particularly proud of that last bit, and then skated up to him, looking phenomenally smug.

The jackass still couldn’t manage to look impressed. “Okay, last test. Are you ready?”

“What is it?”

He shot her a toothy grin. “Catch me.”

Renji took off, backwards, tweeting his whistle obnoxiously.

Rukia took off after him, taking big, scooping power strokes.

As soon as she started getting close, he flipped forward, putting on a burst of speed. “You used to be able to catch me a lot quicker’n this!”

He was fast, a lot faster than she had expected. But Rukia was faster. Ducking her head down, she put on the jets. As they neared the corner, she cut inside, and passed him, transitioning to backwards, so she was facing him. “Happy?”

With a mischievous look in his eyes, Renji blew on his whistle, and put on another burst of speed, picking her up under the armpits and holding her straight out in front of him, her feet dangling a foot off the ice.

“What are you doing?!” she howled.

“We’re figure skating now, right? That’s how this works?”

In response, she grabbed the whistle hanging around his neck and blew it as hard as she could.

Laughing his ass off, Renji skidded to a stop, and gently deposited Rukia back on her feet before doubling over with laughter, clutching his stomach.

Rukia tried to look angry and impatient, but to be honest, she couldn’t remember the last time she had horsed around on the ice like that. She could almost hear Byakuya’s droning lecture on the importance of protecting her precious ankles, but she pushed it to the back of her head. He wasn’t here, and she was determined to enjoy the break from his clucking.

Renji looked up, wiping tears from his eyes. “Wow, that’s a stoneface. C’mon, don’t tell me that wasn’t at least a little bit fun?”

She crossed her arms across her chest, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Maybe a tiny bit.”

“Good. I forgot. If you wanna work here, you gotta like having fun. No fuddy-duddies.”

“I will have you know, I am an expert at having fun!”

He bobbed his head in an exaggerated nod. “I can tell.”

“What kind of test was that, anyway? You just made me run a bunch of hockey drills.”

“You think I know anything about figure skating?” he scoffed. “Look, here’s the real test,” he announced. “Are you available on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, from 6 to 9, and Saturday mornings, 9 to noon?”

“Yes,” Rukia replied.

Renji tipped his head to the side. “Please come work for me, Rukia. You are ridiculously overqualified for this, but the Learn to Skate classes start this week, and if I have to teach them myself, I’ll have to drop my summer course. The pay’s not great, but you get a staff discount at the snack bar and I can give you free ice time between the hours of 2 and 4 am, if you want it. You get a couple teen assistants, real nice kids. I don’t mind if you make them run personal errands for you or whatever. Also, you get to hang out with a bunch of sexy guys, like Ichigo and my pop.”

Rukia snorted through her nose. Had he forgotten that she was the one who came in here, looking for a job? “You sound pretty desperate, maybe I should hold out.”

His shoulders slumped. “Aw, shit. You want me to throw in free skate sharpening, too?”

“‘Zat your Camaro parked out front?” It was a beautiful mid-70’s model, a hood the size of a tennis court, bright red with black racing stripes. Rukia was going to be very disappointed if it turned out to belong to the orange-haired Pro Shop teen.

Renji frowned. “You can’t have my wife. You wouldn’t want her anyway, she only runs a quarter of the time.”

“She’s a looker, though.”

“That is true, I am a man who knows how to wash a car.”

Rukia leaned forward. “I want a ride in her.” It had been a long time since she had ridden in a car where you could feel the rumble of the engine in your bones. Byakuya would shit a brick if he found out she was riding around in something without side-impact airbags.

“Really? That’s it?” Renji asked.

“That’s it.”

“You can drive her if you want.”

Rukia stuck out her hand. “You have a figure skating instructor.”

Renji grabbed it and shook it firmly. “Welcome aboard. You, uh, you wanna go driving right now?”

Rukia’s cheeks colored. “Oh. I gotta… I’m ‘sposed to meet up with my new roommate and I gotta unpack and stuff.”

“No problem,” Renji drawled. “We got all summer, right?”

“Yeah,” Rukia agreed with a grin. “We got all summer.”

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In case you’re wondering how the rest of this was supposed to go, Ichigo tricks Rukia into joining his awful hockey team, which is made up of a bunch of teens (Keigo, Mizuiro, Tatsuki and Chad), Renji, Ganju and some drunks (Yoruichi and Kuukaku). Rukia makes her assistant figure skating instructors, Orihime and Uryuu join, too, and I think at some point they recruit Toushirou. Rukia and Renji have a fling and keep insisting it is “just for the summer.” There is a romantic skate-sharpening sequence. They make out in the back of Zaraki’s rusty old pick-up truck which Renji had to borrow because the Camaro broke down. At some point, Byakuya shows up and he and Zaraki get in a fight, which they decide to take down and resolve in a hockey shootout with poor Renji in goal, except that Byakuya doesn’t know how to shoot and Zaraki’s back is just really bad and eventually they get tired. Just be glad I moved on to other things.

[jadisjavaisuncoeur]

Jin kariya as griffth . I see similartons of guts and renji are taller than their woman mabye I chose ichigo as puck or rickert?

Ichigo as Puck, I die. Maybe as Rickert, because I can see Yumichika as Puck and Ikkaku as Isidro ? (the best would be Reji and Ichigo as Puck and Isidro, they’re always on each other’s nerves haha !)

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Puck: What's bothering you?

Renji: You.

Puck: Aside from me.

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"Met an old friend of yours, Irimi."

"Hm?" The woman looks up, "Which one?" She smiles pleasantly at Renji.

"Puck." Her smile fell as Renji sat at the bar of the coffee shop, "He asked if the dog was enjoying chewing on his bones."

"Ah, that... doesn't surprise me. He's hated me ever since I took his arm " She sighs, "Where'd you see him?"

"Close to the border of the 15th ward."

She scoffed out a laugh, "Well, he's never been smart. The Oni Clan aren't his friends."

Renji hummed under his breath, "Is he going to be a problem?"

Irimi shook her head, "He might harass us some. I doubt his wild friends would be bothered with his grudge. They would have already attacked." She began putting away the dishes she was cleaning, "And he knows if he tries anything by himself that the manager will put him in his place."

"Hm." Renji leaned on the counter, "I wonder if he actually ever went to see Uta."

Irimi looked up at him, "Why would he do that?"

"He had one of Uta's masks." Renji shrugged, "It didn't fit right, so I told him Uta would fix it."

She laughed, "I'd love to be a fly on that wall."

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The new bell on the studio door jingled softly. Uta barely glanced up, simply noting to himself that there was someone in the studio. His current project was more important.

Something bright orange flashed in the corner of his eye and he had to do a double take. Orange was an unusual color to see, especially on someone's head. He recognized the man almost immediately. Orange hair, dark skin with tiger-striped tattoos, and one of his shirt sleeves tied an inch or two below the cut-off.

He leaned back and tilted his head, watching him as he looked over his artworks. Puck's head turned to the side, and two thoughts rapidly flipped through Uta's mind.

One, he was on the man's blind side. Two, he was wearing one of his masks.

He contemplated that second part for a moment, until he was spotted. The man turned to face him and jolted at seeing Uta's kakugan on full display. His own flared to life as he flicked to take in the rest of the artist. He shifted position, as if bracing for an attack.

Uta blinked and then gave a lazy wave, "Hello there. You're certainly not the usual face I see around here." He sits up.

Puck narrowed his eye, but didn't let his guard down, "Well, I've had two stunning reviews of this place handed to me recently, how could I stay away?" His voice was rough, but he kept a pleasant tone.

"Three, if that mask has anything to say. I didn't sell you that, I think I'd remember." Uta pointed a painted nail at the ill-fitting half mask. Puck hummed, then his Kakugan bled away as he reached up to remove it.

"I was told you could make it fit me better."

Uta eyed the man's face. The scars that littered his flesh so uncharacteristic for a ghoul were no less jarring than he imagined before. His darker skin and the darker stripes tattooed in. He's certainly... Unique, up close. To say the least.

He stood to take the mask, "I can make it suit you better, yes."

"... I meant just keep it from digging into my nose so badly."

Uta shook his head, "It's a tiger, sure, but I don't think it quite fits The Tiger. I'll resize it, but I'd have to alter the look anyways for the new size." He plucked his measuring tape up from his desk, "So I may as well have some fun with it, hm?"

Puck just grumbled under his breath, but the tone was fairly agreeable, so Uta took that as a go-ahead to do what he wanted.

"I know one of those reviews came from that darling creature with horns--" Puck chuckled behind him, "But who was the second?"

"Said his name was Renji."

Uta grinned, "I see!"

After that, a kind of quiet settled back in the studio as Uta measured his face and took some notes.

Puck settled himself in, though, and Uta took a pause.

"It's going to take a bit, I have other works to finish."

Puck blinked at him, then flustered in embarrassment, "I-oh. Sorry. I thought-- yeah, that makes sense."

Uta laughed and waved a hand, "It's fine. Give me a couple days and stop back by. Oh, and tell that horned friend of yours I said hi, will you?"

"Yeah, sure! Its name is X, by the way." Puck grinned, "It's really come out of its shell since getting your mask. Actually started talking some, so I'm sure it'll be happy to hear that."

Uta nodded and waved the man out of his shop. Things just got odder and odder. How fun!

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Incorrect quotes because I'm on that bs again. Starts off Puck/Renji but just goes all over the place.

Renji: I owe you one.

Puck: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Puck: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Renji: The dishes.

Puck: Wh-

Renji: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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Puck: I'm trash.

Renji: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Puck:

Puck: You smooth motherfucker.

Puck: And yes it does.

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Renji: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.

Puck: My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

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Renji: You look good in that hoodie.

Puck: You know where else I'd look good?

Renji, zero hesitation: My bed.

Puck, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Uta: I got an idea!

Renji: Does it involve breaking the law?

Uta: By now don’t you think that’s a given?

Renji: I was just trying to be optimistic.

Uta: Don’t bother.

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Chiaki: Know why I called you in here?

Uta: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Chiaki: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Uta: There. How do I look?

Chiaki: Like a cheap French harlot.

Uta: French?!

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Chiaki: Who would you swipe right for? Puck or Uta?

Renji: I would delete the app.

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Puck: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Renji: Um...Neat.

*later*

Renji, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Uta. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Uta, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Renji. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Chiaki confessed their love for me?

Renji: Didn't you thank them?

Uta: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

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Puck: That's ridiculous, Renji doesn't have a crush on me.

Uta: Yes they do.

Chiaki: Yes they do.

Renji: Yes I do.

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Chiaki: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Uta: *looks over at Renji and Puck* Uta: Is it “sexual tension”?

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(Post Renji-Uta fight)

Puck: How the hell are you still alive?

Renji: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

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Uta: There is no i in happyness…

Renji: There is if you fucking spell it right.

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Renji: That's not funny.

Uta: I thought it was funny.

Renji: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

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Chiaki: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Uta: Literally or figuratively?

Chiaki: I have to specify?

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Realizing I probably should've written a little more concern or even fear into Puck's realization as I remember what his whole goal is with the invasion.

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The funniest part about puck/renji really is just that, to each other, they're just Some New Guy at first.

Zero history together. They meet because Puck is poking around the coffee shop to see if Irimi is still around. Puck's history lies solely in the 20th and 15th ward, as well as a lot of it outside of Tokyo. Renji is from the fourth.

They have.

ZERO.

History.

And yet Renji may be the only thing that keeps Puck from ultimately committing suicide by cops.

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When Puck showed up to Helter Skelter the first time, Itori kind of guessed that Uta had invited him.

She was not expecting Renji's pleasantly surprised, "You actually came?"

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The first thing he noticed was the tied off sleeve. Second was that he smelled like a ghoul.

Behind his mask, Renji narrowed his eyes and began to follow them. A ghoul with a missing limb. This must be the feral ghoul that Yoshimura and the other were worried about.

What are they doing in the 20th Ward? The attack on the prison bus had been in the 8th Ward. Why would he travel back here? Visiting old friends, maybe? Hunting here to draw attention away from where they really were?

"I can smell you."

The figure twisted his head to look over his shoulder, but wouldn't see the Raven at first, the man well hidden in the shadows. A little growl came from him as he turned all the way around, showing the eye patch and proving he was, in fact, the Tiger.

Renji narrowed his eyes up on seeing the mask covering the lower half of his face, though. He knew Uta's work when he saw it. But Uta was much better about sizing, and that seemed just a touch too small on the man.

"...Your mask doesn't fit right."

Puck snorted and his eye snapped in his direction, kakugan flaring up. He finally made out Renji's shape in the darkness.

"Happens when you steal clothes off dead men. What do you want?"

"My friend made that mask. He'd probably be willing to refit it for you."

The ghoul growled low and stalked towards him, "I asked a question."

"I know you did."

"..." Puck slowly tilted his head, "Where's your friend?"

"4th Ward. Place called HySy ArtMask Studio."

"And who shall I say sent me, hm?"

"Renji."

"Hm." Puck considered him for a long moment, "You know a woman named Irimi?"

"Maybe."

"Do me a favor and ask the dog if she's enjoyed chewing on the bones she took from Puck." Puck motioned to his stump arm, "I was hoping to run into her myself, but I have plenty of time to find her later..." A pause followed, then; "Keep following me and I'll cause more problems for Anteiku."

Renji lifted his head a little, his face one of shock behind the mask. Puck's eye crinkled a little, he was grinning under the mask, "You smell like that girl that works there. Back off, and there won't be any trouble."

"..." Renji narrowed his eyes, but took a few steps back.

"Good birdy." Puck waved his fingers at him, then turned his back on the other ghoul.

Renji scowled. The man was either wildly foolish or suicidal to just turn his back to a ghoul he'd just threatened, especially since Puck was known to not heal. But Renji let him go.

Interesting. He'd have to let Uta know he might be getting a new customer soon.

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A combination of 6 and 8 for Renji/Puck

-CC 🖤

CLAPS MY HANDS LIKE A DUMB SEAL

Renji and Puck have mutual realizations, across the city from one another.

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Renji is quiet as he goes about his day. Puck's advances into the city are just about all he can think about. Or... Well, mostly it was just Puck.

The man was his age, possibly even a bit older, but reminded him of himself and Uta and Itori from their much younger days. Reminded him of Uta and Itori presently, to be quite honest.

He silently let his mind wander as he thanked the woman behind the counter and took the bag with his purchase from her.

The wild ghouls' movements were... Rather sloppy. They had managed to track and destroy two prison vehicles on their way to Cochlea, even with changed routes, but they were bound to be busted before too long. He mildly hoped Puck would be alright.

His mind was interrupted as he arrived to Anteiku, and immediately Touka began talking about something different. He listened and smiled softly as she complained about something Kaneki had done.

And then she asked him if there were any updates on the situation. Right. His mind jumped back to the wild ghouls. Thankfully, with the attacks, many doves had been redirected off of the scent of Mado's killer. So for now, it's quiet here.

"The last thing I heard is probably the same as you."

"Ah, damn. Itori said she saw you talking to Puck so you might know more."

Renji sighed, "He's stupid, but he's smarter than to go spilling details about an active war."

"...so you DID see him!" She leaned over the counter as if she was making a huge accusation.

He blinked at her, "What's this about?"

"...eh?" She blinked, "Oh, come on."

"Of course I see him, he tracks me down every time he's slightly bored."

Touka huffed, "Whatever." She moved to attend to someone who had just walked into the shop.

Renji shook his head and continued his business, putting away the things he'd bought for the shop. What was she accusing him of, anyways? Just seeing the guy? Well, Itori was the one who told her, she'd probably made some comment implying the two were romantically inclined. She'd been saying that about him and Uta, too, and that had... Fallen by the wayside, to say the least.

She'd be more right about Puck than Uta.

The thought came unbidden to his mind. Puck was different. Puck might be a nihilist as well, but there was more... More what? He made a small face to himself. More crude, probably. Louder. More...

Open.

Renji bent down to open the cabinet next to the sink to put away some cleaning supplies.

Open. That's what it was. Puck was more open. Honest. Yes, Uta was his friend, and yes, those sparks had once existed(still did, somewhere down there) but Puck is more outwardly emotional and--

He caught himself. The image of the scar-torn man laughing had popped into his head, an open, joyful laugh at his own joke. His grin making his cheek lift and wrinkle the fabric of his eye patch.

And his mind went blank for a second.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

He shook his head back to reality and closed the cabinet doors a bit too quickly before standing up and nearly running into Touka.

"Hey, careful! I told you I was walking by."

"Ah. Sorry."

"What's got you distracted?"

"Don't worry about it." He knew it came out faster than he meant it to as he made his way out of the bar area, "I'll get out of your way. Have a good day."

Only two words sat in his head for the next few minutes as he made his way back out.

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Not.

Again.

Puck, however, was alone. Staring at the sky from on top of the dilapidated building that was their current den.

He was also bored. He wanted to go find one of the Anteiku people to pester. But it's so far away. He heaves a heavy sigh. Maybe he could pester the Oni Clan, but his mind didn't stay there for long.

If he did make the trip he'd probably end up finding Renji. That would be nice.

The problem with not having a job and not being able to go out to any parties or public places... Is that boredom is a massive beast. He can't even hunt to fill time, there's no need for it. They all ate recently and there's no reason to take more than they need just for a thrill.

Damn, he'd like to, though. Doesn't Anteiku give meat to their customers? He could hunt some and take the bodies to them, just like he did for Akumame back in the day. Hey, maybe that would even make Renji a bit happy to see him, if he's providing. Or, at least, something other than blank annoyance.

He sat up, now excited to get up and have an excuse to... he paused.

Normally, his thoughts would have been 'an excuse to hunt'. An excuse to make bloodshed and to kill.

But no. His thought was 'an excuse to see Renji.'

Huh.

He made a face and sat there for a moment. He really just wants a reason to see the Raven, huh? He mulled that over in his mind.

Now, contrary to popular belief, he's not stupid.

He wants to see Renji, just to try and get a smile out of him again with a new joke. He wants to sit and talk to him, even if he can't talk about important things. He wants to bring him meat to maybe help take some weight off his shoulders.

...

Since when did he do that? Sure, he likes his group, he provides for them. But Renji isn't one of them. He's not even someone he used to know from Anteiku.

He's just some guy... With a really, really nice goddamn voice who can also absolutely throw him on his ass.

Puck stared off at nothing.

"Well, shit." He said to absolutely no one.

He was gonna have to put off hunting. He had to think about this one for a bit.

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I just realized that there is insanely missing context for Puck/Renji if you haven't read my old fic so gimme a sec while I go grab the two chapters I wrote and proofread them before reposting here.

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CC is making me wanna write Puck and Renji agaaaain

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*whispers* what if I ship renji and puck

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MAJOR UPDATE: changed formatting, added [Read More]. Hopefully it's more readable and consistent, it was starting to bug me.

This post is to keep track of a bunch of different titles and characters in The Facility AU/Multiverse.

Note: Lots of branches cross with each other for obvious reasons--for example most teams have someone from medical on their team.

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Administrator

• Garion Dubois || Rh-00 / Rh-01

Trickery is considered an extension of Garion and has equal clearance

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The Six

• Present

Father[Rage] || Rh-02 Doctor[Pardonner] || Rh-06 Dove[Service] || Rh-07

• Distant

Mother[Paresse] || Rh-03 Weaver[Jealousy] || Rh-04 Eyes[Slow] || Rh-05

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Rh-08

00 - Dubois[Paresse] (Elimination) 01 - Songbird[Fusataro] (Reconnaissance) 02 - Aggrotech[Yuuta] (Containment) 03 - Meraki[Mizho] (Defense) 04 - Claw[Slow] (Interference) 05 - Renji[Gauge] (Infrastructure) 06 - Koi[Kiyose] (Medical) 07 - Bilita[Desir] (Aquisitions)

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Elimination teams

• Bloodline

Dubois Songbird Cross[Milieu] Puck[Akira] Sliver[Vice] Kilter[Service] Panic[Orgullo] Boon[Ultimo]

• Black Mamba

Sake[Kei] Whiskey[Fusataro] Absinthe[Michel] Kori[Regula] Echo[Regula] Monarch[Rage/Pardonner] Zephyr[Hibari] Annihilation[Vice/Rage/Paresse] Anaari[Kia]

• Basilisk

Taipan[Paresse] Raikou[???]

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Reconnaissance Teams

• Scouts

Various disposable Avaro clones sent into timelines for initial information gathering. Most are descended from Enlil.

• Urban Ghost

Songbird Dubois Enlil[Avaro] Click[Vice] Taglamig[Eater] Seraph[Hibari]

• Mothwing

Dryo[Shear] Tsuchi[Jealousy] Redde[Orgullo] Tusker[Gauge] Sage[Sophia] Edaine[Sumako] Hounds(Skips, Syenn, Sybil)

• Red Sun

Trice[Paresse/Ultimo] Jaybird[Avaro/Service] Cassius[Douji Akira] Snow[Douji Mizho/Michel] Capre [Slow/Douji Akitsu] Spirit[Hao] Veil[Boone] Cerulli[Machi]

• DECEASED

Yarrow[Paresse] Ikiri[Kiyose] Phoebe Trinity[Service] Sakura[Makoto] Hakuchō[Service] Osoi[Slow]

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Acquisition Teams

• Silverscale

Kaniki[Milieu] Coyote[Vice] Nettles[Kia] Burnet[Kiyose] Mindoro[Avaro/Eater] Sikkim[Avaro/Regula] Mounts/Companions(Drachen,Piette, Spitz)

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Medical Team(s)

The Doctor oversees all. Hector Anzhuō heads surgery and major operations. Koi oversees the mental wards. Skull [Faust VIII] helps handle minor cases.

All three lead a number of their own teams, yet unnamed.

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Known Records Members

Kyu[Kia] Fugue[Fusataro]

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Interrogators

Torment[Rage/Paresse] - Interrogations Chief Syren[Ultimo] - Second in Command The Rat King[Avaro] - Communication Bile[Sophia] - Medical Lapine[Desir] - General Interrogation

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Known Threats(Active or otherwise)

The World Eater - Deceased, unknown instance. Fucking Broke A Lot Of Shit.

Cosmic King - Vice Gone Wild(tm) Celestial Serpent - Paresse Gone Wild(tm) but got munched Starred Bride - Kia who is So Fucking Loved(tm)

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The Roost

The Chimera's Roost is unaffiliated with The Facility and is a neutral pocket dimension that takes the form of a Night Club. While many different people visit and there are many non-Facility regulars, here is just listed the known staff.

Owners:

Smokes[Service/Paresse] Ray[Sophia/Rage]

Bartenders:

Kvas[Kia] Bambi[Slow/Paresse] Mirror[Jealousy]