#renruki drabble

[stanurines1mp]

i think we deserve to see the 10-year timeskip in Bleach bcoz

I NEED TO SEE RUKIA FALLING IN LOVE W RENJI.

it hurts me knowing that Renji is so painfully aware of the bond between Rukia and Ichigo but still loves her and stays with her in spite of it.

bro lowkey deserves better (me i am better)

but i do love Rukia and Renji together so thats why i wanna see them falling in love properly and how they got married and everything...

i just wanna see some soft Renji pls i love my bbg

[recurring-polynya]

Request Time!

I am sure this is a categorically terrible idea, but I am too squirrel-brained to pick a writing project to work on, but also I'm tired of not writing and additionally, I am puffed up on my own hubris from hitting 1M words on AO3, so let's gooooooooo!

I am taking requests from now until I get tired of this! I promise I will write at least one thing! I do not promise when that will be!!

This is a fanfic event

I will do the ones that speak to me the most. It’s not first-come, first-served! If you have a good idea, send it in! It's fine to send in more than one!

I delete the requests that I don’t accept.

No theme this time! Anything goes!

Here are some tips:

I do have anon asks on, but if you log in, it means I can ask questions if I need to, plus it makes me feel like we’re friends when I get a name with the request.

Ideally my short fiction comes out between 1k and 2k, so we’re usually talking just a scene or two. I am notoriously bad at sticking to this.

You can see all my previous short fiction here. (Each yearly volume has a table of contents in the first chapter). Try not to request things that I’ve done before, unless it’s explicitly a continuation. Alternatively, you can check out some of my previous request tags like 500 Follower Drabble Weekend or What If Requests

You can request extra scenes from my existing fanfics.

The best requests are specific enough to be inspirational, but not so overconstrained that you’ve basically written the whole thing yourself. Specifying a set of characters is okay, but it’s better if you add a setting or a scenario or a mood. Think about what the description would be if you had to post it to ao3 yourself.

If you read my blog and/or my fanfic, you will probably get a good idea of which characters I love and the kinds of things that delight me and the things that do not. I primarily do these requests for the benefit of my regular readers, so if this process is biased towards them, that is by design.

Here's a list of stuff I am probably going to say no to. If you feel like you know me really well and have a killer idea that you think I'll love, go ahead and hit me with it, but otherwise, please don't.

Reader/x (this is a hard no, don't even ask)

Kidfic

Any ships that are captains/their lieutenants or Karakura Kids/shinigami. No Aizen ships period.

The only endgame romantic ship I will write for Renji or Rukia is Renruki. I might be open to some explorations during their separation years or like some weird AU thing that's Wrong on Purpose, but in both these cases, you're getting undercurrents of Renruki for free, whether you want them or not. The only Byakuya ship I will write is Byahisa. Friendships and other kinds of non-romantic relationships are always welcome!

Anything featuring Sternritter, aside from as villains. Actually, same goes for Nnoitra and Szayelaporro. Mayuri also on extremely thin ice, but I have a lot of Mayuri-loving pals on this site, so I might be convincible with the right prompt.

I am not explicitly ruling out NSFW, but you gotta give me a good hook, I’m only good at writing smut if it’s weird. The only smut I will write is Renruki. Also, my smut is always super consensual, no exceptions.

Send your requests to my Askbox!

Aug 24: Requests are now closed! Thanks everyone!

[substituted-shinigami]

Hearthstone (RenRuki)

AO3

Characters: Rukia and Renji

Rating: G

Genre: Humor/Fluff/Crack

Chapter Summary: When you Konsou a Soul Reaper, they get sent back to wherever they consider their “home” to be in Soul Society. But where truly is one’s home?

Author’s Note: So originally I wanted to do a comic for Renji’s birthday, but things got busy and so it didn’t pan out. Luckily, I dug through my WIP and found this silly, little drabble that I think you all will still like! So “Happy Belated Birthday” Renji Abarai and please enjoy!

Non-canon but sort of canon adjacent? It’s inspired by this post, which discusses what might happen when you konsou/soul burial a soul reaper.

Back when the Advance Team traveled to the World of the Living, or more accurately, Ichigo’s bedroom, they had a tendency towards…minor disagreements. One such minor disagreement led to a minor scuffle which was only resolved when Matsumoto slapped the hilt of her sword upon Ikkaku’s shiny bald head and, pop, he was gone. It was all very funny in Rukia’s expert opinion.

That said, it confused Ichigo an awful lot, so she had to explain to him that a shinigami could one, be Konsou’ed or soul buried, and two, when they were, they were sent back to wherever they considered their “home” to be. Due to all that occurred after that, between the Arrancar attack, the Winter War, and eventually the Fullbringer incident, she assumed Ichigo had forgotten all about it. He had not.

Something she learned the hard way, when she decided to push him just a little too far with her teasing and the next thing she knew, pop, she was back in Soul Society.

At first she was simply pissed. However that annoyance turned immediately to embarrassment when she realized where she was. She was in the Kuchiki manor, which made sense. What made less sense was what she was doing on Renji’s lap.

Turns out Renji had come to the manor to give Byakuya, who was home sick with the flu, an update on this week's reports, and she had just interrupted their meeting…by appearing on Renji’s lap. After bowing several embarrassed apologies, she left.

What was slightly more strange, was the next place she appeared. She had been arguing with Ichigo about her way too large World of the Living manga stash (she always bought more “extremely embarrassing” manga whenever she visited or was on mission, and then proceeded to accidentally leave them in his room to be found by his family later) when, pop, there she was back in Soul Society, funnily enough, with all her manga. Rukia steamed!

“Oh, there you are! I was coming to see if you had gotten back yet, but they told me you weren’t due to return till tonight,” A familiar voice above her said. Rukia looked up and saw Renji leaning over her. She was on his lap again.

“Ah! Renji?! Where?!” She looked around frantically and saw that she had arrived in the Thirteenth Division, “HUH?!”

“Yeah, looks like you got konsou’ed again," Renji responded casually as she scrambled off his lap, "Was it Ichigo? What did you do to him this time? Force him to read all your manga?”

“No, no, he was mad because he thought my stash was getting too big and that he was running out of closet space. Also, his family kept finding it and were starting to ask him embarrassing questions, so he forced me to go back with it," she looked around again after she had stood up, "Why am I at the Thirteenth though?”

Renji shrugged while picking up one of the manga, “Who knows? While I usually get sent to my living quarters, I do end up at my division from time to time. I guess in a way, our divisions are our homes.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Rukia replied slowly as she turned towards him, “Renji, have…have you been Konsou’ed recently?”

“Hmm?” Renji asked, as he flipped through the volume, “Uh no, I don’t think so. Not since my time at the Eleventh. Why?”

“Just…Just wondering…” she said as she eyed him thoughtfully.

Finally, after the Thousand Year Blood War, it happened one more time. She and Renji were having a philosophical debate on the character Ichigo played in their movie series Maid Cop, when the next thing they knew, pop pop, they were both back in Soul Society, lying in each other’s arms.

“I guess I can’t deny it now,” Rukia murmured softly as she reached up to touch Renji’s cheek, “With you, I am home.”

“Yeah,” Renji agreed fondly as he returned her soft gaze and softer touch, “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that checks out.”

“If you two wouldn’t mind,” Byakuya stated sternly, “Could you PLEASE GET OFF MY DESK?!”

[canariie]

fic requests open!

hi everyone! it’s been a while!

the beginning of the year was a little silent on my part because I was a bit burnt out at the end of 2022, without getting much rest during the holidays as I would have liked.

but! i wanted to celebrate having 100 reblogs on my blog and will take requests during the whole month of May!

basic rules:

they will range in word count from one shots to short drabbles

I don’t mind writing about mature topics, but nothing explicit (like think Teen rating as the highest i’ll go)

I am highly inclined to write about Hitsuhina, but also love writing about Momo and Toushiro interacting with other characters (can even be random characters too! I think that’d be fun!)

I haven’t written much about other ships but would be open to write about: Ichiruki, Ichihime, Ishihime, Renruki, GinRan, ShuuRan, ShinHyo (pretty much anything that won’t contradict Hitsuhina tbh) (and knowing me, i’ll find a way to bring Hitsuhina in somehow haha)

if you want to request Hitsuhina and need some ideas, here are some prompt lists that i’ve been interested in! Twenty Four Touches, Royalty Scenarios, Childhood Friends to Lovers

May is a busy month for me as I have studying to do but I will be working on the requests in June, and hopefully releasing them during the summer!

[fluffnflightillustrations]

I am angry and have been waiting for my food to arrive for 2 hours now so send in some renruki drabble requests. If I haven't gotten to yours yet, it means I am hoarding it for a later date.

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

Kiss Drabble - Renruki - requested by @k-rukias

✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss

It took a lot of pleading to convince Renji to leave his office early to spar with Rukia. She had her lieutenants exam coming up soon and it was absolutely necessary that she train harder against a more power type of opponent and Renji was one of the best. Her kendo needed more work and he was very good at fighting strategy when it came to swords. Captain Ukitake had allowed Rukai to use the training grounds to practice and it was almost time for him to meet her and she was pacing anxiously. 

When she finally caught sight of his red hair, Rukia let out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Way to keep me waiting, baka!’ She walked up toward him, her eyebrow twitching slightly. 

Renji rolled his eyes at her, already having expected this attitude. “I’m here right on time so don’t start with me. Do ya want the training or not?” He moved toward one end of the training field, already unsheathing his zanpakuto and releasing his shikai. 

“Yes of course I do!” She matched him, moving to the opposite side and released her own sword. “Don’t go easy on me.” 

Renji’s lips curled upward into an almost feral smirk. “Oh, don’t ya worry about that, Rukia. Better focus on blocking my blade.” Rukia matched with her own smirk. “Good. Then let’s go!” 

~

The sun was already starting to set by the time they stopped, panting as their faces were inches apart as their swords locked again. It was a moment before Renji finally stood up straight, sealing his zanpakuto and sheathing it. “I think we’re done for today. Ya have improved a lot since we last sparred. Yer gonna do fine on the test.” 

Rukia nodded at him, sheathing her sword as well. “Thanks... That means a lot coming from you.” They walked side by side back toward her squad’s offices. Rukia watched as a few children ran by in front of the office, walking fast on an errand no doubt. It was oddly reminiscent of a scene from their own past and Rukia became a bit nostalgic. “Say Renji... do you remember when we would spar as kids?” 

The red head chuckled, mussing Rukia’s hair affectionately. “I remember when I used ta get my ass kicked by you almost every time. I never understood how someone so small could punch so hard.” 

Violet eyes danced with mirth as she chuckled at the memory. “Yeah, I was and still am pretty good, aren’t I?” She tilted her head for a moment. “I think I remember when we were teenagers I think I pinned you down so hard, you thought you were dazed.” 

Renji snorted at her words. “I wasn’t dazed because of ya pinning me... if ya remember correctly, you kissed me while I was pinned.” He was blushing slightly but hoping it was covered by the fading light. 

Her brow furrowed as Rukia tried to remember. “Is that right? I can barely remember that part of it.” 

“Well how about I remind ya?” Renji replied nonchalantly, leaning down and kissing the corner of her mouth in a playful manner. “It was something like that.” 

A soft blush now painted the raven haired shinigami’s face as she touched her mouth lightly. “Ah... I think I remember now.” Renji was still leaning down toward her so she pulled him closer to her, closing the gap between them with a soft kiss for only a few seconds. “I thought it went something more like that.” She teased, her violet eyes sparkling. 

It was Renji’s turn to look shocked before his face softened. “Well what if now that we’re adults, we do it somethin’ like this...” He pressed his lips to hers again, moving them gently but with more passion. His long arms wrapped around her back, pulling her toward him somewhat possessively as he kissed her. Rukia was surprised but quickly melted into the kiss as well, her hands moving to tangle themselves in his red hair. 

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Renruki

A/N: Something different from the usual. This isn’t a reader-insert, but a Renruki drabble. One that I just felt that I needed to write, because I do love this couple, a lot. 

Despite the returned status of best friends Renji hadn’t found the time to sit down and talk to Rukia proper. The betrayal of Aizen and the attacks that subsequently happened after had kept them busy.

Besides, there was also the damaged relationship between him and the captain, who also happened to be Rukia’s adopted brother. Their fight hadn’t done anything to his loyalty as a lieutenant, but it did damage his already nonexistent feelings of self-worth. Would he ever be good enough? Would he ever gain the approval to walk with his head up, to walk next to her once more?

And then there was Ichigo, the boy who was said to look alike to the late squad 13 lieutenant Kaien Shiba, Rukia’s first love. Renji knew how much both meant to her. He had seen her staring and he was convinced that Ichigo might actually be better for Rukia despite the loss of his powers and the fact that he was human.

Renji always knew that Ichigo would come back sooner or later.

Which he did. Once more taking away hope and chance from Renji.

All by all, once more Renji decided to watch and wait. Watch from afar and long, while waiting for the time to come that he would be worthy, that he would be good enough, that it would be his turn to make Rukia happy. He believed himself to be content with that. He didn’t need to be her family, he had already been when they were mere children. He had had his turn.

It took until the attack of the Sternritters to realise that there was no waiting. They were shinigami. Their end could come any day. He could lose Rukia again, and this time perhaps forever.

He bit through his wounds, set aside his pride, forgot about his self-imposed worthlessness and finally faced the woman he had loved for so long.

“Rukia…”

And the rest was history.

[spyder-m]

Renruki - “Growing Pains”

He’d overdone it again, Renji realised, as he collapsed with a gasp, heat radiating from his skin.  

The strength in his legs sunk with the setting sun as twilight bloomed across the Academy grounds. He grimaced as the harsh earth tore into his itching, raw flesh, the ache only tempered by the cool afternoon breeze.

It was no secret that Renji was struggling with Kido.

Despite his best efforts, even committing to practice outside of class, he just couldn’t seem to make it click.

Truthfully, Renji was far more in his element sparring. He had taken comfortably to using a sword; the weapon fitting into his hand as though it belonged. The tall, lean build he had grown into allowed him significant strength and reach with which to overwhelm his opponents, making up for what he may have lacked in technique.

It made sense, he supposed. Growing up in Rukongai, he had been forced to fight most of his life just to stay alive.  

The complex incantations, however, didn’t come to him as easily. The magic sparking from his fingers crackled into an unstable energy, building and boiling over before his very eyes. Each failed attempt to replicate a basic spell was leaving a physical wear upon his body.

Still, despite the failure, he would pull himself back up, believing that he was pushing closer, that he had been able to support that energy for just a second longer than before.

If nothing else, he was determined. Stubborn, and bull-headed.

He did not want to fail after having made it this far.

He had promised their friends, he had promised Rukia, that by becoming Shinigami they would make a better life for themselves.

Renji lay still as she approached, soot and sweat seeping into his Academy uniform. While her shadow was a welcome contrast to the hours he'd spent under the beating sun, Rukia still loomed over him, arms folded and lips set into a tight frown.

“Fool,” she admonished with a sigh, stooping to kneel beside him. “Did you go and blow yourself up again?”

“It’s not that bad.” Renji waved her off, reaching up to wipe away the dirt smudging his cheek.

With an exhale, Rukia’s delicate fingers traced the skin of his shoulder, and Renji felt his breath carry in an uneven pattern. He wanted to ask her what she was doing but couldn’t bring himself to speak; suddenly conscious of the rough, parched tissue lining the back of his throat.

It was as though he was finally grasping the exhaustion his body felt. For once, he willingly into her touch, not afraid that she might notice the effect it was having on him.

He was too tired to care, allowing himself to indulge momentarily.  

Rukia wasn’t as skilled of a healer as someone like Kotetsu-san was, but all Academy students had had the basics of first aid drilled into them. She could handle the minor bruises comfortably.

It wasn’t unusual for Renji to receive assistance from a classmate, and he was privy to the intricacies of the treatment. With Rukia, however, it was different.

Her hands hovered inches away from the naked skin of his back, pulsing with familiar spiritual pressure. The feeling that enveloped him was surprisingly warm, in spite of her zankaptou and, at times, cold exterior. It carried a sense of comfort, the closest thing he had felt to a home in all his years.

It broke through that demeanour, showing that, for all her hard expressions, there was care and affection that she held for him, one that could be communicated effortlessly, wordlessly.

“There, done.” She said after a moment, nodding in satisfaction at her healing. “Better?”

Heat emanated from his cheeks at their proximity, a sensation he could no longer attribute to the burns that had once etched his skin. He scratched the back of his neck, his gaze carrying upwards.

“Yeah, uh... I’m fine.”

He wasn’t.

[captainrukias-husband]

renji had always imagined it going down in one of two ways. a stolen moment some wintry night, the kind of cold seeping into their bones the same felt curled close for warmth on the dirt floor of an abandoned hovel. in this way, he imagines pulling her close the way he used to, but not the way he used to, and watching her leave with an aching heart the very next morning. so early the sun has not yet bled into the sky. or, one day, as he watches her smooth her hair back into place or wrap her calloused hands in bandages, he says, "I love you." no stolen moment, no night of passion, no secrets here -- here, he holds his heart in his hand like an offering and tries not to think of the consequences. there are a lot of rules here renji does not understand, cannot understand. a lot of obligation sitting on rukia's shoulders, grown taut at his confession, that he cannot possibly begin to comprehend. but her brother had fallen in love with someone just as much a runt as he, and he thinks this has to count for something. this has to count for something. renji has never yearned for someone a fraction of as much as this, he has never felt his own heart twist and squeeze under the weight of anyone else's gaze. he doesn't understand how he can want to be with someone so desperately, but be so completely ready for rejection it's almost a given. renji wants this to count for something. he wants to think the times rukia has lingered on the way out of his home for paperwork, or for tea, or for gossip, or for "I just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing," meant more than just that; two old friends sitting on the porch remembering and remembering and smiling all despite. renji holds his heart out to her in the palm of his hand, a desperate offering; a last ditch effort; the knot in a noose he knows will be the end of this friendship, only just mended. renji feels her every breath thunder down upon him with a force belying her size, the way she hesitates to respond sinking into him like a stone. he wants this to be over so badly, maybe the rejection will have been easier if she just came out with it. maybe it'll put him out of his misery. for once. just to know, with all certainty, that it was never meant to be. that he can finally stop hoping. rukia, breathtaking even as she's soaked from the sweat of their sparring, is looking at him now. eyes round and bright and shuttered with disbelief. renji swallows around the lump in his throat and he wonders if things will ever be the same. if she will ever throw her back with the force of the laughter he's wrung out of her; if she will ever stretch on the ground beside him under the countless span of stars above them; if she will ever place her work-weathered hand on the back of his and tell him, voice like steel and just as certain of itself, that he is worth so much more than he will ever know. renji holds his breath and hopes maybe she'll brush him off. all this time he's spent hoping for an answer and now all he wants is for her to give him none. pretend, he thinks, as if she'd never heard him. but rukia heard him. and rukia is looking at him. and rukia is smiling. and -- "I know," she says, voice wobbly. uncertain of itself. "I know, Renji." he feels some simultaneous rush of relief and of dread against his spine. rukia is smiling, smiling, eyes crinkling at the edges and he can't tell if it's because she's making fun of him. renji snaps his mouth shut, watching her flex her hands under the bandages. it is midday, desperately hot, and rukia wears very little. her midriff and collarbone exposed, but renji can't tear his eyes off her hands. strong, capable, and deceptively delicate. "I love you, too," she says, matter of fact, though she won't look at him anymore. renji pauses, considering the feeling in his stomach. the flutter, the euphoria bleeding into the rest of him. he doesn't know if his feet will ever touch the ground again. he can't stop looking at her, and when she finally turns to him in his silence, her eyes widen at his expression. "What," she snaps, instantly defensive. face red, shoulders tensed, ready for a fight. "Nothing," he lies, and he supposes for now it's okay. rukia has never been the best about dealing with her emotions. they have this in common. maybe that's why this took so long to come about. but he cannot have imagined it better.

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

900 Followers?!

Hi everyone, I’ve just come back from my break. Thank you to everyone for your support, it meant a lot to read your messages. However, I didn’t expect to come back to this milestone! I don’t know what to say, I’m shocked! I never imagined I’d reach this many followers on here, but THANK YOU SO MUCH!

To celebrate I’ve decided I’ll be taking fanfic requests until May 1st next week. You can send them to me via the asks and they can be either one-word prompts or specific requests. Just a few things to keep in mind:

I only write one-shots or drabbles

I don’t write AUs (unless it’s the fae AU or one that is based on canon, like ‘what if’ scenarios)

I don’t write mature content - the highest rating I write for is Teen or T

I will write for these ships: Hitsuhina, Renruki, and Ginran. Although I have never tried, I am also happy to write Byahisa and Ichihime.

I will write for these brotps: Toshiro and Rangiku, Byakuya and Toshiro, Momo and Rangiku. I’m also willing to try and write Renji, Izuru, and Momo, Toshiro and Orihime, and the Women’s Association.

After May 1st I’ll get to work on writing these. My life is still a bit hectic but I’ll work hard to get these out sooner rather then later.

Again, thank you so much everyone!!

[tappity-tap]

I need more ichihime stories from you😭 where is “what brings us together part 2” you’re a great writer, love your work thankyouu. Hope to see more of my fav couple from you. Love renruki too🤩

‘What Brings Us Together’ is not getting a sequel as it was just a one-shot insert drabble for WDKALY. I do have WIPS of IchiHime-specific content as well as their appearance in RenRuki things.

[recurring-polynya]

can you please do a drabble where Renji is remembering his wild squad 11 style birthday party but then at the end once he finishes his flashback he’s celebrating his birthday in the present with Rukia and Ichika

“This is number 10,” Zaraki informed Renji, beady, bloodshot eye staring into beady, bloodshot eyes. “Not everyone makes it to ten.”

“I would stop after one,” Yumichika made his frowniest frowny face.

“You’re smarter than the rest of us,” Iba replied.

“I am ready,” Renji confirmed, gripping his cup as the Kenpachi filled it with sake from his “special stash.”

Renji had drunk a lot of horrible sake in his time. As it turned out, rotgut from deep North Rukongai had an entirely different flavor profile than the pigswill of his Southern youth. It hit you in the nose, rather than the ears, smelled more like a bog than an armpit, and the unpleasant aftereffects tended to come out the opposite end. On the other hand, bad sake was bad sake, and it was hardly a birthday without it.

“Kampei!” Renji and Zaraki shouted together, and down the hatch it went. Cheers went up around them.

“You’re a good man, Abarai,” Zaraki declared, standing up, and clapping him on the shoulder. “Happy birthday. I’m out. Yachiru! It’s bedtime!”

“Thank you, sir!” Renji hollered, far too loud, as Yachiru abandoned the bowl of wasabi peas she had been mainlining to hop onto the Kenpachi’s shoulder.

“Night, sir!” various members of Squad 11 chorused.

Zaraki was a good captain, Renji mused to himself, drunkenly. He showed up, drank enough to show that he cared, but then he took off, because no one really wanted to get birthday-wasted in front of their boss.

Birthdays at the Eleventh were very thoughtful affairs, in Renji’s opinion. First thing in the morning, you got to have a big public fight with anyone from the squad. Seated officers could choose to fight the big man, which, of course, he had. This year, he had made it 52 seconds, and was feeling very pleased with himself. He was given the rest of the morning off to nap, and then he got to run newb drills all afternoon. And now it was half past booze o’clock. A perfect end to a perfect day.

“I got you your favorite. Happy birthday, loser,” Iba announced, sliding a fizzy blue concoction bristling with fruit on toothpicks down the table.

“Maybe you should give him a chance to catch his breath,” Big Maki suggested. “Zaraki shots are no joke.”

“This is catching my breath,” Renji replied, fishing out a pineapple chunk and eating it. Iba always got him this tropical shit as a joke, and Renji always drank them, absolutely stonefaced, as though curly straws and paper umbrellas were just standard issue drinking equipment. The joke was on Iba, to be honest, these damn things were delicious.

“Where is the birthday booooooy?” a musical voice trilled.

Renji’s head whipped around, which immediately made him very dizzy. He waved his hand enthusiastically.

“Don’t get up,” Yumichika warned, standing and beckoning more staidly. “He’s over here! He’s pretty well soaked already.”

Suddenly, there was a shapely pair of arms wrapped around Renji’s neck, and a more sensuous than necessary kiss pressed into his cheek. “Happy birthday, cute stuff!” Matsumoto said throatily. “That’s a fancy drink, can I have some?”

“Get your own!” Renji crowed cheerfully.

“Ha, ha, I would never,” the lieutenant of the Tenth laughed, sliding into the seat next to him, and then stealing a cherry out of his glass.

“I would not have guessed a bar called ‘Five Fingers of Death’ would serve fruity drinks,” Hisagi Shuuhei, Third Seat of the Ninth added, plopping down on Renji’s other side.

“Shuuhei!” Renji exclaimed.

Ever since he got promoted to Sixth Seat, Yumichika had been trying to get Renji involved in his larger social circle, which mostly orbited around Matsumoto. The fact that it included Hisagi, whom he had known in school, had been a pleasant surprise. He definitely remembered looking up to Hisagi in his youth, but since they had reconnected, Renji was continually struck with how cool the guy was, and also how good-looking.

“Well?” Renji demanded from Shuuhei, with a boldness that came from having enough sake in his gut to pickle a daikon. “Matsumoto paid up. Where’s my birthday present?”

Shuuhei laughed and planted a kiss on his other cheek, before fishing something that might have been a chunk of mango out of the blue monstrosity. Renji felt warm and happy. “Better buy me another drink, Iba,” he hooted, “Everyone’s stealing mine.”

“Buy your own, asshole” Iba rejoined merrily.

“That wasn’t your birthday present, by the way,” Matsumoto replied suggestively.

“Oh?” Renji asked, trying to raise an eyebrow, except that he couldn’t feel most of his face.

“A little bird,” Matsomoto went on, “who went to school with you, told me about a trick you used to do at the bar.”

Renji wracked his brains. He hadn’t done a lot of drinking in his school days, and certainly not a lot of drinking in bars, mostly because he’d been broke all the time.

“It wasn’t at the bar, it was at the gym,” Shuuhei clarified.

Realization hit Renji like a dropped free weight. He slammed his hands palm down on the tabletop excitedly. “Is it Bench Your Friends day?”

“You’re not benching me,” Yumichika immediately declared.

“What’s Bench Your Friends day?” Ikkaku demanded, intrigued.

“Bench press is a very efficient way to work your entire upper body,” Renji explained with the self-perceived gravitas that comes with being sloshed out of your gourd. “Free weights are a better way to build muscle, ‘cause you are responsible for your own balance and stability. Next step up from that, control-wise, is to bench press a person, especially if that person doesn’t particularly want to be bench-pressed.”

“Why would you let him do this to you?” Yumichika grimaced.

“Well, I really just want to see him bench press someone else, but I wouldn’t mind,” Matsumoto mused. “I think I would look very sexy being used as exercise equipment.”

“If you can bench Hisagi, I’ll let you try to bench me!” Ikkaku roared.

“I did not volunteer,” Hisagi pointed out.

“DEAL!” Renji bellowed.

🎉 🍹 💪

“UP!”

Renji blinked, slowly returning to present day reality. “Huh?”

“Pick me UP, Daddy! I want to do a high dive!”

“Alright, alright.”

It took two tries to get up from the lawn chair, but he made it. He took a long stretch, and made a show of flexing his upper arms for his daughter, who was completely unimpressed. Finally, he scooped her up and held her by the hips over his head. “You ready?”

“I am ready!” she announced, holding her arms over her head in a diving position.

“Here we go!” Renji yelled, and lowered her slowly into the rubber inflatable pool that was set up in their backyard. Ichika made a variety of poses on the way down, pointing her toes, making wide, elegant gestures with her arms. “Perfect 10,” Renji announced, when she was sitting in the pool, spitting water in a little fountain. “Do you want to go again?”

“I want to run around.”

“Go, then.”

Ichika leapt to her feet and went tearing, pell-mell around the yard again. Renji flopped back into his lawn chair and plopped his feet back in the pool.

It had been brutally hot all day, but the heat was finally starting to subside as evening came on. Akon had made the pool and brought it over last week for Nemu and Ichika to play in, because evidently, every time he set one up over at the 12th, it got “repurposed.” Renji did not want to know the details. Renji was a big fan of the pool. Ichika had been nominally playing in it all afternoon. Mostly, she was running around in her bathing suit, shouting. Occasionally, she would hurl herself into it, thoroughly splashing her father, and then run off again.

Rukia stepped onto the porch, sliding the door closed behind her with one foot. She’d changed from her shihakushou into a Living World style sundress that left her arms and legs bare. Even after a long day at work, she looked cheerful and gorgeous. Renji smiled fondly at her. After a long afternoon of chasing his toddler around, he was sure he looked like hot, damp dogshit.

Rukia made her way over to him, nimbly dodging Ichika as she serpentined her way around the yard. She held out a glass containing a pale green liquid. It was practically radiating cold. “I have made you,” she said, as Renji took it gratefully from her hand, “a margarita. I followed Uryuu’s directions very carefully and then doubled the alcohol.”

Renji took a sip as Rukia flopped into the lawn chair next to his, and slid her feet gracefully into the pool. “It’s perfect,” he declared. “You’re a genius.”

“Happy birthday,” Rukia said, tipping her head over onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry it wasn’t much.”

“What are you talking about?” Renji grunted. “I got to yell at my squad for 2 hours this morning, like I like. I spent all afternoon digging up worms with my amazing kid, and then my beautiful wife brought me take-out, so I didn’t have to cook. I am way too tired to actually go to the bar, but I don’t have to, because you brought this right to me, here, in my luxury cabana. Another one or two of these and I am definitely gonna be lights out. Can’t think of a more perfect birthday, to be honest.”

“Hmm, if we can get Ichika to go to sleep, I had some ideas for some things that could happen between margaritas number two and three.”

“Oh, really?” Renji asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Ichika crashed into his lap, wet, with bits of grass plastered up her legs. “DADDY!” she yelled. “Is it dessert time! Can we eat the taiyaki Mama brought home now?”

“The what Mama brought home?” he asked, faking surprise.

“Do you remember what a secret is?” Rukia reminded her daughter. “We talked about it?”

“But it’s time to eat them, so they aren’t secret anymore!”

“Yeah, Rukia, obviously,” Renji managed with a perfectly straight face.

“I would call you a traitor, but it’s your birthday, so I will go get you your fish waffles,” Rukia replied, shoving her drink into his free hand and pressing a kiss into the side of his temple.

“I LOVE TAIYAKI!” Ichika sang at the top of her lungs. “I WISH EVERYDAY WAS DADDY’S BIRTHDAAAAAAAAY!”

Renji admired the way his wife’s rear end swayed as she headed back into the house. He contemplated whether he could still drink out of two glasses at the same time, another old bar trick he was once modestly famous for. “Me, too, kid,” he agreed. “Me, too.”

[substituted-shinigami]

Thanks, brain, really appreciate it...😅

Anyway, I'm going to be stuck in the car for like 5 hours today, so if you ever had an idea that you wished a tired and stressed person would write really bad Bleach fanfiction for, now's the time!

Bleach Drabble Requests Open!😁

Now until 03/20/23

Will Do:

1 - 3 characters (Doesn't need to be a ship)

Rated G - G+ (Sorry, I'm a lightweight)

Light romance/ships (stick to canon)*

Really bad action scenes

Alternate Universe

Won't Do:

No lemon, smut, etc

Horror (I am a lightweight, I'm sorry!)

For Ships:

*Alright, I'm gonna be honest. If you include fics that I haven't posted, I've only written for RenRuki/Byahisa/ and a bit of background Ichihime, so uh... these are your best bets.😅 Also, I'm too tired to list all the ships I will write for, so we'll just stick to canon this time. If this goes well, we'll extend to more next time. If you are unsure, just ask!

Please keep your requests in the comment section of this post so that I can keep them organized. If you message me directly, I might miss/forget it. Feel free to submit as many ideas as you want... The amount I actually take will depend on how tired and stressed I am👍 (although sometimes more stress turns into more writing, so uh idk😅). Last day to submit is Monday 03/20/23, will try to get them all out in a week or two but I ain't stressin' about that.✌️ If I like your idea a lot, and want to turn it into something bigger, I'll let you know!

I have the right to accept or deny any request. I'll let you know if your request has been accepted. This is all just for fun, so uh...please don't expect anything revolutionary 😅

Comic source

[diademchiofthetripod]

I drabbled. It's my first time writing in YEARS.

Summary:

"The time, back at the Academy, when Rukia had gotten sick, and Renji had cut class (maybe the only time he ever cut class) and snuck into the girls’ dorm just to sit with her. He brought her glasses of water and read to her out of the boring novel he was into at the time. He scrammed before her roommate, who hated him, could rat him out..."

This is inspired by Chapter 7 of @recurring-polynya 's “Between Tides” story, (her excerpt above). Strong, salty language ahead from our favorite street rats, so I'm giving it a strong "T"een/PG13 rating. Takes place during their Academy days. @recurring-polynya helped me polish this up, too! * Bows in gratitude *

Be prepared for some rough housing kidou, practical jokes, swearing, and quiet fluffy moments. One-Shot & Canon Compliant. RenRuki.

[fluffnflightillustrations]

It's writing practice day!!! Send me some renruki writing requests, and I'll try to write some drabbles of 300-500ish words.

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. image:

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO. Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. (It depends? I think she’s gorgeous lol) Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. (She should be and I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise) Are they underrated?  YES / NO. Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (cue argument that Ichigo and Rukia are two halves of a main protag) Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. How strictly do you follow canon?  —  I follow canon pretty much up to the last few chapters (although I do rp the ending ship as well) so it’s really flexible within canon. Ichiruki is my OTP but RenRuki is my second favorite. I do not believe Rukia would have been fine with everything going back to “status quo” in the Soul Society so that’s where I refuse to follow canon at all. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Rukia is one of the most selfless characters in this series. She would not hesitate to risk her life to save a stranger. She doesn’t tolerate bullying or any abuse of power. Frequently she puts the needs of others above her own. Rukia takes her duties as a soul reaper very seriously but is not a blind rule follower. If a rule doesn’t match her morals, she’ll ignore it. She’ll come across like a noble (because she technically is one by adoption) but she can go from sipping plum wine elegantly in a super expensive silk kimono that will take your breath away to pickpocketing your valuables, sweeping your legs out from under you and fighting dirty. Can you ask for more?

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — Well she’s not particularly striking physically. She’s very small and doesn’t look very intimidating. Rukia is also not very friendly naturally. This doesn’t mean she’s rude, she just doesn’t let very many people into her inner circle. She’s not very physically affectionate with those outside her group and is a little awkward with receiving it from others. Also while Rukia doesn’t lie, she would say somewhat neutral things rather than hurt someone’s feelings. I think some of the fandom might think she’s weak and constantly just getting rescued by someone stronger than her, I severely disagree with this (and have words for Kubo about that). Her bankai I think is one of the most powerful but in a quiet way. (No one else has to actually die for the bankai, do they? Yeah, she’s bad ass.)

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —   When I first started watching Bleach, I connected with Rukia instantly on a very personal level. I loved everything about her and she resonated with me a lot. I feel like I can understand her easily and it just flowed. When I first joined the RPC, there was no question as to which character I would be doing. She’s the only one I’ve very really roleplayed. I cosplay her at cons and I just love everything about her, flaws and all.

What keeps your inspiration going?  —   Honestly, that connection did not waver, even during my hiatus. I love the fan art and fan fics, head canons, etc. I love exploring her character and developing her beyond what Kubo gave us. 

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. ( I hope) Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO. (YES and I love it) Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO. Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (sometimes?) Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (sometimes?) Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — ahh so I take criticism super personally even when I know it’s not meant so I guess it depends on the delivery? I will probably mull it over for a few days before the sting is gone. So if you have some, just be nice? lol

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  YES YES YES! I absolutely love head canons and questions that make me think about what my character would do or think. I welcome them all the time and I don’t care how silly or obscure they may sound so send them my way!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Sure. I mean, if it’s just a difference on opinion without much fact to back either one, then it’s probably just going to be an agree to disagree. But if it’s something that they have more information on that refutes something I said (like canon evidence), please share! It could be that I didn’t know or we interpreted it differently. I welcome that kind of debate or conversation. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  I mean, everyone is entitled to their opinion and I certainly don’t believe everyone has to like my way of writing Rukia. If they don’t like it, I would probably just say they can ignore it or unfollow (because why would you follow me if you don’t like what I write? I mean, come on.) 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  Well, if it’s like  they just can’t stand my character at all, again... you can unfollow me anytime? Why would you follow an rp blog of a character you dislike so strongly? I mean, I don’t mind anyone following me if they keep it to themselves but if someone is going to be upset anytime they see my writing or my character on their dash, doesn’t it make sense to not follow? I’m not sure what the purpose of this question is but again, everyone is entitled to their own opinions.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  So I’m human like anyone else. Sometimes I’m typing on my phone, sometimes I’m typing really fast, sometimes I’m distracted by my toddler or work. I don’t mind gentle corrections but if I feel that I have to proofread my threads or posts before posting them because of someone pointing out errors, it’s really going to make me hesitant to write. So I guess what I’m saying is if you want do so kindly and every so often, that’s fine but if you get to be a stickler about it, it’s going to make me less likely to interact with you. 

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  I would like to think I am? This is probably a better question for my partners but I don’t think I’m too strict?

That’s about it, congrats for filling out! tagged by @bleachintothemultiverse​ Tagging: @wild-pineapple-butt​, @nightbeat-cat​, @deivorous​, @toomanydamnmuses​, @glacies-tempestatem​, @t-hitsugaya​, @toshiro-hitsugaya​, and anyone else that wants to do this lol