#rukia x renji

[graciethegreat]

They're so in love

[bleach-ships]

yo.

[a-lyoshka]

they are my little meow meow

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

The ❄️ Snow Goddess ❄️ and The God of the Wild (🐍RenRuki🐰)

For the second day of the IchiHime and RenRuki week, this is with RenRuki!!!! Omg!!!!!!! AHHHH THEY ARE SO GOOD LOOKING FOR EACH OTHER!!!!!!!! ALSO RENJI IS HOT AF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So this AU is Mythology, which means our girl Rukia is a Snow Goddess based on her powers. Renji is a God of the Wild or the Wild God but also based on his powers. This is gonna be a smutty one, so be prepared! If you aren't comfortable with smut, now's a good time to leave, but please don't report me. I'm giving you a warning. BUT ENJOY RENRUKI!!!!!! Again, I'm gonna rename them like I did with my last fanfic of IchiHime if their powers were based on real people from a previous life. Rukia - Hakka and Renji - Zabimaru

P.S. I got their sides wrong with the girl and boy in the middle...FUCK! Screw it! Just enjoy the story!

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Lady Hakka Togome is widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in the Snow Kingdom, captivating everyone who lays eyes on her. As the Goddess of Snow and the ruler of her realm, she radiates an ethereal grace that embodies the essence of winter. Her long, flowing hair shimmers like delicate ice lilac cascading down her back, and her striking icy lavender eyes sparkle with a mysterious allure.

She is adorned in exquisite snow attire made from soft, frost-kissed fabrics that drape elegantly. Each dress features intricate patterns inspired by swirling snowflakes and glistening icicles, enhancing her celestial beauty. Her graceful movements leave a trail of shimmering frost, making her the heart of the Snow Kingdom.

The people cherished her deeply, not just for her captivating beauty, but also for her warm-hearted nature and fiercely independent spirit. She possessed a grace that drew admiration from all who encountered her, making her a beloved figure within her realm. Her kindness resonated with her subjects, inspiring loyalty and affection that extended far beyond their borders. Even those from neighboring lands spoke of her with reverence, captivated by tales of her compassion and strength. In every smile and gesture, she radiated an aura that enchanted all, weaving a bond of love that linked her to countless hearts across the region.

In the Wild Kingdom, a man was deeply devoted to Hakka, enchanted by her beauty and remarkable spirit. Her strength and courage resonated with him, inspiring a relentless pursuit fueled by admiration for her unique combination of grace and power.

His name was Zabimaru, a formidable figure revered as both a god and the king of the wild. Towering and muscular, he commanded attention wherever he roamed, whether within the lush expanses of his kingdom or beyond. His chiseled features—a strong jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the forest—combined with a mane of wild crimson hair, made him the epitome of rugged masculinity.

Draped in leather and fur, he moved with surprising agility for his size. His attire, adorned with intricate symbols of battle and triumph, showcased his lineage. Women from all realms were captivated by his charm and the aura of strength and bravery that surrounded him.

Zabimaru was revered not just for his appearance but for his untamed, passionate, and noble spirit, making him a living legend where beauty and strength intertwined. Women were entranced by his striking good looks, which showcased his chiseled jawline and piercing eyes. His muscular physique, accentuated by intricate black tribal tattoos that traced along his arms and torso, added to his allure. Cascading down his shoulders, his long red hair framed his face, creating an image that was both powerful and captivating.

People often remarked that these two were a perfect match due to their striking looks and impressive strength. Their undeniable appeal hid a deep history, having known each other since childhood and sharing countless memories of laughter and adventures that wove their lives together long before anyone noticed the chemistry blossoming between them. Their favorite memories together when they were children is when they go back and forth teasing each other.

Zabimaru spent countless years by Hakka’s side, sharing laughter and quiet moments. As his unexpressed feelings grew, he realized he was in love. Despite this understanding, he remained silent, unable to express the emotions swirling within him.

Hakka, strong and radiant, had her own reasons for marrying—not love, but a strategic decision to ensure her kingdom's future. Zabimaru believed that Hakka's choice was about her kingdom, unaware that her heart was entangled in leadership responsibilities. Their connection was clouded by misunderstandings, leaving Zabimaru to ponder the unspoken truths that existed between them.

Today marked a significant milestone in their lives: their wedding day. The air was charged with excitement, and while both felt a wave of nervousness wash over them, they reassured each other that it was perfectly normal. They weren’t experiencing any cold feet; rather, it was simply a natural part of embracing such a momentous occasion. This day represented the next step in their journey together, a culmination of years of shared laughter, adventures, and cherished memories.

Having known each other since childhood, they were not just partners but best friends. Through life’s ups and downs, they built a strong relationship and stood ready to embrace a new chapter together but never expressed each other's true feelings.

Hakka strolled gracefully through the elegant corridors of her palace, the soft fabric of her white robe trailing behind her like a whisper. Today was a momentous occasion, filled with both excitement and nervous anticipation as she prepared to celebrate with her closest friend.

As she passed by tall, arched windows that framed the view outside, she paused to gaze into the enchanting snowy forest that blanketed the nearby town of her kingdom. The sunlight filtered through the frosted branches, casting a shimmering glow on the untouched white landscape. Each flake glittered like a jewel, and Hakka felt a deep serenity wash over her as she contemplated the beauty of her surroundings, lost in thoughts of the day ahead.

“Hey.” Hakka turned her head and felt a flutter in her chest as she spotted Zabimaru. Her best friend stood before her, a radiant smile gracing her lips, adorned in a striking crimson robe that flowed elegantly around him.

“Zabimaru…” Hakka breathed, astonishment washing over her. It was hard to reconcile the boy she’d known all these years with the vision standing in front of her now her betrothed fiancé.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air as they exchanged nervous glances, remembering their past together. Gradually, shy smiles appeared, helping to connect their uncertain feelings, while the world around them faded away.

“Today’s the day.” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. She glanced down, a shy smile spreading across her face. “Yeah. she replied, her eyes bright with memories. “It feels like just yesterday when we first met, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, his gaze softening as he recalled their initial encounter. “Yeah.” he murmured, the warmth of their shared moments flooding his thoughts. The air around them was filled with unspoken emotions, weaving their past with the promise of what was to come.

Zabimaru fidgeted nervously as he gazed at Hakka, his future bride. The tension in the air was palpable as he stammered, "H-H-How do you feel about this?" His heart raced, uncertainty pooling in his stomach.

Hakka blushed, averting her gaze for a moment as she processed his question. "Well… it’s certainly unexpected." she replied, her voice soft yet hesitant. She bit her lip, gathering her thoughts, "But, um… I suppose it’s also exciting. I just didn’t think we would be here so soon." Her cheeks reddened further as she met his eyes, a mix of shyness and curiosity reflected in her expression.

“Yeah… Yeah…” Zabimaru stammered, his voice trembling slightly as a deep crimson flush spread across his cheeks. The warmth of embarrassment engulfed him like a cozy blanket. Hakka, noticing his reaction, couldn't help but tease him playfully. “I hardly see you blush nowadays, even more than you did when we were kids.”

Zabimaru felt his heart race at her words, the memory of their childhood flooding back. He smiled shyly, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he replied, “I see you haven’t changed at all since we were young.” His tone was a mix of admiration and fondness, and it brought a genuine smile to Hakka’s face, illuminating her features with warmth and nostalgia. The air between them felt charged with the unspoken connection of their shared past, making the moment all the more intimate.

“Now here we are, standing before each other, ready to take this incredible step and get married.” Hakka said, a mix of excitement and nerves dancing in his eyes. He looked deeply into Zabimaru's gaze, searching for any sign of doubt, but found only warmth and certainty reflected back.

“Yeah…” Zabimaru replied, a soft smile spreading across his face, his heart racing as the weight of the moment settled in. The air between them was filled with unspoken promises and dreams, a bright future unfolding just beyond this moment.

“I never expected this day to arrive for us.” Hakka said, leaning against the cool stone wall, his gaze distant. The weight of unspoken emotions hung in the air, thick and palpable. “But…I still don’t want things to become awkward between us. After all, we’ve known each other for so long.”

Zabimaru turned to her, a reassuring smile breaking through the tension. “It won’t be.” he replied firmly, his voice steady. “It never will be, not after all we’ve shared.” The warmth in his words filled the space between them, dissolving the uncertainty that had lingered.

Hakka gazed into his eyes, struck by the intensity of his words. Each phrase carried a weight of emotion that left him momentarily speechless. The unexpected vulnerability in his voice stirred something within Hakka, igniting surprise and intrigue as he tried to grasp the depth of the moment.

Zabimaru found himself lost in the captivating depths of her icy lilac eyes, shimmering like the first frost of winter. The vibrant colors seemed to hold secrets he longed to uncover. As he stood there at the ornate ceremony, the air thick with anticipation and the soft murmur of guests, his heart raced. He felt an undeniable pull to bridge the silence that hung between them, yet the weight of unspoken words threatened to turn the moment even more awkward than it already was.

Despite having known her for years, he had always kept his true feelings locked away, afraid to disrupt the delicate balance of their friendship. This was his chance, and he knew he had to muster the courage to speak his heart before the opportunity slipped away forever. The flickering candlelight danced around them, casting gentle shadows, urging him to take the leap and reveal the affection he had buried so deep. With a deep breath, he readied himself, determined to make this moment count.

“Hakka-sama!” a maid called out from down the elegantly adorned corridor, her voice echoing slightly off the polished marble walls. Hakka and Zabimaru turned in unison, surprise evident on their faces as they recognized the familiar figure of Hakka's maid approaching with purpose, her footsteps brisk against the cool floor.

“Yes?” Hakka replied, tilting her head slightly, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. The maid reached them, breathless yet composed, and performed a respectful bow, her uniform crisp and neatly pressed.

“I apologize for interrupting your conversation.” the maid said, glancing briefly at Zabimaru before focusing back on Hakka. “Your dress is almost ready, and we’ll need to prepare you for your hair and makeup. There’s not much time left.”

Hakka’s expression softened into a warm smile as she took in the maid’s earnest demeanor. “Ah, I see.” she responded, a hint of excitement in her voice. Turning to Zabimaru, she shared a look filled with anticipation. “See you later.” she added cheerfully, her eyes twinkling with the promise of what was to come.

With that, Hakka followed her maid down the corridor, her heart light and eager for the preparations ahead.

“Yeah.” He replied, his voice carrying a gentle warmth as a soft smile crept across his face. As he turned to leave, a sense of melancholy washed over him. He paused for a moment at the door, letting out a quiet sigh, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the air. The missed opportunity to share his true feelings lingered in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. With a final glance back, he walked away, the ache in his heart curling like smoke into the quiet of the room.

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The moment of the ceremony had finally arrived. Against a picturesque winter backdrop, the event took place outdoors in the forest, with trees adorned in delicate snowflakes sparkling under the soft sunlight.

The air was crisp and invigorating, heightening the anticipation among guests from the Hakka and Zabimaru tribes. Their vibrant traditional attire contrasted beautifully with the serene landscape. A sense of unity and joy filled the atmosphere as everyone celebrated the love of the newlywed couple, turning the tranquil woods into a festive haven.

The crowd fell silent as Zabimaru made his entrance, exuding elegance. His striking appearance captivated everyone, especially the women, with his long crimson hair featuring hues of pale pink and green. Half of his hair flowed freely, while the other half was in a braided ponytail, accented with tooth charms and feathers. He wore a luxurious dark fur cloak that added mystery and sophistication. His tailored dark brown pants and sturdy boots were both stylish and practical, while a striking fur loincloth introduced a wild element. His upper body was protected by intricately designed brown leather armor, showcasing strength and craftsmanship. Overall, he radiated fierce elegance, drawing attention as he stepped into the spotlight.

As he steps into the altar, a sense of anticipation fills the air. The priest stands solemnly there, ready to guide them through their vows. Suddenly, the soft strains of music begin to play, and all eyes turn to the entrance. Here comes the bride.

The guests gathered, their eyes fixed on the entrance as they stood in anticipation for the bride's arrival. Hakka made her grand entrance, captivating everyone in the room. She wore an exquisite strapless white gown that cascaded elegantly to the floor, its soft fabric flowing with every step she took. The dress was intricately adorned with shimmering sequins and delicate crystals, arranged in enchanting floral patterns that caught the light with each movement.

Her veil, artfully crafted and laced with pearls, framed her face and added a touch of ethereal beauty to her appearance. Hakka's hair was styled to perfection, with soft waves cascading around her shoulders, and her makeup was flawlessly applied, highlighting her features without overshadowing her natural beauty.

In her hands, she held a stunning bouquet composed of pristine white roses and delicate snowdrops, their fresh elegance perfectly complementing her bridal look. The sheer beauty of Hakka as a bride left everyone in awe, their hearts swelling with admiration. Among the guests, Zabimaru stood as well, equally taken by the breathtaking sight of her.

Hakka finally steps up to the altar, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. With a gentle smile, she shyly reaches for Zabimaru's hand, their fingers intertwining as they stand before the priest. The soft lighting of the ceremony highlights the emotions of the moment, enveloping them in an atmosphere of anticipation.

Beneath a blanket of soft, glistening snow, the couple stood hand in hand, the crisp winter air contrasting with their warmth and excitement. When the officiant prompted them, they exchanged their vows and then a shy "I do." With a beaming smile, the officiant pronounced them husband and wife...

An arrow struck the priest through his heart, falling dead on the snow, his blood staining the white surface.

Hakka and Zabimaru stood in disbelief, their expressions filled with horror as chaos erupted around them. Guests shouted in panic, fearing an attack. Zabimaru's eyes were fixed on the gruesome sight: an arrow jutted from the priest's lifeless body, its dark fletching unmistakably marking it as a weapon of the Cannibal tribe, his people’s long-time foe. The deadly shaft stood out against the priest's pale skin, sending a wave of dread through Zabimaru as the reality of this brutal act sank in. Fear gripped him for a moment, but it quickly turned into determination.

Hakka was in danger, and he couldn’t hesitate. The weight of his tribe's history pressed on him, but it only strengthened his resolve. Ignoring the sounds of the forest around him, Zabimaru knew he had to confront the threat ahead. He was determined to protect Hakka from their cruel foes and wouldn’t let her down.

"Hakka. Stay close and follow my lead." the Wild God commanded, his voice a mix of authority and concern as he gently grasped the Snow Goddess's hand. The warmth of his touch contrasted with the chill in the air, creating a sense of safety amidst the uncertainty. Hakka stood frozen, a wave of surprise washing over her. She had known this man for years, his presence both familiar and reassuring. After a brief moment of contemplation, she nodded firmly, her eyes reflecting trust and determination. She understood the weight of his words and was willing to follow him into the unknown.

As Hakka and Zabimaru hastily navigated through the chaos, they resolutely commanded their guards to engage the encroaching enemy while they made their escape. The clashing of swords and shouts of battle resonated in the air, but despite their desire to join the fray and fight alongside their loyal protectors, the grim reality of their own survival weighed heavily upon them. In a moment that seemed to stretch endlessly, one of the guards stepped forward, his expression a blend of determination and respect. He gave Zabimaru his sword, the very blade he had held during the recent ceremony, a token of honor and duty that Zabimaru crafted when he became a true warrior. This sword, symbolizing protection and valor, felt both reassuring and heavy in Zabimaru's grip, reminding him of the gravity of their predicament as he prepared to face the uncertain path ahead.

As he leads Hakka through the dense forest, distant battle cries echo ominously, filling her with dread. Worry for her people consumes her, yet the instinct for self-preservation urges her to move forward. Glancing at Zabimaru, her loyal companion prepared to defend her, Hakka feels the weight of her responsibilities and the hope of her people being safe and sound amid the chaos.

As thick snowflakes swirled around them, a menacing figure from the Cannibal tribe suddenly emerged, leaping into the couple’s path with a frightening snarl. His wild hair whipped in the cold wind, and his grip on a crude weapon showed his intent to attack. Zabimaru sensed the immediate threat, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He stepped forward, unwavering in his determination to protect his betrothed. With a fluid motion, he drew his sword and swiftly swung it, aiming for the enemy's vital points. The blade connected with precision, and the attacker collapsed to the ground, his body growing still in the unforgiving snow. Without looking back, the couple continued their urgent quest, desperate to find a safe haven amidst the looming dangers that surrounded them.

They rushed forward without pausing to catch their breath during the desperate escape. It was clear that they needed to get as far away as possible before the situation escalated further. Just ahead, a new wave of enemies from the Cannibal tribe emerged, obstructing their path. In a fierce display of skill and determination, Zabimaru engaged in combat, skillfully fending them off and leaving their foes lifeless behind him. The urgency of their escape fueled his strength as they fought to survive in a perilous situation. However, it results in a noticeable wound on his arm, causing Hakka to feel deep concern for his well-being.

"In here!" Zabimaru shouted, his voice echoing off the rocky walls as he gestured toward a dark cave nestled among the trees. The couple needed shelter, and this seemed like their best option. Hakka hurried after him, her heart racing with anticipation. As they stepped inside, she was taken aback by what she saw. The cave had been transformed into a makeshift hideout, complete with carefully arranged supplies and a cozy atmosphere. Soft blankets were strewn across the ground, and an old lantern flickered on a small stalagmite, casting warm shadows that danced along the walls. It was a stark contrast to the rugged exterior, creating an inviting little home within the cave’s depths.

"What is this place?" Hakka asked, glancing around at the shadowy interior of the secluded hideout. "It's my hideout when I hunt." Zabimaru replied, taking a moment to lean against the rough stone wall as he panted, trying to catch his breath after a long, exhausting run. The air was cool and damp, filled with the scent of moss and earth. Hakka could see the outline of hunting gear scattered around, remnants of past expeditions. "Ah." Hakka said, finally understanding. He nodded slowly, an expression of appreciation dawning on his face as he realized the significance of the space.

Zabimaru grunted in distress, grimacing as he pressed his hand against his wounded arm. "Zabimaru!" Hakka exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency as she rushed to his side. "It’s nothing." he replied dismissively, but a sharp gasp escaped his lips as he struggled to sit on a nearby rock. In frustration, he tore off his cloak, revealing the severity of the injury. Hakka knelt beside him, her expression shifting from concern to determination. "Don’t say that! This is serious!" she insisted, her hands moving quickly as she began to search through his belongings for supplies to treat his wound. She rifled through the items with urgency, her heart racing as she realized the importance of acting swiftly to stabilize him.

She carefully gathers the first aid supplies necessary to treat his wound: a needle, thread, and a strip of clean cloth. With determination, she then makes her way to a nearby stream within the cave, scooping out a bowl of fresh water and placing it beside Zabimaru. She takes the wet cloth and gently dips it into the bowl before using it to clean his wound. As she wipes away the blood, Zabimaru grunts in pain, his muscles tensing with each movement. The Snow Goddess works methodically, ensuring that the area is free from any debris or dirt.

After she has thoroughly cleaned the wound, she takes the needle and thread and prepares to stitch it closed. With great care, she pushes the needle through his skin, drawing it back with the thread. Each time she pulls the thread tight, Zabimaru lets out a grunt, a mix of pain and discomfort evident in his expression. Despite his reactions, she remains focused on the task, determined to help him heal.

Desperately searching for a bandage, she discovered that none were available. In a moment of resolve, she grasped the hem of her exquisite gown, fabric that had glimmered with elegance and grace, and tore it away to fashion a makeshift dressing for Zabimaru's wound. While many young women might have been distraught at the thought of ruining such beautiful attire, her thoughts were solely on Zabimaru’s health and recovery. She understood the gravity of the situation and the importance of acting quickly.

As she carefully wrapped the torn fabric around his injury, her hands trembling slightly, the Wild God watched her with astonishment. He was taken aback not only by her swift action but also by her unwavering commitment to help him, even at the cost of her own appearance.

At that moment, he realized that her character and compassion far outweighed any concern for the loss of her gown. The bond between them deepened, rooted in her selflessness and the fierce resolve to protect him.

“What?” Hakka asked, her curiosity piqued as she caught Zabimaru gazing at her intently. He averted his eyes, his cheeks tinged with a soft shade of pink. “Ah. It’s nothing,” he mumbled shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. Hakka’s lips curled into a teasing smile, an expression that never failed to draw his attention and tug at his heartstrings.

“It’s nothing? You always say that when it's something,” she chimed playfully, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in slightly closer, her playful tone dancing in the air like a teasing melody.

Zabimaru crossed his arms, his playful annoyance evident as he replied, “Shut up.” Despite his irritated facade, there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, a sign that he was far from truly upset. Hakka couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, the sound light and full of mischief, and it resonated in his ears, warming him from within.

He had admired her teasing spirit and infectious laughter ever since their paths first crossed, finding a unique joy in these lighthearted moments. Their playful banter had become a cherished part of their friendship, and each encounter deepened his feelings for her, wrapping him in a warm blend of admiration and affection.

“Hakka, there’s something I want to show you,” he said, his voice steady despite the pain evident in his movements. He slowly rose to his feet, his posture a mix of determination and discomfort. Hakka’s eyes widened in concern, her brow furrowing at the sight of his injury. “Come with me.” he offered, extending his hand toward her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hakka reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle yet firm as she rose to stand beside him. The warmth of his grasp reassured her, momentarily easing her worry. The Wild God led her toward the far side of the cave, navigating the uneven ground with careful steps. Stalactites hung from the ceiling like ancient guardians, and the dim light cast intriguing shadows on the rocky walls. Hakka felt her curiosity deepen as she followed him, eager to discover what lay ahead.

As Hakka and Zabimaru ventured deeper into the cave together, they were enveloped by a breathtaking spectacle. The cavern opened like a grand hall, its soaring ceilings adorned with glimmering crystals that hung like celestial bodies. These crystals come in various shapes—some sharp and glinting, while others formed delicate clusters that shimmered in hues of lavender and blue.

The walls were decorated with intricate mineral formations, swirling with rich earth tones that told stories of the earth's ancient history. Tiny droplets of water clung to the stone, reflecting the soft light and enhancing the illusion of a hidden paradise. The cool air carried the rich scent of damp earth while the sound of dripping water echoed softly, creating a serene ambiance.

At the heart of this enchanting cave lay a mesmerizing lake, its crystal-clear water shimmering in shades of turquoise and sapphire. The surface acted as a flawless mirror, reflecting the vibrant colors of the surrounding crystals above. Smooth stones and fine, silvery sand framed the shores, sparkling under the ethereal glow.

As they approached the water's edge, Hakka noticed tiny bioluminescent organisms glowing beneath the surface, casting a gentle light that danced below. With Zabimaru by her side, she marveled at how nature had crafted such an extraordinary sanctuary, revealing the extraordinary beauty hidden within the ordinary world and inviting them to explore its secrets together.

"Ah, it's so beautiful here," Hakka exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as she took in the breathtaking landscape around her. Zabimaru couldn't help but smile at her exuberant reaction. "I've heard tales of caves filled with danger, where monsters lurk and bandits hide," she continued, her eyes sparkling with wonder. "But in this moment, surrounded by such beauty, those stories feel far away and unreal." Zabimaru was deeply moved by her words. Here was a woman with a brave heart, unafraid to embrace the beauty of the world, and her kindness radiated from her like the warm light illuminating the cave.

“Yes.” the Wild God replied, his tone warm with agreement as he turned to face the Snow Goddess. They sat side by side within the cozy confines of the cave, the walls glimmering with frost that reflected the gentle light filtering through the entrance. The air was cool yet inviting, filled with the soft sounds of dripping water and the distant echoes of nature outside. As they shared this intimate space, they enjoyed the comforting silence, feeling a profound connection to each other and the serene environment around them. The flickering shadows on the walls created a peaceful atmosphere, allowing them to fully appreciate the moment together.

“Hey, Zabimaru.” Hakka said softly, her smile gentle yet tinged with worry. “I know you don’t want me to be overly concerned, but please don’t hesitate to ask for help with your injuries in the future. I really want to be there for you because I care a lot about you.

”Zabimaru met her gaze, sensing the underlying concern in her expression. He felt a pang of guilt; she was right. It wasn’t fair to keep something this serious from her. With the years of trust and shared memories between them, he knew that it was okay to lean on her when he needed support.

"Sorry. I didn’t want to add to your stress after everything we just experienced. I could see the worry etched on your face for your people, but I want you to know that my men will do everything in their power to protect them, just as they would for their own. I care deeply about my people, and I know their strengths and vulnerabilities inside and out. They train tirelessly every single day, not only to safeguard themselves but also to protect those they love. I was one of those who stood ready, even as their God.But everything changed when I met you, Hakka. From that moment, I made a silent vow to myself: to protect you every day, no matter the cost. I pushed myself harder in my training, knowing that I would do whatever it took to keep you safe. Our friendship has been a blessing, and as the years passed, I began to notice something stirring within me. A feeling that was both beautiful and terrifying. My heart would race wildly in my chest whenever you were near, a reminder of the depth of my feelings for you.It took me a while to understand what was happening, but finally, it hit me like a bolt of lightning: I am in love with you. My feelings run deeper than I ever expected, and I just had to tell you." Zabimaru said, his voice filled with emotion. Hakka felt the warmth rise in her cheeks as she listened to his heartfelt confession.

Zabimaru took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and sincerity as he continued, "Ever since we became betrothed, I’ve struggled to find the courage to share how I truly feel. Our long-standing friendship made it all the more complicated. There were moments when the weight of what we were about to do felt overwhelming. You see, couples typically marry for love, and yet, here we are, bound by duty to our kingdoms rather than our hearts.I wanted so badly to tell you before the ceremony, to lay my feelings bare so that nothing would stand between us on this important day. But the passage of time seemed to slip through my fingers, and I couldn't find the right moment. Now, you finally know how I feel." His voice softened, and a shy smile broke through his earlier tension, genuine warmth shining in his eyes as he looked at her, hoping she would understand the depth of his emotions.

Hakka stood there, deeply touched by his heartfelt words, feeling her heart race within her chest. The years of playful teasing and lighthearted banter seemed to fade into memory as she recognized the profound transformation in him. No longer just the boy she had sparred with, he had grown into a man defined by strength, courage, and an unwavering spirit. His inspiring words resonated within her, igniting feelings she had long tried to suppress. In that moment, she realized that he was not just a kindred spirit from her childhood, but a beacon of hope and determination, capable of moving mountains with his passion and resolve.

"Zabimaru..." She gently took his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "Your words are incredibly touching. I remember when you were just a playful young boy, full of mischief and joy. You loved to tease and play, always bringing lightness to those around you. Now, look at you. You’ve grown into a remarkable man. You’ve inspired countless people with your unwavering strength and immense courage.But what truly touches my heart is that, despite the years and the challenges you've faced, I know you will always carry the heart and soul of the boy I first met so many years ago. That essence of innocence and joy is something I never want to see fade away. It’s a part of who you are, and it’s one of the many reasons I love you." She smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection. Zabimaru stood there, his heart swelling with surprise and warmth at her heartfelt words, feeling deeply seen and cherished.

"All the men in my kingdom seemed to care only about my appearance, viewing me as a figure of beauty in my role as a Goddess. But you were different. You offered me comfort during my moments of stress, reminding me that I was not alone. As I reflected on our time together, filled with laughter and shared secrets, I began to realize the depth of my feelings for you, Zabimaru. You were my confidant, my support, and I discovered a deep, enchanting love within you that surpassed all the expectations of nobility. When our betrothal was announced, I felt joy mixed with apprehension, worried it might change our special bond. I longed to express my true feelings, yet the right words eluded me. As the wedding day drew near, my desire to reveal my love deepened, but time slipped away. Among all the suitors in my realm, it has always been you that I wanted by my side. You are not just my betrothed fiancé. You are my soulmate, the one I would marry out of pure, unwavering love." Hakka cupped his cheeks gently, her gaze filled with unspoken emotion.

"I love you, Zabimaru, now and always."

Zabimaru felt his heart racing at Hakka's heartfelt confession, a surge of emotions flooding him that only deepened his love. The air between them crackled with tension as they instinctively moved closer, drawn together by an invisible force. Their breaths mingled, both sets of eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. In that perfect moment, time seemed to stand still as their lips finally met, soft and tender, igniting a spark that promised a world of passion and intimacy.

It wasn’t long before their gentle kiss, soft and tentative at first, ignited into a fiery, passionate embrace that left them breathless. The initial warmth deepened into an all-consuming desire, drawing them closer as the world around them faded away, leaving only their intoxicating connection behind. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the love and longing they felt for one another.

Their hearts raced as they lingered in the moment, captivated by the intensity of their connection. Hakka then says,

"Make love to me Zabimaru. Please"

The Wild God then said,

"Yeah..."

With that, they stripped each other out of their clothing. Zabimaru admires his true love's naked form. Her snowy, pale skin shimmered softly in the dim light of the cave, radiating an ethereal glow that mirrored the brilliance of distant stars. Her petite breasts were exposed to his eyes. Her ice lilac hair flowed gracefully across the hard floor, shimmering like delicate petals in the light, creating a striking contrast against the stark surface. Zabimaru thought she was more beautiful looking like this.

Hakka admires her lover's naked form. His tanned, muscular body was enhanced by intricate tribal tattoos that suited his style perfectly, emphasizing his strong physique and individuality. His long crimson hair with hues of green and pink was down, making him look like a dream. Hakka found him strikingly handsome, looking like that.

Zabimaru leans down and gives her a gentle kiss on the lips before he travels his lips to her neck. Hakka moans with delight as that happens, along with his hand groping her breast. He cups her breast gently, and he kisses her breast before sticking his tongue out and licking her nipple. Hakka gasped with delight as that happened.

He wraps his lips around the nipple before sucking it gently. Hakka moans gently as that happens as she gently runs her fingers through their soft hair, delighting in the soothing rhythm of the motion. The warmth between them creates an intimate atmosphere, and she takes a moment to savor the connection they share. "Zabi...maru..." She moaned as he did the same to the other breast.

He pulls away as his hand trails down to her crotch. Hakka took a deep breath as she felt her lover's fingers rub her folds before he inserted his two fingers in her. The Snow Goddess gasps with delight as the Wild God massages her walls. Zabimaru gazes at her with deep affection, his eyes aflame with a passionate yearning that speaks of both love and desire.

He decided to take it further. He pulls his fingers away as he kisses her stomach to her crotch. Hakka threw her head back as she moaned with pleasure as she felt her lover's lips and tongue on her folds. She messes his crimson hair with her fingers. Zabimaru devours her as his hands grip her thighs.

He pulls away and licks his lips before he makes his way back to her and kisses her passionately. Hakka moans against the kiss as she feels his tongue traveling around in her mouth. He pulls away as they gasp for air and a slight string of drool connected to their lips.

Hakka feels his cock against her moist folds. Zabimaru positions himself between her legs, ready to take her. He gazes at her with tender affection, silently assuring her of his gentle intentions. Her beauty resembles a delicate flower, enchanting and fragile, and it is this exquisite softness, combined with her bright and gentle personality, that completely captivates his heart.

Hakka's gaze lingered on him with tender affection, knowing intimately that he was a true gentleman after all their shared years. His captivating good looks and wild spirit drew her in, but it was the gentle heart beneath that truly touched her soul. This remarkable blend of strength and sensitivity made him not just attractive, but utterly beautiful to her.

He slowly slides his cock into her, earning a gasp of pleasure from them. Zabimaru leans down to be closer to her as Hakka held on to him and buries his face against the crook of his neck. He moves gently as it is their first time with each other. Hakka moans with pleasure as he thrusts slowly as she grips on his shoulder blades. Her hands roam everywhere on his tattooed back. Zabimaru's hands grips on her hips as he thrusts a bit quickly to the couple's pleasure.

Their moans and grunts of pleasure and love can be heard in the cave, which echoes beautifully and music to their ears. In that quiet moment, they let go of the memories from earlier, embracing the warmth of each other's presence. The world around them faded into a soft blur. All that mattered was the connection they shared a bond that brought them comfort, joy, and a sanctuary from their troubles. This was the escape they longed for, a precious opportunity to be lost in each other, savoring every heartbeat and whispered word as they crafted their own little universe, free from the burdens of the past.

It wasn't long before their minds went blank as they came in each other.

They panted to regain their normal breath. They stared into each other's eyes as they found their breaths returning to normal once more. Hakka smiles as she cups her lover's face with her hands. Zabimaru smiles lovingly at his love. "You were truly extraordinary, my lord." she said, her tone playful yet filled with affection.

"Same to you, my lady." he replied playfully, his voice soft and filled with affection.

The couple chose to end their enchanting love scene by immersing themselves in the cool, crystalline waters of the cave together. As they waded into the gentle currents, laughter echoed around them, accompanied by playful splashes that brought out the childlike joy in their hearts. They exchanged tender kisses, each one conveying unspoken promises and deep affection. In a moment filled with warmth and intimacy, the Wild God embraced the Snow Goddess, pulling her close as their laughter mingled with the soothing sounds of the water. Their eyes sparkled with love, creating a memory that felt as eternal as the stars above.

"In moments like this, especially after everything we've faced together, I am overwhelmed with the desire to remain by your side, no matter the challenges ahead. Your presence fills me with a profound sense of love and safety that I’ve never experienced before. You have the remarkable ability to make me feel truly special, and it warms my heart in a way that words can hardly capture. I cherish every moment with you and am grateful for the bond we share, which strengthens with every passing day." Hakka said with a soft smile.

Zabimaru smiled warmly at her words, his eyes full of sincerity. "You’re right," he said softly. "We've faced so much together, but we’ve always had each other. Every day, I promise to protect you because you’ve been my light since the moment we met. Your presence brings me deep comfort and love, and unlike the women in my village who saw me for my status, you truly see me for who I am. Now that we're married, I want you by my side always, through every joy and challenge. You mean everything to me."

The couple leans in closer, their hearts racing as they share a moment filled with emotion. Their lips meet softly at first, then deepen into a passionate kiss, enveloping them in warmth and affection. It's a sweet expression of their love, where time seems to stand still and everything else fades away, leaving just the two of them in this intimate embrace.

* * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * A year has elapsed since that fateful day, and both Hakka's and Zabimaru's communities now enjoy a newfound peace and unity. Following the devastating destruction of their village by the Cannibal tribe, Zabimaru and his people sought refuge in the Snow Kingdom. The brutal attack left many of their homes in ruins, but they persevered.

In a decisive confrontation, Zabimaru and his warriors successfully defeated the leader of the Cannibal tribe. This victory was crucial, as it not only avenged their losses but also forced the remaining members of the Cannibal tribe to surrender. Accepting their fate, the captured tribespeople were taken as prisoners, doomed to spend the rest of their lives under the watch of their captors. With this resolution, both communities worked together to rebuild and thrive in their new, secure environment.

They now live in a state of peace and harmony, a situation that everyone wishes to achieve. From time to time, Zabimaru would leave the safety of the kingdom to protect their home from invading enemies who sought to conquer it. Although Hakka occasionally felt a sense of worry about her husband's safety during these missions, she had faith in his abilities. She understood his character deeply, he was not only strong and courageous but also a skilled leader with loyal men who fought alongside him. This knowledge gave her comfort, even as she awaited his return.

The couple was filled with immense joy when they received the magnificent news that Hakka was pregnant with their first child. Their hearts brimmed with excitement as they embraced the moment, tears of happiness glistening in their eyes. To celebrate this significant milestone, they organized a grand celebration for their people, sharing the joy of their new blessing with everyone in their kingdom. As they gathered together, the air was alive with laughter and delight. The couple spoke of their dreams and hopes for the future, envisioning a world where their child would grow surrounded by love and support. This special occasion marked the beginning of a beautiful journey, as the couple and their people united in anticipation and celebration of the new life that would soon join their vibrant community.

Both of them were overjoyed at the prospect of welcoming a child into their lives and didn't care at all about the child's gender. What truly mattered to them was the love and joy that parenthood would bring. They understood that being parents came with its own set of responsibilities and challenges, but they found great comfort in knowing they had each other to rely on. Together, they envisioned a future filled with laughter, learning, and countless shared moments. Their hearts were filled with excitement as they looked forward to supporting and nurturing their little ones, no matter who they were.

Hakka finds it sweet when her husband is excited about becoming a father. Her favorite moment is when he kisses her pregnant belly. It suits him well, given the gentle heart he has as a warrior. They worked together to prepare for the arrival of their child, organizing the nursery, gathering essential supplies, and planning for the baby's needs. Their teamwork brought them closer as they discussed their hopes and dreams for their little one.

On the day their child was to arrive, Hakka was in the midst of labor. As the contractions intensified, Zabimaru held her hand tightly, offering comfort and support. His concern for her well-being was evident, but he found reassurance in the presence of skilled doctors and nurses who were dedicated to ensuring a safe delivery. With each passing moment, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement, as they prepared to welcome their new baby into the world.

As their child entered the world, the doctor beamed with joy and gently introduced the couple to their precious little princess. It was a beautiful girl, and in that moment, Zabimaru and Hakka gazed at her in sheer awe, tears of happiness glistening in their eyes. With trembling hands, they lovingly passed their daughter to Hakka, whose heart swelled with overwhelming joy at the sight of her newborn. She cradled her gently, marveling at the tiny features that resembled both of them. Zabimaru stood close, sharing in the profound sense of wonder that filled the room. Unable to contain his emotions, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on Hakka’s lips, a celebration of their love and the incredible journey they had just embarked upon together. In that intimate moment, surrounded by love and the promise of their new life, they knew their family was beautifully complete.

Zabimaru was overwhelmed with emotion as he cradled his daughter for the first time, tears streaming down his cheeks. In that moment, he truly understood the profound feelings that fathers experience when welcoming their first child into the world. The weight of love and responsibility washed over him as he gazed into her tiny face, marveling at the miracle he and Hakka had created together. Hakka stood nearby, her heart swelling with joy as she watched her husband in this touching moment. A warm smile graced her lips as she took in the sight of Zabimaru holding their precious little girl, his expression a mix of awe and tenderness. It was a sweet scene, one filled with love and hope for their family’s future.

A joyous celebration filled the town to welcome the couple's child, lovingly seen as their little princess. Families gathered, sharing laughter, music, and delicious treats, while the community came together in warmth and love. The couple looked around, grateful for the smiles and connections that showed their child was already deeply cherished.

Nine months had passed since he last stepped into their home. As Zabimaru entered their shared bedroom, he felt a wave of warmth. “Hakka, I’m back,” he said softly. Hakka looked up from her chair, her eyes brightening at the sight of him. She cradled their daughter, Eira, wrapped snugly in a soft pink blanket. “Welcome home.” she replied with heartfelt relief. Zabimaru approached, leaning down to give Hakka a gentle kiss. “Hi, my princess.” he murmured, then placed a tender kiss on Eira’s forehead. He carefully took her into his arms, feeling fulfilled as he held his family close. With Hakka’s tired but joyful gaze on him, Zabimaru knew he was finally where he belonged, home after a week apart, ready to cherish every moment together.

Eira was a stunning blend of her parents' features, with tousled, icy white hair streaked with crimson hues that shimmered in the sunlight. Her pale-tanned skin radiated warmth, while her large, icy lilac eyes sparkled with curiosity, echoing her mother’s gaze. Many considered her the most beautiful baby ever born, captivated by her enchanting presence and the unique charm she exuded.

Hakka stands up, gently holding her husband’s arm as they admire their beautiful child. Zabimaru smiles at her, his eyes sparkling with love. Together, they watch their daughter nestled in his arms, her tiny features radiating innocence. In that heartfelt moment, the world fades away, leaving only their sweet bond as a family.

As they reflect on their first meeting, warm memories of carefree childhood days fill their minds, days spent laughing and playing together. Over the years, their innocent friendship blossomed into a deeper love, becoming truly evident when they became betrothed. They felt grateful for the chance to have found each other, and their joy only multiplied with the arrival of their child, a beautiful symbol of their enduring bond and shared dreams. Their journey together was just beginning, filled with hope and promise for the future.

FIN.💜

(Pardon this is rushed! I am sorry. I ship this couple a lot along with IchiHime! Was planning a fight scene at the end but wasn't in the mood and hard to think of one and how to write it. But I am happy with how this turned out since I planned this story for a while, and more of these two will come in the future!)

[lilipudding]

🍓🍞 & 🐍🐒❄️🐰: Have you been Naughty or Nice?

Happy Holidays Everyone <3

Concept blatantly stolen from Enstars "Have You Been Naughty Or Nice?". Watching Tomoya hopping around with his lil teddy bear was so Orihime and Rukia coded I got possessed

[celticcatgirl2]

“She asked for no pickles….”

[ideaamachine]

✨Star Struck✨

A Renji x Rukia fic (Bleach).

Rukia and Renji enjoy a nice evening together under the stars. A more nervous and awkward Renji than how he may normally be characterized, one shot, 1527 words, Very fluffy.

A/n: First fic being posted on this platform, first Bleach fic, first fluff in awhile, lots of firsts. Please note that I am on chapter 341 of Bleach and I haven’t seen any of the anime, so please keep that in mind while reading and also no spoilers please! Otherwise enjoy!

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

Renji turned back, almost like he was doing a double take. He looked at the short, dark-haired woman behind him who was currently brushing his hair. He and Rukia had been training all afternoon, and she was the one who suggested they should take a bath and call it a day. He had just finished drying his hair when Rukia insisted on brushing it out for him. It was definitely much longer than hers…

“Really? Thanks…” Renji’s voice caught in his throat. His face felt a bit flushed, which didn’t make sense to him since he got out of the hot bath almost an hour ago…

It was such a small compliment, why was it making him act this way? Plenty of people have said nice things about his hair to him before, why was Rukia any different? He was overthinking this, surely.

He relaxed his shoulders again, letting Rukia continue tending to his hair. It was very relaxing, letting someone take care of his hair for him. He closed his eyes, threatening to fall asleep, when he felt some light tugging.

He opened his eyes and attempted to look back at Rukia, but was met with resistance.

“Stay still! I’m trying to braid your hair!” She demanded. Renji quickly faced forward, the heat returning to his face. When was the last time he had his hair braided? Wait- had he ever had his hair braided by anyone before?

He wanted desperately to watch Rukia work, curious as to how she threaded each lock around the other. He strained his eyes, trying to sneak a peak, but to no avail.

“Almost done…” Rukia noticed Renji’s restlessness. She was nearing the bottom of his hair, now crouching to reach it. After a few short moments, Renji could feel her tie off the end of the braid, signaling its completion.

“Tada!” Rukia smiled, presenting the braid like it was some type of magic trick. Renji stood up and walked over to the nearby mirror, admiring himself in the reflection. Renji would braid his hair more often if he had the patience…

“Thanks, Rukia, this looks really nice. Where’d you learn to braid like this?” Renji smiled, looking back at Rukia’s own reflection in the mirror.

“I’m a girl, we’re practically born knowing how to braid hair.”

Renji let out a light chuckle. “Fair enough.”

A beat passed in comfortable silence as the two of them regarded each other in the mirror. Renji never paid much attention before, but Rukia had such gorgeous eyes. They were dark, much like her hair, but they shimmered, even in the low light of this bedroom. His chest was starting to grow heavy.

Renji looked out the window for a moment to distract himself, noticing stars had already painted the sky and the moon was full. Just then, an idea popped into his head.

“I want to show you something,” Renji trailed off without explanation. He quickly snatched a blanket from a nearby cabinet and took Rukia by the wrist, who hesitantly followed.

“What are we doing?” She asked, confused and uncertain. She trusted Renji wasn’t up to anything nefarious, but she was tired and quite frankly wanted to sleep.

“Trust me, you’ll love it,” Renji winked back at Rukia, settling her concerns.

~~~

After about a fifteen-minute walk, the pair had finally reached their destination. They found themselves atop a rather large hill outside the Seireitei, looking down on a few little houses of the Rukongai, Just out of sight from any prying eyes.

“Here we are!” Renji beamed, spreading out the blanket he brought with him. Rukia looked at him, confused once again until Renji laid down on the blanket and pointed up to the night sky.

“Look.”

Rukia did as told and looked up above her. She immediately noticed how all the stars were much more vibrant and prettier than from her view inside the Seireitei. Her mouth fell agape, taking in the beauty.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” For a second Renji found himself looking more at Rukia than the stars. Her amazed reaction to the night sky brought a smile to his face, one of those goofy ones you can’t shake off. He patted to the ground, signaling for her to join him.

The raven-haired woman hurried over beside him, her gaze still fixed on the starry night. Rukia sat down, neck craned to the sky.

“Lay down, it’s much more comfortable,” Renji insisted.

Rukia obliged and stretched out beside him, still in awe of all the cosmic beauty on display. Renji couldn’t decide what was more beautiful; the stars, or Rukia herself.

“How did you find this spot?” Rukia spoke up for the first time since they arrived. She finally managed to peel her eyes away from the sky to look at Renji, who had shifted himself to face her.

“I used to come here as a kid. Just to get away from it all…” Renji felt like his eyes were glued to Rukia now; her features were even more stunning in the moonlight. The way the stars reflected in her eyes to the light of the moon gently stroking her black locks of hair…. Renji felt his chest tightening again.

“It’s gorgeous, Renji…” Rukia muttered, still mesmerized.

“I know.”

The pair were now both lying flat, watching the stars. Renji’s attention was torn between the constellations above him and the beautiful woman beside him. Each time his gaze met Rukia’s his heart would skip a beat. He wasn’t stupid; he knew what this feeling had been all along. But still, the thought of ruining what they already had, ruining this very moment, made him feel sick. He couldn’t risk it, he just couldn’t live with himself if he-

Rukia sat up slightly, hands supporting her weight. Renji copied her movements, unknowingly imitating her pose. She turned to face him, a small smile painted across her face.

“Thank you for taking me here; stargazing was a good idea,” her hand found his, gripping it softly. Renji felt a lump form in his throat.

“You’re welcome, Rukia,” he managed to squeeze out smoothly. Her hands are so small… he thought to himself.

Rukia inched herself close to Renji, their faces mere inches apart but not touching. Renji could make out each feature in great detail, especially her lips. His heart was beginning to race, and it showed no signs of stopping.

Rukia made the first move, much to Renji’s surprise. She gently pressed her lips to his, eyes closed, like she was an expert. Renji remained still, tense, eyes wide open in disbelief. He felt his heart all but stop; he was almost certain Rukia could hear it attempting to burst from his chest. Rukia pulled away, leaving Renji’s lips cold. It was over as soon as it started.

“I thought you’d be better at kissing,” she teased, taking note that Renji’s face was now as red as his hair.

“Hey! I- “ he stuttered, fighting for the right words to say. “I wasn’t expecting that! I just… I didn’t think you liked me like that…”

“Well I knew you weren’t going to make the first move anyways so I went for it. It just felt... right.” Rukia sighed, while Renji still pouted over the most awkward first kiss of his life.

“Let’s do it again,” Renji asked, his confidence returning. Rukia smirked at him but obliged, eyes closed and waiting.

Renji’s hand slowly made its way to Rukia’s cheek, cupping it tenderly as he leaned in for the kiss. His lips grazed hers slightly before finally committing and locking in place. Renji was relaxed, allowing his lips to form around hers in an intimate hug. The feeling was warm, comforting, but all too fleeting. Renji pulled away soon after he started, for fear he’d lose himself. He didn’t want to get carried away on just the first- er- second kiss.

Rukia looked at him, completely breathless. After the first attempt at a kiss, she thought the second one would be just as awkward. She was happy she was wrong though. So happy.

“Wow, I didn’t think you had it in you,” she joked. Renji rolled his eyes, laying back down before he could pass out; his heart was still running a marathon inside his chest.

“Of course I did! Once I realized we were both on the same page, it was easy.” He bragged, moving his arms behind his head for support. He felt Rukia lay down too, only her head was on top of his chest and not on the blanket.

“Mmhm,” she mumbled, getting cozy as if Renji was her personal pillow. “You’re comfy.”

“So now I’m just a pillow?”

“A very nice pillow, yes.”

“How nice?”

“The nicest one around.”

The couple laughed at themselves underneath the stars. It wasn’t long before Rukia was dozing off, and Renji wasn’t far behind. He looked down at Rukia with drowsy eyes, his arms now wrapped loosely around her. His last glimpse was of her sleeping peacefully on his chest, her body rising and falling in time with his.

~Fin~

Yay! You made it to the end! Congratulations! Thank you so much for reading!! Please feel free to leave feedback, comments, anything nice! And maybe stick around if you like random fandom posts!

Thank you to my lovely makeshift team of @xxv4mpzxx who edited my post and @unrealpickle who was my veteran Bleach fan that provided me with correct spellings and canon accuracies. Love you both! 💚💙

Also you may have noticed a few familiar lines; I used a couple of popular fluff prompt starter lines I found on Pinterest (but were originally posted to tumblr) so full transparency here!

Thanks again for reading! 💜

[irlkisukeurahara]

ichika tries to draw renji's tattoos on herself with a sharpie and from across the kuchiki manor you hear byakuya just go "uh??? rukia??? renji????? why's your daughter purple????" as it's now smudged all over her

[probablydumbfandomheadcanons]

Rukia, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! 

Renji: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

[a-particular-quetzalcoatl]

*smacks the table*

Just because I’m a Ichiruki fan, does not mean I don’t like Rukia x Renji. I think Renji is great. He’s a good guy, and gets his relationship with Rukia mostly fixed by the end of the Soul Society arc.

What I don’t like is that they don’t really do anything with their relationship until the VERY END OF BLEACH. Very little relationship development occurs for them while Ichigo and Rukia get some emotional moments together.

Their dynamic as “estranged childhood friends who have reconnected” is great. It’s just that I like the dynamic between Ichigo and Rukia MORE.

Also that I’m not a big fan of Ichihime, but that’s because I feel it’s a somewhat problematic relationship in that Orihime throws herself at Ichigo but there is very little reconciliation of said feelings, as most of the things Ichigo does for her... he has done and probably would do for the rest of his friends.

[randombook4idk]

who wants to listen my ichihime, renruki and ishihime playlists?

[gelatomesomeironqrow]

Hey look at that, I wrote something and actually posted it. Instead of my usual of writing and leaving it in my word documents never to see the light of day. I really should finish my stories from like my high school days and on. Oh well.

[bleach-ships]

Halloween cuties

[timetravellingshinigami]

My fave "there's no heterosexual explanation for this"

[celticcatgirl2]

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