#uryuu x orihime

[oriyuu-ichiru]

My only issue with IshiHime is the ‘official’ English ship name. It’s literally one letter away from that other ship.

Other things it could’ve been called:

Uryuuhime

UryHime

Oryuu

Ishinoue

Inoishi

Woven Rain

[ambigirl]

2002 vs 2024

[raredust]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 0: back in town. six years have passed since he left for med school; finally, Uryu is back... as well as that never ending pain.

❄ a/n: not me starting a new -pretty out of the blue - fic. I needed to rest my head from all of the studying and while I was listening to "Yoü and I" by Lady Gaga, I thought of Uryu and a pretty tragic love story that had no closure after TYBW. I must ask for feedback with this one, if you wish for me to continue with this story, please, let me know 💖 ❄ tw: not much, very angsty for now. I want this to be a sweet love story that will -of course- contain smut as we go further into it.

“Stop, stop please… stop ignoring me! This is hurting me!” you plead, knees hitting the ground, drawing blood out of them, allowing the cold cement underneath to soak into that crimson fluid of life. 

His glasses have fogged; it is not the cold, nor the snow as white as his clothes… it’s just the tears sprouting nonstop from the bottom of his heart. 

“I beg you please, leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you… it's been years, forget about me” Ishida whisper, knowing too damn well those words are pure lies. 

How much time has passed? It’s been years since the war, since the “treason”. The scar on your body still remains like a bittersweet memory of those arrows. A single one, just one, it was enough to cross your heart. 

“You didn’t mean it, I know that… please, I have forgiven you! In fact, I’ve never once blamed you!” you scream, a night so cold it could freeze your bones but not as much as Uryu’s heart. 

He keeps walking away from you. Uryu has promised himself not to ever falter, not ever succumb… how could he hurt you? from all the people? That single arrow, a single ray of blue light and reiishii… so deadly, so painful… you, the sacred woman he wished to protect, even in silence, had fallen upon one of his own attacks. Was the fight worthy after all? Saving the world? Avenging his mother? Was it all worthy if in exchange, from all the people, you, the one he swore not to hurt, paid the price of his betray? 

“Please…” you murmur, the pain of that last word unheard by him, hurts harder than any scar imbued into your flesh. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Please, please, please… please… Uryuu, please”

You remain there, with snow pooling on your shoulders, with your thighs getting coated with bloody knees, with tears freezing, and a heart broken… through blurry eyes, he disappears among the foggy night, after all this time, Uryu has left. Again. 

A pair of headlights blink behind you; however, you don’t notice them until the car stops right by your side. 

“My son is an idiot, isn’t he? Come on” Ryuuken helps you stand up. 

You sniffle, looking into the deep blue eyes of that man who you’ve always considered a father. 

“Indeed…” you murmur, sitting on the passanger’s seat. 

Dr. Ishida hands you a handkerchief and starts driving in silence. You know he is probably driving you home, though you don’t care. 

“Ryuuken-sama, I’ve never blamed him. I swear I- I knew the moment he left what he meant to do! I… missed him so much, six whole years away, and now that he is back in Karakura… why?! Why he ignores me? Is he married? Did he find love in med school?”  you ask, in between sobbing, and blowing your nose. That poor piece of fabric might never come back to Dr. Ishida’s hands. 

The snow haired man sighs; he knows exactly why his own son is ignoring you. And he is also aware his son is as stupid as he could be, but he is also noble to no extent… 

“My son, as I always say, is an idiot. But he also has the biggest heart you could possibly imagine, (Name)…” 

Three days before.

“You are back” Ryuuken words, as always dry. However, his dull eyes immediately regain a shine he thought he had lost the day his son left. 

His tiny little black-haired version of him has now bloomed into a young adult. His glasses, still the same. His hair, perhaps a little longer. And now, carrying a document where it says he has become a paediatrician. 

Uryu, in anxious response, clenches his fist on the handle of his carry-on bag. As if time have stopped, the people walking by the arrivals hall of Karakura’s tiny aerodrome seem to disappear. 

His glasses reflect the image of a father that acts tough but is dying to hug his son… and same goes for Ryuuken, with glasses showing a man that turns into a kid and begs for his father’s love. 

“Seems like it…” Uryu’s blue eyes fixed on the floor. 

“Come on, Dr. Ishida” Ryuuken mumbles, with a pride his voice couldn’t conceal, saying nothing but everything at the same time. 

A soft smile garnishes Uryu’s lips, Ryuuken hasn’t change a single bit.

“Six years have passed, and this town still looks the same” Uryu grunts; the big city has probably changed the way he sees the world. 

Ryuuken remains silent, looking at the passenger’s seat from the corner of his eye. It is true, the city has barely changed, though the people living on it did. All of them; some have even married and now have kids… except for one person; you. 

“The city and a person in particular” the Dr. says, with his eyes fixed into the traffic light ahead. The bomb had been dropped… 

“She- she hasn’t left?” Uryu asks, looking at his father with eyes opened big and pale skin turning even paler. 

“Hm… how could she? You idiot”

[to be continued]

[hashtagartistlife]

sunlight team 🔄 moonlight team 

#succubus x vampire

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[mikyapixie]

Bleach premiered 20 years ago today!!!💙🤍❤️

This hands down my favorite ending!!!

🤩😆🤩

Tell me your favorite ending in the comments!!!😁😁😁

[malaviksa]

I was a little late drawing art, so here's a sketch with ishihime

[throughmindfog]

ku lo sa is giving me such a crazy dopamine hit, im even obsessing over a mid man (ryuuken ishida)

[teamatsumu]

bleach masterlist

last updated -> 27-08-2023

characters i write for -> here

requests are closed

ICHIRUKI:

⦿ JUICE BOX ➡ set in fb arc, angst, swearing

⦿ PANDORA’S BOX ➡ post canon, angst, swearing

ISHIHIME:

⦿ TEMPTATION ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

⦿ SINCERELY YOURS ➡ post canon, smut, swearing, tw: adultery, slight angst

ALL:

⦿ SEIREITEI HR DEPARTMENT CHRONICLES ➡ swearing, crack, bad humor, canon typical violence, sometimes suggestive

prequel

part 1

[jozephina]

[merbear25]

Closet Musician - General Headcanons (SFW)

Synopsis: They think you're too shy to play for them, but it was partly due to you working on a little song, specially for them.

CW: None! Just fluffy goodness. No specific gender for the reader and fictional characters I headcanon. These can be romantic or platonic (whichever you'd prefer!)

fandoms included: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, and One Piece

A/n: I've recently started relearning how to play the piano, and although my shyness is nowhere near as bad as when I played the guitar, I still get embarrassed knowing someone's listening. I thought it might be cute to imagine how they'd feel and react.

_________

the teaser

It's endearing to think how much you worked yourself up over it, although that doesn't stop them from lightly teasing you. The teasing wouldn't be towards your song or your abilities, since they'd be able to understand how hard you've been working on them. It'd mostly pertain to your reaction while playing for them. It would all be done light-heartedly, of course. They may make a slight joke about if you continue practicing like you have, there will be nothing left to tease you about. And where's the fun in that? ;P

satoru, zoro, renji, yoruichi

the encourager

They watch you fondly with a small smile. To see you come this far and to push yourself to perform in front of them brings them a lot of joy. Sitting patiently as you finish playing, they express their graditude with applause and praise. Even if you still look a bit unsure about how things went, they encourage you to keep at it and reassure you of any doubts that may be holding you back from reaching your full potential.

robin, choso, sanji, usopp, kento, nami, uryu, nobara

the fine tuner

Over coming stage fright isn't easy. They can respect the courage it took to push past it. Although they aren't particularly gifted when it comes to music, they couldn't help but notice a few slip ups here and there. Gentle tips are given to get past your fears and there might be a few others to help with keeping the pacing of the song.

suguru, megumi, ichigo, rukia, byakuya

the clueless supporter

They know nothing about learning an instrument or about which parts are off or on key. That would never stop them from being amazed at your talent. You only started learning how long ago?? Incredible! This is the first time you've performed in front of anyone?? They're in awe! You've likely inspired them to go out of their comfort zones. They feel so special.

luffy, yuiji, orihime, kasumi

[bluemglory]

Uryu: What's wrong, my brain isn't working at all.

Uryu: I mean, I have a strict sleep schedule, I do concentration exercises, and...

Orihime: What do you eat though?

Uryu:

Uryu: I knew I must be forgetting something.

[ambigirl]

Bleach cour 3🔥🫶🏻

[momoty]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 .

! Classificação: 10 anos

Personagens: Orihime J-Idol, Ichigo membro de uma banda, Uryu estilista, Chad lutador, Rukia Kuchiki (aparição), Rangiku Matsumoto (aparição), Keigo Asano (aparição), Tatsuki Arisawa (aparição), Don Kanonji (aparição), Byakuya Kuchiki (citado), Urahara Kizuki (citado), Yoruichi Shihoi (citada), Time Karakura na vida adulta.

Casais: IchiHime, ChadIshi, RenRuki.

Gênero: romance, fluffy.

Outros: short fic, universo alternativo, casais principais se apaixonando, época de white day.

Capítulos: ???

Idioma: Português(BR)

Nota: Essa é a minha primeira fanfic de Bleach, estou nervosa! Rsrs.

A idéia veio com um dos temas do evento Orihime Week em que as pessoas deveriam produzir algo inspirado na idéia da Hime sendo uma Idol.

Não sou boa em escrita, já produzi duas fanfics (uma de Gravity Falls e outra do livro Sem Coração) que não chegaram a serem concluídas (fora as minhas histórias originais que nem saíram do primeiro capítulokk). Acho que uma one-shot é um ótimo caminho considerando isso tudo... Essa história seria uma one-shot, porém acabei tendo muitas ideias e cheguei a conclusão de que não conseguiria coloca-las em um único capítulo.

- Comentários de dicas de escrita e sugestões de estrutura do blog para uma leitura mais agradável são sempre bem vindos!^^

- Por favor! Caso não goste de qualquer um dos ships não leia, apenas ignore o blog e siga a sua vida, afinal, nenhum de nós ganharemos algo em uma briga de ship kkkk.

Os personagens não me pertencem e são de total propriedade de seu criador original.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1:00 ━❍──────── -?:00

O set de gravação do programa das quinze horas estava terminando os preparativos. As últimas garrafas de água estavam sendo colocadas nas mesinhas perto das cadeiras enfileiradas e os convidados especiais esperavam ansiosos nos camaris pela campainha tocar.

Sentando no puff, Ichigo Kurosaki, um guitarrista um tanto quando reconhecido em seu nicho, fazia perguntas em sua mente de como havia chegado até onde estava, afinal, programas cujo principal assunto eram fofocas e o mundo pop não eram exatamente o estilo da banda que participava.

O pequeno camarim era atormentado pelas risadas escandalosas que Keigo soltava a cada vítima de pegadinha do programa que passava pela pequena televisão.

Prestes a falar algo, Ichigo é interrompido pelo som da porta se fechando. Em frente à ela, parado e acompanhado de roupas novas, Uryu Ishida, um jovem estilista de nome já consolidado na indústria, se desculpava pelo seu atraso.

— De boa — O ruivo se levanta para pegar seu figurino, uma blusa moletom branca com um desenho simples de algo que se assemelha a uma caveira, figura presente na capa do último single lançado.

— Por que demorou?

— Tive que ajudar uma cliente importante, ela está neste prédio aliás. Desculpe, não achei que tomaria tanto tempo.

— Sério?! — Keigo com um sorriso que ia de orelha a orelha agarrou os ombros do estilista, se aproximando de seu rosto — Então, ela é bonita?

— Sr. Asano, isso é confidencial

— O QUE?! — E então o jovem rapaz se encolhia cabisbaixo.

— Até onde eu posso dizer, ela irá se apresentar no mesmo programa que vocês, talvez até mesmo se esbarrem pelos corredores — Ishida afastava as mãos do outro.

— Se vamos nos encontrar então não tem problema dizer quem é. E pare de me chamar de "senhor", faz eu me sentir um velho. EU SÓ TENHO VINTE ANOS!!

— Estou tentando manter o profissionalismo, você quem deveria usar meu sobrenome ao se referir a mim.

Pressentindo que uma discussão desagradável e nada lucrativa, Ichigo interrompeu os dois homens a sua frente.

— Desculpe o meu amigo carente aqui, Ishida — Ele deu tapinhas fortes na costas de Keigo que reclamou assim que pararam fazendo Uryu dar um leve suspiro.

— Mas, para falar a real, eu meio que fiquei curioso também.

— A minha cliente é a famosa Idol misteriosa que terá um debut stage hoje.

— Uhm. Acho que ouvi alguma coisa sobre. A Yuzu não parava de falar sobre ela.

— Bem, a empresa que a gerencia decidiu que faria dela um mistério, para gerar mais comoção ao público. Eles deram muito duro quanto a isso, então não quero ser o culpado a estragar a surpresa. Não quando falta tão pouco para o dia importante dela.

Em menos de vinte minutos o programa começou. A abertura era uma apresentação de um girlgroup que cantava uma música sobre paixões, combinando com o tema do dia: White Day.

Após a apresentação dos convidados e do papo furado com Don Kanonji, o apresentador, o momento mais esperado havia chegado. Atrás de uma tela branca e fosca, a tão esperada Idol estava prestes a mostrar o seu rosto pela primeira vez enquanto cantava seu mais famoso single.

Foi quando a tela despencou no chão que o mundo começou a se tornar cada vez mais lento, pelo menos para Ichigo Kurosaki que sentiu seu rosto esquentar e seu coração ficando confuso, oscilando entre parar e ter batidas rápidas em seu peito.

Caminhando em direção ao centro do estúdio, ela, a garota que Ichigo jamais poderia esquecer o rosto e o nome, Orihime Inoue, sua pequena paixão de pré adolescência. A garota que desapareceu de sua vida após a morte do irmão. A garota que só ouvia falar quando sua melhor amiga Tatsuki Arisawa comentava sobre.

Com sua doce e gentil voz, ela prendia a atenção dos outros artistas presentes no programa.

— Duplas formadas, vamos finalmente começar este especial de White Day!

Os convidados estavam sentados em duplas misturando-se com os outros artistas, com as meninas do girlgroup sentadas ao lado dos membros da banda, algumas fazendo par com seu próprio grupo por causa da exceção de participantes, o que ocasionou um bom fanservice para os fãs.

— Ah cara! O Ichigo acabou sendo a dupla da Orihime! Eu quem deveria ter ficado no lugar dele. Estou com inveja...

— Eu posso ouvir o que está dizendo — a voz do outro lado chamou a atenção de Keigo — Sr. Asano é muito sortudo por Tomu ser a sua dupla, então cuide bem dela, sim? — Rin, a Idol conhecida por ser a mais durona em seu grupo, repreendia o baixista.

— Opa opa! Parece que as coisas estão começando a esquentar aqui, hehe. Então vamos começar!

O especial levava provas em que os participantes, com seus pares, deveriam fazer chocolates, artesanatos e responder fatos sobre uns aos outros, aqueles que conseguissem cumprir a maioria das provas ganhava o prêmio de melhor "casal" do ano.

— Kurosaki, já que não sabemos muito sobre um ao outro, vamos conversar enquanto isso.

— Ah! Certo... Meu nome é Ichigo Kurosaki, tenho vinte anos e toco guitarra. — Ele fatiava as barras de chocolate que seriam derretidas para fazer outro chocolate só que mais decorado.

— Sou Orihime Inoue, tenho vinte anos e, como pode ver a pouco, canto. — Ela colocava os pedaços de chocolate em uma grande tigela de vidro.

— Pode parecer meio engraçado, Inoue, mas deixe-me tentar um palpite. Eu preciso saber se estou certo antes de continuarmos essa conversa. Ichigo sorria desajeitado. Você por acaso seria Orihime Inoue de Karakura?

Os olhares e as câmeras foram todos direcionados para a dupla. Como esperando, claro, afinal Orihime era a estrela do programa durante aquele episódio.

— Espera. Vocês se conhecem?

Um reencontro depois de anos! Que bela matéria. Don Kanonji pensou consigo mesmo.

— Inoue e Kurosaki se conhecem? Tomu perguntou.

Todos esperavam uma resposta de Orihime, que só percebeu o questionamento quando olhou de volta para Ichigo que a olhava curioso.

— Cresci até o começo de minha adolescência em Karakura. Como Kurosaki sabe disso?

— Lembro de você na época do colegial. Não acredito que seja você mesma.

O set ficou em silêncio para ouvir a conversa dos dois fazendo com que um estranho nervosismo subisse em Ichigo.

— Quero dizer. Tenho uma amiga de lá com quem cresci. Sempre que conversamos sobre nossas vidas ela menciona você.

Orihime deu um risinho.

— Ah sim, posso imaginar quem seja.

— Então vocês se conhecem? Rin perguntou.

— Mais ou menos...? Estou lembrando de Kurosaki na escola também, mas não éramos próximos.

— Vocês dois conhecem a mesma pessoa e moraram na mesma cidade mas nunca chegaram a se encontrar. E aqui estamos hoje! Keigo soltou surpreso.

— No programa do Don Kanonji especial White Day!. Seria esse o verdadeiro começo de um romance? O apresentador olhou para a câmera e uma música extremamente brega e romântica começava a tocar fazendo com que um humor comediante tomasse o ar do estúdio.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 22: WRITER'S CHOICE Adult! Ishida Uryuu 𝘹 F! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

tw: AU where Uryu becomes the ruler of the Quincy years after TYBW ends. A different type of king, this time. giving him some massages. a lot of fluff but still angst. soft praising. kinda of a "mommy kink". fingering. nipple play. vag sex. a/n: sorry for the big delay, I lost the original file so I had to re write it. Posting it today cause it is Uryu's bd. Happy birthday my sweet love! wc: 2.3k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Your Majesty, I brought you a pain killer” you murmur, leaving a silver tray with a glass of water and the little pill that is intended to end with his migraine.

“Thank you, (Name)” he murmurs, with his forearm covering his eyes and his seat thrown back. Uryu’s feet over his desk, on of his arms hanging loosely to the side… Becoming the King of the Quincy seems more difficult than what you could even think.

“My pleasure, my King” you whisper, bowing even if he can’t see you. You turn around, the sound of your military boots echoing all around the cold room. As cold as white as your Wandenreich uniform.

A sudden invisible force stops you from walking away. As if something -or someone- was holding you by your wrists, it makes you stay completely frozen.

“(Name), can you please make me one more favour?” he asks; Uryu might be the king, but he is still as sweet as when he had first arrived. Years have passed, and the man that now inherited the throne has matured, but never once lost the humanity imbued in his blood.

You immediately turn around, nothing, absolutely nothing matters the most than to please your king. Not because it is your duty, but because your body, your soul, your heart… dies, and kills, to do it.

“Yes, my king!” you chime, standing properly right in front of his desk.

Uryu puts down his right foot, and then the left one. His forearm is no longer covering his eyes, and for the first time you see his face without his glasses on. He cracks his neck and stretches his back as much as he can with a grimacing façade.

“I know that what I am about to ask you might sound weird, but… could you help me out with my tensed muscles? See… my neck is killing me” he shily asks, as if he had to ask…

You immediately nod and declare you can help, soon enough you get behind him and his chair and your hands land on his shoulders.

The scent of a subtle perfume reaches your nose, it is too tempting… too delicious. You shake your head; you need to fulfil your duties.

Your fingertips graze his warm skin, just a little touch and you feel your legs quivering. Uryu has always been the only man in your eyes, from the time he was presented when he was still a young boy, to now… the King.

“Your Majesty, I’ll try to ease the contracture on your neck muscles” you inform, slowly and waiting for his approval to go further.

“Yes, please. Use this cream, it might help” he says, grabbing a little container from his desk and handing it to you.

You inspect the contents of it; it’s gonna be useful for sure.

“Sure, my king. A little bit of lubrication will make my hands slide a lot better” you innocently inform, causing Uryu to widen his eyes and choke with his saliva.

You realize, very late, that what you said can be misinterpreted; and so, with burning ears, you prefer to stay silent as you watch Uryu’s cheeks become red as candied apples.

As your hands begin to work, sliding like you predicted easily because of the cream, Uryu squirms more and more. He reminds you of a cat, and oh how you wish he could purr like one too…. Instead, you get something even better; the soft, low, but definitely hearable moan of pleasure when you hit the right spot.

“Mhhj… (Name), that’s the spot. Keep going” he whines, loud enough to be heard by everyone now.

You swallow, you can feel the knot on his nape. It is definitely hard to ease, but you wont give up until your king’s muscles get completely relaxed.

“Y-yes, my King. You have a very hard knot in here. I will try to massage it to make it softer” you stutter, biting your lower lip… abusing of your words might cost you more than your position.

Uryu nods, and his hand reaches his arm. Surprisingly, he slides down one side of white shirt, exposing the milky skin of his shoulder and back.

“You may go further down; I believe it’s the trapezius muscle” he murmurs. Uryu must have taken the king’s position, but he is still a doctor.

You nod soundly and slide down your fingers. He is right, the knot goes down the right side of his spine. And then, right there, in between his shoulder blades, you press harder… causing Uryu to flinch and grunt.

“Ngh… ah… (Name)!”  he growls, grabbing your hand to stop you. He does with such force you even squeak.

“Sorry, my king!! I didn’t mean!! I’M SO SORRY” you desperately try to plead for forgiveness. You know he is not gonna kill you, but he is going to probably stop you from keep touching his body… something you had dreamt for so many nights.

But, he doesn’t speak, and you discover he is smiling like never before. Uryu hasn’t let go of your hand yet, but his grip softens just a little.

“Don’t you dare excuse yourself, (Name). Your hands are magical, you literally gave me instant relief with that touch…” he purrs, pleased.

You sigh, alleviated. If you could describe how you felt when he snapped, you may probably say it was like having a heart attack… hurting Uryu would be something you could never forgive to yourself.

“I’m glad it helped my ki-“ you shut up, as he suddenly, and delicately, pulls from your arm towards his chest. You widen your eyes, allowing him to go as further as he wishes. And he does until your fingertips reach for his sternum.

You let the warmth of his flesh imbue in your hand, enjoying the way he then tilts his head to the side and presses his cheek against your forearm. Like a child, in severe need of affection, he seems to be pleased with the physical contact provided by you.

 “Just… for a minute or two, stay” he whispers, rather painfully and miserably.

“My King… stay for as long as you may. I will not go away until you order me to do so” you immediately answer back; truth is, that you don’t want to go away either way.

He simply stays in silence; you can feel the side of his lips grazing your skin and the warmth of his breath too. You wish to hug him. You wish with all your heart to lend your embrace to comfort him. You didn’t know he was that sad, but now you could feel it in your blood.

“Please, call me Uryu… I am not a king, I don’t want to be a king” he falters, pulling you even closer to him. So close that your belly hits the backrest of his chair.  

You close your eyes; how painful… And, perhaps in an outburst of indecency, you surround his seat to face him.

You look at Uryu with eyes of utmost love; a comforting look that speaks on its own, showing him how much he can trust in you… how much he can, at least for now, depend on you.

“Come…” he murmurs, after looking into your eyes for a couple of seconds. Right then, is when he lets your arm go… just for you to give him your whole body.

You carefully climb on him, straddling your hips over his lap. In silence, and smiling, you let him hug you. You do the same, hugging his head to let him rest on your chest.

“It’s ok… I am here for you, my k-, sorry, Uryu” “Thanks… thanks…”

Almost like a mother, protecting her child, both lay for some time that way. Your chin resting on the crown of his head, his nose buried in your neck.

You hear a very low sob, enough for you to impulsively move his bangs to the side and kiss his forehead. “If you need to cry, cry… but we can solve anything, that what is causing you pain, I will destroy it” you swear, because for love there is nothing you wouldn’t do.

“To destroy what is causing me pain, you might need to destroy everything that surrounds us now” he sighs.

“I would do it right now if you asked me to…” you murmur, kissing his forehead once again.

“Don’t destroy anything… just stay by my side like you did from the very first time I put a step on this place…” Uryu acknowledges your existence, noticing very well you’ve been there for him since forever. “You know, you are just like my mother”

Your eyes become watery; Miss Katagiri had been the very mother of your king. And also, a woman who had served your King’s father, and whose blood has saved the three realms from crumbling.

“I am not in the position to be compared with your mother, Uryu…” you respectfully tell him.

But Uryu doesn’t respond, and instead, grabs your chin violently. He plasters a kiss so impertinent, so dominant, on your lips. “ You are right, you are not like my mother, because I am here so that there are no more people like her. I don’t want you to suffer. You won’t suffer no more” he sighs with his mouth pressed against yours.

You gasp, taking little to no air before he could attack your lips again. A demanding and needy kiss, soon turns to thousands. Tongues dancing, saliva shining on the commissure of your lips.

Uryu bends you over the desk, with your back pressed against it. Some papers fly away, falling like snow into the ground. His hand, playful and dominant, and yet delicate, rip the buttons of your blouse. The star that has changed its meaning, engraved on those metallic studs, now lies also scattered on the floor.

“I’ve been watching you for so long…” he whispers, tracing a path with the tip of his index, from your collarbones to the in-between of your breasts. “And there was no time that I hadn’t lusted for you” he confesses.

Your lids become lazy; your lips, swollen from kissing, barely separating letting Uryu see just a hint of your teeth. Your heart pounding so fast that you can’t even keep the pace of its beating…

“My King…” “For now, just please…Uryu; call me Uryu…”

He bends forward to kiss you again while you are still on his laps with legs hanging on each side. Your white skirt, part of the uniform he let you choose, covers your sexes just enough not to see his erection… but definitely to feel it against your panties, searching for freedom, underneath the thick fabrics of his pants.

There is a fine line that divides misery from lust, and both have just crossed it at once.

Uryu keeps kissing down your neck, reaching your breasts, sucking desperately. Enough to believe he would love for milk to sprout from them. Maybe, maybe one day.

Your hip bucks up, searching for a so needed collision with his manhood. Him, desperate too, slides his hand down your chest, to your belly and soon underneath your skirt. Located your wetness, he shamelessly, let his fingers imbue in the sweet nectar of your heat.

You throw your head back, mouth open in an O shape, trembling as he inserts one and then two fingers in you. And along with his thumb against your clit, he goes in and out with curled index and ring finger hitting your g spot… deliciously accurately.

“I have always listened you call me “my king” so solemnly, but I have always died to hear you moaning it�� out of pleasure, out of your lust” he spits, with a smirk you haven’t seen on his face for so long.

Your stomach feels like dropping; the words, the tone with those were pronounced… there it is, the true king you know he can be. There it is, the only man, the one, the first, and the last… to you, for you.

You bite your lip, and while you are about to moan the so expected sounds, he stops you by covering your mouth with his hand.

“No… not yet, let me be inside you first”

You nod, desperate, going crazy, feeling like the time is slowing down… why is it taking so long for him to be finally deep, deep in you?

Uryu kisses your lips once more, and then taking his fingers out of you he helps you to properly lay back on his desk. When he is sure you are safe and comfortable, he proceeds to stand up from his chair.

The Quincy takes his sweet time to undress; first, his shirt. Exposed his chest, then, he let his white pants fall to the ground. Underwear off, then, feeling for the very first time as proud as he can be of his own skin, discovering two eyes that look at his anatomy with pure devotion. With pure lust and desire.

Uryu smiles, this time softly and lovingly. There is no disrespect in his eyes, only need and love. He delicately lifts one of your legs up, he is planning on going deep from the very start.

With his sex, hard, dripping, throbbing and so ready on his hand, he comes closer to your entrance. He lets the weight of his body to fall on his left arm as he tops you. Uryu’s beautiful onyx hair falls down, framing his fine features, his handsome looks.

“Ready?” he asks, biting your lower lip after. “Yes…” you answer, in total awe.

Uryu lips tremble, his pupils dilate and fix in yours.

“Let me make you mine…”  he whines, as he lets his hardness penetrate you to the deepest point he can reach. Enjoying the way your back arches, with his hand on the small of it and his teeth grazing your chin.

“Nhg… yes, my King… I love you so, so, so much my King!” “That’s good, that’s very good…love… ngh…”

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I had an idea for a crossover.

A Bleach x Rising of the Shield Hero crossover where instead of the original four heroes, it's Ichigo, Orihime, Uryuu and Chad. Ichigo is obviously sword and Uryuu the bow. My biggest debate is the spear and the shield. Both Orihime and Chad are extremely suitable for the shield. Orihime because her powers include creating an almost indestructible shield. Chad because he is the tank of the group. Right now, I'm thinking of Orihime as the shield and Chad as the spear.

What do you all think?