#yumichika x ikkaku

[jennshiro]

http://aminoapps.com/p/e45xnwz

[yumichikamadarame]

let’s all take a moment to imagine ikkaku and yumichika having a peaceful day lounging about some meadow in the rukon pre-gotei era……

commission by @cha-r4 🩷

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[greyskyflowers]

Ichigo has horrible nightmares, because I refuse to believe that he doesn't, and insomnia.

Most of the time he just gets up for the rest of the night, goes to train or on runs to try to burn off the anxious energy.

If they're bad enough, or he's at the point where if he doesn't sleep then he going to pass out, he develops a habit of goes finding certain people.

The nightmares leave him a little frazzled, mind messy from lack of sleep and fear. They leave him a little more vulnerable, a little less self conscious of getting comfort because he may shake out of his skin if he doesn't settle down. Sometimes he does things without realizing it, fight or flight kicking in along side unsettled hollow instincts, and he's off to find somewhere he feels safe and can sleep.

In the human world, he'll sneak in to find Kisuke. Right, sneak, like anyone in that building doesn't know he's there.

Sometimes Kisuke's in his labs so Ichigo just sits down outside the door, just enough out of the way to not trip anyone, back to the wall and arms crossed over them to rest his head on.

It soothes the vulnerable feeling, the sharp edge of terror in his chest. He trusts Kisuke to sense a threat and respond to it. He also likes the feeling of his reiatsu, cool like river stones and soothing like summer rain.

If Kisuke is busy or out, then he'll find a spot where he feels close enough to Tessai or Yoruichi to grasp at them for comfort.

They're all great about it.

Yoruichi will come and curl up next to him, her reiatsu brushing against his skin like fur, soft and warm. She purrs until the panic doesn't itch under his skin so badly. He's woken up to blankets pulled over him and sometimes a pillow between him and the wall.

The true problems arise whenever he stays in soul society.

No one says anything but he knows they can all tell when he has a nightmare, his reiatsu reacting to his fear and discomfort. Between the nightmares and the fear of waking everyone up, he's too anxious to sleep.

It's the 4th night with no sleep and he's restless, eyes burning and head reeling. It's familiarity that has him walking mindlessly until he finds Shinji's office. He slips in and ignores the sharp gaze immediately on him. This isn't new, he did this a few times while training with them.

He sits down in the far corner, back to the wall and facing the door. He draws his legs and rests his head on them. He already feels better, sleep creeping up on him fast.

All the visored have a eerie quality to their reiatsu but Ichigo likes it, especially like this. The sun warmed and soft sandy feeling of Shinji's reiatsu covering him is enough for him to sleep.

Shinji might be the only one beside Kisuke that Ichigo breaks his distance rule for. It's easier for everyone if they keep acknowledgement to a minimum when Ichigo seeks them out in the night. They've had years, centuries some of them, to make their peace with what they've seen and done. Ichigo has not. It's a topic they all avoid, pretending that not talking about it makes it go away.

He's a little touch starved, he'll admit it. He doesn't get much contact that isn't fighting, or that isn't meant to hurt or teach.

The clawing urge to be safe eats at him, especially at night. It won't let him rest, keeps him awake with anxious thoughts or wakes him up with fear.

Very, very few things would willing take on Kisuke Urahara or Shinji Hirako, even if the prize was Ichigo.

So getting a little more personal is common with them. He sits a little closer, holds on a little tighter, visits them a little more. The pressure of their reiatsu feels like a weighted blanket.

He also find others he trusts for those nights.

He's goes to Kensei and ignores Shuhei's questioning and semi concerned look.

Kensei complains about having too many people in his office, Mashiro sticks her tongue out at him and Shuhei looks genuinely ruffled at the comment, but he doesn't turn Ichigo away.

He won't, wouldn't.

Kensei's reiatsu reminds him of swaying bamboo leaves and splotches of sunlight through tree branches, Mashiro's is tall grass and wildflowers, and Shuhei's is heavy but comforting.

Ichigo wakes up to Mashiro snoring on one shoulder, the side between him and the door, Shuhei is asleep on the other.

He also goes to Rose, who doesn't seem surprised to see him either.

Kira usually sits in the office too, a familiar restlessness and unease to him that Ichigo recognized in himself. They sit next to each other and it's nice to have the warmth of someone next to him.

He relaxes and can almost hear Rose's reiatsu humming, Kira's a gentle rain storm at his side.

There's a simmering fury that burns hot in the Visored everytime Ichigo comes to them, exhausted and anxious, and joins lieutenants already there for the same reasons.

Aizen left a mark on the younger ones, dark circles under their eyes and nightmares a constant battle.

Ichigo does well with them though. He sits quietly with Kira, sometimes they talk in low voice until they end up slumped against each other. He usually ends up between Mashiro and Shuhei, all of them falling asleep in a mess of limbs. He's unsure with Momo, a lot of people are, but she's growing to like him and it won't be long before they start talking. It doesn't hurt that Tōshirō thinks highly of Ichigo.

Tōshirō just waves him to the corner, in the middle of arguing with Rangiku and eventually kicking her out for the night. He's quiet as he goes back to work and the room is almost chilly, but it feels good against Ichigo's flushed skin. Tōshirō pauses a few times like he wants to say something, the words almost spilling out of his mouth, but he doesn't. He resumes working and Ichigo falls asleep to a snowstorm. Rangiku wakes him up in the morning with a smile and the smell of smoke and embers.

The 11th is... unexpected. It's the worst nightmare he's had in a while and stumbling out in a panic had brought him here. Maybe because nothing was stupid enough to come looking for a fight with Kenpachi and his men. That longing for safe eventually made the decision for him and he sat on the far edges of the division, hidden by the shadows. He knows that anyone awake would know he was there and sure enough, Yumichika comes around the corner and raises an eyebrow at him while Ikkaku looks over his shoulder. Ichigo just curls in a little tighter and watches them, waiting for them to kick him out or laugh. They don't do either. Yumichika just sighs and says something to Ikkaku and they sit down further down the walkway. They don't look at him, looking away or even closing their eyes. The tension slowly leaves, and it's hard to stay awake as he relaxes. The reiatsu that rolls over him smells like iron and he can vaguely tell where Kenpachi is, his reiatsu twisting and cracking like lightning.

He wakes up with just enough time to sneak out, hovering in front of Yumichika and Ikkaku hesitantly, only taking off when Kenpachi start howling about a fight.

They're laughing as he runs off.

Byakuya almost doesn't allow it, but Ichigo must look as bad as he feels because he only gets observed for a minute before he's ignored again. It's the only sign he gets that he won't get kicked out and it makes him hesitant at the door before slinking into the far corner and getting comfortable. He falls asleep to flowers and the cool warmth of spring cautiously grazing his skin. He wakes up to the smell of cold steel and the feel of scale and furs. Renji and Rukia sit beside him, waiting for him to wake up.

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Do I go back and forth between Ichigo being everyone's secret crush or their collectively adopted, traumatized human? Yes, and everything/anything in between.

[teamatsumu]

What if the Seireitei had a Human Resources Department? And what if you were in charge?

Summary: With the kind of antics these shinigami get up to every day, it was only a matter of time before the higher ups felt the need to create an HR Department to deal with the day to day messes. Here’s a little drabble about how it all started

Word Count: 2,062

Warnings: swearing, bad humor, mentions of violence

next part

Sometimes it was hard to believe that the gods didn't have it out for you. Especially when you ended up in situations like this against your will and through no fault of your own.

The corridor was completely silent despite the amount of people that it held. It’s almost like everyone knew how fucked they were, and they were praying with every fiber in their bodies that somehow, they would not get killed at the hands of the Captain Commander today.

You stared at the large “1” written on the wooden doors in front of you, hands clasped so tightly in your lap that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was beating so hard it almost hurt your ribcage. Next to you on the bench, Ikkaku shuffled, and you resisted the urge to deck him across the face. He was injured enough as it was. And frankly, no punch you could land on him would do any good. You had zero hurting power in your body.

Once again, you wondered which otherworldly spirit you had pissed off to get where you were.

Squad 4 was supposed to be a safe choice. You had asked to be put in it for a reason when you graduated. Far, far away from the fighting and pain. No conflict. Just helping people, healing injuries and staying inside where there were no battles. You would take any amount of scut work over whatever the hell those other divisions got up to. And you were good at your job. You handled medical emergencies well, you were a boss at getting through paperwork. Lieutenant Isane would cry tears of joy at the sight of you almost daily since you were singlehandedly keeping the admin side of the division afloat on your own.

So why did it have to come to this?

After what seemed like an eternity, the wooden door cracked open with a deafening sound and a head poked through it. The Shinigami’s eyes scanned the crowd outside until they fell on you. You felt your throat knot. He gestured for you to come to him before disappearing behind the door again.

You stood up on shaky legs, deliberately trying not to look at everyone around you who was now staring at you with pity in their eyes, no doubt. You unintentionally caught eyes with Captain Kuchiki, a calm slate gray that seemed to settle your nerves just a bit. He gave you an almost imperceptible nod, and some strength returned to your legs. You were grateful he was there, despite him not having any involvement in the situation.

Well, it was his Lieutenant on the line so maybe some involvement.

The Shinigami led you down a long hallway silently, your almost numb legs following behind. You felt like a baby deer with how unsteady you were. What were baby deers called again? Foals? You had no clue. Your mind was fried at this point. You tried to send a short prayer to the gods above, but then you remembered they were the ones who put you here in the first place so maybe praying to them wouldn’t be too good of an idea.

The Captain Commander certainly had an air about him. The table he sat behind in his office made him look grand. The office was almost like a balcony, overlooking a magnificent view of the Seireitei that you would have loved to admire under less precarious circumstances. You kept your eyes on the desk he was seated at, bowing low and standing straight as a rod until the Shinigami who brought you there had shut the door behind him with a click that echoed in your very soul. Then, it was silent.

Yamamoto Genryuusai was looking at you with a hard stare. You felt the horrifyingly embarrassing urge to burst into tears.

“Explain.” He said.

What came next was the worst word vomit known to mankind.

It had started two days ago, as festivities for New Years were just beginning to unravel. You had been on night duty, a post you wouldn't wish on anyone. Holidays almost always ended up with someone landing in the Squad 4 barracks with injuries. A bunch of drunk soldiers with weapons and the ability to fight felt like a disaster waiting to happen. But what happened next was ten times worse than what anyone was anticipating.

The fight was pretty standard. Some drunk Squad 3 member had thought it would be a good idea to taunt Squad 11 members by calling them brainless idiots who only knew how to swing a sword. It was a fist fight that escalated when Yumichika and Ikkaku stepped in. Somewhere in the commotion, someone had broken a bottle of sake on Yumichika’s face.

This, of course, caused a complete meltdown on Yumichika’s part, who could feel the cuts on his face that would potentially leave scars. He lost his shit and proceeded to beat the crap out of everyone around him. A very, very drunk Ikkaku and accompanying Renji thought that was the best solution in their alcohol-addled minds. The rest was history.

What had landed into Squad 4 was over 20 extremely injured Shinigami, a flurry of broken limbs and blood. The biggest issue was that this had involved a Lieutenant and two seated officers. Once Captain Unohana got wind of it, it was all over. This kind of violence wouldn't fly under the strict Captain’s nose, and she had reported the whole matter to the Captain Commander. That immediately put Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki’s asses on the line since it was their officers involved, and since you had been the attending who received every case in Squad 4, you were asked to report to the Captain Commander for a full explanation on the matter the following morning.

That morning, extremely hungover Ikkaku and Yumichika had shown up at your barracks, pleading with you to save them. Apparently their Captains had been furious, and both of them were being considered for a major demotion. And Renji? Lord, Captain Kuchiki would make sure Renji never saw the light of day again.

While you made them tea to try and stave off their headaches, Yumichika had given you an honest recounting of the whole situation, and it made your heart soften. They really had just been there to break apart a fight before Yumichika’s face got involved. And as you looked at his bandaged face, knowing full well the extent of the damage underneath, (you had been the one to heal him after all) you felt your heart swell in pity.

So you had agreed to the impossible task of trying to make them appear like the victims in this situation. In front of the fucking Captain Commander. What were you thinking? Curse your empathy and curse the fact that you had somehow befriended these people.

“So according to you, Fifth seat Ayasegawa was there to break up the fight?” Captain Commander Yamamoto’s voice was grumbly and low.

You nodded. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of your face and you were breathing hard. You twisted your fingers behind your back, jaw locked so tight it made your teeth hurt.

“You realize he was singlehandedly responsible for incapacitating 11 out of the 20 injured men?”

You closed your eyes. Fucking Yumichika. That fucker.

“He only responded to an extremely hateful and violent attack on himself, sir. He was not the instigator. As the healer who received him in Squad 4 barracks, I can guarantee that his condition was horrifying.”

“So you agree with his decision to retaliate the way he did?”

You shook your head immediately. “No, sir. I do not agree with it, but in the uh, inebriated state everyone was in at the time, including the sight of his comrades injured and charged comments against his Squad, I can understand why he acted the way he did.”

The Captain Commander appraised you under a weighted stare which made you gulp heavily.

“You have an admirable track record, Sixth Seat Y/L/N.”

What? You blinked, not knowing how to respond. He knew about you. Well, of fucking course he did. He couldn't have summoned you here with no knowledge of who you were. But being referred to by him unnerved you.

“Your account for the event of New Years Eve is very diplomatic.” He continued. “If I go off on what you have told me, I am left with no one to blame this whole situation on. It seems this will just be written off as an unfortunate accident.”

You nearly bawled.

The Captain General closed the file in front of him, leaning back and placing his chin on his bony knuckles. His eyes fell shut, yet you felt he was closely watching your every move.

“You may leave. And inform everyone that they will receive a written warning for their involvement. You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

You nodded and bowed instantly, turning around to walk out of the office. When the door shut behind you, you choked on a gasp and keeled forward, resting your hands on shaky knees. Fuck. Fuck. That was so intense you could cry. You would cry, actually. The tears were coming on. You sniffled.

Someone cleared their throat and your head shot up, looking at the Shinigami who had led you here. He gave you a look that told you he knew how you felt, before gesturing you to follow him out.

On numb, trembling legs, you walked out of the Squad 1 barracks, immediately being greeted by all the parties in question. Ikkaku,Yumichika and Renji crowded you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You looked at the half bandaged and swollen faces in front of you and felt the horrifying urge to laugh.

“You all will get an official warning. No lasting consequences.” You managed to choke out.

The air that lifted at your words left behind an atmosphere so light it nearly made you collapse, you swayed a little as you sat down on the bench, watching Renji collapse in relief while Yumichika slumped into a wooden pillar. Ikkaku was looking up at the sky like he had just received redemption from the gods themselves. You held back more laughter.

Captain Zaraki let out a heavy sigh and stretched, patting you on the head with a heavy hand in his show of thanks before shuffling off, hands deep in his pockets. Captain Kuchiki sat next to you on the bench smoothly, staring at his Lieutenant with disdain.

“I must thank you.” He said, not looking at you. “I was convinced this would end poorly. You have surprised me, Sixth Seat Y/L/N. And I assume you surprised the Captain General too. I have not known him to be lenient in the years I have worked in the Gotei 13.”

You stared at the Captain as he got up once again, each move as pristine as the last. He walked over to Renji and let out a pained breath at the sight of his Lieutenant.

“Stand, Renji. You will still face the punishment I have set for you.” He stated simply before turning to walk away.

“Yes, Captain.” Renji’s voice was small and muffled. The corner of your lip twitched.

Yumichika sidled over to where you sat, tears in his one visible eye.

“I love you.” He breathed, making you snort.

“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible from now on.” You stood up, feeling better now after seeing the relief your friends felt. You were of course, being dramatic. But you were sincerely so drained you wouldn’t mind sleeping for a week.

And sleep you did. In fact, you had completely forgotten the Captain General’s words until the next morning, when a Shinigami showed up at your barracks with a letter in his hand. You stared at it in confusion until you saw the name of the addressor on the envelope. Your eyes widened and your heart fell out of your ass as you remembered the words.

“You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

With trembling fingers, you tore through the paper, frantic eyes trying to make sense of what you were reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What the fuck is a Human Resources Department?”

A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!

[nevaronn]

Ikkaku calling Yumichika "yumi" as a pet name >>>>>>>

[tokyobunnyao3]

Yumichika x Ikkaku

I’ve been wanting to make this crossover for awhile now, my art isn’t perfect but maybe by the end of the year it’ll be a little better

[vanillaxbiscuit]

Chappy Bunny Renji

I understand Renji fans. Tall, long hair, a bum, tattoo, loser, masculine, wimp, mascular, tan, sexy, stray dog, cool, monkey snake, malewife, girl dad. He's dangerous. I hate drawing his tattoo but damn he's hot. I enjoy.

[bleach-ships]

beauty and the beast.

[animerina]

Your Heart to Hold-3

Zaraki Kenpachi x OFC

Chapter 3: First Night Jitters

The celebration finally wound down as the moon climbed high over the Seireitei. Nina found herself following Kenpachi through the quieting halls of the division, her heart thundering in her chest. The day's events felt almost dreamlike now—the ceremony, the celebrations, and now this moment.

"Um," she ventured softly, "which room will I be sleeping in?"

Kenpachi paused in front of a door, turning to look at her with his uncovered eye. "Hah? In here," he grunted, sliding open the door to reveal his personal quarters.

"Y-your room?" Her voice came out higher than intended.

"Yeah, you're my wife ain't ya?" He said it so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Nina felt her cheeks flush hot. How could she explain that in noble households, married couples often maintained separate quarters? That marriage pacts were often more about alliance than intimacy? There were so many thoughts swirling inside her head it drove her mad. What if she embarrassed herself? What if it hurt? Oh no, she suddenly thought, what if I snore? The words stuck in her throat as she watched him move around the room with casual confidence.

The space was surprisingly neat, if sparse. A large futon dominated one corner, while his zanpakutō rested against the wall within easy reach. It was distinctly Kenpachi—practical, unadorned, but somehow welcoming in its simplicity.

He caught her staring and misread her expression. "Whatcha gettin' all shy for?" His voice softened slightly as he approached her. "I'll take care of ya."

Before she could process his words, he had guided her to the futon, his large frame hovering over her. The moonlight filtering through the window cast shadows across his face, making him look even more intense than usual.

"Now for the good part," he rumbled, leaning closer, his hands grabbing her obi and pulling it loose.

"Wh-wait!" The word burst from her lips before she could stop it.

Kenpachi froze immediately, frustration flickering across his features. But as he looked down at her, really looked, he saw the trembling in her hands, the wetness gathering in her green eyes, whether from embarrassment or fear, he couldn't tell. Either way, something in his chest tightened uncomfortably. He'd seen fear plenty of times before, reveled in it even, but not like this. Not from her.

"Tch." The sound was soft, almost gentle, as he shifted their positions. In one fluid movement, he pulled her against his chest, arranging them both on the futon. His body curled around hers protectively, one arm draped over her waist.

"Ya ain't gotta do none of that," he muttered against her hair. "I ain't got no expectations. Do what ya want."

Nina's hand found his where it rested against her stomach, squeezing gently. "I..." she whispered, her voice steadier now. "I'm just nervous. I like you a lot, I don't want to rush things though." She took a deep breath, drawing courage from his steady presence behind her. "I know we're already married, but I want to know you more. On a deeper level, if you will."

The huff of laughter that escaped him sent warm breath fanning across the back of her neck, making her shiver. "Spend time with me here," he said, and though it came out like a command, she could hear the request beneath it. "You'll know me then."

She smiled in the darkness, feeling the tension drain from her body. "Three weeks," she said after a moment's consideration. "Then I must return to the estate to handle things.”

"Deal," he agreed, pulling her closer.

They lay there in comfortable silence, her back pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady against her spine. The night sounds of the division drifted through the window—distant laughter, the clash of practice swords (because some members never seemed to sleep), the rustle of wind through training grounds.

"Kenpachi?" she ventured softly.

"Mm?"

"Thank you."

He grunted in response, but his arm tightened around her waist. As sleep began to claim her, Nina realized something remarkable. She felt safe here, safer perhaps than she'd ever felt in her life. In the arms of Soul Society's most feared captain, surrounded by the rough-and-tumble atmosphere of the Eleventh Division, she had found her peace.

Quietly, before sleep could fully claim her, she slipped out of Kenpachi’s grasp. He grunted in annoyance at the loss of warmth, watching with one eye as she pulled a silk robe from her trunk and ducked out of sight.

"Sleep," he murmured, his voice rough with approaching slumber. "Gonna need your strength tomorrow."

"Oh?" she asked, already half dressed behind the small partition in his room. "Why's that?"

His quiet chuckle was enough to make her blush once more, the suggestive sound giving her an idea of what he was imagining. As she snuck back between his arms, she felt him press his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. The gesture was so tender, so unconsciously intimate, that it made her heart ache. They had time, she realized. Time to learn each other, to grow together, to build something neither of them had expected but both now found they couldn't live without.

Three weeks in the Eleventh Division. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.

——

The darkness still filled the room when Nina stirred, her body accustomed to early rising from years of noble household routine. As she moved to sit up, a grumbling voice stopped her.

"At least rise with the sun, woman," Kenpachi muttered into his pillow. "Too dark to be reasonable."

Nina couldn't help but laugh softly, leaning over his reclining form. "Where might I bathe?"

"Huh?" His uncovered eye cracked open, focusing on her hovering figure. "Your robe is open," he pointed out bluntly.

Nina stumbled backward with a gasp, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, face burning. Kenpachi scoffed at her reaction, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Ain't nothing to be ashamed of," he said, then seemed to consider something. "There's really only a men's bath here."

"Where does Yachiru bathe?"

"With me."

"Oh." The simple answer carried more weight than she expected, speaking volumes about their father-daughter relationship.

He gestured to a door. "So use mine, alright? Try not to make too much noise."

Her smile was fond as she gathered her things. "Promise."

The bath was simple but clean, steaming water filling the air with warmth. Nina sank into it gratefully, letting her muscles relax as she reflected on the whirlwind of the previous day. Her finger traced the simple gold band on her hand—a matching one had been given to Kenpachi, though she suspected it would spend more time in a drawer than on his hand, given his fighting style.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by the sliding of the door. Nina instinctively curled deeper into the water as Kenpachi entered, though she noticed he deliberately kept his gaze averted.

"Sorry," she mumbled, trying to figure out how to exit without being seen. "I'll just…"

Before she could finish, Kenpachi had slipped into the water behind her, pulling her back against his chest, his own robe discarded in a head on the floor. She couldn't quite suppress her surprised squeak, but found herself relaxing despite her embarrassment. His warmth seemed to seep into her very bones, more comforting than the hot water itself.

"Don't need to move," he rumbled. "Just gonna clean up."

"I can get out though if you need to…"

"My wife, ain't ya?" His voice was gruff but gentle. "I'm gonna see ya eventually. Don't gotta be shy."

"Sorry, it's just...", she trailed off.

"Don't worry about it," he interrupted, his chin resting on top of her head. "Not lookin' anyway." She could hear the smirk in his voice as he added, "Not yet."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the steam rising around them like a protective veil. Nina found herself studying their reflection in the water—his massive frame somehow curled protectively around her smaller one, their gold rings catching the early morning light.

"This is nice," she whispered, surprising herself with the admission.

His grunt of agreement vibrated through her back. "Yeah. Could get used to this."

It wasn't poetry or flowery declarations of love, but Nina was beginning to understand that with Kenpachi, actions spoke louder than words. The gentle way he held her, the respect he showed for her comfort, the simple acceptance of their new intimacy—it all said more than fancy words ever could.

“And Yachiru?”

“‘M lettin’ her sleep in.”

She hummed in response deciding to check on the girl after she got out.

——

The sun was just beginning to peek through the high windows, painting the steam gold and rose. A new day was dawning, both literally and figuratively, and Nina found herself looking forward to whatever it might bring.

The morning stretched before Nina like uncharted territory. Kenpachi had duties to attend to: paperwork he'd been neglecting, training sessions to oversee, the usual responsibilities of a captain. Which left her...well, somewhat at loose ends.

She wandered the division's grounds, drawing quick bows and hasty greetings from the men who scrambled to get out of her way. Their respect was evident, but it created a barrier she hadn't expected. Back at her uncle's estate, at least the staff would chat with her occasionally.

The loneliness was starting to creep in when she heard animated voices around a corner.

"But beauty is essential in combat! The way you move, the grace of your strike—"

"Shut up about beauty already! A good fight is about power!"

She turned the corner to find Yumichika and Ikkaku engaged in a debate. They noticed her immediately, falling into awkward bows.

"Lady Okamimori!" Yumichika straightened first, flipping his hair. "Or should I say Lady Zaraki now? Such a beautiful morning for a walk."

"Yeah," Ikkaku scratched his head, "didn't expect to see you out here. Everything okay?"

Nina smiled, relieved at their friendly faces. She remembered they were seated officers and bowed her head politely. "Please, just Nina is fine. And I'm just...exploring."

"Exploring?" Ikkaku's face lit up. "Hey, want to see where we keep the good sake hidden? Not that fancy shit from yesterday's ceremony."

"Ikkaku!" Yumichika scolded. "You can't just offer the captain's wife contraband sake!"

"Why not? She's division family now, ain't she?"

Their bickering was so natural, so free of the strained politeness she'd been encountering, that Nina couldn't help but laugh. Soon she found herself being given an unofficial tour of the division, complete with colorful commentary from both men.

"And that's where the captain’s having your garden built," Yumichika pointed out proudly.

"You should have seen the training ground it used to be. Man, the destruction we caused here," Ikkaku sighed.

"How did you end up marrying the captain anyway?" He asked suddenly. "Not that he's not great! Just...you're so..."

"Proper?" Nina supplied with a smile.

"I was gonna say nice," Ikkaku admitted.

Before she could answer, the call for lunch came. Her new friends—she hoped she could say that—insisted on escorting her to the mess hall, where Kenpachi's commanding voice cut through the noise.

"Oi! Over here!"

Nina made her way to his table, settling beside him. Without thinking, she began serving his food, arranging his plate and pouring his drink just as she'd been taught a proper wife should do.

"What're ya doin'?" His gruff voice made her pause.

She blinked up at him, confused. "Serving you?"

"Tch. Woman, I have hands." Despite his words, his tone was gentle.

"But...I'm your wife. That's what we do."

His large hand landed on her head, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Just worry about yourself. I don't need pamperin'. Just you sittin' here is enough."

Before Nina could process this departure from everything she'd been taught about being a wife, Yachiru launched herself into her lap.

"Nina! Nina! Guess what? I found a nasty bug in the training grounds and it was all big and green and—"

As Yachiru chattered away, Nina caught Kenpachi watching them, his visible eye soft despite his usual fierce expression. Every so often, he'd glance at her between bites of food, something protective and possessive in his gaze.

"Captain," Ikkaku called from nearby, "we still training this afternoon?"

"Yeah," Kenpachi answered, then looked at Nina. "Wanna watch?"

The invitation surprised her, but she nodded eagerly. "I'd like that."

"Good." His hand found hers under the table, rough calluses against her smooth skin. "Bout time you saw what your husband can really do."

"Kenny’s the strongest!" Yachiru declared proudly from Nina's lap. "But he won't hurt anyone too bad 'cause Nina's watching, right?"

Kenpachi's grunt might have been agreement or protest, but the gentle squeeze he gave Nina's hand told her everything she needed to know. She was finding her place here, bit by bit, breaking free of rigid traditions and discovering new ones. And somehow, watching her fearsome husband try to eat one-handed because he wouldn't let go of her fingers, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

[brittscafe]

can i get headcannons for lieutenants in drunk kareoke? i wanna know who’s getting 100 scores on songs and who’s hitting those high notes while drunk!!

lmaooooo I think this is sooo funny!!

Renji: He thinks he's singing really good and is bascially Celine Dion, but he's quite the opposite. Everyone has to cover their ears when he starts to sing because he's not really singing, he's just screaming in a hitch pitch voice that tends to break a lot.

Shuhei: Is actually really good at karaoke and is definitely scoring a 100 on any song. Especially song by Whitney Houston, he hits all the high notes.

Izuru: Ehhh, I think he's somewhere in the middle. If he's really feeling his emo self, then yes, but expect some emo songs then and maybe hardcore metal. Probably tries to do a crowd dive once the song is over and ends up on the floor, groaning in agony.

Ikkaku: Honestly, he's not that bad. He refuses to do karaoke until he's got the whole bar cheering for him and Yumichika included. He's acting annoyed the whole time; rolling his eyes and not really trying until he really gets into the song.

Rangiku: Is a laughing mess the whole time she's singing so she's barely forming words and it's just laughter. I think that she def interacts with the crowd though as the song is playing in the background.

Isane: I think it'll take a lot to get her up on the stage and her voice really isn't that good, but everyone cheers her on. Like she knows that she can't really sing, but having her friends encourage her makes her have fun at least.

Marechiyo: 10 out of 10, def hitting that score of 100. Has a deep alto voice, but he's never sung in front of anyone. Everyone is just mesmerized by his voice the whole time and their jaws are hitting the floor.

Yachiru: lol, this is so funny to even think about. I think that Kenpachi has to be there when she goes, but he doesn't allow her to drink, if she's of age. (I have no idea how old she is lol sorry) but Kenny puts her on top of his shoulders and they have a duet.

Momo: I like to think that Momo has the voice of an angel and she's just reallyyyy shy. She can hit the score of 100, but she needs her ego to be boosted and she's super shy at first. If y'all have ever seen Victorious, where Tori takes over Trina's spot in the first episode and she's really shy about singing at first, but then she becomes confident; that's Momo.

[yumichikasballsak]

UP FIRST: Yumichika and Ikkaku spicy headcanons 🌶️ 💜

Nsfw below!! MINORS DNI

Ikkaku Madarame

- I see him loving quickies, especially where he is positioned behind you

- This man does not really care for fine detail. He loves a nice ass and some good thighs, but doesn’t pay that much attention to the finer details.

- His favorite body part on a partner is DEFINITELY the ass. I think that everybody will agree on this.

- Although being rough, Ikkaku probably is really fond of giving you some soft head. Starting with just kitten licks, to warm you up.

- Ikkaku’s fucking style is obviously rough, that man will pound into you endlessly. He can go multiple rounds, probs a maximum of 5x

- Yes, Ikkaku is rough, but he probably does not like any hardcore choking or brining much harm to his partner. But SPANKING. That is probably his favorite thing. To call it a kink might be a bit extreme, but lets just say that he loves spanking his partner on the behind or thighs.

- Maybe a very specific thing Ikkaku likes is doing some hot stuff in the shower, after massaging your whole body with soap. He just cant help himself after that anymore

Yumichika Ayasegawa

- He wants a good passionate fucking or none at all. There is no such thing as a quickie with Yumi. He wants to take his time with a partner, and of course for the partner to take their time with him.

- Yumichika has eye for detail, everybody knows this. He loves how the dimples on your back look, or how your waist transitions into your hips.

- I get strong feeling that Yumichika’s favorite body part on his partner is their waist. He therefore will always want to touch it when being intimate.

- When I say that Yumi is the biggest tease, I mean it. He wants his partner ready. Of course, he then also expects this in return…

- Because his fucking style is pretty soft and delicate, one session probably takes ages. So he won’t be able to do many rounds. 2 MAX

- Anything with body worshipping and praise is definitely a kink of Yumichika, I mean he thinks he’s the most handsome man of Soul Society so would you expect otherwise?

- I can reallyyyy see Yumichika being fond of massages. Especially with giving them, full body massages of course, to appreciate his partner’s every nook and fold on their body.

- also… CANDLE WAX!! But it has to be the perfect scent tho, he will spend ages looking for the perfect wax with the perfect texture and scent.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

【ＢＬＥＡＣＨ】

𝚂𝙾��𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂

Ichigo Kurosaki ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kenpachi Zaraki

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Renji Abarai

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒜𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒾 𝑅𝑒𝓃𝒿𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Monster/Human Romance - Mermaid!Reader] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Byakuya Kuchiki

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Shunsui Kyouraku ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Juushiro Ukitake ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Toshiro Hitsugaya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Ikkaku Madarame ¹

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Yumichika Ayasegawa ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳𝚂

Shinji Hirako

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂

Coyote Starrk

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Szayelaporro Granz

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Isshin Kurosaki

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kisuke Urahara

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Uryuu Ishida

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Keigo Asano ²

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[obsessedwhim]

Weird One

Ichigo stormed his way through the Soul Society with a goal set in his eyes, glancing down each side of the street he moved in the right direction with a nod of his head. Ikkaku and Yumichika passed with a wave but the pair only received a curt reply in turn, the ginger to focused to realise this political move of slander. The squad members glanced at each other before throwing themselves over the shoulders of their friend.

"Oh hello there, Ichigo" The baldie grinned with an arm around the stiffening Kurosaki who soon cocked a brow in confusion while Yumichika leaned against his shoulder "So sorry, we didn't see you pass us and we thought we'd apologise"

"But.. I said hello" The squashed Reaper croaked as they began pulling him along, away from his desired route. Glancing between the two Ichigo knew Ikkaku was only seconds away from asking his favourite question.

Any moment now, the third seat would release his Zanpakuto and demand that Ichigo become his latest sparing partner but then a window opened, grabbing the male's attention quickly while the two bickered between themselves on what to do as a group.

Two bamboo panels swung open, and a pair of hands retracted from their finished task to slap together in satisfaction "Ahhh, much better" you hummed, it was far too nice of a day to work with closed windows you thought, turning back into the dark office you moved towards another closed window "Honestly Third Seat Yasochika, how do you work in such darkness" you asked a man sitting at his desk with many, probably important papers scattered across the counter's face, his glass covered stare raised to meet your eyes. Holding the man's strange gaze for a moment before he spoke with a finger twitching his glasses frame "I prefer working in the dark" he mentioned simply before diving back into the writing but you could only sigh at his answer "Well, today I'm bringing the light!" you cheered, opening another shadow bringer with a smile- hiding a short chuckle behind your hand as the Third Seat groaned at more rays of bright sun.

Ichigo could hear you nearby but didn't know what to do, with Ikkaku and Yumichika basically biofouling his shoulders, there would be no way to steal a moment alone with you if these two weirdos were around.

How was he going to ask you to out to lunch now?

Though it seemed Yumikicha's observational skills had already read the nonexistent room, the infamous Fifth Seat coiled a smirk before smacking a hand on the Substitute's shoulder with a proud aura "Ichigo you little scoundrel!" he giggled as the Ichigo in question began growing a bright red at the wordless accusation, Ikkaku interrupting the explosion of embarrassment crudely "Scoundrel? Well I wouldn't say he isn't a scoundrel..." he shrugged without much thought but with one nudge from his companion and a leading stare, Third Seat Madarame soon spotted a Squad Four member who happily chatted to a higher ranked officer "What? What's going on, why am I staring at this weakling?" Ikkaku questioned, his squad member groaned with fingers rubbing his temple "Idiot, they're not just a weakling now they're..." Yumichika sighed dramatically as he held a hand out to a frozen fruit "The current interest of this one"

"HAH?!" Ikkaku screeched, snapping Ichigo from his strained stature the substitute waved a hand at the two "Wow, it was so good to see you two but I.. have somewhere to be..!" the ginger flash stepped away without a second thought, well- there were maybe a few but he couldn't stay there a minuet longer! What if they tried something, what if they tried to help?? It would've been a D I S A S T E R!

Good thing he got out of there before something seriously cringe inducing happened, yep. A very good thing he left.

"Sooo, tell me about yourself" Yumichika leaned into your office with a pretty smile, which you found very strange "Me? Now why on earth would a Squad Eleven member want to know about me?" You flickered through a clipboard of notes, notes which need to be sent to Lieutenant Kotetsu.

"Well, let's say I know a.. interested party and I would... oh let's say, like... to help" he picked his words slowly to gain your interest, of course, the idea of a possible crush would be too much for anyone to pass up!

"Oh really? Be sure to tell them to send in a request form for a date since I'm busy" You read the first few lines as you passed the Yumichika-filled window and left through the door, where Ikkaku stood waiting for you with an impossible glare, staring down upon you like a God seeing imperfection for the very first time. His Hōzukimaru slanted over angled shoulders with his hands resting from the bamboo spear making him appear wider than usual, the red-eyed Seated officer leaned closer with a thoughtful hum "Really? You? Hmmmm..." Ikkaku then leaned back with a glance at Yukichika who appeared behind him "I don't get it, what's the appeal?"

"I'm at a loss myself really" the feathered beauty sighed as you glanced between them "Okaaaay, I'm... leaving now" you mentioned stiffly as you passed by the pair who still watched you with every step.

"They're cute... I guess" Yumichika offered but Ikkaku wasn't convinced "They must be incredibly powerful" he was certain about his answer but Yumichika could only counter with another loose breath "I don't think we'll ever understand that Ichigo Kurosaki"

Ikkaku nodded as they both sauntered into the sunset "He's definitely a weird one"

[its-ashehausen]

In honor of pride month here's my favorite lgbt ships from bleach

[gelatomesomeironqrow]

New Bleach trailer just dropped and like... of course the only scene of Yumichika and Ikkaku is them together.

I just want to point out that Yumichika doesn't seem to care about being perceived as pretty at all times anymore because he is more comfortable with himself and with others knowing his true self.

Your honor, they are married.

[every-yumichika]