Guess who just got back from the VS store?
Happy Valentine ;)
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*repost *re-edited *coloured (tnx FOTORUS!)I’d try to colour the ‘Ichiruki’ (using the same app) but .. yeeeshh.. Instead I just edited it by adding the frame (looks like some kind of perv -me 🙋- just wiped out the window and ‘woahh!!! Ok.. Lucky Ichi!’ 😁)
And sorry I didn’t usually draw this 👀👀👀 sort of things but, it’s valentine! Please tolerate the T-ratedness 😉
You were My Sweetest Downfall (I loved you first)
Ichiruki. Angst.
Special thanks to @sequencefairy for being my beta <3
Summary: AU where Ichigo and Rukia are sent on a mission in Hueco Mundo, things go wrong: their garganta won’t open; they’re outnumbered.
Weekly fic prompt for @deathberryprompts - ‘Dawn.’
640 words.
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“Fuck.”
He hisses as they slide out of shunpō and he slams into the cold ground beneath.
She watches him buckle, and spit gore over the stark white underbelly of Hueco Mundo, adrenaline turning her nimble as she slides over, feeling him land with a thud.
“I know,” she says, suddenly at his side, tearing Zangetsu’s binding and securing it firmly around his waist with a groan from him and steely eyes from her. Her reiatsu trembles over his skin.
“That was c-cold. That was — close.” He pants, the ice in his veins thundering through to his teeth.
“I know,” she says again, and rubs his palms, breathing hot air into the numbing spaces of skin. The light from above infiltrates his vision and blends her silhouette into something stark and dancing, so he grips her wrist.
“Ichigo,” she says, with a tight grip back.
“Y-yeah…”
“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to get you so much in the radius. I told you to move.”
“I-I know, I know, but your left side was open-”
“I can handle it.”
He pleads, fingers slipping with blood, and sweat, gliding his eyes up to meet hers. “Not this time. The damn thing was fast, Rukia—” He hisses again, and steals a breath through his teeth as more blood bubbles past their first-aid. It stains the white hilt of Shirayuki, laid beside him, as Rukia presses her palms into his skin.
For a minute, his heavy breaths mingle with hers.
“Okay,” she says, tinged with panic. “I need you to wait here. I need you to hold on, Ichigo.”
“What?” he snarls, losing a little more blood with the outrage.
As he refocuses, and props himself up on unsteady palms, he is suddenly hit with how outnumbered they are. He had thought, before, that the fires kindling at the back of his mind had been shinigami (perhaps with delusion), but now, their presence sings Hollow.
“Oh,” he breathes, marking her skin with copper.
She fixes him with a look, one laden with a please, and the sea, and the day he had let her go the first time. All rain-locked, and absolutely unavoidable. So unfair. It was so unfair.
“No,” he says, and scares himself with how tightly it breaks the air.
“Yes,” she retaliates, and scoops up Shirayuki, and its sheath, and his heart along with it.
“Rukia,” he whispers, one last time, reaching to grip the base of her Shihakushō as she turns from him, frustration boiling over into a broken sob of:
“Wait.”
And god, for all the warning cries in her heart, she does. She does. And she leans back down, and presses a fierce kiss to his lips, and it tastes of metal and salt and desperation.
And now turns into a minute, and then two, and - now… it’s just them, and the haunting presence of death over their heads.
“Stay alive until dawn,” he pleads - begs - through slippery lips and grisly palms and matted hair.
“Dawn-” she chokes on a laugh, and a smile, and anger all at once.
“You idiot,” she sighs, slipping her grip to his jaw.
(She forgets to tell him that down here it’s just darkness and bleak skies and a moon - that it is as improbable as their survival that something alike would exist… Or maybe, she doesn’t forget at all).
Rukia draws herself upwards with a huge breath, “Dawn.”
Ichigo watches her leave, numb; helpless, and choking on emotions that won’t even pass his lips- and he thinks, not for the first time, I’ll come save you, I will, I will, I will-
If he concentrates hard enough, he envisions her turning into light.
If he really tries, he can see the senkaimon opening on the horizon.
And if he doesn’t try at all, he slips away into a formless darkness.
Ichigo: THE FU-?!, WHAT IS THAT HIDEOUS MONSTROSITY DOING IN OUR BED????
Rukia: Fool, It’s a present from Nii-sama for my pregnancy. Besides, I don’t want you to come near it, you smelled too much like a ‘substitute’, chappy might get jealous..
Ichigo: Che, Sorry I’m not authentically ‘dead’ yet!
☀🌛☀🌛☀🌛☀🌛☀🌛☀So when the Kubs says “I intended Ichigo’s and Rukia’s children to meet in the end, since the beginning of Bleach” and me be like “yeah in her womb, when he.. ‘Queue The Weeknd’s-i feel it coming’ came” 😁
IchiRuki cosplay wedding photoshoot
Photos by Kaiser Pureza#IchiRukiLove
Dedicated to all IchiRuki fans. And Bleach fans alsoHappy Valentine’s Day
Rival fandom: your OTP IS NOT ROMANTIC! ITS JUST PLATONIC!
Also rival fandom: *steals official art, covers, posters of their NOTP and photoshops their OTP* look how romantic that is!!
Me: the denial is real here.
