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brittscafe · 8 months

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I love your page so much! Could I request SFW and NSFW headcannons for being in a relationship with Renji?

Hi! I'm doing well and thank you! I've been wanting to do headcanons for Renji for a while, so here you go <3

SFW:

I feel like Renji would be the best boyfriend ever.

Like, this man would give you the best back and foot massages to ever exist.

His kisses are heavenly.

His lips are soft, but they leave a lasting impact on your body, making you tingle.

Don't even get me started on his cuddles.

You feel the safest in his arms when he's holding you securely and bringing warmth to your heart.

Renji praises the ground that you walk on.

Insecure? No, never. Renji reassures you so much and showers you in compliments.

He'll go on and on about how your heart is good and you have such a kind soul.

Let's you play with his hair, brush it, and even lets you do his signature ponytail.

Renji will wear the ponytail around the soul society with the proudest grin on his face, screaming to the world that his partner did his hair.

He loves to train with you after seeing how badly you want to improve and hone your skills.

Renji really motivates you.

"Hey, if you do this, we can get dinner and cuddle afterwards."

He basically bribes you, but it works every single time.

Renji is so proud of you and he'll say it a million times.

The days when you're both tired, you climb into Renji's arms and lay on top of him, both of you hugging each other.

Forehead kisses are Renji's things.

Before missions, he'll cup your cheeks and pull your face towards his, planting a kiss on your forehead.

When you're walking around the busy soul society, you'll grab onto one of Renji's fingers with your hand.

It leaves Renji breathless and he stares at you in shock when you do it the first time.

He lets out a nervous chuckle and carries on, acting like you didn't just make his bones rattle.

On the days when Renji is tired, injured, or just really exhausted, he loves when you give him hugs from behind.

You'll wrap your arms around his torso from behind and rest your head on his back.

Renji leans his head back, letting his muscles relax and he feels at peace.

NSFW:

Lowkey...Renji's a god at sex.

Renji doesn't really go gentle or rough, but he goes at his own pace in the middle. He will go either if you ask though.

He's super big on consent, always asking before touching you.

BACK MUSCLES.

If you dig your nails into his back as he thrusting inside of you, Renji's eyes literally roll back into his head.

It just makes him feel so good.

He'll let his hair down when he's having sex with you, knowing that it turns you on.

Seeing the strands of his crimson red hair fall down into his face as he's above you, pleasuring you,

AGAIN BACK MUSCLES BECAUSE I KNOW THIS MAN HAS KILLER ONES.

Renji loves to hear your moans and gasps of pleasure, but he's a quiet man.

Lots of panting and maybe a few grunts/groans from him. He's focused on your pleasure and the way you're making him feel.

Shower sex is a special time.

Sometimes, he'll walk into the shower, grab your jaw and presses his lips against yours.

He'll pin you against the cold wall, his arm hanging above your head.

This only happens after a long mission where the two of you are separated or when Renji's really needy for you.

He's not much of a tease because he knows that you're needy and he is too.

Renji loves when you run your hands all over his muscles, just feeling him up.

He gives like his life is on the line.

He could spend hours with his face buried in between your legs, sometimes he does, overstimulating you.

If you tug on Renji's hair, it's over for him.

Renji complains all the time about how he never wants you on top because he's a gentleman.

Well, Renji eats his words, that is for sure.

You've got this man rolling his eyes back into his head, begging and moaning for you.

He clings onto you, face turning bright red as you tease him for it.

"Shut up," he stutters out, burying his face into the crook of your neck, trying to hide himself.

You laugh at him for it and tell him it's nothing to be embarrassed of.

You boost about how you like making him feel good.

Aftercare is very important for Renji.

You'll either take a hot shower afterwards or you'll lay in bed, cleaning each other up with lingering touches, laughter, and sweet words.

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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i’m gonna try out my luck for the renji bday thing😭

- renji being a mediator between rukia and ichika(idk why i feel like rukia and ichika would get into rly dumb arguments and just fight like they’re the same age)

- renji and ichika get a tattoo

- jealous rukia(of course)

- anything that takes place in inuzuri, i loved your ‘dumb teens stealing kisses’ snippet so much 😭

- more of the tattoo artist renji falls for a client AU

I hope you’ll forgive me for cheating a bit, but when I saw this, I said, “what if I just gave you more of the dumb teens stealing kisses” fic? because honestly, it’s just sitting here.

For people who don’t obsessively follow my incoherent ramblings about my own WIPs, this is an excerpt for i can’t believe i found you in that town, a story that takes place during Renji and Rukia’s last year in Inuzuri. Two out of their three friends have passed away, their powers are growing steadily stronger, and they are starting to face the fact that they aren’t children anymore. I have two more parts of Heart is a Muscle to get through first, so I never work on it, but it is very close to my heart.

PS: This is not going on ao3 at this time, because I really do intend to finish it eventually, so consider this a Tumblr exclusive.

❄ ❄ ❄

In a strange confluence, all three of them have found gainful employment at the same time.

Renji is guarding crates. He does not ask what is in the crates. He does not want to know what is in the crates. He stands next to the crates and his size deters most people. Occasionally, he is called upon to punch someone in the face. It’s good work.

Fujimaru got him this gig, actually. Mameji was good with numbers and he taught Fujimaru a lot, and now Fujimaru has a gig keeping the books for the guys who own the crates. That seems like pretty good work to Renji, too. Fujimaru says he wishes it involved more punching people. Renji wishes his job involved punching fewer people. Everyone’s got complaints.

Rukia has found work in a shop. This is charming and hilarious to both boys. It’s a pawn shop that paradoxically seems to buy about three times as much junk as it sells. It’s obvious that the only reason the owner hired Rukia is because the clientele likes to come in and look at her, but the fact is, she’s an amazing bargainer, and she’s making him a ton of change.

Renji stops in one late afternoon when his own shift is over, and watches her sell a man a knife that looks like it will break if he looks at it funny. She offers to throw in a shitty ball of twine and the man agrees to pay what is easily four times what the knife is worth, and leaves smiling. Amazing.

The shop owner eyes Renji warily. Renji never starts trouble, and he’s even stopped it once or twice, but at the same time, his presence is cramping the appeal of the pretty shopgirl.

“I’m off,” Rukia tells her boss.

“See y’tomorrow,” the seedy man grumbles.

“You don’t get paid every day?” Renji asks Rukia loudly. “I get paid at the end of every shift.”

“She gets paid at the end of the week,” the shopkeeper grouses.

Renji flexes one arm experimentally, admiring his own bicep. “It’s nice getting paid every day. Makes you want to come back the next day, y’know.”

“She comes back every day so she can get paid at the end of the week.”

Rukia’s eyes dart between them.

“Ah, you must be a great boss, very trustworthy,” Renji comments, stretching his back. “Although gettin’ paid every day is a nice way to show trust, too. Hey, Ru, you wanna stop at Takahashi’s on the way home? I heard they got in some dried mackerel and I,” he winks at Rukia’s boss, “got paid today.”

“Pfft,” Rukia huffs, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders. “I’m sure it’s a scam. We need rice, though, and more water.”

“Hey, girl,” Rukia’s boss spits out. “You had a good shift! Here’s your pay for today, as a reward for doing so well. Come back tomorrow, okay?”

“Of course,” Rukia agrees, taking the coins with a sly smile.

As they head out of town, she jabs him in the ribs with her elbows. “You’re so obvious.”

“Got you paid, didn’t I?”

“You did, thank you. He hates you, you know.”

Renji sighs dramatically. “How can I live with myself?”

Rukia snorts. “He’s gross, I hate him. I hate that whole job. Smiling at people. Acting kind to horrible people. It’s so fake. I don’t know why you like working so much, I’d rather just steal.”

“I’ve seen you working, what you do is not much different from stealing.” Renji rubs his hands together. It’s getting cold, especially with the sun setting. “I appreciate the effort, though. I mean, we do. Me and Fujimaru. I like this. Having money, that is. It’s nice.”

Rukia regards him out of the corner of her eye.

“Do you? Do you appreciate it?”

Renji frowns. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you don’t like it.”

Rukia stops walking and turns to him. “C’mere.” She gestures toward herself and makes the pointing motion she does when she wants him to bend down to her level. Even though this results in a cuff to the back of his head more often than not, Renji obeys. “If you really appreciate it, I think you should do something nice for me.”

Renji should know by now to be wary of such an ominous statement, but he falls for it anyway. “Sure. Name it.”

“I want to kiss you again.”

Renji tugs at his ponytail. “Again? Really?”

It was probably six years between the first and second time she had wanted to kiss him, but the second time had only been a few months ago, last spring, after he broke his arm saving her from a large, angry man she had attempted to pickpocket.

“You said you were open to the idea,” Rukia scowled.

“I...did,” Renji stammered. To be fair, he had been in immense pain at the time and probably would have agreed to just about anything. He could have used that as an excuse. It seemed like Rukia was thinking the same, he could tell she was already getting herself wound up to be hurt at his rejection. That stung a little, the idea that she expected so little of him. “No problem. Anything for you. Go for it.” He bent his knees a little deeper and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact.

“You gotta relax a little, man, it’s not a punch in the nards,” Rukia scolded, grabbing ahold of his ears and laying one on him.

Renji didn’t fantasize about kissing girls. He liked girls well enough, but he liked guys more. There was one exception to that rule, and that was Rukia. He liked her more than anyone. It wasn’t right to fantasize about Rukia, though, in his opinion, because he lived with her and it wasn’t respectful and also… also, if he spent too much time thinking about things like kissing her, he might want to do it. So, he avoided the slippery slope of girls in general, and restricted his spicy kissing fantasies to the lean, knife-eyed Rukongai punks that hung out on street corners and had really sexy ways of saying “heeeeeey.” Renji was perpetually working on his “heeeeeeys.”

But Rukia was kissing him now, and it seemed equally disrespectful to pretend she wasn’t. Her lips were soft against his, and curious. Her fingers relaxed their painful grip on his ears and snuck around to rest on the back of his neck. She must have been keeping her hands in her sleeves, because they were warm, and they felt so good and this was good, this was so, so good and it occurred to Renji that maybe he was meant to kiss her back, she had never mentioned anything about--

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Abarai?” Rukia was saying.

It was over.

Renji blew air out his cheeks. “Naw, it was fine. Ah, did you, uh… was it everything you hoped and dreamed?”

“It was okay,” she shrugged, but her eyes twinkled. She started walking again and Renji had to do a little skip and a jump to catch up. “Fujimaru’s probably home already. How come he didn’t come with you to pick me up?”

“Oh, there were extra crates today, so he’s working late. But we can have the rice ready and surprise him!”

“Mm, yes, that sounds nice,” Rukia agreed. She hummed a little as she walked. “Hey, Renji?”

“Yeah?”

“Back at the shop-- did you call me Ru? What was that?”

Renji made a face. “I dunno. I thought it was cute.” You’re cute, his brain added, and suddenly, he couldn’t unsee it. She was unbearably cute, wrapped up in her shawl, that little piece of hair hanging between her eyes, those beautiful eyes. “If you don’t like it, I’ll--”

“You’ve known me for nine years and you decide, just now, to give me a nickname?”

He shrugged. “Things can change, right? Even out here in the ass end of Rukongai?”

She regarded him for a moment. “It is cute. I will allow it, but only from you, and don’t do it around gross people like my greasy boss.”

“Yeah, no prob,” he agreed, squeezing his hands under his armpits. He had a bad feeling that they were in for a brutal winter this year.

“Hey!” Rukia said, and he realized she was holding out his hand to him. Gingerly, he took it, hoping she wouldn’t mind his own cold fingers. She didn’t seem to.

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #i was strongly tempted to do another chapter of the tattoo artist au on top of this #except that the next chapter doesn't even have renji in it #it has rukia and orihime TALKING ABOUT renji if that counts for anything #and then i ran out of time #i know i have posted an excerpt of this excerpt before i am sorry i just love it TOO MUCH

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blue-scorpion-king · 6 years

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Wario & Waluigi gets in the sight of 5... Purge Troopers of BLU?!

@world-of-the-munatar:

“Were you expecting an ask? Too bad! Waluigi ti-WAAAH!” “Get outta here!” Suddenly, Wario elbow smashes Waluigi out of the way and poses in front of the camera. “It’s-a Wario time!”

BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dISuBAGxw4w

Outside, in the elements, in an park of Germany, Five pairs of eyes see the duo of mainly purple duo, in overalls and having ‘villain’ looking mustaches, which are both unnaturally, ‘cartoony’ sharp looking also, in an distance of only 2 meters, while the group of three girls and two guys sit on an long bench fit for their size.

“What are on earth are they on about?“ An pale blue haired human girl, with a tuft of hair tied up on both sides of her forehead, under her desert-colored hijab, asks to her comrades, including an black haired male Zabrak (Darth Maul’s race), facial tattoos in the form of streaks of blue going downwards on his face, and head, completely pale white skin, scarlet red eyes, wearing light blue hairpins, which form the Roman numeral of 18, that being XVIII, keeping back his bangs, no eyebrows, & a series of vestigial horns that crowned his head, sticking out of his hair, tilting his head at the sight, sitting next to her left.

“They seem to be looking at us and one of them posing to an some invisible ‘camera’ or something. Are they… implying something with their glares?” An orange haired, orange eye having human woman asks more on this current matter, while an female Holve with very long, wavy dark blue hair, very long elf-like ears, and wearing circular glasses, looks on at Wario and Waluigi. “Maybe cosplay too?”

“Maybe they implying an challenge, Tsumugi & Petra.” An Kim Type Japanese Macque monkey Anthro, with long, spiky, red colored head fur, that is kept in an high ponytail, adds another simple guess to the discussion between him and his ‘Purge’ comrades.

The Zabrak just went ‘Ha!’ out loud, puts on his white trench coat, with an high back collar, keep it open, with hidden Gerber Mark II fighting knives riddling the inside of the coat, grabs an pole, that was leaning on the fence at an angle, with both hands, with something on top, and gets up from the bench.

“Come on. Let’s meet their puffing out their chests with just our main melee ‘objects’. They might, or might not hold their bluff.”

An sigh from the Macaque. “If you say so, Corporal Suzuya.”

The four others get up from their spots on the long bench, leaving cases besides the sides of the bench, to slowly walk towards the provoking duo and put their somewhat Soviet-style, Tetsujin 28-go like full-head helmets on, fitting to each individual, but with differences in general design depending on the Sector the basic general design of their armor is linked with, that gets more detail-centered the more down an Trooper goes, with the openings on the forehead area for the 2 cyclops-like eyes, one eye above the other eye, on each of their foreheads.

“Now, we recite what our duty is, even with investigations being under way to rip out traitors from their roots within our own Roughcut. Speak up to these hooligans. Tell them two who you are.” The steps from these people shook the ground, with the girl with her hijab, Sinon, wrapped around her helmet standing at 18 feet, 3 inches tall, the orange haired human woman, Petra Ral, standing at 20 feet, 6 inches tall, and the rest are around the 21 foot height range, with Corporal Suzuya at 21 feet tall, exact, Tsumugi Shirogane, the dark blue haired Holve, with her glasses over her helmet’s orange visors, at 21 feet, 4 inches tall, making her the tallest out of her comrades, and Renji Abarai, the Macaque Anthro, stands at 21 feet, 2 inches tall.

“We are an Burzum Black Steel Fireteam of the Purge Troopers, the Steel Angels of The Empress of BLU and of Earthkind.” The five Troopers start reciting on what they have recited ever since they have been selected to become one of Her Steel Angels. Sinon, with several parts of her helmet having an white outline, wields an chainhander Greek Xiphos sword and have heat-brass knuckle ‘Impact Hand’ gauntlets, due to her rank as an ‘rookie’.

“We are defenders of BLU & Earthkind, their Steel Angels. We are the Holy Hammer that strikes vile heresy to the root.” Petra, with several parts of her helmet having an olive green outline, two ranks above Sinon, and have heat-brass knuckle ‘Impact Hand’ gauntlets.

“We are the point of Her Blessed Jackhammer Spear of Pure Purging Heat and Her Sister’s Holy Chainhander Sword.” Tsumugi, with several parts of her helmet having an olive green outline also, like Petra, wields an jack-screw Greek Sarissa spear, with an glowing, heated head, and having heat-brass knuckle ‘Impact Hand’ gauntlets.

“Then, I ask of ye. What else are you?”

“We are the mail that covers life under the blessed blanket of BLU. We are the bile-like bane to Her foes and the woes of the heretical, villainous, & traitorous.” Abarai, with several parts of his helmet having an olive green outline, like his 2 previously mentioned comrades before him, wields an Purge-fitted custom ‘teeth’-having and segmented blade called ‘Zabimaru’, having it rest on his right shoulder, while gripping the handle with his right ‘upper’ hand, his left ‘upper’ hand holding an an Purge-fitted kite shield, and having heat-brass knuckle ‘Impact Hand’ gauntlets.

“We… are the end. Amen.”

“Amen.”

The corporal leader of the 5-people team, Juuzou Suzuya finishes up the recitation with his hands together in prayer, with his polearm leaning on his shoulder, before gripping it again, and he, and his comrades, stop walking at an mere 2 feet from Wario & Waluigi. Several parts of his helmet are outlined in simple red, wields an Chainhander war scythe, with both hands, which he had started up already before stopping his walk, has an UNHOLY sound to it, like the other chainhander weapons most of the other team members wields, and is the only one among his team. with piston heat-brass knuckle gauntlets.

Fully encased in their armor, the Burzum Black Steel Fireteam of the Götz von Berlichingen #17 Squad, a part of #05 Hierophant Platoon, which is also a part of the 4th Robond, part of 3rd Passage, of their Roughcut, The Iron 28′ers!

“Now, it is what-a time, mister?” Corporal Suzuya asks Wario, obviously towering him and smirking behind his helmet.

{BGM Overrided: The Anthem of The People of BLU }

#//I drafted the submission without knowing I can't post it. :P So #//-I have transferred all of this text from the submission to an new post.#blue-scorpion-king #world-of-the-munatar #reply #ic #non-rp?#randomness #Bagklock Universe #Muses: The Burzum Black Steel Fireteam of 05 Hierophant Platoon of BLU Purge Troopers #submission #wario & waluigi

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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@iz-stardust is a lovely person and a wonderful artist and I wanted to write her a little present based on this adorable drawing she did. I hope you like it, friend!

Adventures in Babysitting | ao3 | ff.net |

Summary: When Byakuya is stuck on emergency babysitting duty, he gets an assist from Squad 10.

Starring: Toushirou, Rangiku, Byakuya, and one cranky Ichika.

Ships: Friendships as far as the eye can see!!!

Rating: General audiences, can you believe it?!? You should probably brush your teeth afterwards, tho.

❄️ 🐱 🌸 🐰

“Sir! Captain Kuchiki and, er, a guest are here to see you!”

Toushirou looked up the mission report he had been reviewing. In general, it was pretty unlikely for another captain to just drop by, and it seemed doubly unlikely for Byakuya, of all people, to do so. “Matsumoto!” he barked. “You didn’t schedule an appointment with Captain Kuchiki and then forget to tell me about it, did you?”

“Oh, Captain!” Matsumoto pouted. “You know Renji makes all of Captain Kuchiki’s appointments for him, and he would never trust me to remember something like that.”

This was very true.

“See him in!” Toushirou waved at his waiting Seventh Seat. “Try to look busy, Matsumoto!”

“I am busy!” Matsumoto gestured at the catalog in front of her. “We got budget approval for new office chairs, and I’m trying to pick out the best ones. Your hiney is going to thank me.”

“I will thank you to never mention my hiney again, Matsu-- greetings, Captain Kuchiki!”

Byakuya looked… haggard. His face was pale, his eyes shadowed by dark circles. His hair was gathered in a rather sloppy ponytail, rather than falling in it’s usual glossy waterfall. He kept shifting from one foot to the other in a semi-rhythmic fashion. There didn’t seem to be any blood on him, but there was a large, lumpy bundle strapped to his chest, and some sort of duffel slung across his back. Had he just returned from a harrowing mission to Hueco Mundo, perhaps?

“Hello, Captain Hitsugaya,” he said, his voice ragged with exhaustion. “I need to ask an important favor.”

“Are you all right?” Toushirou asked, jumping to his feet. “You look like you need to sit down.”

“No, no, I must remain standing.” Kuchiki excused. “As you know, I was supposed to lead the meeting of the Gotei Transparency Improvement Documentation Standards committee this afternoon, but it seems I will not be able to attend. I was hoping that, as co-chair, you would be able to take my place. I am most apologetic, and I swear, on my honor as a Kuchiki, that I will make it up to you.” An angry squall erupted from the cloth wrapped around his chest, and Kuchiki’s hand immediately moved to pat it reassuringly.

“Do you have Ichika?!” Matsumoto squealed, her eyes filling with glittering hearts and stars.

“Er, yes,” Kuchiki mumbled. “It is very unusual, of course, for Renji and Rukia to be called away together, but Kurosaki Ichigo specifically requested their assistance, and obviously, all of Soul Society owes him a great debt, so...” He trailed off in a most un-Byakuya-like fashion.

“Of course I can handle the meeting,” Toushirou reassured briskly, although he had to raise his voice to be heard over the crying, which was steadily increasing in volume. “Do you need… help… with the other matter?”

Kuchiki made a troubled face. “I had thought that my staff at the manor would be able to assist, but Ichika seemed extremely agitated to be left in their care. Strangely enough, being attached to my person is the only thing that seems to placate her. Even so, she becomes angry if I sit down or stop this infernal swaying motion.”

“Well, of course!” Matsumoto scolded. “She doesn’t know those people! You’re her special uncle! But she’s probably bored from being in that thing. Take her out and let her have a little playtime with Auntie Rangiku!”

Byakuya’s face went stiff, and his eyes narrowed judgmentally. For a moment, Toushirou feared that Byakuya was going to take issue with the non-biological nature of Rangiku’s aunthood, although he knew for a fact that Abarai and Kuchiki subscribed to the Rukongai idea of “the more aunties the better.” He, himself, had respectfully turned down a similar honorarium, although he had been secretly touched by the offer. (Momo still insisted on referring to him as ‘Uncle Shirou’ in the baby’s presence. He found that much less touching).

Rangiku, for her part, was regarding Byakuya with a look, just daring him to try it.

People, namely Rukia, kept insisting that Byakuya considered Toushirou to be his friend, but Toushirou had his doubts. Sure, they played shogi regularly, and Toushirou seemed to be the only person outside of Renji and Rukia that Byakuya ever texted, but it’s not like Toushirou really knew the guy. And yet, as he watched Byakuya’s face, he realized, like a bolt of thunder, that he recognized an emotion. He was suddenly certain, down to the marrow of his bones, that Rukia had given her brother a stern talking to on this very topic.

A few moments of obvious internal struggle went by, and then Byakuya blew a small puff of air out of his nose, and began extracting the baby from her wrappings. “I wish you luck,” he declared grimly.

Rangiku hopped up from her desk and danced over to Byakuya’s side. As the cool air hit Ichika’s face, her crying slowed, and she began to look around.

“Hello, baby!” Matsumoto trilled. Toushirou could tell she was dying to snatch the baby from Byakuya’s arms, but was holding herself back until Ichika was ready.

Ichika looked up into Byakuya’s face, her violet eyes wide and uncertain. Then she looked to Rangiku again. Then Byakuya again.

“These are the offices of Squad Ten,” Byakuya explained. “I believe you have been here before. We are guests, so you must be on your best behavior.”

Ichika looked back over at Rangiku, who was hiding the lower half of her face with her scarf. “Peekaboo!” she exclaimed, flinging the scarf away.

Ichika squealed and lunged for Rangiku (or possibly her scarf), nearly knocking Byakuya off his feet.

“Ha ha!” Matsumoto sang, spinning Ichika around. “There’s my happy girl!”

Byakuya’s entire body slumped with relief, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“You should sit down,” Toushirou suggested, pulling his chair around. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Byakuya sank gratefully into the chair and didn’t even ask any pointed questions about the tea, which is how Toushirou knew that he must be completely exhausted.

Rangiku plopped down on one of the office couches, Ichika in her lap. She dropped her scarf over the baby’s head and tickled her nose with it as Ichika laughed and laughed.

Toushirou wasn’t exactly envious of his lieutenant’s way with people, big and small, but he was grateful for it. Rangiku did friendship so easily-- ironing out disputes between squad members, throwing a birthday bash for a friend-of-a-friend-of-friend, charming cranky babies-- and yet, watching her work her magic only made him feel more special to be part of her inner circle, that she’d seen something in that scrawny kid, so hesitant to stand up for himself that long ago day in Junrinan.

“Her attention span doesn’t last very long,” Rangiku said in a sing-songy voice. “We should have a series of fun ideas lined up!”

Byakuya perked up, and unloaded the bag from his shoulder. He seemed to have forgotten it was there. “I have her Seaweed Ambassador!” he offered helpfully, pulling a stuffed…creature from the bag. “Although it did not produce the desired reaction earlier.”

“Oh, I know!” Rangiku suggested. “Have you ever seen Rukia and Renji do the ‘Big Mommy, Little Daddy’ game?”

“The what?” Byakuya and Toushirou replied in unison.

“It’s so cute! Rukia gets on a chair and makes a big deal about how she’s so tall, and Renji stands on his knees and talks about how short he is. Ichika loves it, don’t you, Ichika!”

Ichika stretched her hands above her head and blew an enthusiastic raspberry.

Matsumoto looked meaningfully at Toushirou. Then Byakuya. Then back to Toushirou.

“No,” Toushirou growled, pointing his finger at Rangiku. “It would be very-- I would-- Just, no.”

“Absolutely not,” Byakuya agreed. “Categorically not.”

Rangiku stuck out her lower lip. “You two are no fun.” She turned her attention back to her tiny charge. “Ichika, are these your toes? I didn’t know you had toes! Let me see!”

Toushirou busied himself with the tea. This, unfortunately, was also classic Matsumoto, trying to draw him into her nonsense. As if even a baby could mistake himself and Byakuya for a pair of loud, dramatic dumbasses like Renji and Rukia. No, the best thing he could possibly do is help Kuchiki get his nerves back together. Children didn’t like Toushirou. Even when he was a child himself, other children hadn’t liked him. Ghost children liked him sometimes, but that was different.

Toushirou decided that Kuchiki deserved the good gyokuro, the stuff he himself only indulged in when Matsumoto was being particularly taxing. It seemed appropriate. He let his mind clear a little so that Hyourinmaru could get the water to the perfect temperature. Hyourinmaru loved the ceremony of even a casual workday tea break. You are a kind friend, his zanpakutou rumbled in his head. Senbonzakura will appreciate this gesture. Hyourinmaru had a hard time telling the difference between Byakuya and Senbonzakura sometimes, and Toushirou had given up trying to correct him.

A memory suddenly popped into Toushirou’s head. A little ghost boy who hadn’t passed over to Soul Society because he was waiting to see the first snowfall. Toushirou had been hesitant to use his zanpakutou for such a frivolous reason, but Hyourinmaru hadn’t seemed to mind, in the end. An idea began to crystalize in his mind.

“Oh, no, baby, what’s the matter?” Matsumoto was exclaiming. “What is this sad face? Is it time to get up? Do you want Auntie Rangiku to walk with you?” Ichika had started to make little fussy noises again.

Toushirou pressed a fragrant cup of tea into Byakuya’s hand as he passed on his way over to the couch. He cleared his throat, and Ichika turned her tiny face up to his. “Hey, Ichika,” he said. “Check this out.” He opened his hand to reveal a tiny, sparkling ice sculpture in the shape of a snowman adorned with rabbit ears. Ichika’s eyes widened, and she waved her arms at it. She would have fallen off of Matsumoto’s lap, if it weren’t for his lieutenant’s quick reflexes.

“How cute, Captain!” Matsumoto cried. “Oh, lucky you, Ichika! Captain made that beautifully bunny just for you! He wouldn’t do that for just anyone, you know.”

“You can touch it,” Toushirou said, crouching a little and holding his hand out. Maybe she would be interested in the feel of the ice.

“She will likely ruin it,” Byakuya warned.

“That’s okay. I made it for her.”

Byakuya took a deep inhale of his tea steam. “It is just like you,” he opined, “to put as much care into an amusement for an infant as you would into a great work of art.”

Toushirou’s ears burned, but Matsumoto just laughed. “You are so right, Captain Kuchiki! Classic Captain Hitsugaya, am I right?”

“Yes,” Byakuya agreed. “Classic Captain Hitsugaya.” He took a sip of the tea. “Truly, this tea is returning me from the brink of death. I thank you.”

“Well, I do expect you to take this baby away eventually,” Toushirou tried to grumble. It was hard to get properly grumpy when Ichika was patting his ice bunny with her fat little hands and smiling a big, gummy grin. Suddenly, she stretched her arms out toward him, and made a little whimpery sound. “Sorry, this is the only one I have,” he said.

“I think she wants you to hold her,” Matsumoto suggested.

“She is mistaken,” Toushirou replied.

“Hmmm,” said Byakuya.

“I heard that! Don’t you ‘hmmm’ over there!” Toushirou snapped.

“Abarai has conjectured that Ichika is able to identify Rukia and himself by their reiatsu.”

“Stop.”

“That would be nonsense, obviously, except that she is a Kuchiki, so she is, of course, exceptional in every way.”

Matsumoto’s eyes went wide with delight. “Do you think she thinks Captain is Rukia?”

Toushirou winced.

“Of course not.”

Toushirou blew out a sigh of relief.

“I was only suggesting that he reminds her of Rukia. Because of the cold nature of--”

“Yes, yes, we get it!” Toushirou snapped.

“Oh, Captain,” Matsumoto made a frowny face at him, as Ichika’s face started to screw up in preparation for a full-throated Abarai howl.

“Fine, fine!” Toushirou sighed, handing the ice rabbit over to Rangiku before hefting Ichika up onto his hip. “There. You’re up. You happy now?”

Ichika leaned her head into his side, and patted his chest, making a comforting little cooing noise.

A high-pitched noise came out of Matsumoto, and she clapped her hands over her mouth. “You got a hug!”

“She has just started doing that,” Byakuya informed them grandly. “I, myself, have received several. It is adorable, is it not?”

Toushirou pointedly avoided looking at Matsumoto’s face, which was probably dissolving. Instead, he looked down at the sticky little gremlin who had her cheek pressed into his haori. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s pretty great.”

#my writing #uncle byakuya #byahitsu brotp #👏byakuya👏in👏a👏baby carrier👏

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