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There is a loophole, somewhere, that will let her have her godson. Mikoto is sure of it.
Minato is dead. Kushina is dead. But Mikoto does not wail and weep and rage. She cannot. Kushina wouldnt have, if the Uchiha Clan had died, if it was Itachi and Sasuke on the line.
She withdraws from active duty. She tenders her resignation from ANBU and T&I. She helps with the rebuilding, pushes her clan to open its largely-undamaged doors to those left homeless by the Kyubi.
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And every day, she approaches Hiruzen with the same request.
And every day, she receives the same answer.
"He is jinchuriki now; his life is no longer what it would have once been. He can be entrusted to no one Clan of Konoha. Now, dismissed."
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But Mikoto cannot be disuaded. There is a loophole, somewhere, that will let her have her godson. She bounces Sasuke on her hip, nearly castrates Fugaku when he returns from a mission with a bloody Itachi in his arms (itachi isnt hurt, but he is still far too young to know war. She and her husband do not speak to each other for a week), and with her every free hour she throws herself into the archives. First the public library, then her own clans.
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Her visits to the Hokage dwindle down to only once a week as she pieces together her case. Good, she thinks, even in her frustration at finding nothing that would be undeniable. Let hiruzen underestimate her. It is a mistake no enemy of hers has survived.
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But weeks turn to months turn to years.
The Uchiha records offer her nothing by way of leverage.
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Fugaku finds her in the training room of their home, long after she has put the boys to bed. She is dressed down to her breastband and thin pants, her Ruby Claw resting across her hips.
She wails. She weeps. She rages. She lets fugaku beat her bloody, and gives back as good as she got. And when the room is all but trashed and they are laid out on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, he says,
"There is an answer out there, somewhere. Youll find it. Im sure of it."
She rolls over and kisses her husband, right there on that ruined floor, and it tastes like blood and sweat and tears.
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It is the classic Uchiha Obsession. She knows it well.
But in the morning, when she is pleasantly sore, sated and calm for the first time in what feels like years, she fixes breakfast for her family, pinches Sasuke on his cheek as she tells him to get ready for his first day of temple school. Kisses her husband goodbye.
Goes to do what she should have done in the first place.
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And deep in the fragmented records of a dead village, she finds the whirlpool she was looking for.
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Clan matters are private things, divorced from the village and its Hokage, and Mikoto fights tooth and claw to keep it that way. She fixes meals for her family, teaches itachi the way kushina taught her to make an exploding tag. She argues her case before the Elders.
She kisses Fugaku, long and slow and sweet.
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Its six years to the day. Mikoto tries not to feel the weight on her shoulders as she enters the Hokage office.
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"I am Uzumaki Mikoto. And I am taking my godson now."
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See, I was only trying to be helpful 😆
How about Lukanette starts with goodbye? 👀
WIP Asks
I will remember this helpfulness the next time I have a plunny that needs a good home. 😆
So this is a 'Marinette gives up the box' fic the title is a reference to this song, which I love and listened to constantly when Mr. Q and I were having a rough patch (before he became Mr. Q) and it just seems so appropriate to the fic:
I guess it's gonna have to hurt
I guess I'm gonna have to cry
And let go of some things I love to get to the other side
I guess it's gonna break me down
Like falling when you're trying to fly
It's sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life
Starts with goodbye
It even has an awesome guitar bit right before the bridge. 😁I got the idea and scribbled it out when the Su Han episode came out, but I never really finished it. Lots of people have played with this idea since then (not that that has ever stopped me) and I just never got the time to really work on it.
There's some really good stuff in here though I should definitely look at it again FINISH INDELIBLE FIRST.
“This is what you want?” Luka asked, glancing at Su Han and back at Ladybug.
Ladybug nodded mutely. After a moment, she took a breath and raised her head again. “I want this so much that I’m willing to lose my memory of the last year for it. I’m so tired, Luka.” The words rang in his head like a bell, igniting a pain in his chest that was still far too fresh.
“How much memory?” Luka asked, and she shrugged helplessly.
“Everything since the day I became Ladybug,” she whispered, lips trembling. Luka shook her head disbelievingly, but before he could object, she said, “There’s no other way. And at least this way I’m only using a year and not...not my whole life. I’m young. This...this’ll just be a blip in the radar someday. Better than losing twenty or thirty or fifty or even a hundred years. And...you’ll know. You can help me. I wanted somebody to know why. I can’t...I can’t tell my parents, they’d never understand, they’d try to stop me, but I know you won’t try to stop me if this is what I want, and...and you’ve held a miraculous. You know what it’s like, the responsibility...I’m going to need someone who understands to be with me, while I...recover. Figure everything out. You can’t ever tell me what happened, that I was Ladybug, but you can be there with me, and help me remember the good things that being Ladybug gave me.”
“I don’t understand. Why me?” Luka whispered, uncomprehending.
Ladybug blinked back tears. “Because I trust you, Luka. I wanted to be able to tell you the truth for so long. You were right. You deserve the truth.”
He flinched at the word. “Ladybug, I—”
“Tikki,” Ladybug said, voice hitching. “Spots off.”
Pink light. And then…
The world stopped. Luka forgot how to breathe, even as his pulse began to race. He felt dizzy as his mind was overwhelmed with a rush of still-raw memories that he’d tried so desperately to make sense of before, and couldn’t, that were now suddenly painfully clear.
“Will you be there for me?” Marinette asked him, voice tight and shaking. She held out her hands to him, and they shook too. “Even though I won’t remember you...can you be there?”
“Of course,” he breathed, tears suddenly stinging his own eyes, as he grabbed her hands tight in his own. “Of course, Marinette, I promise. I promise.”
Marinette smiled at him, eyes shining. “I trust you,” she told him. “I trust you, Luka. I always did, I swear, I just—”
“No, I’m sorry,” Luka breathed, pulling her closer and folding their hands against his chest. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I didn’t understand, I—God, I feel like such an idiot…”
Marinette shook her head, dropping her gaze. “It wasn’t your fault. I thought I could handle everything, and I was wrong, and I hurt you so badly because of it. I’m so sorry for all the lies and the stupid excuses—”
“I forgive you,” Luka said quickly, squeezing her hands. “Every word, every second of it. I love you, Marinette. I just wanted to love you. I’m so sorry...I let you down...”
She smiled, and freed a hand to cup his cheek. “It was asking too much of anyone,” she said sadly. “All of this has been too much.”
“Marinette,” he sighed, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight as he had that day on the bridge. “I didn’t understand, and I hurt you, and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
“I do,” she whispered, and he breathed out shakily. “I do. Maybe...maybe this way we’ll get a chance to try again, if you still want to.”
Luka gripped her tighter, squeezing his eyes shut. “Isn’t there any other way?” he nearly begged.
“No.”
Marinette pulled back enough to lift her face and kiss him. It was salty with tears and Luka's throat was so tight he couldn’t hold it long before he had to gasp for breath. He kissed her again and again, short and unsatisfying, before she finally pulled back from him to wipe her face. They were both crying now. Marinette caressed his cheek one more time, and then stepped back out of his arms.
“I’m ready, Master Su Han,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. She looked at her kwami, floating in the air beside her, and then cupped the little being in her hands, cuddling it against her cheek. “Goodbye, Tikki. Thank you.”
Luka didn’t hear the high-pitched reply over the thundering of his heart. This...this was unreal, this couldn’t be happening, how was he supposed to…
Marinette met his eyes again, and though the tears were still falling, her smile was bright and her wet eyes shone with hope. “Tikki, spots on,” she whispered, and in a rush of light Ladybug was standing there again. She took a deep breath. “I, Ladybug, renounce the Guardianship of the Miracle Box and return it to Celestial Master Su Han, to be passed on to the worthy candidate of his choice.”
Everything was all light and noise and Luka couldn’t follow any of it, too fixated on the girl in front of him to pay attention. All he saw was Ladybug’s eyes, still locked on his, becoming Marinette’s, and then closing as she began to fall.
Luka was moving, but Su Han was closer and more prepared. He caught Marinette, and lowered her carefully to the ground.
“Marinette,” Luka said anxiously, dropping to cup her cheek in his hand as Su Han carefully removed the earrings from her ears, cutting off the dreadful keening of her kwami.
“She is all right,” Su Han told him, setting a heavy hand on his shoulder. “And this is for the best. She is a child. She deserves to live a child’s life. Mistakes have been made, grave ones, and it should not be her responsibility to bear. When she wakes, she will remember nothing of the terrible burden that was thrust upon her.”
Luka nodded, swallowing. It didn’t matter, really. This had been Marinette’s choice. It was what she wanted. That would be enough for him. “And you’ll make sure,” he said roughly, and then cleared his throat. “You’ll make sure that Paris is safe? You’ll stop Hawkmoth?”
“That is my duty,” Su Han nodded. “I have trained for situations exactly like this one. I will find champions to help me, and when the opportunity reveals itself, I will reclaim the Miraculous from the unworthy.”
Luka nodded. It was out of his hands, anyway. He had other responsibilities now, and he had to think of those first. “Can you take her back to the bakery, where her parents can find her?” he said thickly. “I think it might be better...if I take her back, they might suspect I know something, and if she wakes here with me, she’ll just be more confused…she won’t know who I am.” He laughed harshly, passing his forearm over his eyes. “She must have been Ladybug from the beginning. The first day we met, she—I don’t know how I didn’t see it. She won’t remember me at all.”
“I will take her,” Su Han agreed, lifting Marinette’s unconscious form.
“Okay,” Luka murmured to himself, and got to his feet. He caught Marinette’s hand and kissed her fingertips before laying it carefully across her stomach. “I don’t know if I should thank you for this or not,” he sighed, looking up at Su Han.
“You should well know, young snake, that only time can prove the rightness or wrongness of our decisions,” the Guardian said heavily. “Farewell.”
Then he was gone, and Luka walked on shaking legs back to the boat, trying to make a plan.
#reader request snippet#if su han didn't suck#lukanette#endgame lukanette#lukanette endgame#luka couffaine#marinette dupain-cheng#miraculousladybug#miraculous ladybug#pro lukamari
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order me something tall and strong (make it a hurricane)
For @qtcutieart because it’s their birthday! Happy birthday, Q!
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Ichigo squints at the cup.
Inoue’s handwriting, normally so cute and clear, is almost incomprehensible from how small it’s been squashed down to make everything fit. He looks over the rip of the cup to the customer standing on the other side of the espresso machine, back down at the order.
“This much sugar will kill you,” he says. Because if he’s reading this right - and he’s been working with Inoue for like, six months, he’s a pro at this - then that’s eight shots total of flavoring. “There won’t even be room for the coffee.”
“Just make my fucking order, coffee boy.”
Ichigo looks at him again. He really isn’t paid enough for this. But they also don’t pay him enough to care.
“Your funeral, man,” he says and reaches for a shot glass.
The customer watches as Ichigo makes the order. Ichigo’s been doing this long enough that he knows how long he can look away from the shot glass, can pump the flavorings by feel, and he watches the man right back.
Bright, is the general impression. Bright blue hair, bright white jacket, bright silver chain peeking out from under his collar. Too fucking bright for seven in the fucking morning.
Blue eyes narrow when Ichigo reaches for the flavorings. With an order like this, Ichigo can’t entirely blame him; guy’s probably had every other barista short him on the flavorings. No one likes to use full pumps. Ichigo makes a point of pushing the pump all the way down each time, bites back a grin when he sees the half-pleased, half-irritated twist of the guy’s mouth.
Fuck you, too, dude, Ichigo isn’t afraid to give customers what they ask for. Not his problem if they can’t handle it.
The whole thing gets blended, foamy and full of perfectly pulverized bits of ice, and Ichigo pours it back into the cup one-handed. The large - this isn’t Starbucks, they can’t get away with calling it a venti - is big enough that the pour takes a good thirty seconds. This is another thing Ichigo’s learned to feel out and it’s a unique satisfaction to watch the last bit of frapp drop into the cup to make it the perfect amount so it won’t leak out of the lid when he puts it on.
He caps it, reaches for a straw, hands it over the machine. “Your order is ready.”
The guy takes it, expression sceptical, and Ichigo watches him carry the drink over to the extras stand, set it down and take off the lid. Reach for both the splenda and the energy drink mix. Approximately a dozen of the one and three of the other go into the drink, stirred in with one of the hot drink cappers.
Once it’s all been assimilated into the frozen concoction, the lid is replaced, the straw inserted, and Ichigo watches, unable to look away, as the guy takes a sip, clearly testing it to see whether it passes muster. He’s half expecting the guy to keel over from spontaneous cardiac arrest.
There’s the briefest moment of surprise, followed by satisfaction. The guy nods at Ichigo, turns, and leaves.
Ichigo just watches him go, feeling a bit like he’s just had a near-death experience and he wasn’t even the one drinking that stupidly over-sugared frapp.
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Mr. Tall, Bright, and Apparently Inhuman comes back the next day, 7:10am on the dot. Orders the exact same thing.
Ichigo is a little amazed he’s still alive.
~*~
It happens again. And again. And again.
~*~
At some point, the brightness becomes...not less bright, but more tolerable. Ichigo starts glancing at the door around seven. Starts setting out the large cup and shot glasses and soy milk ahead of time. To streamline the process, he tells himself. Not because he’s looking forward to making the hell drink.
Definitely not because he’s looking forward to watching Mr. Tall and Bright watch him make it.
He’s never considered himself a morning person, has in fact had multiple friends tell him to his face that he’s not a morning person. But when Kukaku offers to swap him to nights when one of his coworkers graduates early, he turns it down.
He questions his life decisions the next morning when he’s dragging himself into the cafe at half past six because his classes start at eleven and he has to get in four hours of work before that. But he’s still checking the soy milk and the bottles of vanilla and raspberry flavoring and setting aside a large cup and he almost smiles when Mr. Tall and Bright walks in at ten past seven and yeah, it’s not all that bad, really.
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For the Q&A, how do you get your story ideas? Do you dream them? Do they come to you in daydream and not leave you alone until you write them? ♥
That... really depends? Most often I feel I only get a very vague idea, usually of the premise or a particular scene and then the rest becomes fleshed out as I start writing.
Just last week I was frustrated all day over my next prompt drabble because I was drawing a complete blank even though I really loved the prompt and then late that night when my head hit the pillow and I really needed to go to sleep it all clicks instantly together and I have the entire idea ready in my brain for the drabble. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Back in the days of my writing routine, if I was having a blank page of doom moment in the morning, I always had a story idea in the afternoon when I came back from walking the dog.
I don’t know what it is about walking but somehow it seems to help my imagination to process things?
Sometimes I get inspired by the media I consume. One older one shot was inspired by a certain song (that plot bunny, too, attacked when I was walking home from uni.) My current SessKag chapter WIP (which I’ve been shamefully ignoring for the past year...) was partially inspired by an episode of the Drew Carey show of all things. 🤣
I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed of a story idea? 🤔
Some ideas definitely refuse to leave me alone until I start writing them, typically these are the chapter fic plunnies. They can be very persistent. 😂
Thanks for the ask, sweetie! 💙
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ABC of me!
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A - Age: Is A Number
B - Biggest Fear: Abandonment, thought life has introduced competition.
C - Current time: 8:52 PM
D - Drink you last had: Water
E - Everyday starts off with: With a groan and closing the alarm, then waddling to the toilet to brush teeth, prepare breakfast, etc.
F - Favorite song: Currently Defying Gravity from Wicked sung by The Stereotypes
G - Ghosts, are they real?: I mean I am haunted by my abandoned plunnies...
H - Hometown: Berlin
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L - Last time you cried: While yawning (this morning), though does that count as tearing up rather than crying? Oh well.
M - Middle name: Alas, I have no middle name!
N - Number of siblings: Two. Both are younger and female.
O - One wish: ...To get things done according to plan. If not that, being able to find anything I want. (I miss my pens and erasers okay?)
P - Person you last called/texted: @elizeshiro lmao
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T - Time you woke up: 6:45 AM, because I want to have a nice breakfast and I will get a nice breakfast.
U - Underwear colour: ...why is this here? Couldn’t someone find something with U and just decided to go with that? Yeah, no. How about...
U - URL of choice: Actually really happy with plunnybreeder, so can’t think of one right now, sorry!
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(Yuzu sneaks into Ichigo's room before dawn on his fifteenth birthday because that's what they've always done, since Mom died. Isshin works hard but they don't exactly have money to throw around, and Yuzu doesn't know what she'd buy for her brother anyways, so instead she sneaks into his bedroom like Mom used to do, wakes him up with a kiss on the forehead-- even if he's already awake-- and together they watch the sunrise.)
(It's not much, but it's what she can gives, and it makes Ichigo smile all day, so to Yuzu that's more than enough)
(Except)
(This year her brother is already awake, looking too-tense in the hazy blue light of false-dawn. He's awake and dressed for school already, but there's something different about the way he's sitting, something different about the way he holds himself. Older, not like Isshin, but like the old man down the street, the one every knows used to be yakuza but got out but still holds himself regal and proud and full of his own well-earned worth.)
(And Yuzu isnt... she isn't special, not like Ichigo and not like Karen, but she's a good sister. She knows her siblings, knows her brother and sister probably better than she knows herself. So when she sees her brother sitting on his bed, staring out the window like he's expecting something, like doom and terror on the horizon, she does something she hasn't done since she was a much smaller girl. She crawls onto the bed and tucks herself right into his lap, head against his chest, and lets him hold her in the way she knows he likes to hold both of his sisters, but will never ask.)
("What happens today?" she asks.)
(And Ichigo says, "I die.")
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Anyway is christmas eve and im drunk and tired and thinking about a blind ichigo au
Like hes been blind for as long as he can remember and has largely navigated the world through his sense of reiatsu and while not perfect and complete solution by any means he can get around fine. The other students think its a little uncanny that he can always recognize whos approaching him, can tell who is or isnt in class today, but theyve also seen him training with Tatsuki, and hes friends with Sado whos grandmother is also blind, so its not like. THAT weird?
And its honestly a boon when hes a subshinigami, because consciously or not hollows and shinigami both use their reiatsu to bolster their bodies as they move and strike, to give them speed and strength, and by refining his reiatsu sense ichigo knows where an attack is going to be before the motion even really begins. Which isnt perfect either: he actually fights kenpachi better after kenpachi removes the eyepatch, because with the eyepatch on kenpachi earned all of his strength and speed the proper way, through training and training and physical training.
And byakuya is more than a little overwhelming, because when he releases his shikai he's everywhere, all at once, and tracking each and every petal of reiatsu is next to impossible
But then Aizen is dead and Ichigo is perfectly, normally human again, and the world is big and unknown and scary, compounded on top of his ptsd from the winter war, and it just. Sucks big time.
And after about a month of too little sleep and falling behind in school and flinching every time one of his sisters so much as accidentally brush up against him, ichigo is home alone because he cant force himself to go to school where there are people and obstacles and his exfriends and an ocean of pity, and theres a knock on the door.
Kisuke sweeps his way into the kurosaki house with all his usual arrogant confidence, and ichigo is annoyed, of course he is, its been a month of no contact. But hes also comfortable, with kisuke nearby, relaxing by inches, and he cant figure out why until hes sitting at the kitchen table with the lunch kisuke brought
Because kisuke is chattering mindlessly, like he always does, but now it always gives ichigo a sense of where kisuke is. And ichigo knows this space, he can navigate it fine, so kisuke doesnt bother guiding him there. But when the food is plated and their at the table, kisuke's touch is a gentle guide on his wrist: here is his plate, his chopsticks, his drink. But it doesnt feel like pity, it just feels. Natural. Like this is what ichigo needs, and kisuke would be an asshole if he didnt do these things
And before Kisuke leaves, he wrapps ichigos fingers around the curved handle of a cane, and. Its not a guide cane, but its more than even isshin has offered him, and ichigo feels his breath all caught up in his chest, tangled up with the gratefulness that he cant choke out.
(He assumes its just a replica, because the alternative is too crazy for ichigo to even comprehend. But then he has his powers back and he can feel Benihime beneath his hand, all of Kisukes carefully-cultivated bloodlust, and, a Zanpakuto is the extension of the soul, Kisuke has to be fucking insane)
(kisuke must be insane, because the alternative is too crazy for ichigo to even comprehend)
Definitely dont think about kisuke losing his goddamn little mind becaise ichigo is out there, powerless and vulnerable,and the stress is part guilt part... attachment
And he comes to ichigo with the intent to give him lunch and a guide cane. Its very modern. Foldable. Ichigo could probably beat a hollow to death with it, if it came to that, with the amount of augments and enhancements kisuke made to it.
But instead kisuke finds himself wrapping ichigos fingers around his cane, his Zanpakuto. Its already in motion, and he cant find an elegant way of walking this back, and he finds that he doesnt want to.
And never think about the guilty satisfaction kisuke takes in knowing ichigo is carrying around a piece of his soul, arguably his better half. Because this is his fault, and hes fixing it, and that should feel guitily good enough in its own right, but
dont think about why else he would be pleased and smug
anyways merr chirstymas
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Love Is Stored In The Bonk Au where when they were toddlers the girls learned that cats show affection by bonking their heads into things and it just becomes a Kurosaki Crew Thing™️
Like the girls and ichigo start doing it to each other but then Tatsuki joins in because of course Headbutting Is The Ultimate Form Of Affection
Orihime joins in because its exactly the kind of weird thing shed do to express all these feelings she cant put words to. Chad does it because hes never been a verbal person but bonking his forehead against the back of his friends' heads is perfectly acceptable. Uryu does it because hes never been a verbally OR physically affectionate person but this is how you know he Actually Likes You, Bonk Bonk.
Tatsukis bonks are most aggressive, second only to grimmjow but only just barely beating out Karin. Yuzu and Chad share that Gentle Pressure Of A Lingering Bonk. Uryu bonks like hes playing hot potato with his head. Orihime and Ichigo both do the Bonk And Nuzzle.
And then Grimmjow comes along post-winter war packless and lonely and hanging around the karakura crew because ichigo cant see him but they can and the Group That Bonks Together Stays Together, fuck what Isshin says.
And it becomes an Extra Layer Of Thing, Ichigo Bonks someone twice and theyre obliged to pass one of those Bonks onto Grimmjow, It Is Known. And Grimmjow is half wtf is wrong with these weird kinda-humans, half overjoyed to be part of a pack again.
Even Uryu, standoffish Quincy prick he is, begrudgingly bonks Grimms shoulder at Ichigos Double Bonk. Chad is helping unload a truck at the convenience store he and ichigo work at? Bonk bonk, pass the bonk. Karin is doing homework at the dinner table? Bonk bonk, pass the bonk.
And Grimmjow should really go home to hueco mundo at some point, theyre still trying to piece things back together after Aizen tore everything to shreds, but honestly how can he? Hes got this pack of weird kinda-humans, and he knows they can protect themselves, but packs are always headed by the strongest pair and with Ichigo powerless Grimmjow feels instinct itching at his bones, compelling him to stay, taunting him with the reminders of what happened last time he took his eyes off his pack.
So he stays. And when the fullbringers try to tear his pack apart hes there, holding it all together at the seams, scrambling to keep it all from falling apart because theyve all been infected with these weird memories that dont make sense but the bonks, the bonks stay true, tsukishima never bonks them and, really, that should have been warning enough on its own.
And when Ichigo gets his powers back the first thing he does (after grinding ginjo to dust under his heel) is grab Grimmjow and Bonk him right there forehead to forehead because of course he does, Love Is Stored In The Bonk.
U guys can decide if this is platonic or romantic i was just seized by the concept of Karakura Crew Loving Bonks and Grimmjows Cat Instinct Loving Bonks being like. Convergent Evolution.
(This may or may not be driven by my own cat's attempts to bonk his way through my ribcage)
#q's plunnies#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez#karakura gang#karakura crew#yuzu kurosaki#karin kurosaki#Love Is Stored In The Bonk
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YOUUUUUUU
*adds Blind!Ichigo AU to my wips*
HOW DARE YOU COME UP WITH A WONDERFUL ANGSTY, LOVELY AU
More? U want more?
There is a moment after Mugestu is released when ichigo perceives the world in startling detail, and the first thing he feels is kisuke. Gloating, maybe, but mostly just. Relieved. The job is done, the war is over, his lifes work hasnt been in vain.
And then there are his friends, clamouring for attention, for him to be able to feel their reiatsu for the (presumably) last time, but.
Hes laying in the 4th when it really starts to fade, when the threads start slipping through his fingers too fast for him to cling to, but. He can still tell Kisuke is there. Right beside him, flaring and refining his reiatsu into levels ichigo can feel until.
Until ichigo cant anymore. Doesnt have that ability.
Like holding his hand as he dies.
(Its more comfort than ichigo is willing to admit)
(Its not love, not yet, it cant be, neither of them in a position to develop those kind of emotions, not between kisukes guilt and ichigos duty.)
(But its. First and Last-- and first again.)
(Through wave after wave of power being pushed through his chest, ichigo cant feel rukia standing just behind him, but he can feel benihime just under his palm, a piece of kisukes soul singing in triumphant joy)
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Things that fascinate me:
Roy Mustang's alchemy isnt about producing fire as much as it is alchemitizing the oxygen in the air and then igniting it. It probably required a tremendous amount of focus to get it right, to concentrate the cloud exactly where you want it and not let it wander. That Roy feels comfortable enough to use flame alchemy around his teammates is testament to a truly terrifying confidence in his own skills.
What terrifies me:
Roy Mustang loses his vision and then, injured and still losing blood, continues to use flame alchemy at Riza's directions. Flame alchemy, which. Requires you to be able to conceptualize the size, shape, and concentration of the oxygen cloud.
Roy Mustang is able to do this without his vision, with Riza's limited directions.
What terrifies me:
Roy Mustang.
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Your blind ichigo uraichi plunny is so amazing im screaming this whole idea is making my heart explode im going to go feral. Just, thank you so much for bringing this into the world my life is so much better for it 💜😭
Aw thats so sweet of you!!! <3
Definitely dont think abt the end of tybw! Kisuke, using everything he learned from ichigo (and isnt that flipping their dynamic on its head?). And he knows he doesnt survive, not this one, but thats. Well, its not okay, but its the best possible outcome, given these factors. Because Ichigo will live, kisuke is sure of it. Ichigo will win, and he will live, and that will be enough.
Definitely dont think about kisuke closing his hastily-repaired eyes and stretching his senses out in every direction, readying himself for askins final move.
And definitely dont think about his surprise when he wakes up in the shoten, weeks later, to the blurry, indistinct view of what is probably his room in the shoten.
And DEFINITELY dont think about the way his heart leaps to his chest, because theres a blob of orange resting on his half-asleep arm, a sea of black, hungry reiatsu sleeping peacefully at his side. Ichigo, who stirs slowly at the curious, unintentional prod of Kisukes reiatsu.
DEFINITELY dont think about Ichigo gently easing his own hand into Kisuke's and squeezing.
"Gmorning, dumbass," Ichigo says, and its rough and burred with sleep, but theres a smile in that voice. Kisuke can tell there's a smile in that voive, even if he cant see it.
And DEFINITELY dont think about kisuke clinging to ichigos hand hard enough to hurt, his other arm pulling ichigo down into a messy, desperate hug, because its enough. Theyve both won, and theyre both going to live, and that's enough. It always has been.
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Think about Ichigo.
R u thinking about him?
Good.
Think about Ichigo who never became the weapon in the war against Aizen, but Aizen still dies at the hands of the Espada, and now the sky is torn open in great, terrible gargantas to reveal endless night and sand behind and huge, terrible white shapes slipping through
Its the end of the fucking world and the shinigami tried, they did. The Quincy tried, they did. But the Hollows have a hogyoku, and their wishes are hungry.
So now think about Ichigo roaming at the end of the world. He might as well be the last human alive because he hasnt seen another person for... Longer than he cares to remember. Its just him, his sword on his back and the sand under his feet and the ruins of a world slowly being buried and the hollows that roam between the dunes that he avoids when he can and fights when he has no other choice.
Hes heading towards that tower of white stone sinking from the sky into his world, because its the end of his world but he wants to at least go down fighting.
And hes passing what hes pretty sure used to be an old-fashioned shoten, once upon a time, when he hears something creak and groan and growl beneath the collapsed wood.
Its a huge, panther-shaped Hollow, trapped beneath the wreckage of the building. Ichigo should move on. Ichigo should put it out of its misery.
Think about Ichigo, staring that huge hollow in the eye.
Think about Ichigo, leaning his sword against the one remaining vertical support before setting to work slowly, painstakingly shifting the rubble off the Hollow's back.
("Why," the Hollow, Grimmjow asks, later, when he has followed a wordless Ichigo for days towards that tower sinking from the sky that seems to never grow closer.)
("You wasted a lot of time,” he says.)
(”I could have killed you the moment I got free," he says)
(ya know. Like a liar.)
(And Ichigo stares at Grimmjow for a long moment, all burning amber eyes and steel resolve, and he says, "Because I had nothing better to do.")
(Ya know. Like a liar.)
And now I want you to think about Ichigo at the end of the world, sword on his back and sand under his feet and Grimmjow at his side.
Mkay ty for thinking i know it was very difficult
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Ichigo’s Soul for Wayward Souls
Ichigo who unintentionally becomes. A bit of a Zanpakuto Orphanage.
It starts with Muramasa-- Ichigo's heart aches for the part-Hollowfied Zanpakuto, betrayed and hurt and scared. Hes a piece of Kugo's soul, sure, but. Hes also his own person, clearly, hes hollowfying. And Ichigo hates the thought that Muramasa might wake up alone out there someday, or might not wake up at all. Or, worse, might wake up in Kugo's reborn soul, hoping that this time it might go better.
Ichigo is. Ichigo, First Protector, he has to try to reach out a hand, and he's surprised as hell when Muramasa takes it.
And even more surprised at the fledgling bond that forms in his chest, Muramasa's confusion and fear and hope coming through loud and clear.
Ichigo's shihakusho becomes more. traditional. As if he wouldnt already look like a samurai with two swords on his hip, muramasa adds layered plate to ichigo's shoulders, long, wide kimono sleeves and a red-gemmed broach to hold closed Ichigo's high collar.
(He makes Tatsuki look bad-fucking-ass, in Ichigos opinion, when he passes Muramasa onto her blunt but infinitely caring soul. The broach stays though. As does the zen garden in Ichigos soul.)
Nejibana has endured the infinitely dry sands of Hueco Mundo for a very, very long time before she feels... Kaien, but Not-Kaien. A Shiba soul, gentle and caring, but not her Shiba soul. But she is lonely, and scared, and she does not want to hollowfy, but she does not want to let herself fade away, but she does not want to endure another eternity here. So she reaches out to that Not-Kaien soul, and the rains welcome her like coming home, and when Aaroniero reaches for her against Rukia she does not come.
(Yuzu spins her new naginata idly, testing the weight of it. It is not Nejibana's original form, but this is not Nejibana's original wielder. Yuzu will never be as tall, as strong as Kaien, but Nejibana will give her the reach and flexibility to compensate. And she suits Yuzu, Ichigo thinks-- Yuzu is water, life that flows and bends but breaks obstacles before her, necessary, but never to be disrespected.)
(There are no more rains in Ichigo's soul, but, instead, tides that come and go and flood when Ichigo is sad and retreat to white-sand beaches when Ichigo is content.)
Kyōka Suigetsu comes to Ichigo broken and scared and angry. He does not want a new wielder, he does not want a second chance at life. He wants to see Aizen dead, and then he wants to fade away, and binding himself to Ichigo seems like the fastest way to achieve that goal. Every pane of glass in Ichigo's soul becomes a mirror, reflecting Ichigo's every imperfection infinitely, and Kyōka Suigetsu wants to break every single one with his bare hands.
But Mugetsu bandages Kyōka Suigetsu's bloody hands gently, carefully, and places a small kiss to every covered knuckle. "Protect him," Mugetsu says, demands, commands. "Until our return, he is in your hands. Protect him, as he shelters and protects you."
And then Mugetsu is gone, and Aizen is locked away, and Kyōka Suigetsu wants to fade away, but Ichigo is half a soul and a raw, open wound, and Kyōka Suigetsu can think of no other way to repay Ichigo than to grip both edges tight and hold Ichigo's soul together by sheer force of will. And it hurts, it feels like betrayal, like redemption that Kyōka Suigetsu doesn't even want, but it's also. Gratifying. When Ichigo reaches for him for the first time against the rat bastard Tsukishima, with reverence and with respect. And it's not right, it will never be right, but it's. Enough.
(It is a long time, before Kyōka Suigetsu is healed enough to move on, but when he does he chooses his own master. Kyōka Suigetsu reaches for Orihime, and Orihime reaches back, and she has her Shun Shun Rikka, but Kyōka Suigetsu will be her edge, her blade, her hidden and sharpened fangs. But the mirrors will always remain, reminding Ichigo that he is kind, and honorable, and good, with hands that protect and that heal.)
#q's plunnies#bleach#Ichigo's Soul for Wayward Souls#ichigo kurosaki#muramasa#nejibana#kyōka suigetsu
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Kushina looks over her potential team and bites back the urge to sigh.
Nohara Rin, probably the most well-adjusted of her potential genin, but with the chakra stores of a particularly malnourished sparrow-- enough to have gotten her into the Academy, not enough that she would have been considered worth much more than a paper ninja by any other instructor. Uchiha Obito, the endlessly-cheerful dead-last, outcast of his Clan, eager to please but with an inferiority complex that every Academy instructor had apparently managed to miss. And Hatake Kakashi, youngest Academy graduate in probably ever, whos been bounced between half a dozen genin teams in as many months and who is also probably hoping that the upcoming chunin exams will be his freedom from jonin instructors wholly unready for a genius of his age and caliber.
Not exactly what one would call team material, but such is the legacy of Dai-nana-han, Kushina supposes.
Blood and Spirits, the Old Man must really have it out for her this time.
Kushina lingers in her tree for a few moments longer, rolling two familiar ribbon-strung bells between her hands. Worn by her great-grandmother, once. Held by Hiruzen, until he had deemed it time to pass them onto her.
"Dont," she had snarled when he had attempted to explain. Because she wasnt old enough when she was six and small and the Kyubi had been ripped from Mitos stomach, but shes old enough now. She understands now, how little Sarutobi wont sacrifice for the good of his village, and Kushina is of Konoha now, but she is also Uzumaki.
These bells might be trinkets to him, but to her theyre another part of her ever-fading legacy. A part of her legacy withheld from her, by someone who had no right, and Kushina has to take a deep breath before her anger overcomes her.
The legacy of the Uzumaki Clan lives in her, Kushina reminds herself. And, if she succeeds here, that legacy will live on in these children as well. One more generation that will not forget the Village Hidden in Eddies.
Kushina shunshins down into the training yard, twin bells jingling cheerfully where they hang from her belt. Three genin-hopefuls look at her with expressions ranging from awe to excitement to boredom, and Kushina grins at them all the same.
"G'morning, kids," she drawls, resting a hand on one cocked hip, "and welcome to your real genin exam."
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Part 1
Its not vengeance that drives the Hollow-masked trio.
Vengeance would have been easy.
It would have been hidden labs burned to the ground. Aizen chopped into little pieces. His co-conspirators hunted like the dogs they are.
Vengeance would have been quick.
As the second week of the trial comes to a closed, Shinji comes to a vital understanding:
Its not vengeance that drives the hollow-masked trio.
Its justice.
And justice is much more complicated.
("It was never about just me, or just us," the orange-haired one, Ichigo, says with a frown. "What he did to us, it's--" Ichigo blows out a frustrated breath, tongue tangled around all the things he can't say, but Shinji hears the sentiment nonetheless. Whats done is done. For better or for worse.
"His death wont repay the hundred of souls he used for his experiments, or the thousands of lives he ruined," Ichigi says.
"But his life might?" Shinji wonders, perhaps a bit redundantly. Right now Aizen carries a blood debt not even a millenia will repay.
Ichigo just shrugs, still frowning, and behind him the sun rises on the third week of justice.)
#q's plunnies#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#shinji hirako#timetravel au#time travel au#the complicated lines between justice vengeance and redemption
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Mkay dont think about Shinji on the ground, terrified because there is something inside him, screaming, shredding him apart, Aizen standing above him, gloating, and this is going to be worse than death, hes sure of it. This is going to be worse than he ever could have imagined.
Before the first spear of crystal pierces Aisen from behind, clean through his spine, pinning him to the earth.
"Well, it appears the timing of our arrival was quite fortuitous indeed," the blond hollow-masked man says cheerfully, fan tapping against the facsimile of a smile, and Shinji's mind refuses his first instinct, because that cant be the voice he recognizes, it just cant.
"Do not jinx it," the orange-haired hollow-masked man warns, and its not a voice or build Shinji recognizes, which is a relief. Because the last of the trio--
"Boys," she chastises, purple hair and hollow mask, and Shinji knew Aizen was insane, but to target a member of the Shihoin main family is simply suicidal.
She and the blonde draw their too-familiar chokuto, the orange-haired one drawing his slender blade of pitch black, and they face Aizen as one.
"Lets finish this before anything else can go wrong," the woman says.
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