dokuhai - Tumblr blog

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

RANGIKU’S LACK OF FEAR IN THE FACE OF THIS MAN WAS A WEAKNESS, beyond any shadow of a doubt. She had been uncaring, and wholly unafraid as she faced him at the tail end of the Winter War —-- though the weight of Aizen’s spiritual pressure in tandem with her injuries had left her unable to do much of anything as he had proceeded with his line of questioning.

The blonde thought back to the way he presented himself, then; a horror beyond recognition, so calculating and cruel… had he been in control of himself then? Or did the shift come after striking his second in command down? Either way, the intensity that burned in that exposed eye of his was something Rangiku knew she needed to be cautious of. Aizen was dangerous, even if she was careless and bold enough to come at him for his previous transgressions. There was too much at stake, now… Gin’s very fate rested upon her shoulders, weighing heavily on her heart, body, and soul.

This was no time to selfishly lash out. Rangiku needed to stay in control —-- to bottle up those emotions of hers, as best she could.

Aizen’s words left a foul taste in her mouth, but she would push through regardless. A headache formed at her temples as she regarded him, her anger and grief still clouding much of her judgment.

❝ As much as I’d love to go off on you, doing so won’t make much of a difference. Neither of us can undo the past, as much as we’d like to…❞ her voice trailed off a bit, dropping to a low whisper as sadness temporarily surpassed everything else she was feeling. ❝ —--as much as I’d like to. ❞

Rangiku took a moment to consider what Aizen had said regarding the truth. She had contradicted herself yet again, without realizing it… A constant source of frustration in her life, this inability of hers to come out and say what she truly felt. Living in a state of denial had been so easy… reality was much harder. Attempting to make peace with it all was far beyond Rangiku’s current capabilities.

She would have to meet Aizen halfway; to listen to his truths, and accept them for what they were. There was no other way around it —-- not until Gin emerged from his coma, at least. And even then, could she trust that he would tell her the truth?

Rangiku was so sick of the lies, the confusion…. all of it.

When she finally found her voice again, Rangiku cast her gaze up towards the other. ❝ I know…. You’re right. I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Just… the truth, then. I’ll accept it, whatever you say about those moments. I just need to know what happened. —-Please, Aizen, ❞ she all but pleaded with him, now.

HOSTILITY WAS NOT SOMETHING THAT WAS UNEXPECTED FROM THIS YOUNG WOMAN, IN TRUTH ---- it was not her anger that could make Aizen flinch back from her as much as it was other things. Down here in the dark ( how long had it been? how long how long how long how long--- ) that the god was encased, time held no meaning.

There was nothing of ontological flow in this vast dominion, one that was not his own. Where once he had surrounded himself with the ever varied hues of white upon ivory upon pearl, when once the man had adorned himself in the non-color, he was steeped in the darkness of this underground hell now. How the ink of this place stained him, seeped into bone and marrow and heart. He drowned within the thickness of it, was bound not just by seal but by the understanding of what had unfolded, an unraveling of threads that had been cut by word and blade and action.

He had no one else to turn blame upon. But Aizen thought not of Momo, of the young woman whose delicacy he had so cruelly shattered with cold dismissal. He had cared nothing for her beyond what measures he could take to see how far her faith in him and his supposed goodness would carry her. He had no taste for such naivety and had enjoyed it, almost, in some hot and sharp part of his soul. She had placed him and his entire self upon a pedestal and had never truly known him.

He couldn't stand it. Nor could Aizen truly stand her.

Yet, it was best not to forget that he himself was a sun of his own power, blazing with a refulgence that spilled out like streamers of light, beads of molten gleam spilling out in strings that anchored him to this spot. Hers was the fury of beauty, the wrath of one so neatly wounded and how her words drew forth less of grief and far more of that old sharpness in a moment such as this one and that brown eye grew sharp and less morose in a single breath of moment. For all that the stygian nature of this hell engulfed him, he was still a dangerous individual. BEST NEVER TO FORGET THAT. His being bound was not safety itself; the keys, the seals --- such trivial things could not prevent him from enacting a whim in his thoughts if he were to be provoked far enough. But the sharpness of his gaze remained only that; a hawk-like intensity that lingered upon her the way a bird of prey focused upon a shiver of motion on the ground beneath.

❝ At least I am honest enough to admit to holding the knife, Matsumoto-san. ❞ How that voice came out a smooth and clipped firmness. ❝ I certainly have not denied that since that day upon Sokyoku Hill. Or would it salve your anger if I were to play at denial and give you a chance to rail at me for it? ❞

Yes, his own tongue was still sharp and would ever remain so. Yet it was but a brief moment for he lapsed into that still silence the next, unwilling to let his tongue get the better of him in this moment. He had no reason to snarl at her and thus sought not to do so. All the same, though, he was capable of cutting deep with words as he ever had been. It was answers that Rangiku sought and she desired them enough to come and speak with him of such things. And the topic at question? The one man that Aizen had thought devoted to him and his desires even more so than Kaname had ever been.

Ichimaru Gin truly meant something to Aizen Sousuke, something that was impossible to place into the simple sounds of syllables strung together in a connection of words. He had meant more, far more, than that. He had little doubt that much of what he said would perhaps be relayed back to the higher powers that were, but he could not picture what else it was that they could do to him. He was entrapped here, bound by the weight of his own sins. It was shackle and chain, those sins, interlocking and promising that he would ever be left to understand his foolishness. How far he had fallen, wings of wax melting under the heat of hubris and leaving him to crash upon the rocks of pride, flesh torn and mangled.

Ichigo had not finished the fight.

It had been finished when the blade had run through his chest, when it had been exploded open, and when he had been dragged out of that darkness. Shadows were here; they were everywhere. For all that Rangiku was determined to prove there were no secrets or doubts in this place, Aizen knew that they were everywhere. Light could not always extinguish every shadow, nor could it disinfect every secret. The entirety of the Seireitei was placed upon a lie. But this was not the time nor the place to speak of that.

So he watched as she seated herself, gaze tracing over the lines of her face and figure, lingering upon the glint of the silver chain about her throat. Was it noose or promise? A symbol of hope, something that bound her? He suspected hope, promises, a tenderness dwelt behind the sentiment of such jewelry. Fingers twitched and moved beneath his bindings but there was only a slow exhale with her words, as if he were deflating and his eye closed again as that head crowned by shadow and blood dipped low for a second. Such words were acute but they were not, entirely, on point for what was possessed here.

❝ You say that I am not telling you why ---... ❞ Was that a hint of the old teacher's frustration in his voice? No; simply an emptiness that colored much of him. This wound she pressed on was certainly still bleeding, still fresh. It would ache and ache and ache until the end of time, a bleeding that threatened to engulf the ceilings and floors of this place, this domain.

AIZEN SOUSUKE HAD NO IDEA OF THE TRUTH OF GIN'S SURVIVAL.

❝ ... it was ... myself but not myself. ❞

His eye opened now, slit, gleaming like a flame of brilliant crimson in the darkness. The lighting was garish around them both, a filtration of purples that provided nothing upon his true colors. It was too neon, saturating skin with purple tinge and turning brown a rich maroon. His gaze was toned red, as if reflecting the sanguine chords that pulsed beneath the frail exterior of skin.

❝ But to truly explain it, then you must have faith that what I say to you is truth. And what is truth, then, if you will insist that everything I say to you is falsehood, predicated on the fact I deceived the Seireitei over decades, even centuries? With a mindset such as that, it will automatically color everything I am capable of saying to you now as a lie; until -- unless -- you change your mnd and choose to believe what I say to you now, then how can I answer the questions that you obviously want to pose to me with any certainty. Either you can swallow your mistrust and hear me out or you can attempt to determine what is said is truth or a lie. You cannot have it both ways, Matsumoto-san. ❞

#keikakudori #these new fears ; i carry with me ( v. )#ic ( rangiku. )#OOF SHE IS SUCH A MESS #i feel so bad for her hvsdkjhfksd #aizen was absolutely right to call her out tho! she's so bad at communicating sometimes #especially with gin but i mean hey this topic is ABOUT gin so the same rule applies lmao

8 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

@godkilller // continued from here.

GIN MAKING A PROMISE LIKE THAT FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM, IN AND OF ITSELF. Had she actually drifted off when he spoke those words? That hum about her never getting hurt again, or him never disappearing on her… —--- Rangiku’s heart fluttered in her chest as she held him on that hospital bed, quietly considering his words.

❝ ...I’ll hold you to it, ❞ she whispered in reply against his neck.

It was not like Gin to make promises in general. At least for as long as she had known him, or whatever version of himself that he had spun up for her. He was always so careful with the words he spoke; his tone calm, calculated, even with her… always knowing the right thing to say when she was frustrated with him, or annoyed at his avoidance of the truths she sought out. She had given up on asking for such promises back when they were kids —--- perhaps out of fear of rejection, or abandonment as Gin began to excel his way through Shin’ō Academy.

She couldn’t help but wonder if that’s where her denial of who Gin truly was —--- or, better yet, what he was doing when no one else was looking —--- began. Rangiku had encased herself in that happy little bubble of unknowing for far too long; drinking her way through any doubts and fears that would creep up along the way. She wasn’t proud of the role she had played in all of this… she knew she wasn’t innocent.

Ah, but thinking about all of the mistakes she had made wasn’t helpful right now —--- to Gin, or to herself. And while Rangiku was beyond exhausted, she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep comfortably like this beside him. Gin needed space to recover on his own… TO COME TO TERMS WITH HIS CONDITION, before the rest of the Seireitei knew that he had regained consciousness.

Sooner than later, Rangiku would need to seek out the captain of the Fourth Division. A plan of action was needed —--- not only for Gin’s continued recovery, but for what would happen next, seeing as her peers deemed Aizen Sōsuke’s fallen second-in-command to be a war criminal. The blonde thought briefly about her conversation with the man responsible for Gin’s current state, currently rotting in Muken —--- and how such a conversation would prove useful when matching it up with Gin’s interpretation of the truth. Central 46 was waiting on her… and, most importantly, waiting on Gin to wake up.

There was so much still up in the air, that it was a miracle Rangiku even considered the idea of rest, however fleeting such a thought had been. She decided she would wait until the morphine drip caught up with him, fully —--- when his chest would rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm that convinced the blonde he was finally at ease. Until then, she would lay there beside him, drinking in his survival, and avoiding the realities of what came next.

#godkilller #continuation of gin waking up in the fourth division barracks post-winter war.#the original thread was in legacy format so i'm continuing it here in a new post (for anyone reading along!)#ic ( rangiku. )#i see you when i reach ; muscle memory ( r. )

4 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”

[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]

#a sunlit grave ; damned by this hell of heaven's hold ( v. )#musing ( rangiku. )#i see you when i reach ; muscle memory ( r. )

9K notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

@keikakudori // continued from here.

RANGIKU WAS HAVING AN INCREDIBLY HARD TIME HOLDING HERSELF BACK. Just the sound of Aizen Sōsuke's voice was setting her on edge —--- a nails on chalkboard, grating sort of thing it was. His reply to her mention of poisoned tea came across as snide, and thus, forced her eyebrows to knit together as she regarded him. A romantic cliché, he had said... and while he seemed so sure that such methods weren't his style, Rangiku wasn't convinced. For how many times had his words been laced with venom? The confessions shared by her comrades used against them when the moment had been just right... not to mention the way he had poisoned Hinamori Momo; a romantic cliché all on its own, though perhaps not quite as literal as a lethal drop mixed into a cup of hot liquid.

The blonde had been there to pick up the pieces of the gobantai fukutaichō, even as her own heart was left broken in the aftermath of their betrayal. Momo had worn her heart on her sleeve... RANGIKU KNEW EVERYTHING THAT AIZEN HAD SAID TO HER, HAD DONE TO HER —--- was this man even remotely self-aware?

❝ You know what, you're right —--- you'd much rather do the stabbing yourself. Twisting the knife and making sure they hurt in all the worst ways... nothing impolite about that, right? ❞ Rangiku couldn't control the way she spat out such hostility; seeing him again had truly brought out the worst in her. A raging sun, she was —--- her heat blazing and oppressive as it worked to snuff out everything in its path.

There would be no shadows, here. No secrets, or doubts... not anymore. Not if she could help it.

Rangiku took a moment to steady herself. She would never learn the truth if she kept villainizing him... after all, a cornered animal was never quite eager to place it's trust in the one hunting it. With a slow, deep breath, Rangiku prepared herself for the more difficult aspects of this conversation. The topic of Gin had never been an easy one for her to discuss, much less openly to the one who had attempted to kill him. So much of their affair had been private... words left unsaid, unspoken, as they had poured their trust in one another. A trust that was left utterly broken, now, but that was beside the point.

She did not miss the way Aizen flinched at her mere mention of Gin's name. It almost seemed like the man had grown hesitant in response —--- his confidence waning as he stumbled over his words. It was so unlike him, Rangiku thought to herself... and upsetting, at the same time.

Gin had meant something to him, hadn't he? He was more than just a blade at his side, ready to kill for him...

Rangiku suddenly felt sick. Anguish churned in her belly, alongside the scorching heat of her anger, making its way up her throat like bile. She pushed it down as best she could, and worked tirelessly to slacken the balled up fists at her side.

She had avoided these truths for so long. She had known something was off, from the very beginning... and yet she never asked Gin what was wrong, or what he was hiding from her. She was too afraid of what he might say. Even now, as she stood upon the precipice of the answers she sought, she was absolutely terrified of what she might hear. But these answers weren't just for her own sake... they were demanded by Central 46, and the sōtaichō himself.

Rangiku sank to the ground, knowing fully well that she needed to be seated in order to carry on with this conversation. She crisscrossed her legs and grasped her knees as her gaze fell from the crucified man, only to seek out imperfections within the floor. Rangiku listened intently to the words he spoke, and noticed the way pain bled into each one —--- Aizen's tone utterly wrought with grief. Perhaps he had been tormenting himself, all this time... though Rangiku was hard pressed to feel any sympathy towards him.

'Will you believe me?' he had asked. 'You must be willing to accept what you will hear.'

❝ I'm not willing to accept anything but the truth, ❞ she replied quietly, though still unable to meet his gaze. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was Aizen's version of the truth... and how corrupted it seemed to be. His claim that he was not himself when he struck Gin down made her want to burst out laughing. Who else was there to blame for all of this? Did it make him feel better, to blame it on the corrupt power of the Hōgyoku? The one he alone had chosen to merge with? This was a self-inflicted fate; one Aizen could have avoided entirely, had he not been so hungry for power. At least, as far as Rangiku was concerned.

❝ —---You're still not telling me why. What caused you to turn on him? You say you weren't yourself, but how am I supposed to know what that means when I don't trust that I EVER actually knew who you were? ❞

#THIS IS OVER A YEAR OLD LU IM SO SORRY LOL #i really loved this thread tho and wanted to continue it so i figured i'd start a new post for it #since it's in the old legacy format and is a pain in the ass to work with #ANYWAY U DON'T HAVE TO REPLY i was just excited lmao #also rangiku is making a lot of assumptions here based on what she knows #or THINKS she knows #so pls feel free to correct her AAAA im sorry she is so spicy #but i also can't say i blame her lol #keikakudori #these new fears ; i carry with me ( v. )#ic ( rangiku. )#also just a quick reminder that this is set in red verse ! so i think things are unrequited with gin and aizen in this #at least that's my understanding vbsdjk

8 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

@godkilller // continued from here.

RANGIKU HAD NO CONTROL OVER THE WAY HER EYES STUNG, OR THE WAY HER EXPRESSION TWISTED AS IF TO MATCH GIN'S OWN. She blinked back any tears that threatened to spill in favor of comforting him, knowing fully well that if she didn’t stay in control of her emotions, she would send Gin spiraling even further. This was almost too much, too reminiscent of memories they both wanted to forget.

The way she had hovered over him, then —- blood pooling underneath his broken body as she openly sobbed, almost too terrified to act….

The blonde lieutenant shook her head, as if to free herself of those dark, lingering thoughts. Gin was alive…. He was right here, and she would save him, consequences be damned. Rangiku continued to ignore the Onmitsukidō’s presence all around them —-- instead, she gripped at Gin's left hand, and kept her eyes trained on his. ❝ I’m right here, ❞ she spoke with the utmost urgency, though her tone was hushed, meant only for him to hear.

Rangiku did her best to ignore his death grip on her hand; the way her bones strained as his fingers tightened around hers, seeking anything that would help ground him, help root him in this moment. Her heart ached in her chest as she witnessed his pained expression —-- his eyes were screwed shut as he fought through the pain, tears wetting his eyelashes and starting to roll down the sides of his face as she continued to pin him down. Whatever she was feeling whilst locked in that death grip was nothing in comparison to what Gin was experiencing…

Rangiku had to actively fight her urge to look over at his arm as it rebuilt itself; bones snapping back into place as veins and nerves weaved through reconstituted muscle. The sounds alone were hard enough to ignore —- she found herself whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as if to distract them both from what was happening.

❝ You’re okay, you’re going to get through this, I love you so much…. shhh, just breathe, you’re okay, you’re safe—-- I’ve got you… ❞

When Gin’s eyes finally shot open, Rangiku moved in, pressing her forehead to his whilst holding his gaze as best she could. Her eyes searched for any signs of acknowledgement, though he seemed a million miles away —--- blinded by the pain, no doubt, though she was reluctant to give up on her attempt to pull him back to reality. ❝ I’m here, it’s me, Gin —-- look at me, ❞ she pleaded as her free hand moved to cradle his cheek. Her thumb swept away any lingering tears, seeking only to comfort as he slowly made his way back to her. And when he finally took that deep, gasping breath, Rangiku drank it in fully.

❝ That’s it, baby, breathe for me… nice and slow, ❞ she encouraged, before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. This was a good sign… he was no longer paralyzed by the intensity of his pain, or the fear of what was happening to him. Though he was still unable to speak…. Unable to say anything, really, outside of the strained mention of her name.

Recognition, finally…. thank the gods.

Rangiku couldn’t help but wonder how this had happened… and how Kurotsuchi-taichō was involved in all of this. She knew that the man was annoyed by Gin’s insistence on wearing the scars of his past —-- his refusal to heal the wounds inflicted upon him, as though he felt his penance was directly linked to his broken form —-- and while the blonde had her own feelings on the matter, ultimately it didn’t matter. It was Gin’s decision, to carry on with his life like this… no one else’s. Rangiku had respected his feelings, despite disagreeing with them.

...Though it seemed that others did not share the same sentiments. The Onmitsukidō needed to be inspecting the ruins of Kurotsuchi-taichō’s lab, and searching for answers as to why both captains were missing from a mandatory meeting. But of course, they had jumped to conclusions… Rangiku wasn’t surprised that they had immediately sought out the war criminal —-- though she was quite furious.

As Gin worked to re-center himself, Rangiku traded her fears and worries for full-blown rage. She directed her voice over her shoulder, towards the few stealth corp members that had the audacity to begin advancing towards them. ❝ —--Take one more step, and I'll kill you myself. I don't care what your orders are... none of you are taking this man away from me. ❞

#godkilller #these new fears ; i carry with me ( v. )#ic ( rangiku. )#starting new posts for all of these threads since they're all legacy format #sad to see all of the notes go but ultimately it'll be cleaner and easier to keep track of this way! ;w;

6 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos, tr. by Anne Carson [ID in alt text]

#rangiku before and during the entire winter war #not to mention right before the trio betrays soul society when she knows something's wrong #musing ( rangiku. )#i see you when i reach ; muscle memory ( r. )#god this boy is such a constant source of anxiety and worry in her life gET IT TOGETHER GIN----

1K notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Note

hey jackie, random question that popped into my brain: does rangiku get sick more easily, due to that missing piece of her soul? does it have or has it had any impact on her physical health? like, it just zipped into my head, this question, but i'm suddenly wondering about it.

THAT'S A REALLY GREAT QUESTION LU and honestly something I've never thought about before since we've never really seen Rangiku ( or, well, anyone really outside of Ukitake???? ) sick in the manga or anime before. And I mean sick sick, not just recovering from a fight or a heavy night of drinking... at least I can't remember seeing anyone super sniffly or anything lmao

I could see how the missing piece of her soul could impact her health and make it harder to fight off illness, but I think it affects her Shinigami abilities the most. The reiryoku ( or spiritual power ) that Shinigami possess is typically aligned with their spiritual sensitivity and willpower ---- which, in Rangiku's case, wouldn't be at full capacity. Though the fact that she is still strong enough to be a Lieutenant within the Gotei 13 with a chunk of her soul missing is insanely impressive, in my opinion!

I'd imagine that, outside of her being unable to achieve bankai ( in my interpretation / headcanons for Rangiku, at least ) her reiatsu isn't as strong as it should be. So while Captain class Shinigami can disperse reiryoku into the air and incapacitate an opponent's movement with their spiritual pressure / reiatsu alone, Rangiku has a much harder time doing so.

I also just went down a massive rabbit hole looking further into this, and remembered CFYOW mentioning something about Rangiku having the claw or nail of the Soul King inside of her soul?? And that the claw/nail allows Rangiku to stay alive and keep her powers, in spite of the missing portion of her soul that was used to feed Aizen's incomplete Hogyoku. I DIDN'T ACTUALLY READ CFYOW THOUGH so I can't really speak too much on it, but to avoid any further spiraling I'll just say that she doesn't really experience health concerns or bouts of illness due to the missing chunk of her soul, but I COULD see any illness she DOES experience taking a little longer for her to recover from than the majority of her peers ---- since her body would have to work overtime to make up for that missing piece. But then again, she's had lots of practice recovering from hangovers lmao so who knows!

#GOD I RAMBLED HERE BUT THIS WAS A REALLY GREAT ASK #if anyone wants to clarify the soul king nail thing from CFYOW though i would love to hear or learn more about it #i remember when it came out and that massive bomb was dropped in like a fragment of a sentence and never spoken about again #AND I WAS SO MAD THAT I JUST REJECTED IT ENTIRELY lmao #ask ; answered.#keikakudori #headcanon ( rangiku. )

6 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Text

@godkilller // continued from here.

GIN’S OFFER TO HEAL HER, to restore her health at the very cost of his own, did not go unnoticed —---- nor did the amount of trust the vampire displayed upon making such a profound statement, spoken exclusively to the woman in his midst. Rangiku took a moment to consider his offer; which, by all accounts, was a revelation unknown to any Hunter ( at least those still living. ) She had known of the regenerative abilities vampires possessed, of course —---- having witnessed their frankly annoying ability to heal the wounds she had inflicted first-hand —---- but none of her kind had ever gotten close enough to the monsters they hunted to discover the healing qualities of their blood. And, if by some chance that they had, they certainly didn’t live long enough to tell others about it.

He was right to label her as an exception, though perhaps not only for the reason he had proclaimed. Vampires didn’t normally fall in love with humans… and, if they did, there were no books written on the subject. No ‘what to expect from your damned lover’ or why the hell they would offer their blood to you in the first place. It was the general belief of her kind that vampires were entirely void of a soul —---- instead, they were left consumed by that sanguine hunger; their immortal lives dictated by an incessant need to devour the lifeforce of others. But Rangiku wasn’t so sure she subscribed to that belief system, anymore… not after watching this man, this self-proclaimed monster, grow in his capacity to care for someone like her: a woman devoted to butchering his kind.

Besides, Rangiku could only imagine that vampires were not inclined to become prey to the corrupt healthcare systems of the world. If word ever got out about what a vampire’s blood could do for the sick, they would become quite the commodity. Though most people didn’t even know of their existence, let alone the ways in which such an existence might actually be of value to the world.

The gentle brush of Gin’s thumb along her wrist left her mind wandering, though Rangiku found herself pulled from her thoughts the moment his grip tightened. Her eyes widened as his sharp edges blurred with a violent lunge; suddenly he was on top of her, pinning her down to the bed with a ferocity she knew all too well. A game of cat and mouse…. Though Rangiku was always the prey in these scenarios with him, unable to gain the upper hand despite how hard she tried. And truth be told, she loved the challenge. She craved his weight on top of her —---- his hips grinding into hers, leaving her groaning underneath him.

She felt his clawed nails gripping at her skin as he held her down, blood rushing to the newly punctured flesh —---- though it was hard to decipher what pain was coming from where as the vampire roughly threw her underneath him, despite the current state of her wounds. SHE HAD ASKED FOR THIS. THOUGH; PRACTICALLY BAITED HIM TO ACT ON HIS ANIMALISTIC URGES. She could feel the sutures in her shoulder straining, blood already seeping from her wounds and staining the loose button-up shirt he had dressed her in. She ignored the pain as best she could —---- knowing that soon enough, the blood Gin offered her would heal those wounds much more rapidly than her mortal body was capable of.

…Though she was wholly unready for the way in which Gin would present her with that blood. His mouth had surged down onto hers, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before forcing them apart —---- an intrusive attempt to get her to drink the crimson lifeforce he provided. And drink it down, she did… though the taste was unpleasant; metallic and tangy as it coated her throat, and stained her pretty lips red as whatever droplets she missed slid down her chin and neck. His grip was tight along her jaw, working to force every ounce of his blood into her mouth to avoid excess waste. Rangiku focused on the way his tongue fought for dominance over hers, those fanged canines of his piercing her lower lip with each roughened kiss…. Her body responded to him so sweetly, legs spreading in an unspoken invitation as warmth flooded her senses.

Once he finally loosened that bruising grip on her jaw and pulled away, Rangiku found herself gasping for air, her pupils blown wide as his blood worked its magic deep within her. Every sense she had was heightened in the wake of their exchange, so much so that his tongue lapping up the remnants of blood that had pooled near her collarbone left her moaning out his name. Her free hand snaked its way around his back, and attempted to pull him further down onto her as his fanged mouth punctured the tender skin of her neck. Her fingers gripped at the fabric of his shirt to avoid crying out, the mixture of pleasure and pain wholly overwhelming as Gin’s wandering hand squeezed at her breast. ❝ —----M-mmmn… fuck, Gin—! ❞ she cried out between shallow breaths, her eyes rolling back as she felt those teeth sink back into her flesh. She couldn’t tell if he was drinking from her, or merely marking up her skin as he explored such uncharted territory. Either way, she wasn’t complaining —---- she found herself in desperate need of more as her heart hammered violently against her chest.

#devil underneath your grin ; kyuketsuki ( v. )#godkilller #ic ( rangiku. )#nsfw text #posting this in an attempt to start a new thread #seeing as the original was legacy and kept double posting my reply fhdsjkfhksd #ANYWAY TIME FOR SPICE-----

4 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Note

"How do you know when you're in love? And when you know you're in love, how do you tell the person you love that you love them? It all seems very complicated and, honestly? Pretty terrifying."

IN MANY WAYS, MATSUMOTO RANGIKU WAS AN OPEN BOOK. She was always more than happy to discuss lifestyle trends, makeup and fashion ----- not to mention boys, and how she felt about certain people in their lives. Rangiku had no issues telling it like it was, or calling someone out for poor behavior.... that is, unless the person in discussion was Ichimaru Gin. When it came to her own love life, the blonde was much more private ------ and while she thought she played off her lover's previous indiscretions quite well ( as well as their 'unofficial' relationship prior to his defection from the Soul Society ) Rangiku's body language always gave her away. She wasn't as good of a liar as she thought she was.... not when it came to something, or someone, that truly mattered to her.

So when Orihime asked such a genuine, heartfelt question, Rangiku found herself at a momentary loss for words. The ever bubbly, ever so confident mask slipped away as she considered the younger woman's words. Love... how do you know, really, when you're in love?

❝ Well... -----I suppose the best way to describe the shift from a cute little crush to full-blown love is the shift in your feelings. You think about them without even realizing it. You consider how they would feel with even the most mundane decisions, and want to include them in anything and everything. When something happens, whether good or bad, they're the first person you want to talk to... and you feel so comfortable around them, that it's almost like ----- well, it's almost like just thinking about them, or being with them, starts to feel like home for you. You feel... safe, with them. You know them for who they really are, and not just for what or who they decide to portray themselves as to the rest of the world. ❞

❝ As for telling them you love them, ❞ Rangiku began, her eyes shifting away from the floor so that they could hold Orihime's tender gaze, ❝ ----That's always the scariest part. ❞ The blonde then reached out to hold Orihime's hands within her own, and offered an encouraging squeeze. ❝ Anytime you bare your soul and allow yourself to be vulnerable in the presence of someone you love, it's terrifying. But the way I look at it, telling someone you love them isn't so much about how they might feel in return ---- it's more so about how you feel about them. How much you care about them, and adore them for who they truly are. ❞

❝ As scary as it is to be so open and honest about what you're feeling, it's also so... freeing. Love isn't something to feel nervous or ashamed of, Orihime-chan ----- it's something worth celebrating. ❞

With that, Rangiku leaned forward a bit, her voice dropping down to a mere whisper in the redhead's ear. ❝ And if you-know-who doesn't celebrate your love when you finally tell him, you have my word that I'll kick his ass into gear, ❞ she declared with confidence, and an all-too-knowing wink.

#i hope you don't mind me replying to this super duper late!!! i'm finally going through my ask box and trying to get to as much as i can #fhdsjkhfksdj #inouehs #and there are so many wonderful asks from you that i'm dying to reply to! ;w;#thank u so much for sending I LOVE RANGIKU AND ORIHIME SO MUCH #the best of friends ;_; IM WEAK #ic ( rangiku. )#these new fears ; i carry with me ( v. )#ask ; answered.

4 notes · View notes

dokuhai · 6 months

Note

❝ Y'oughtta dress like this more often, ❞ a slow drawl escaped a subtly fanged mouth, lips upturned into a wicked grin whilst a sharpened index finger drew itself slowly along the slope of her collarbone. A nice low-cut tank top, wasn't it? It certainly emphasized the Hunter's figure in all the right ways. A hot summer's day was Gin's to thank for this, no doubt, though the vampire would've been more miserable about the weather were he not shaded and also sufficiently distracted by her show of skin. He could flirt and boast of his lowered body temperature if she wanted to cool off --

❝ As much as I like th' whole leather jacket look, this's got its perks. ❞ A smooth sliding of his hand grazed over her shoulder, playfully nudging off the thin strap of both her top and undergarment in one sweep. Gin dipped his head down to press a mouthy kiss to the skin bared, the threat of fangs ever-near and tracing along her skin with a slight scrape -- a hot breath tickling the space between her neck and shoulder. ❝ Makes me wanna bite ya. ❞

summertime vamp!au vibes uwu

THE WARMTH OF SUMMER ALWAYS SOUGHT TO SNUFF OUT THE DARKER ASPECTS OF THEIR CITY. Vampires and other supernatural beings that normally walked the streets at all hours of the night were now limited in their exposure; the longer days and shorter nights were often unkind to those freshly turned. Matsumoto Rangiku had always been a summer soul ----- alive under the sun's warm rays, her skin glistening as golden strands were braided into a loose updo; a mere attempt to stay cool as she finally ended her bartending shift down in one of the grimier parts of Karakura City.

As she closed down the bar and readied herself for her second shift of the evening ( Hunters rarely slept at night, after all ) Rangiku felt her heart skip a beat as Gin made his presence known; that signature smile of his was all but drinking her in, the sound of his voice luring her in, beckoning her to stand before him. Rangiku matched his smile with her own sly grin, and unconsciously tilted her neck to the side. SHE MEANT TO BE PLAYFUL, OF COURSE ----- flirtatious as he approached her with all too familiar hands, his index finger cool against her skin as he sought to drag it along the length of an exposed collarbone.

❝ H'oh? I'll take it as you like my outfit, then...~ ❞ she teased, her voice low as his hand moved to nudge the thin, flimsy strap of her top off of her shoulder. Along with that strap went the one responsible for holding her bountiful bosom in place ----- Rangiku's lips parted as Gin's mouth met with the skin of her neck, her chest rising as she took in a shaky breath. Gods, his mouth felt so incredible on her skin... She couldn't help lean into him further, her eyes closing as she all but lost herself in the heat of the moment.

Truth be told, she wouldn't have minded if he bit her. She trusted him, completely ----- Rangiku knew fully well how in control of himself he was ( the imprint of his hand seared into her side was a testament to how well he could maintain composure whilst covered in her blood; her entire being had been left vulnerable and exposed that evening as she had danced along the edges of oblivion. )

❝ I wouldn't say no, if it's any consolation, ❞ she hummed into his silver hair as his mouth continued to linger at her pulse. ❝ But I'd hate to ruin this nice white blouse that you happen to love oh so much....~ ❞

#devil underneath your grin ; kyuketsuki ( v. )#godkilller #replies to this ask 749823648923 years later #:")#ic ( rangiku. )

4 notes · View notes