where the heart rests, pt 1
A fix-it fic, of sorts. Canon-compliant. This is me, trying to grieve, trying to heal, trying to make sense of the nonsense that was the final Bleach chapter. I know there have been an influx of sad IR fics over the past month as people try to come to terms with this ending, and I promise I’ll contribute something less angsty soon for those who want to ignore the last chapter altogether. But the first step for me personally in any sort of healing process has always been understanding the cause of the pain. So this is me, trying to understand what could possibly have happened in the void ten years for us to reach… this.
This fic is canon-compliant, with all the heartbreaking implications that phrase entails. Yes, it’s going to be painful to read as an IR shipper. But despite that, I hope you’ll give it a go, because the ending to this fic (hopefully, if I’ve done my job right) embodies everything that the IR ship has ever embodied for me: faith, hope, and an unwavering courage and determination to forge on against impossible odds. The ending to this fic embodies why I won’t give up shipping them, even after ‘canon’ has ground us into the dust. In a way, I’m almost glad canon’s gone so completely off the rails; it’s given me a chance to explore the worst possible outcome for the IR ship, and demonstrate how even from these circumstances they’ll find their way back to each other. Across a thousand worlds, across a thousand lifetimes, in every AU and version of reality, in every single grain of possibility and every alternate future that Yhwach has ever seen—none of that matters. In all of those instances, they’ll find a way. As Rukia once told Ichigo all those chapters ago—they’ll always make their way back to each other, through whatever means necessary.
And I believe her. I believe them.
I want to invite you to believe with me.
Title: where the heart rests
Pairings: ichi/ruki, forever and always. eventual ishi/hime. Peripheral IH, because we’re canon-compliant.
Warnings: IH 686-compliance i kid, I kid. No warnings. This doesn’t even have adultery in it! (Although, that might depend on your definition of what adultery is. No physical adultery in this one, at least. That’s…. coming in a different fic lmao)
Rating: T, for tragedy teenagers and up
Part 1// Winner, Loser, Victor, Prisoner
It was supposed to end with this.
It was supposed to end with him; the final enemy, the antithesis of all they stood for. It was supposed to end here, and they were supposed to rebuild. To heal. It was all supposed to be sunlit from now on. Everything, all of it, all their struggles and conflicts and misery, was supposed to end with Yhwach—
So then why, Rukia wonders, is it still raining?
When he stumbles back through the portal, Ishida and Renji on either side of him, the first thing Rukia notices are his eyes. She feels a trickle of something cold and fearful down her spine. She’s seen those eyes before on him. She’s seen those eyes before, and they are not the eyes of a victor.
“Is he—“ she starts, but he cuts her off before she can finish, getting to his knees before her and sweeping a hand over Inoue’s forehead.
“Is she alright?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“I—yes, for now,” Rukia answers, taken aback, and he raises his head to meet her gaze. “I performed some kido on her to stem the superficial bleeding, but I do not think her injuries are life-threatening. Ichigo, is he—gone? What happened?”