Hi all :) I'm having a bit of a writer's block with my other stories so I thought that I would write some fairly meaningless prompts for our favourite boys... All these prompt were taken from a random word generator.

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ENJOY :D

PROMPT 1 - #SHINE

The favourite part of Hitsugaya's day had to be waking up. Not because he was a morning person - prior to contrary belief, he was most definitely not a morning person - but it was because he enjoyed basking in the mellow morning sunlight. But - most of all - it was to see the man lying beside him, the light of his life, obilvious to the world, and his orange crowned head positively glittering in the sunshine, shining like a halo. Now this... This he could wake up to for the rest of his life...

PROMPT 2 - #FUTILE

A blur of orange and black sped past, air tousling the vibrant locks.

"TOSHIRO! TOSHIRO, WHERE ARE YOU?" the orange crowned teen screamed desperately, only to be replied to by silence. Swallowing the bile that rose in his throat, he ploughed forward, frantically searching for his tiny lover amongst the rubble and debris.

"TOSHIRO, PLEASE! ...Please..." His hope fading, the last word was nothing more than a broken whisper. Who knew that Aizen had planted a bomb with in his own body - a sort of last ditch attempt at ending the Soul Society if he were to loose the war. The substitute stumbled, tripping over his own feet, finally halting. He sank to his knees, contemplating the futility of the situation.

"Mmm..."

The orange crowned head snapped round at the pained groan, chocolate eyes searching desperately for the source of the agonised moan.

"T-Toshiro...?"

"Mmm..."

There. He had pinpointed it. A huge slab of what looked like a roof, possibly a bit of an outside wall, lying at a funny angle. Scrambling to his feet, hooking his callused hands round the concrete, he gave an almighty heave, his strained shoulder screaming out in agony. Clenching his eyes shut, Ichigo gave on last push, praying that what was underneath wasn't more than he could handle... The concrete landed on the ground with a thud, bits flying off here and there, the whole piece splitting down the middle.

The orange crowned teen slowly, oh so slowly, turned around, dreading what he already knew he was going to see. There, lying face-down in a pool of his own blood, was his tiny lover. Never, in all the time he had known the tiny captain, did Ichigo ever this he seemed defenceless or vulnerable - despite his appearance or stature. But right now, the boy looked so exposed, so unprotected, that before the teen knew it, a sob rose in his chest, tearing out of his throat. Crouching down, he rolled the snowy crowned captain over, bending down to place a tender kiss on his cracked lips.

"...Ichigo..." Teal eyes cracking open, his hand making to cup the substitute's tear stained face, but not quite making it.

"Shh..." said the substitute, gently lifting the injured boy off the blood-stained, eliciting a whimper. "Let me get you out of here..."

PROMPT 3 - #MUTANT

"Don't you ever believe a word they said. Do you hear me?!"

"But they said - "

"I don't care what they said, they were just stupid kids from Rukongai! Godamn it, Toshiro, you are not a freak!"

PROMPT 4 - #BLUNT

"You'll be there all day if you do it like that... Why don't you just use the proper tools?"

"Because I made a bet!"

"A bet? With whom, Ichigo?"

"Renji... Whoever can get there zanpaktou the sharpest using just a rock wins..."

"Isn't it sharp enough yet? You've been out here for hours."

"Oh no, no, no. I am not losing this!"

"Why are you getting in such a state, it's just a silly bet."

"The loser has to run round the Kuchiki mansion naked, and deal with the consequences if we get caught!"

"Oh dear Lord! Why do I have anything to do with you?!"

PROMPT 5 - #DEFORMITY (part 1)

Slowly, the bandages that had been covering the captain's face for months were unwrapped, Unohana's expert hands carefully detangling the mound of white cloth. Ichigo knew his prickly lover had been burnt badly - he had known from instant he laid eyes on his screaming lover. The image of the snowy boy clutching his face, writhing around in pain, was not one that would ever leave him. It's safe to say that the Espada that thought it would be funny to see the tiny captain cry out in sheer terror was no longer breathing... Ichigo and Rangiku had made sure of that.

The final bandage was unwrapped and the fiery substitute waited on baited breath as the motherly captain moved out of the way. The left side of the captain's face was completely marred by scarring, the wax-like tissue spreading from him misshapen ear to one side of his nose and down to just above his barely-there Adam's apple. Cautiously, teal eyes cracked open - after months in the dark, the captain was nearly blinded by the sunlight. The motherly captain understood the boy's discomfort and shut the blinds, dimming the light to a more bearable level. After a few moments, cerulean eyes opened completely, his right eye sparkling like freshly-cut diamond, but his left was matt and foggy, the place where his pupil should have been was glazed over by a white film like substance just below the surface, completely unseeing.

None of that mattered to Ichigo, who was grinning like an idiot - he was just glad to see his lovers face (scarred or not) again. To him, the tiny captain was still the most beautiful thing to ever grace this universe.

A small hand lifted to feel the newly uncovered skin, fingertips tracing there way over the scars, as if trying to map his new face.

"I'm afraid we weren't able to save your left eye, Captain Hitsugaya. The scars will require extensive looking after - I will be prescribing you an anti-inflammatory moisturising cream that will need to be applied daily to you face and twice daily to the scaring on you back, chest and sides. If you don't, the scars will harden and make it hard for you to breathe and move."

"Thank you, Captain Unohana" the small captain managed to say, still clearly in a daze. The motherly captain bowed, exiting the room, sensing the two boys needed some time alone.

The firey substitute walked across the private room, a warm smile adorning his face. Teal eyes snapped to look at him when a callused hand brushed over the unscarred part of the prodigy's face. The teen bent down for a kiss, his lips only just meeting the cracked ones before he was pushed away, petite hands shoving him almost harshly.

"You don't have to pretend..." the captain mumbled, eyes cast downwards, dragging his knees up to his chest, the teal eyes so clearly portraying hurt and disgust.

Slightly shocked by the unexpected emotions, the orange crowned teen sat down on the bed next to his lover, slipping a finger under the marred chin, tilting the snow topped head upwards, forcing the captain to look at him.

"What's this about, Toush? Pretend what?"

"You don't have to pretend like I'm still attractive, like you find me attractive...I'm hideous..."

Black blocked out his sighted eye, leaving him completely blind to the world, as the tiny captain was pressed against a solid chest, cocooned within the orange-topped teen's arms.

"Don't you ever, ever, say that to me again. Hitsugaya Toshiro..." the teen pulled away slightly, bending down to be press his forehead on his lover's "You are the single most beautiful thing in this world to me, no matter what happens, no matter what you do, that will always stay the same, I promise... I love you so, so much..."

The captain gave no verbal reply, just snuggled a little more in the substitute's hold, a small smile pulling at his singed lips. Maybe... Just maybe, life wouldn't be as bad as he thought...

PROMPT 5 - #DEFORMITY(part 2)

A contented sigh left the tiny captain's marred lips as callused hands ran over his back, massaging the soothing cream into his injured back. As the warm hands travelled up his back again, the snow crowned boy couldn't help the small moan that escaped his lips. The fiery teen chuckled and dipped down to plant a kiss on the boy's uninjured cheek. Slipping his hands under the lithe body in front of him, he delicately rolled his lover over to lay on his back. He had been massaging the snow-crowned captain's back for over an hour now - and it showed. Teal eyes were only just cracked open, the snow-topped head rolled floppily onto the broad shoulder as the substitute moved him, the thin frame completely limp in the teen's hold. Ichigo knew the tiny captain wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer

"Mmm..." the prodigy moaned, not wanting to be moved from his very comfortable position on the futon.

"Shh... I got you, Toush... Easy..." the fiery teen bent down, kissing the pale forehead, before spreading the cream over his hands. Gently, he started massaging it into the boy's thin chest, praying that this would actually work. Unohana had given the tiny captain strict instructions, telling him that - in the long run - the burns would eventually feel like normal skin, provided - of course - he looked after them well. The orange-crowned teen knew it was going to be a long road to recovery, however, he planned to be with his diminutive lover every step of the way. Honestly, the fiery teen couldn't wait for his lover to recover - it was border-line agony watching his once incredibly capable and independent lover struggle with everyday tasks: He couldn't train like he used to, after all, he basically had to re-master all his techniques to adapt to only being able to see out of one eye. He couldn't even do his beloved paperwork as sitting on the office chair strained his fragile back too much. And, the most heart-breaking of all, was that his poor baby dragon couldn't even breathe properly, the scars on his chest and back constricting the movements of his diaphragm. As if to prove his point, there was a soft snore from just in front of him. Chocolate eyes gazed at the slumbering boy with a mixture of affection, concern and protectiveness.

Finishing rubbing the cream into the slowly rising and falling chest, the fiery teen shifted so he was next to the snow-crowned head. Tender touches gently spread the healing cream onto the marred flesh on the boy's face and neck, the orange-topped teen taking care as to not wake the exhausted captain - a task in itself when said captain was as lighter sleeper and one Hitsugaya Toshiro. Satisfied with his work, the substitute placed the tube to one side. He then gently lifted the unconscious boy so he was lying on his side, in the hopes that he could breathe a little easier. Pulling the comforter over them, the fiery teen braced the warm bundle in front of him, protecting his somewhat noisy slumber from the rest of the equally noisy world. Placing a chaste kiss on the pale forehead, the teen settled down, snuggling into the futon.

"God, I hope you recover quickly... I promise you, I'll never let you suffer like this again..."

TA-DAA :)

I know there aren't that many prompts there but I still hope you enjoyed it.

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