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"Dark Wishes"

Gift for: @devilatelier

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The pizza guy

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Happy birthday, @devilatelier ! I hope you have many OOGA BOOGAs today!

Under the cut cause there’s a bit of blood

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chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

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Treasure

Summary:

In the Demon Slayer’s Village, warriors become family, and lost souls find a place to belong.

Happy birthday @devilatelier Read on ao3 or below

You gave me this plot bunny months ago. I have never watched the new series, so please humor me with what I think would have happened if Sango and Miroku returned to rebuild the Slayers village. Sending you all of the love and wishing you the most wonderful day💜🩷

Sango looked around the village, the morning sun casting a golden glow over the dew kissed earth, making it sparkle. The distant sound of water splashing as dishes were washed mixed with the soft murmur of laughter, bringing a small smile to her lips as she set the last target for the day's practice.

Nearby, Kohaku stretched as the children filed out in a joyous procession. Most days, Sango found herself lost in the routine, the runny noses, the training, the endless cycle of rebuilding. But then there were days like today, days that felt like a dream. Settling in the shade of a tree, she watched her clan buzz around the grounds.

Miroku exited their hut with Hisui at his heels, a wide smile on his lips. The two made their way toward Momiji and Botan, already seated in quiet meditation at the center of the garden. Kohaku barely had a moment to react before Kin’u and Gyokuto dropped from Kirara’s back in a perfectly timed surprise attack, sending them all tumbling to the ground in laughter. Nearby, Serina, Suekichi, and Suzuna giggled at the spectacle.

Meanwhile, Shippo, Satsuki, Chiyo, and Soten had barely glimpsed the morning sun, having chosen instead to start their day in the old armory. The four had turned into quite the inventors, and their creations were scattered throughout the village, a testament to their creativity. Sango marveled at how their ingenuity had breathed new life into the tools and weapons left behind.

She exhaled softly, content as she watched the village thrive. The years of hardship, loss, and rebuilding had not been in vain. On mornings like this, it almost felt like the past had faded away entirely.

A shadow flickered overhead as Kirara landed gracefully nearby, her twin tails flicking playfully. Kin’u and Gyokuto scrambled back to their feet, laughing, while Kohaku, ever patient, ruffled their hair before pulling them into a quick embrace.

"Not bad," he admitted with a grin. "But you'll have to do better next time."

Miroku caught Sango’s eye and smiled knowingly. Hisui, now seated cross legged with Momiji and Botan, had already closed his eyes in concentration, perfectly mirroring his father’s meditation posture. The sight tugged at Sango’s heart, a mixture of pride and nostalgia.

This village was no longer just a place of warriors, a fortress against demons. It had become a home. A home filled with laughter, new beginnings, and family.

She wasn’t sure when it had happened exactly. They had returned to her village about a year after Kagome came back. At first it was just Shippo and the three miroku-spawn, but then one day Shippo came home with Satsuki. The human girl with hard eyes and a kind smile, who wore a quartz jewel that was sacred. 

She had an unshakable will and a quiet strength that reminded Sango of herself in her younger years. Satsuki had been wary at first, uncertain if she truly belonged in a village of demon slayers, but over time, she proved herself through her skill and determination. It wasn’t long before she became one of them, as much a sister to Kin’u and Gyokuto as she was a rival to Hisui in training.

Not long after, Shippo returned again, this time with Soten. The last of the thunder demon tribe, Soten had once sworn to best Shippo in battle, but years of rivalry had melted into camaraderie. She arrived with her head held high, refusing to ask for a place to stay, but the truth was clear in her eyes, she had nowhere else to go. Her brothers were gone, her home long since faded into memory.

Miroku, ever the wise one, had welcomed her in without hesitation. "It takes a village to raise even the fiercest warriors," he had said with a knowing smile.

Then there were Serina and Suzuna. 

They had first met them years ago during her travels with Inuyasha and the others. They had been little then, two sisters orphaned by a demon attack, living in a remote village plagued by the very creatures that had taken their parents. Sango had fought to protect them, had seen the fear in their eyes, the way they clung to each other, determined to survive in a world that had given them no kindness.

She hadn’t known what had become of them after that. But years later, after the dust had settled and Naraku was gone, Serina and Suzuna had found their way to the slayers' village once again. They were older now, stronger, hardened by the years in between. They had trained on their own, teaching themselves to fight, to hunt, to survive. But a life of wandering had left them weary. They had come not asking for help, but for a place to belong.

And Sango had given it to them.

At first, they had been cautious, unwilling to trust too easily. But Kin’u and Gyokuto had drawn them in, Hisui had trained with them, and Miroku, through patience and kindness, had shown them that family was not just something you were born into. It was something you found.

Suekichi had sought them out on his own after hearing of the demon slayers’ village revival. After being saved from the false water god, he felt he owed them a life debt. They had tried to refuse him, insisting that no debt was necessary, but he would hear none of it. Eventually, they compromised. If he wished to dedicate his life to others, he would do so not out of obligation, but as a trained slayer. He threw himself into his training with determination, carrying the same unwavering courage that had once led him to sacrifice himself for another.

Chiyo, on the other hand, had not come of her own accord. She had been under the care of Dr. Suikotsu, a kind physician with a dark, fractured soul as a member of the Band of Seven. She had witnessed the horrors of his transformation, the destruction of her village, and the cruel weight of fate tearing apart what little safety she had known. Orphaned and traumatized, she had nowhere to go. 

They had been asked to help her, and Sango had taken Chiyo in without hesitation. When she arrived at the demon slayers’ village, it was not with the resolve of a warrior but the silent plea of a child seeking refuge. She had been hesitant at first, quiet and watchful, but over time, she had found her place among the trainees. What once had been fear in her eyes turned to determination, her grief shaping her into someone who wished not just to survive but to protect others from suffering as she had.

And then, of course, there was Kohaku.

Sango had once feared that he would never find peace, that his past would always weigh too heavily on his shoulders. But now, watching him wrestle with Kin’u and Gyokuto, his laughter mixing with theirs, she knew those fears had been unfounded. He had stayed in the village not out of obligation, but because he had chosen to. Because he belonged here.

Miroku settled beside her under the shade of the tree, his presence warm and steady. "You’re thinking too much again," he murmured, amusement in his tone.

Sango smiled, leaning slightly against him as she took in the sight of their family. Some by blood, others by fate, all of them bound together by something deeper than mere circumstance.

"I suppose I am," she admitted. "It still amazes me sometimes… how much has changed."

Miroku chuckled, his voice carrying that familiar warmth. "That’s the nature of things, isn’t it? We fight to protect what we have, and in return, we are given something new."

She exhaled softly. "I just hope it lasts."

He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.

"It will," he assured her, his fingers lacing through hers. Then, after a pause, he added in that smooth, teasing tone, "Especially if you continue to look at me with such devotion, my dear Sango."

Sango scoffed, though the way her thumb instinctively brushed against the back of his hand betrayed her amusement. "Devotion? Is that what you call it?"

"Of course," Miroku replied smoothly. "I see it in your eyes even now, pure adoration for your beloved husband."

She gave him a sidelong glance, unimpressed. "I was actually admiring the peace and quiet."

"Ah," he mused, unbothered. "Which I provide, by the way. A strong, dependable husband who grants you such moments of reflection."

Sango rolled her eyes, but before she could craft a proper retort, Miroku lifted their joined hands and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles. His lips barely brushed her skin, but the gesture sent warmth up her arm nonetheless.

"You can deny it all you like," he murmured against her fingers, "but I know the truth."

Sango sighed, feigning exasperation, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "I suppose putting up with you is a small price to pay for moments like this."

Miroku smirked. "Ah, so you do treasure me."

She closed her eyes, a small, knowing smile forming on her lips. "Hmm. Maybe."

Miroku tilted his head, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the crown of her head. "Then I am truly the luckiest man alive."

Sango let the moment settle around them, the hum of their village filling the air, the laughter of their children, the rustling of the trees, the warmth of morning sunlight filtering through the leaves. This unpredictable, unwavering love was theirs.

“Treasure.”

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He stands at the door waiting for Kagome to come back

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This has been sitting as a scratchy WIP for a LONG time

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Attention all readers.

This is the pre-outage announcement for the AO3 Impending absence. We are now inviting those with hyper fixations, and any multi chapter enjoyers requiring extended access, to begin downloading at this time. Please get your smut and fluff ready. Regular reading will begin again at approximately 5pm UTC on 7 Feb.

Thank you.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha Characters: Higurashi Kagome, InuYasha (InuYasha), Koga Additional Tags: Romance, What-If, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

My just-for-fun take on if Kagome had met Koga much earlier in the series. There are definitely continuity errors/plot holes with the main plot, but that’s okay, we’re just going to allow that. Working title lol. I started writing this during novel month and had such a good time with the plot, and its been a while since I shared anything! This is not a Kog/Kag story - still InuKag :) Updates may be slower because of things.

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"The Girl Who Overcame Time... and the Boy Who Was Just Overcome" Inuyasha: Season 1, Episode 1 (2000)

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You good?

Kagome glanced up from her spot on the couch, wedged between a snoring dog and cat watching her with wide, skeptical eyes.

“Miroku, stop hitting on the innkeeper, we have shit to do!” Inuyasha screamed into the mic. Kagome laughed as she watched the avatar run across the screen, red robes glowing in the light projected onto the monitor. 

“Need anything, yasha?” she called, carefully extracting herself to fetch another cup of tea.

“Wha?” Inuyasha called, haphazardly jerking off the right ear of his headset while glancing at her with frantic eyes.

Kagome rolled her eyes with lighthearted annoyance “You good?” 

“Yea babe.” He flashed her a toothy grin before snapping his headphones back on and returning his attention to the game.

Shaking her head, Kagome wandered into the kitchen and set about the small rituals of making the peppermint green tea she loved in the colder months. The muffled jeers and laughter from the next room mingled with the quiet hiss of the kettle, the steam curling into the air like a fleeting whisper. She carried the warm mug carefully back to the couch, feeling his gaze on her the moment she entered.

Smirking, she added an extra sway to her hips as she slid into her spot. Catching her eye, he leaned back in his chair, his grin widening as he turned toward her.

“I’m going to say this to you because I love you.” His voice dropped, eyes meeting hers with an intensity usually only seen in bed. “That match,” he raised a finger, pointing at her with a teasing smirk,  “was perfect.”

Her lips curved into a slow smile, eyes narrowing in playful challenge. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup.” His chair swiveled back to face the screen, the glow of battle lighting up his grin.

“Still got it.”  

Happy birthday @turtleduckstudios! I hope your next trip around the sun is full of joy

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Stream sketches! We’ll do it again another day!

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You Don’t Even Know Me

Chapter 2

The prompt for the 31st is to say something nice about your own work, I am really not good at that.

Connecting with all of you was only possible because I decided to share my work. I will be forever grateful to have met, interacted, and shared with all of you. That was only possible thanks to my work.

You Don’t Even Know Me

Summary:

Inuyasha is no stranger to pain, but the miasma poisoning his system refuses to let him heal. Kagome must push past his mistrust and her own limits. After all, his life isn’t the only one at risk.

Written for Whumpuary 2025

Artwork - An Ancient Barn at Shoreham by Samuel Palmer

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, idk don't ask me I just wrote it

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Moments out of time