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kstewdeux · 2 years ago

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@inukag-week 2023 | May 29 | Prompt “Love Languages”

Summary: Inuyasha enjoys when someone takes care of him.

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Holding the cup of noodles in hand, Inuyasha sat at the kitchen table and waited semi-patiently for Kagome to arrive back home from school. It was a stupid thing to be excited about - especially considering this was far from the first time - but he knew - for an absolute fact - that Kagome had gotten this particular cup of noodles in this particular flavor for him.

Only for him.

It was sad how happy that made him. How happy all the little things Kagome did made him. She always made sure to bring his favorite things. She was considerate and paid attention to what he liked and what he didn’t. That one time she’d tried out a new shampoo that made him turn green, he noticed that she immediately stopped using it. He never said anything and she still noticed. She only used unscented things since then. Made sure food wasn’t spicy. And Kagome made sure he drank water and that he ate and brushed his hair. Cleaned up every injury no matter how minor.

She did all sorts of things and each little gesture had his heart doing to a flip flop. Kagome somehow made every day better.

And after a week like this, he definitely wanted Kagome to make everything better.

Chewing his bottom lip, he played with the plastic wrap a little and hummed.

“I’m home!” Kagome called out and with a happy little smile, Inuyasha immediately rushed over.

“Oh! You’re here. Were you-“ she abruptly trailed off when the noodle cup was aggressively thrust in her face. Irritation crept into her features.

“Let me guess. You don’t know how to make noodles despite being given step by step instructions?”

A blush bloomed across his nose but he wasn’t deterred. He really needed this. To the point where he was willing to use words.

“I can make the noodles but I like when you do it,” he explained with a dopey little smirk. The cup of noodles was wiggled a little in front of her unimpressed face.

“You are perfectly capable of making your own noodles Inuyasha,” Kagome sighed heavily as she turned around and began heading up to her room. She missed the way Inuyasha’s ears drooped and the way he slowly cradled the noodles against his chest. The surprise then the hurt that played out on his face. From her vantage point in the hallway, however, Mama noticed.

She moved into the kitchen.

“Oh, are you hungry sweetheart?. Let me do that for you,” she offered kindly as she moved to the stove and grabbed the kettle. Inuyasha hesitated for a moment before making his way over.

“No. No I’m not hungry,” he muttered as he placed the noodles on the counter, “Sorry. I didn’t -“

Mama turned around and leaned against the counter. The look she gave him was a little too knowing.

Panic.

“I was just trying to annoy her. I dunno,” Inuyasha lied quickly (poorly) as he shrugged and tried (failed) to project snarky attitude, “I didn’t think she’d be that pissed over it.”

Mama’s face softened and she pushed off to head towards the fridge.

“Well I need to make dinner anyway. Is there anything you‘d like?” she asked in a kind, encouraging tone, “I think I have some steak. Or fish.”

“Steak is the cow meat, right?” Inuyasha asked - his eyes were hopeful. Mama smiled and nodded.

“You liked it that one time, right? When I know you’re coming, I try to buy some. Just in case,” she continued in a warm tone - noting the way shocked awe flashed across his face quicker than he could hide the feeling behind attitude.

“I mean if you have it.”

Mama smiled and opened the fridge. Inuyasha’s eyes flicked to the pickled radishes with an unreadable expression but looked away before Kagome’s mother could notice him staring.

“Kagome cooks a lot, huh?” Inuyasha asked casually as he shadowed the woman back over to the counter. Setting down the various food items, Mama glanced at him. There was something strange in his gaze - understanding maybe? Guilt definitely.

“She used to but she hasn’t in a while,” she offered in a warm, unsuspecting tone as she moved about collecting the knives and cutting board, “I think the last time I saw her cook was when-“

“When she cooked for us,” Inuyasha finished numbly - the lost little look he’d had when Kagome turned him down back full force. His ears drooped and he sighed in a resigned fashion, “Did…did she ever say anything about that?”

Mama paused then slowly placed the cutting board down.

“I don’t understand the question.”

He didn’t seem capable of clarifying as he began breathing a little heavily and glanced towards the stairs.

“Inuyasha?”

Shaking himself, the boy turned back towards her and gave the matriarch a tight lipped smile.

“Just wondering if…if she mentioned doing it again. I liked it,” he offered - both a partial truth and also a complete lie. In terms of the picnic she’d made that day, he was not a fan of the egg dish itself -too salty although the rest of it was okay - but the fact that she’d very obviously cooked the entire meal with him in mind…

That part he very much liked. In fact, thinking about it even now made me very happy.

But she’d been upset. Angry almost. Hurt. In hindsight, nobody really complimented her hard work. Miroku even went so far as to say something to the tune of everyone forcing themselves to eat it. Then came his dumbass talking about pickled radishes being the only good thing and-

Inuyasha swallowed.

No wonder she didn’t want to cook his ramen. Thinking about it now, she hadn’t really helped with cooking since then. Usually Sango or Miroku prepared their food. Kagome brought ramen for him - yeah - and would boil water but that was about it.

He’d ruined something she enjoyed. Something she’d done which had made him very happy. He’d made her sad.

He should fix that. Tell her something nice so she kept doing nice things for him. He wasn’t sure he’d survive if that suddenly stopped. He was far too spoiled at this point.

Before he fully processed what in the seven hells he was doing with his life, he was standing outside her door.

Taking a shaky breath, he raised his hand to knock but the door swung open and a very grumpy Kagome was scowling up at him.

“I am not making your-“

“I like when you make me food."

Kagome's eye twitched.

"Inuyasha, I'm busy right now. I am not going to -"

More panic. Bubbling and churning until bile tickled his throat because she was going to stop doing things for him and he would not survive doing everything on his own. He couldn't go back to how things used to be. He just couldn't.

"How can you be so stupid?! Shit you do makes me happy idiot. You make me happy. Really, really happy. I can't-“

Inuyasha’s confession abruptly cut off and he went rigid.

Oh no. What had he done?

A heartbeat passed then he ran. Practically fell down the stairs. Like the coward he was, he made a stiff beeline for the well and went into hiding. Kinda. Does finding the highest branch in the Sacred Tree and pressing your body against the bark count?

Probably a good plan because shortly after he got situated, Kagome popped her head over the edge of the well and pushed herself up.

Inuyasha did not like being prey and he especially did not enjoy the predatory way Kagome stalked towards the tree.

She wouldn’t ‘sit’ him from this height, would she? She was a smart girl and clearly already knew where he was.

“Where is the ramen?” she ground out - her hand falling open like she expected the cup to fall from heaven, “Hand it over.”

Oh no. No no no no no…

Not the ramen. Anything but the ramen.

“It’s mine. You got it for me so you can’t take it,” Inuyasha hissed shakily although he made no move to say that to her face. He was very comfortable in his chosen branch and was honestly too mortified to come down. That and he’d left the ramen on the counter with Kagome’s mother. He couldn’t hand it over even if he wanted to.

Letting out a shaky breath, he covertly glanced down and noticed that her expression had gone from pissed to soft. And concerned like she’d put something together and whatever it was broke her heart.

“I am not going to steal the ramen Inuyasha. I want to make it for you. Taking care of you makes me happy,” she sighed wearily, “But would it kill you to say please and, you know, ask nicely? You just pushed it into my face. You didn’t ask.”

Still shaking, Inuyasha elected to remain quiet and silent.

He listened as she sighed heavily.

“Inuyasha, please don’t hide from me,” she murmured - her voice sounding a little pained, “Will you come down? I promise I’m not going to take away something that matters to you. This isn’t a trick.”

Inuyasha was confused by this statement and also terrified. Confused and terrified because his heart knew Kagome would never, ever, ever hurt him and yet his mind had panicked thinking - however briefly - she’d do just that. He expected the worst from her.

Dammit. This was only happening because he’d stupidly admitted he was weak and needed someone to take care of him. Well, needed was the wrong word. He wanted someone to take care of him. People doing things for him made him happy in a way other things simply didn’t.

And now she knew what made him happy. She had power over him. For some unfathomable reason, her knowing gave him the same feeling looking up at an enemy who’d pinned him down did. A spark of despair that he was about to lose everything. A realization that he never, ever had any control and all the effort he put into surviving had been pointless. A little voice whispering how useless he was and how he should’ve seen this coming.

He did this to himself. She’d stopped cooking because of him and his stupid mouth. She didn’t want to take care of him anymore. Didn’t matter that she was taking pity on him in this exact moment because if he let her, this would likely be the last time.

She was going to hurt him like he hurt her. It was only fair.

“Look, I am going to go back now,” Kagome called out in a heartbreakingly gentle tone, “I am going to make some ramen. If you want it, I’ll leave it in the kitchen, okay? I’ll even put a little name tag so no one else will eat it.”

Inuyasha closed his eyes and fought against the impulse to simply go with her now. This could only end badly.

“And I know…” she let out a controlled breath which shook, “I know I got mad but I hope you know that I love you too.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Wait, what was that now?

“All I ask is that next time you ask nicely and maybe say please. Thank you would be nice too.”

No, no hold on. Back up because he must’ve missed something. Don’t get him wrong, Kagome loving him back was the best thing ever but when exactly did he say ‘I love you’? He didn’t remember that. Sure it was true but…but…

Swallowing thickly, Inuyasha hesitantly looked down and, to his horror, Kagome was staring right back. She smiled. His eyes widened. A soft disbelieving laugh bubbled over his lips.

Holy shit.

“Hi,” she hummed affectionately - something new, confident and warm swirling in her eyes, “Inuyasha, would you like if I made you some ramen?”

After far too long a pause, he nodded and began stiffly climbing down.

Oh, right.

“Please,” he breathed anxiously once his feet lightly landed on the grass. Kagome smiled that beautiful little smile of hers. Her hand reached out and intertwined their fingers. Her thumb rubbed soft circles against his skin.

“Okay then. Let’s go make you some ramen.”

And that’s exactly what they did.

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ssukidesu · 11 months ago

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Inextricably Knotted (an Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) [Chapter 7]

Summary: Kagome Higurashi was orphaned as a baby and raised by her cruel aunt until the age of ten, after which she went to school and learned the art of service and self-suppression. Now eighteen, Kagome takes a job as the governess of Shippo, the young ward of the great and mysterious Lord Inuyasha Taisho.

But as Kagome gets to know her bemusing master, a ghost seems to haunt his estate, hinting that there is a long-lost secret hiding on the third floor.

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tag list: @heynikkiyousofine @xanthippe-writes

Chapter 7: Portraits and Wings

The presence of guests at Jidai-Ju Hall persisted into the following weekend. The days were not much changed—Shippo received most of her attention, even though she received very little of his. Despite his fascination with the goings on of the company, Kagome managed during most lessons to wrench some productivity out of him.

During the evenings, Kagome would sit as she was bid among their company silently. Her presence clearly disconcerted everyone—except him who ordered it, as he instead preferred to ignore her altogether. Kagome would pretend not to notice as she read lines of whatever book she chose to accompany her that night, with varying degrees of success.

The group would often play games—cards, billiards, darts, guessing games, and so on. Tonight—which was a misty Saturday night that hinted at spring's approach—it appeared the game of choice would be charades.

It was Mr. Taisho’s idea. “Let us test the skill of our silence,” he had proclaimed dramatically as he came into the parlor last, as he always did. The room bustled in anticipation, and during the commotion, he walked over to grab a book off the shelf adjacent to Kagome’s seat.

“Will you play?” he asked simply, gaze flicking to her face for a brief moment.

Surprised by the address, Kagome only shook her head.

To her relief, he did not insist. He returned to the heart of the room and declared himself the partner of the woman of the hour.

Lady Yura sported a fine dress of pale blue, floral buds of beads and lace decorating the sweetheart bust and form-fitting sleeves. Her short hair was distinctly straight, and a dainty white ribbon worked to frame her face as a headband. The other women in the room donned similar, though less remarkable, attire. The men wore typical vests and shed their coats once the fire’s heat permeated the room. Mr. Taisho shared the fashion.

The other pairs were named: Kagura with Ayame—the young demoness with brown hair—and Naraku with Kouga—the unfortunate recipient of Ayame’s too-frequent affections. In the last few days, Kagome had learned that both Ayame and Kouga were wolf demons, and Naraku and Kagura were some other type seemingly unassociated with a specific animal. But whatever they were, they were indeed kin of some sort, though the precise kind evaded Kagome still.

With the parties ready, Mr. Taisho opened the book, which housed charade prompts. “Who would like to go first?” he asked.

“I think we should, dear Inuyasha,” said Yura. “Someone must show everyone how it’s to be done.”

As Kagome’s grasp of the nuances between each relationship deepened, she found Yura’s air of confidence surprisingly fragile. The woman’s beauty proved unmatched; however, whenever her desired devotee did not fully satisfy her with their attention, her expression became strained, and her smile fabricated. And worse for her, Kagome thought for certain that Mr. Taisho noticed, too.

Perhaps more than anyone else, Kagome watched her master as he navigated through the weeds and waves of whatever bog this party was proving itself to be. But he did not miss a beat—every joke, he built upon masterfully; every flirt, he returned with charm. And yet, Kagome was becoming less and less convinced of the truth of her master’s affections for the woman.

When she first arrived, Kagome bristled and flinched at Mr. Taisho’s smiles and trifles with Lady Yura. But Kagome’s observations—once she gained the courage to allow them—revealed that their companionship was quite hollow.

And this was not merely the hopeful opinion of a naive girl. Kagome watched herself just as carefully, and she was confident that she was seeing with the undeceived eyes of a self-controlled woman: indeed, Kagome saw that Lord Inuyasha was going to marry Lady Yura—for rank, for family. But not for love.

And this game of charades, with all of its coquetry and costume and comedy, was nothing more than the ironic pastime of the larger parody between the players.

What frustrated Kagome the most was that, where Lady Yura failed to genuinely please Mr. Taisho, Kagome saw where she would have succeeded. Lady Yura was all too upfront: where she brushed the master’s shoulder, a subtle smirk would have proven more effective. Where she feigned bashfulness, a statement of distant confidence would have won. With the certainty of a woman, Kagome now knew what her heart had felt from the beginning: it was she who understood Mr. Taisho best. He was not to them what he was to her. They were akin to each other—more than any pair with so different experiences could be. Kagome was certain that she and Mr. Taisho shared more sympathy in a single passing glance than Yura could manage wrangling out of an entire evening.

And with all of this, Kagome remembered his words to her so many months ago: You’ve never felt jealousy, have you, Miss Higurashi? Of course you haven’t—for that would require that you experience love, first. When the day finally comes that you feel the prick, you’ll learn that one can only feel jealousy when the person usurping your love is truly better than you.

Kagome indeed did not feel jealous of Lady Yura. But the heartbreak was no easier. Perhaps if the woman had been a lady of grace and kindness, of wit and wisdom, Kagome would have been capable of blessing the union with all her heart. But it was the inferiority of Lady Yura—her inability to earnestly charm him—that kept Kagome discontented with her impending union with her master. Because he was going to marry her anyway.

Thus, she sat silently in her seat and watched as Mr. Taisho and Lady Yura, now dawning half-complete costumes relating to whatever their prompt was, enacted some sort of ceremony. The lady wore a white curtain about her body over her dress, and she draped a corner of it over her head and face like a veil. Mr. Taisho had restored his black coat to his person and added his top hat to the mix, and he filled his hands with the contents of a now-vacant flower vase and offered them to her on bended knee.

“Proposal!” cried Ayame.

“Love,” said Kouga.

“Groom!” tried Kagura.

“Bride,” concluded Kouga.

Naraku sat absently, seemingly uninterested in the game.

The two actors signed that Kouga’s latest answer was the first word in the phrase. They then disappeared behind the makeshift curtain to prepare their second performance. In the interim, Kagura leaned over to Naraku from her place beside him for a curt whisper, most likely a rebuke for his lack of enthusiasm. He met her scowl with equal fervor.

When Mr. Taisho and Lady Yura returned, their appearances had changed. Some Middle Eastern fabric had been retrieved and fashioned into scarves, which draped about the lady’s head and the master’s neck, respectively. The pair proceeded to mimic the Genesis meeting of Rebecca and Eliezer at the well—another allusion to matrimony. The only things missing were the camels.

“Bridewell,” said Kouga pridefully, and the players assented. Kagome smiled at Kouga’s obvious self-satisfaction, and she flicked her gaze to Mr. Taisho, who also seemed amused by his friend's joyous victory. Her master’s dark brows quirked, and his lips twitched into a subtle smirk.

It was then the turn of the two gentlemen, who halfheartedly managed to perform “French Ballroom” with an abundance of proud jabs at the invoked inferior country. Ayame and Kagura somehow enacted “Aurora Borealis”, the revelation taking many hard minutes of struggle from all parties.

The game ended around midnight. Kagome could not have guessed the time, as she felt so far from sleepy that she wondered if she would get any rest at all after retiring. She kept picturing Yura in her blue dress, fingers pressed against Mr. Taisho’s shoulder as they conferred together during the other pairs’ performances.

Kagome would not paint tonight, the mess seeming burdensome, but she could make do with the colored pencils that Lady Kaede had brought her alongside the paints. She began at her own desk, her draft sketches swirling and scraping on the first white page. But soon, the window above her space was abandoned by the moonlight. She had only one candle to spare, and though it had another couple of hours remaining, it was not enough.

It was likely around one thirty. Everyone would be asleep, she assured herself. Kagome gathered her materials—the pages pressed between her arm and torso and the pencils clenched in her right fist—and gripped her candle. She departed from her room and turned down the westward hallway. She came upon her desired place—a large bay window that would bear moonlight for another hour or two. Its cushioned bench was large and would fit her easily. She settled herself, placed her candle on the sill, and continued her work. She completed the final version of the first piece—its flawless face, shining black hair, and pale blue dress filling the page masterfully—only thirty minutes after; she filed it beneath her new page and began working again. She would not use color for this one.

Kagome did not know how much time it took, but she was soon finished with her own portrait. She raised and compared the two—submitting to her purpose in drawing them. Lady Yura’s was titled: “An Accomplished Lady of Rank.” Her own, which brought a cringing curl to her lip and an emptiness to her chest, was titled: “A Governess, Disconnected, Poor, and Plain.” Kagome exhaled, satisfied with her efforts in humbling her recent illogic.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” inquired a voice from beyond the raised portraits.

She managed to smother her squeal of surprise. Lowering the papers and inhaling deeply, she admired Mr. Taisho’s curious face and ruffled sleeping clothes—his white shirt again open near the collar, exposing the top sliver of his muscled chest, and loose red pants—akin to his red coat, she noticed. As frightful as his appearance often was, there was a beauty to his ruggedness, to his long hair and wrinkled shirt, to his broad shoulders and strong legs. But she was forgetting herself—forgetting already the lesson to which she had dedicated the last few hours.

She cleared her throat and brought her legs closer to herself. “Just drawing. I couldn’t sleep. And you?”

“I walk the grounds sometimes, when I’m restless. Such is part of my duties as lord here, anyway.”

“I see.”

A beat. “Can I look at them? Your drawings.”

Kagome swallowed hard, panic swelling in her chest. “I don’t know…”

Her hesitance brought a challenging look to his face. “Come on, where’s the harm? Have you made something horrible? Intimate, perhaps?”

“All my works are intimate.”

“Yes, but none have been so much so that you’ve hidden them from me before.”

“And how would you know that?” she shot back. “If I’m hiding some, by necessity you would know nothing about them.”

His smile was wolfish. “Ah. An admission?”

Kagome scowled. “A criticism of logic.”

Air left his nose in a puff. “Do you mind if I light a cigar? You’ve your creature comforts; I’d like my own.”

“I don’t mind,” she said.

He sat himself on the other side of the bench, situating his legs so that they mirrored hers. Kagome suddenly felt bashful about her slipperless feet. He seemed to notice them simultaneously, and she slid them backwards to hide them somewhat under her night gown. He made no comment, himself having bare feet, opting instead to place his cigar between his lips and pull a match from his pocket. The movement jostled the sleeves of his shirt, and Kagome noticed a single thin bandage wrapped around his forearm—exactly where he had been burned. Kagome would have asked him how it was possible that he had not fully healed after so many weeks, but the words would not form. The match’s fire erupted passionately when it scratched against his flint, then soothed to a subtle flicker. Once its duty was fulfilled, Mr. Taisho snuffed the flame. The first ring of smoke obscured his piercing gaze like a ghostly curtain.

Kagome peaked back down at the portraits in her lap. She pulled Yura’s out from beneath her own and studied it. What would be its effect on her master? The curiosity came upon her like a muse. “I don’t mind if you see this one,” she said finally, pulling it out and handing it to him.

He looked surprised at her acquiescence, his golden eyes flicking down to the paper only after he was assured by the certainty on her face. A moment passed before he spoke. “A beautiful picture of Lady Yura. You’ve captured her essence, certainly.”

Her toes curled beneath her dress. “But do you like it?”

His eyes flicked up at hers for only a second, a strange lilt in his brow forming at her inquiry. “As well as I like the person whom it depicts.”

Kagome puzzled at the riddle. She didn’t dare question his meaning further with words; instead, she felt a sudden courage unfolding in her ribs. “If I show you the other one, would it receive a more detailed review?”

Inuyasha smiled, then released a puff of smoke from his pursed lips. “If you wish.”

Wordlessly, Kagome unsheathed the second page from her lap and handed it to him. His clawed fingers took hold.

The silence was unbearable. She bit her lip and shrunk down to hide herself between her shoulders and behind her knees. Her elbows dug into her ribs like a clamp.

When he looked up, the reproachful disappointment on his face made her feel her own adolescence more than she had in years. When he spoke, his voice was slow, calculated. “The one of Yura was nothing short of perfection. This one, on the other hand… I must withhold my praise.”

She could have thrown up. Averting her eyes to the window, she focused on the moon as it peaked and wove through wispy clouds. “Why?”

“Because this is the only work of yours I’ve seen that houses a lie.”

Her head whipped back to face him. His look was serious, if not a little irritated—probably mimicking her own. “And what lie is that?”

Inuyasha retained his harsh expression, but he leaned forward till his elbows draped over his knees. “You dishonor yourself.” He brought a hand to brush an orphaned lock of hair from her face, reminding her that this was the second time he’d seen it down. His voice quieted for their increased proximity. “Do you want to hear my criticisms in greater detail?”

Kagome felt her jaw clench. She remembered the purpose behind her two drawings, and she could not help but feel that he was spitting on her efforts of self-preservation. Her words were clipped. “You may find fault with it, but a piece cannot be criticized for reflecting an artist’s thoughts and feelings. Such is the nature of art.”

His eyes seared into her own despite their focus out the window. His voice carried a firmness that reminded her of a lost friend. “A romantic attitude. But while an artist may claim immunity to mechanical criticism for such reasons, they cannot claim immunity to criticism of the perceptions themselves that produced the piece. No one is ever immune to being critiqued for their thoughts and feelings. In fact, it is these things alone that are worth criticism. All else—social rank, familial history, physical characteristics…” he paused, finally succeeding in regaining her strangely watery gaze, “…are arbitrary. Wasn’t it you who said you cared far more about judging me for the characteristics of mine you couldn’t see?”

As if struck dumb, Kagome only nodded. He tilted the page to make it visible to her, and she relented, leaning forward to join his scrutiny.

He spoke slowly, “Here, you’ve intentionally emphasized the slightest trace of defect and neutered every point of expression that gives life and light to your countenance. You’ve drained your color, dulled your eyes. Your lips have been dried out. Your lashes thinned. I have not once seen this expression on your face; even now, as annoyed as you are with me, your cheeks are alive, your eyes large with lighted emotion. Your lips…” His gaze traced her physiognomy as he spoke. Reorienting himself at her eyes, he concluded, “And you’ve left something out.”

When he didn’t elaborate, she bemoaned her curiosity and took the bait. “What have I forgotten?” Her voice sounded strange to her own ears.

His smile was half tender, half menacing. “Your wings.”

Kagome couldn’t help the tension-relieving laugh that escaped her upturned lips. Whatever he said about the color in her face, she was sure it was growing now. She folded her arms and situated her unburdened legs to cross beneath her. “My wings are retractable. I save their exhibition for times when they’re needed.”

He was pleased with her play, and he scooted forward to chase her, knees bent and closing in like a cage around her. “Oh? And what sort of times are these? I would love to see them one day.” His posture had him so forward that his face was a mere foot from hers, their lines of sight equal. The smell of his cigar, forgotten in his fingers, curled around her nose.

Kagome’s smile grew, but something in her words pierced her own heart. “Impossible. If I’ve unsheathed them, I’ve done so for flight. I’d be gone long before you could notice.”

His eyes carried a strange emotion. “And what of my traps? The invisible nets I’ve splayed out in the sky to catch runaway fairies?” At the word catch, he again intertwined his finger with a lock of her hair.

“You of all people should know that you cannot confine such creatures.”

“I said nothing of confining,” he began, leaning in even closer. Kagome watched his mouth intently, gaze locked on the points of his teeth past his lips. He continued with a whispered sardonic lilt, “I only wish to study one of God’s highest creations. After which, if she wishes to go, I’ll pack her bag myself out of good will. But only after appealing intently for her permanent residence, and sulking petulantly at my failure.”

Kagome was sure she’d turned scarlet now. She pushed his left knee with the tips of her fingers, breaking his cage. She ignored the rough intake of his breath at the contact. She cleared her throat and said, “I’m afraid I can script our play no further, Inuyasha. I was never one for theater.”

“Nor I,” he said with a grin, seemingly pleased at her using his name. His finger relinquished her strands. After a moment with no response from her, he added, “No more of this.” He dropped both papers back into her lap. “If you’re going to steal my supplies, you’ll be sure to not use them for blasphemy. I order you to fix it.”

“I’d much rather destroy and forget about them altogether, sir. Additionally, though I am your employee, I don’t see the propriety of such commands that have nothing to do with my employment as Shippo’s governess.”

If he noticed her jocular tone, he didn’t show it. “I’m not commanding you as an employer.”

Kagome’s mouth sealed shut. She waited for him to explain his meaning, but he never did, opting instead to kiss his cigar once more. His golden eyes had caught fire, their glow outshining that of the candle on the sill, whose flame flickered from the easy draft and made their shadows sway together. Scared of his elaboration should she invite it, Kagome decided that the late hour demanded her retirement, even if it meant ripping her away from this dreamlike exchange. “As you wish.”

She saw the irritation on his sharp features at her obvious self-censorship. But he let it go. He reclined to his original place leaning against the wall. “You’re tired. If you’ve any desire to sleep tonight, you must go this instant.”

If he meant it innocently, his frustrated expression and clenching fists did not help depict it. Kagome felt a ghostly finger trace up her spine at his gaze, which fought to force its way into the depths of her own to assess its secrets.

Gathering up her things, Kagome stood, holding her papers flush to her chest to hide her unbound breasts which had before been protected by her dress’s loose drape. “Goodnight, sir. You might consider trying to sleep again, as well.”

“I’ll consider it,” he said, eyes flicking down to her bare feet and the lower half of her shins, now exposed by her night gown.

Blushing bright, she bowed her head in goodbye. “Till morning,” she said.

#inukag #inextricably knotted #fanfiction #jane eyre #inuyasha #this chapter makes it officially the longest fic I've ever written!

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a-writers-blurbs · 1 year ago

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Too Many PLOT Bunnies 🐰

I think I have a problem when it comes to coming up with story ideas. 🙃

So I've come up with... you guessed it... another story idea. This one's a bit different & I was inspired by ch 29 of the book Sixty Days by snmwordbender

I'm thinking something along the lines of Sesshomaru & Inuyasha in competition for Kagome. But with a funny undertone vs serious.

I reaaaaaally have too many ideas in my head 😅😅

Maybe I should just write a book of story prompts...

#kagome higurashi #lord sesshomaru #sesshomaru #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshomaru's mother #sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fic #sesskag monthly prompt #fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha #inukag #fypage #fypシ #fyp #tumblr fyp

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forcebookish · 7 months ago

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thank you for tagging me, @ariadnekurosaki!!!

1 . How did you get into writing fanfiction?

uhh, when i was twelve i wrote horrendously bad self-insert inuyasha (and bleach?) fanfic on a now-defunct website that doesn't exist anymore lol since then i've bopped in and out of fandoms under different usernames across many platforms. often, i'll lose the muse in 2-3 year chunks, but get sucked back in for new fandoms.

except bleach. i always come back to bleach 😩

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

oh god, if we count dc, marvel, k-pop, and thai dramas (+rpf) as all their own respective fandoms (ie. not distinguishing between arrow, the flash, young justice, etc.), it's twelve - if we don't, it's almost thirty. a lot of my exo fanfics only reference other groups/solo artists, so i think that's too generous. the point is, it's a lot lol

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

on and off since i was twelve (although when i was five i wrote a picture book about the disney princesses hanging out with me), but probably a total of 8 years actually active?

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

write more. i rarely read fanfiction unfortunately D:

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

i'm less verbose and my voice is cleaner.

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

quebecois sacres.

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

when i make someone cry 😈 nah i really love detailed ones with quotations, ones that pinpoint exactly what parts hit them or meant the most to them. but tbh i love short keymashes too!

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

hmmm🤔 i don't think i write anything that out there... yet. i guess i like to write about psychic connections and niche super powers.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

ones with a lot of worldbuilding. and porn lol

10. What is the easiest type?

ones with a lot dialogue and character introspection.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

my office, the tv room, my bed, sometimes outside. i used to write in coffee shops, at the library, work (especially when i worked at the library lol) before the pandemic and i became a hermit. in gdocs, because i write on my pc, chromebook, and phone. all hours.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

there's this one prompt from the bleach kink meme that i've been thinking about for ten years that has the potential to be really gross or really hot. or both. i might write it for the >5k au event in august idk

13. What made you choose your username?

lapmonster: my twitter username for a while before i decided to start posting on ao3 so i made my ao3 to match; it's a pun on rap monster. kairumption: when i started writing exo fic this was my livejournal url; another pun, it's kai + kyrumption (from angel). it's also where my nickname rum comes from. farewellswords: my twitter username changed from lapmonster in 2019 or 2020 because bts got too popular and army were accusing me of being a namjoon anti lmao; it's a chapter title from bleach.

probably should have kept kairumption as all of them, but i like farewellswords 🤷‍♀️ tbh it would have been my url here if an inactive acc didn't already have it. because, i mean, come on.

COME ON

okaaaay let's tag: @pomslices @retiredficwriter @komari-maxx @ellasaru12 @athousandbyeol @bytheforcebook and anyone else who wants to participate! :D sorry if i forgot you!

#tag game #rum writing #writing

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neonscandal · 11 months ago

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So excited to know that you also love Link Click...! I watched it first before JJK (I know, still kinda new in thw fandom), so Cheng Xiaoshi/ Lu Guang are special to me. And after 2nd season with that finale, wow, for me it feels like came out of a fanfic. So when I got to know Gojo/ Geto somehow they remind me of Cheng Xiaoshi/ Lu Guang, cause both couples are doomed by the narative....

And what do you think after you finished TGCF? Have you read the novels? Just so you know, it is worth it to collect the books. Their story is that good. Also when you finished it, most likely you'll also have some non-canon fav couples (I have 4 non canon fav couples from TGCF)....And have you watch MDZS or SVSSS?

Sorry for my rambling, MXTX is one of my favorite author ever and I like to talk about their works. (And now I'm still depressed with the latest JJK update and nervous with the BNHA update)......

OMG SEASON TWO FINALE OF LINK CLICK ABSOLUTELY SLAYED ME. Lu Guang, the enigma that you are. This whole time!? What a damn reveal! Just thinking about it, tbh, I'm gagged. I like to guess at things, obviously, but just never even fathomed.

I don't know if I'd mentioned that before RE: Gojo and Geto but same. It might be on an anime recommendation draft 😅 Like, sure, their character design is an obvious indication but it's really all the anguish bubbling just beneath the surface. And now I need to read all the source material because I'm not sure I can wait for them to animate (even though the animation is just 😘👌🏾

For background on my experience while watching TGCF, there are a lot of cultural/religious things that were completely out of my current realm of understanding re: ascension, conditions/relation of the supernatural beings discussed, etc. but I was still able to really enjoy it without and prompted curiosity to learn more before jumping into the novels. Like, having watched and read media informed by Japanese culture (and growing up on Inuyasha), you understand the idea of youkai, general types and their dispositions, even some religious aspects to practices by priestesses and even everyday people, etc. so it's a little easier to navigate. So getting into Chinese media of a certain time period where those beliefs and practices inform the story was a challenge but it also just kind of opens your eyes to how much you don't know which is exciting. I absolutely want to check out the books because I need to know Xie Lian's whole origin (including his 17th birthday and his parents backstory) and what transpired to have created the delicate soft spot San Lung has for him. I hadn't heard of SVSSS yet but MDZS is on my TBW and I'm wondering if watching it will help clarify my confusion from TGCF or if I should do some research ahead of time so I'm not as lost.

Never apologize, I love when people are inspired and passionate! Lol and makes the conversation I have with you guys feel less one sided (with my disproportionate essay responses haha). 💛 I'm sure I'll post when I start watching/reading any of the above so we can reconvene! I'm currently finishing up Stars Align and, from what I've gathered might need to add this to my TBR to get a satisfactory end to things, too. 😭

I've been running on an empty battery lately so Tumblr's really the only social media platform I've been consistently perusing and posting on (RIP to twitter, insta and tiktok, ig). The upside of this being that I see JJK and BNHA leaks less frequently so I'm out here living in ignorant bliss ✨ So if you're out in these virtual streets, be safe out there, anon!

#neon asks #anon asks #anime #manga #donghua #manhua #danmei #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven officials blessing #hob #link click

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letteraddressedtothefire · 2 years ago

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Somewhere in Time

12. Silent Comfort

Kagome sighed as she sat uncomfortably in her sleeping bag. She forced herself to focus on the sprawled textbook on her lap. Glancing distractedly at her small wrist watch, her eyes shifted to the direction where Inuyasha and Miroku had disappeared three hours ago. They had gone to a human village for supplies while she, Sango, Shippo, and Kirara waited in a small cave just off the well-traversed path.

Dusk was settling in. Sango was working to kindle fire for light and warmth.

Half an hour later, Miroku returned to the cave with two large bundles in his arms.

"Where is Inuyasha?" Kagome asked as she sorted through a week's supply of food and other necessities. The monk didn't answer and was instead suspiciously counting the remaning coins in his small pouch. When she prompted for a response, he only laughed nervously as he scratched the back of his head.

"Well, houshi-sama?" Sango's face was impassive but her eyes were blazing.

"S-soul collectors..." he stammered, looking down.

"Inu-baka," Shippo muttered while shaking his head.

That did it. Huffing, Kagome rose to her feet and loudly stepped outside the cave. "I'm going out for a walk," she said coldly.

"K-Kagome-sama, it's getting dark. It's too dangerous." Miroku scrambled up to follow her but was stopped when she looked at him with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

Kagome stormed away and headed into the woods. That idiot! Of all nights, tonight was the one night she expected his presence. She couldn't blame him for running to Kikyo again, but still...

Hot tears found their way out as she dashed through the forest thoughtlessly, not minding the uprooted weeds and tangled undergrowth that made her fall to her knees. Her left kneecap hit a rock, scraping the skin. Wincing, she plowed across the shrubs until she found a steady stream of river. She dipped her hands and washed away the dirt, gently scrubbing her scratched knee as she did so.

She sat against a tree not far from the stream and gathered her thoughts. She was frustrated and miserable. And lonely. Heaving a sigh, she watched as stars appeared one by one in the twlight sky. A steady breeze dried her tears and she closed her eyes.

A soft rustle brought her back from her thoughts and she turned around in alarm. "Who's there?"

A tall figure dressed in red and white emerged from the shadows. "Miko."

"Sesshomaru-sama?! W-what are you doing here?" Kagome fumbled and tried to stand but the daiyoukai waved his hand dismissively. He came forward and took a seat beside her, making sure to allow for personal space.

"Why are you alone?" he inquired, giving her a sidelong glance.

"I just wanted some fresh air," she answered lightly, hoping he didn't notice the slight falter in her voice.

"This Sesshomaru can smell when you lie." It was said mellifluously that it took Kagome a moment to note the displeasure in his tone.

She sighed. "It wasn't entirely a lie. It's true that I wanted to get some fresh air, but only because of Inuyasha." Sesshomaru didn't respond, prompting her to explain some more. "I guess I'm just being childish. I refrained from asking him to take me home because I wanted to spend this special day with my friends for once. I wanted to spend it with him."

"Special day?"

"It's my birthday," she whispered. Tears threatened to well up again and she sniffed.

Sesshomaru quirked one brow, uncomprehending.

"Today is the day I was born. In my time, we celebrate this important day with our loved ones. I just thought that maybe... this time... he'd at least tell me 'happy birthday', you know?" It took a moment before she regained her composure. The daiyoukai beside her remained silent and patiently waited for her to continue. "I was supposed to tell them when Miroku-sama and Inuyasha returned from the village, but Inuyasha saw Kikyo's shinidamachu."

"The undead miko," Sesshomaru stated and she nodded to confirm. After a long silence, he spoke again. "Does it not anger you?"

Kagome shook her head. "I can't force Inuyasha to stop chasing Kikyo any more than I can't force my feelings to change. It just makes me sad sometimes. But it's okay." She smiled ruefully. "I'm used to it."

This was answered by another silence. It was dark now and the waning moon cast silvery light around them. Sesshomaru sat with one bent knee, his arm resting on top of it. His impassive face tilted slightly upward, his golden eyes mirroring the glimmering stars above them. He looked serene.

Kagome's expression softened as she realized one thing. Tucking her legs beneath her, she leaned against the tree they shared. "Sesshomaru-sama?"

He turned his penetrating gaze on her.

She sincerely smiled. "Tonight isn't lonely anymore. Arigato."

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What must I do?

The miko's head rested on his right shoulder, her warm breath lightly caressing his white fur. She had fallen asleep some time in the night.

He silently berated himself. Sesshomaru, you fool! Why did you let this happen?

A shiver from the woman brought him back to his senses. She is cold. Her odd and scant clothing made a concubine look decent. She wrapped her arms around her knees and nestled closer to him. He had noticed the small abrasion on one of her kneecaps earlier and he took this opportunity to look at it more closely. It had only bled a little and a purplish bruise was beginning to show.

He lightly caressed the little wound with his claws. Graceless yet fierce.

She trembled again as another cold draft of wind kissed her bare skin. Sighing, Sesshomaru gently covered her with his fur, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.

As he listened to the steady beat of her heart, he let slip two inaudible words, barely a whisper. "Happy birthday."

END of Chapter

Featured SessKag Art: Raindrops Chapter 7 by @youkaiyume

Somewhere in Time: Chapter Index

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#sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fic #sesskag prompt raffle #sesskag fanart #sesskag #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshomaru #kagome #inuyasha #fanfic #sesskag fandom #in your orbit #since you've been gone #somewhere in time #hanzelwrites

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petri808 · 2 years ago

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@inukagfluffweek Sharing a bed

It’s my birthday and I’ll write what I wanna 🥳

When Inuyasha Taisho tries to reach his girlfriend Kagome Higurashi that morning several times with no answer, he shows up knocking on her door. And when she finally answers, her reason is readily apparent. Wrapped in a blanket, hair a mess, and cheeks flushed, she stood held up by the door frame. “I’m sorry Inu.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He quickly scoops her up and carries her back to her bedroom, then places her in bed. Once she settles in a sitting position with her back against the headboard, Inuyasha surveyes the room. “Did you take medicine?” He asks.

“Yeah, but I only had one last dose in the box.”

“Okay,” he notes, “what’s your symptoms?”

“Inu I’m— ACHOO!” Kagome wipes her nose with a sniffle. “I’ll be fine.” Her voice is hoarse and strained. She’d woken up that morning with a sore throat and now a stuffy nose. “You don’t have to fuss.”

Ignoring her words, he asks again. “It’s not fussing, so what are your symptoms?”

Kagome sighs as she lists them off, “… and a fever. But really, Inu, you don’t have to take care of me.”

“Of course, I do,” Inuyasha chides, “And I’m not leaving ‘till you’re a lot better.” He prompts her to lie down and pulls the covers up to her chin. “So, save your strength and get some rest till I return.”

Too tired to fight, Kagome relents with sleepy eyes. “Alright.”

It might be an overzealous reaction for a girl he’s only been dating a couple months, but seeing Kagome sick brings flashbacks of his mother lying in bed too sick to get up. Not so pleasant memories… but in this case one he can make better. With a quick trip to the drug store, and a stop at the local grocer, Inuyasha returns to the apartment with supplies a plenty.

Okay, so maybe he did go a little overboard. Three brands of flu medications, including those drinkable ones. Couple more boxes of facial tissue, since he only saw one box in her room. A variety of soups, several chicken types, beef barley, and tomato unsure of her preference. Ice packs for the fever, throat drops, tea, and several flavors of Pedialyte and Gatorade for dehydration. And lastly, something to eat for himself because he missed lunch.

He peeks his head into Kagome’s room to check on her, craning his ears in her direction. She’s still asleep, perfect. Her breathing sounds a bit strained, but consistent. Pulse rate a little high, but nothing worrisome. And she’s not fidgeting to indicate being uncomfortable. So, he moves on to check in her bathroom for the medication she took. It was just for regular colds, not flu and he’s fairly certain it’s the flu since it came on fast and hard. One of his employees is out today as well due to the flu. Tis’ the season, he guessed.

He’s certain he’ll hear anything wrong from the living room, so Inuyasha closes the door partially. Satisfied, he settles in Kagomes dining room to eat his lunch and figure out how to stay busy. It’s four more hours until dinner time. So, he thinks about it, then finally calls his trusted manager Miroku Hoshi to bring him some files to work on.

The knock at the door came within 30 minutes. Inuyasha opens it to find Miroku.

“Here’s the Kazuma/Misato merger, and the Kitagawa take over,” Miroku hands him the file folders.

“Thanks, not sure if I’ll be back in the office tomorrow but these need to get finished.”

Miroku peers around Inuyasha. “You know, I know this apartment. Higurahi, right?”

That startles Inuyasha, knowing of the man’s past. “You didn’t date her, did you?”

“Nah, I wish,” Miroku chuckles though quickly shuts up from Inuyasha annoyed look. He clears his throat. “She’s my wife’s best friend. So, what are you doing here?”

What a small world. “She’s my girlfriend— well just for a couple months now, but she’s sick so I came here to help her.”

“Awww,” Miroku teases, “I didn’t know you had that kind of heart!”

Oh, this man is lucky they’re friends. Inuyasha’s brow raises. “Shouldn’t you get back to work?”

“Yes, boss! Don’t worry, I’ll hold down the fort till you get back, so don’t rush,” Miroku grins.

“So, tiresome,” Inuyasha pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts the door in the guys face.

Despite the annoyance, working on the projects does the trick, and before Inuyasha knew it, four hours has passed. He stands from the dining chair and stretches out those hours of sitting. Time to make soup for Kagome so she can take medicine.

He pushes open the door with his foot as he carries in a bowl, a cup of water, and the next dose of flu meds. He then places them on the nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Kagome,” Inuyasha pushes gently on her shoulder. “It’s time for another dose.”

She coughs out a whine before opening her eyes. There’s a confused look on her face as she sits up. “Inu, what are you doing here?”

He chuckles, “You don’t remember letting me in?” Kagome shook her head no. Must be the cold frying her brain. Inuyasha checks her forehead temperature— it’s a little high. “Here,” he holds the bowl in front of her and hands her the spoon. “Eat, and I got you more flu meds.”

“Thank you,” she cracks a weary smile, then starts to eat.

Inuyasha couldn’t tell if her cheeks were pink due to the cold or for other reasons, but even sick, Kagome is still adorable. “You’re welcome.”

Once all the food is gone, and Kagome takes the medicine, he places the dishes on the nightstand for now. “Would you like tea for your throat?” Inuyasha asks.

“No, maybe later.” Kagome shimmies back under the covers and pulls the blanket up.

“Cold?”

“Yeah, a little,” she coughs. “Maybe cold sweats.”

“Maybe,” he agrees. Of all the things he purchased that day, a heating blanket isn’t one of them. It’s time to improvise.

Inuyasha stands up and gestures. “Move over a little.”

“Huh?” Kagome’s eyes flash wide.

“You’re cold, right? Body heat is the best way to warm up quick.”

Her pulse instantly increases. They aren’t exactly at that stage of their relationship yet to be cuddling under the covers. “It’s j-just to warm me up right?”

“Kagome I’m not gonna take advantage of a sick person.”

“O-Okay,” she shifts over in the queen size bed to make room.

Inuyasha slips under the blanket onto his side. “Come here,” he softly requests with his arms open.

Kagome’s face really felt on fire now, but her achy shivering body won out. She moves over facing his chest as he encircles her with his arms. An instant warmth surrounds her and I t felt really good. She closes her eyes as she relaxes. She then feels him kiss the top of her forehead, and smiles. Okay, this isn’t so bad.

As she lingers at the door of dreams, Inuyasha asks her a question.

“Gome?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know a Miroku?”

“Yes,” she yawns, “why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I just learned today he knew you.”

“How’d you learn that?”

“He’s a manager at my company.”

“Oh, wow,” she chuckles lightly. “What a small,” yawn, “world.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and kisses her forehead again. “Now, rest. I’ll chase away the cold tonight.”

“Mmm,” Kagome’s heart skips a beat. “Thank you, Inu… I could get used to this,” she sighs.

Now it’s his turn to blush. He rests his head against hers with a smile. “Me, too.”

#inuyasha #inukag #inukagfluffweek2022 #inukagfluffweek #inukag drabble

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inukag · 3 years ago

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Hi Cynthia. Uh, I dunno how I feel about Inukag "dating" in the series. I'm even reading the manga right now and I still personally don't see it. More than friends? Sure. Dating? 🤷. There's definitely something in between, I just don't see it as dating. Anyway, I'm sorry you've gotten some heated anon posts. We love you for your meta and as a person, please remember that. Have a lovely day.❤️

Hello!

I guess we’re going to have to define what “dating” means, lol. Wikipedia says: “Dating is a stage of romantic relationships whereby two people meet socially with the aim of each assessing the other's suitability as a prospective partner in a future intimate relationship.” (x) Is that not what Inuyasha and Kagome are doing? I mean, they’re obviously on a quest to gather jewel shards and defeat Naraku but other than that, they are clearly aware that they have romantic feelings for each other and they spend time together to build their relationship, so to me that means they are dating?

We can also compare them to other pairs in the series who are considered to be dating. Miroku and Sango are a bit older than Inuyasha and Kagome and they’re both from the feudal era, so they got engaged during the series. But before getting engaged, they arguably had less romantic interactions than Inuyasha and Kagome had (unless you count Miroku’s groping but I don’t since it wasn’t consensual for a while). I never see anyone argue that Miroku and Sango weren’t dating until Sango kissed Miroku while he was unconscious, but for some reason some people think Inuyasha and Kagome only “confirmed” their relationship because of the almost kiss or the anime-only meido kiss.

People who watched the anime will say that Inuyasha and Kikyo were together because of their romantic interactions in the filler episodes “Tragic Love Song of Destiny”, but in the manga they had zero romantic interactions before the betrayal. All they did was sit far apart and talk about using the jewel so they can try being together once Kikyo is free of her duty. Despite not having any actual romantic interactions before Kikyo’s resurrection, people in this fandom still consider them some kind of “ex-lovers”.

But people can say “Miroku proposed” and “Inuyasha and Kikyo had agreed to live together” so that makes them more “official” than inukag despite having fewer romantic interactions prior to those “proposal”. But inukag has the "I want you by my side Kagome" line which I've seen people in the Japanese fandom mention as the moment Inuyasha "proposed" or at least made it clear that he wanted a romantic relationship with Kagome:

(That is if that translation is correct ofc, I'm trusting google translate here)

The reason why I think people who say "Kagome isn’t dating Inuyasha, she has no reason to be jealous over Kikyo" are anime-only fans, is because that scene isn’t in the anime after the hug Inuyasha gives Kagome before pushing her away (in episode 19). Since the anime doesn't have the "I want you by my side" scene, a lot of people think that the hug was just Inuyasha's way of stealing the jewel shards from Kagome. So when Kagome gets jealous later on, some people feel like she has no reason to be because Inuyasha never "confirmed" that his hug really was romantic. While in the manga Kagome says to Inuyasha "You told me you wanted me by your side, so why did you tell Kikyo that you haven't stopped thinking about her?" which prompted Inuyasha to tell her that he thinks about Kikyo because he blames himself for her death, and he likes having Kagome by his side because he loves her smile and he feels happy with her, which further confirms that he wants a romantic relationship with her.

So yes I can agree that Inuyasha and Kagome are not “formally” together, but that’s because in the feudal era that pretty much meant getting married and Kagome was obviously too young for that as someone who comes from the future. But the fact that they didn’t kiss (in the manga) but still got married pretty much as soon as Kagome came back after the 3 years separation makes it pretty clear that they wanted to settle the issues with Kikyo and Naraku and then officially be together. I think it’s weird to argue that just because they weren’t officially together that means Kagome is not allowed to be jealous or annoyed when Inuyasha has interactions with his “ex”. When you’re trying to build a romantic relationship with someone you’re obviously going to be frustrated at the obstacles you encounter.

Also saying that Kagome imagined her relationship with Inuyasha is just wiiiild when Inuyasha is over there bragging that he “won” against Koga and getting angry at Kagome for being “too friendly” with Koga...

He gets just as jealous as Kagome does, and he has even less reasons to fear Koga since Kagome never had any interest in him.

So that’s my point of view! I think we maybe just have a different idea of what “dating” means? To me it’s the first stage of a romantic relationship, where you have feelings for each other and you’re getting to know each other better. I personally think it’s perfectly normal to experience feelings of jealousy in that stage of the relationship, even if you aren’t officially committed to each other yet. Anyway thank you for the kind words anon and I hope you have a lovely weekend! ♥

#ask #Anon #maybe my idea of what 'dating' means is unpopular #bc i remember one time a guy i was seeing was like 'so i'm really interested in you do you wanna date?'#and i was like 'sure' bc at that point we were just friends so i assumed we were going to start going on romantic dates and stuff #but NO #the guy straight up changed his fb status to 'in a relationship' with me the next day #it was very weird i had a mini panic attack and asked him to remove that LMAO #anyway suffice to say it didn't work out #fun little story i had to share in the tags

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shinidamachu · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER SEVEN: I Bought You a Ticket

SUMMARY: “and I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list.

WORDS: 622

GENRE: fluff

FANDOM: Inukag

FORMAT: multichapter

ALSO FOUND ON: AO3, FF.Net

Kagome could barely contain her enthusiasm.

Precisely five years ago, she and Inuyasha shared the kiss that marked the beginning of everything.

And five years from now, Kagome was sure she’d still remember how magical it felt. The lights. The band. Slow dancing to Thing For You. How his lips touched hers and a crowd of thousands disappeared.

Which is why she knew from the moment Hinder announced a concert in their town on the exact same date of their anniversary, that she had to take Inuyasha as a gift. Even the most cynical of men couldn’t ignore a sign when the stars aligned and Kagome was no cynical nor man.

She had made the purchase the very night the tickets were available, not wanting to ever risk them getting sold out before she secured theirs, but steep prices aside, this was the easy part.

Keeping it from Inuyasha had been the real challenge.

It was a true miracle that Kagome made it. She had lived in constant fear that he would see right through her or that she wouldn’t be able to hold her tongue for much longer. The temptation to tell him was almost irresistible. Almost.

Retrieving the little cards from their hidden place — the far end of the spice cabinet Inuyasha avoided like the plague — Kagome walked with her hands behind her back to the living room, where her boyfriend sat casually on the couch.

“Alright, it’s gift exchanging time.”

Inuyasha put his phone down, a devastating grin slowly gracing his features.

“And what makes you think I have a gift to give you?”

“Because you do.”

He rolled his eyes and Kagome chuckled.

“Smartass,” Inuyasha muttered, “I’m guessing from the way you’re nearly jumping from one foot to the other that you wanna go first.”

She nodded and brought her hand upfront to finally reveal its content.

“Hinder is playing tonight and I bought you a ticket,” Kagome blurted out “actually, I bought us two tickets,” she clarified, her fingers sliding so the second ticket could be seen.

“Kagome—”

“Yes, I know we had a budget limit. I just thought that the opportunity was too perfect to ignore. I mean, when will a Hinder concert ever happen here, on this, of all days? It’s gotta be kismet, right?”

“Kagome—”

“Plus, don’t you think we deserve to have some fun? Even if it’s a bit expensive? How long has it been since we’ve done something for the hell of it? Let’s go have an adventure and… why aren’t you excited?” She questioned, noticing that he looked less thrilled the more she rambled.

Inuyasha sighed and got up, making his way to the notebook case laying on the table. Kagome watched, puzzled, as he unfastened the zipper, fished something out of it, then returned to her side.

“Happy anniversary," he said, offering her an identical pair of tickets.

Dumbfounded, Kagome stared at them. At Inuyasha. And back at them.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope.”

The couple started laughing. Uncontrollably.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Inuyasha and Kagome asked, in unison. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” They replied simultaneously.

Kagome giggled.

“Are we becoming the same person?”

Tickets still in hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Fine by me.” Inuyasha pulled her close, his hands finding her waist with expertise.

“What do we do now?”

“We can try and sell two of these, get our money back,” he suggested, “or we can invite Miroku and Sango to come along.”

“It’s only fair, considering they were there the last time.”

“Hey, as long as we get to ditch them again.”

“Are you planning to take me on a romantic getaway?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

A/N.: @inukag-week wrote this for the "anniversary" prompt. It's not much and I'm super late, but here it is.

Also, I really love Thing For You by Hinder so if this sounds awfully self indugent... it's because it is.

#Inuyasha #Inukag #Inukag Week #Inukag Week 2022 #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Sidwriting #Inukag fanfic #Inukag fluff #One Hundred Ways To Say I Love You #Chapter seven

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coquinespike · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

What’s this? Coquine is posting actual fic? HA! Not quite, don’t be silly. I can’t make that kind of commitment. Instead, I offer a few snippets of various WIPs in hopes of inspiring myself to actually contribute to the “P” in WIP. If anyone wants to chime in with their favorite, maybe that will help too!

I’m tagging @mustardyellowsunshine because she has expressly told me to let her know if I ever post any of my writing, and @keichanz and @dawnrider because two of the snippets are from their gift!fics. Uh, I guess I’ll also add a few people who might(???) be interested: @clearwillow @anisaanisa @mamabearcat @lemonlushff @fandomobsessions016 @akitokihojo @doginabirdcage @stoatsandweasels

God I’m so nervous I’m sweating ANYWAY:

1. Untitled fic from the @inuyasha-smut-nights prompt for “pink”

“Wait,” she gasped, and Inuyasha snatched his hands away from the hem of her skirt, though he remained pressed up against her.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t’ve...this was too—“

“No, that’s not...it’s just...” Kagome trailed off, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. Thanks to their earlier encounter, their intimacy level felt off-kilter, as though they’d done things sideways, somehow.

She raised her eyes to his, biting her lip uncertainly. “Can we just...maybe...kiss first?”

The tension held in Inuyasha’s expression released suddenly at her question, as he realized the source of her hesitation. Of course. “Oh,” he huffed. “Yeah, I mean, I’d like...yes.”

“Okay,” she grinned.

“Okay.” He leaned down immediately, a surprised squeak escaping Kagome’s throat as he pressed warm lips to hers, her eyes sliding shut as one kiss became two and three, his lips adjusting against hers minutely between kisses, first both pressed together, then her lower lip between his, then his between hers. He pulled back slightly, his eyes lowered to her mouth as his hand raised to cup her jaw. He trailed his thumb across her chin, and exerted a gentle pressure downwards, parting her lips further. Her eyes opened at the motion and a shuddering breath left her at the sight of his golden gaze intensely meeting hers, holding the eye contact as he leaned in, tilting his head to carefully fit his own parted lips against hers.

She blinked as his motion seemed to suddenly stall, their mouths held together but somehow distinctly not kissing. Just as she was about to move her lips with more purpose against his, he pulled back, a slight frown creasing his brows as he uttered a puzzled “Hm.” His thumb brushed across her lower lip as he seemed to contemplate something.

Sudden knowledge flooded Kagome.

Inuyasha...didn’t know how to kiss.

Clearly he knew what kissing was, and knew how to complete a light, pecking kind of kiss. But he’d obviously never experienced any deep kissing, though he had probably seen it done by others and so was trying to emulate the open-mouthed meeting of lips he’d witnessed at some point before. Kagome’s heart bloomed with warm affection for her brash yet innocent hanyou.

“Here,” she whispered as she raised up on her toes, cradling his cheeks in her hands to tilt his head slightly as she did the opposite, and pressed a more open-mouthed kiss to his lips. He reciprocated immediately, their breath passing humidly between them as they panted lightly, before she swept her tongue out across his lower lip, dipping slightly down behind and grazing his teeth. She anticipated his flinch, firming her grip on his face as she licked into his mouth again, this time reaching far enough in to stroke against his own tongue, which was warm and trembling slightly. She drew back just far enough to gauge his expression, which was wide-eyed yet distinctly hungry.

Inuyasha loosed a sharp moan, the sound startling her even more than his lunge forward to capture her mouth again, this time it was his tongue surging into her own mouth, sliding firmly against her tongue rhythmically, causing a swoop of excitement to curl down from her belly and her core to clench down almost painfully, her thighs pressing together as heat suffused her.

2. Gift!fic for @keichanz, working title “Happy Ending”

Inuyasha drew up short as he registered the name of the establishment emblazoned above the door, and he swung his head around to his companion to fix him with a thunderous glare.

For his part, Miroku was already cringing, and he spoke swiftly to defend himself. “I know!! I know. But it doesn’t mean any—it’s just, like, a family name!”

“Really, bouzu? Really?? ‘Taijiya Massage?!’”

“Her father and brother run Taijiya Dojo—“

“Oh THAT’S comforting!”

“—and her cousin owns Taijiya Catering and her aunt and uncle have three Taijiya Drycleaners! C’mon, man, I wouldn’t do something like that to you,” he reached out to grasp his friend’s shoulder and give a reassuring squeeze.

Inuyasha took a deep breath and released it slowly, staring down his best friend while knowing he was being sincere, but still annoyed he hadn’t warned him. Though if he had, he probably wouldn’t have come, no matter how much Miroku begged. “This girl better be worth it.”

Miroku beamed. “She so is!!”

3. Gift!fic for @dawnrider, working title “Risking it All”

“I can’t believe we were so stupid,” groaned Inuyasha, though it definitely sounded more like a moan towards the end.

Kagome’s head raised swiftly, her lips releasing the tip of his cock with a soft ‘pop.’ “Are you seriously complaining right now??”

“No!” he yelped. “No, no, of course not, please—“

She grinned at his scrambling, giggling as she lowered her mouth back down to lick a warm stripe up the length of him before responding. “Oh hush, you know I won’t leave you hanging. Have I ever?”

(Okay can’t go much further with this one lol, it’s basically all filth and would already be giving away the “‘plot’”)

#my writing #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfic #my fic

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kstewdeux · 2 years ago

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@inukag-week 2023 | June 2 | Prompt “Heat”

Summary: Inuyasha has a collection.

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Drifting lazily to the scuffed tile, the pressed wildflower seemed out of place amidst the chaos of the halls. It belonged in a long forgotten meadow. In another time and place.

‘Sango must’ve put it in here and forgotten it,’ Kagome thought absently as she knelt down - the chemistry textbook hanging limply by her side. Despite lacking any evidence, the instant conclusion comes as easily as breathing - in and out without any real thought on the matter. In the commotion of the students trying to make it to their next class, she almost missed the three others that gracefully cascaded from their hiding place. What Kagome found strangest of all was that she hadn’t brought this particular textbook to the feudal era in weeks. The fact that the flowers had been undisturbed too was also rather damning. A reminder of how very screwed she was academically. One of her hardest subjects and she hadn’t given it a second thought until this morning.

‘Well guess I’m failing chemistry then,’ Kagome thought bitterly as she carefully gathered the delicate flowers up and lightly tucked them back between the pages. She’d be the last to admit it but the idea of just dropping out had crossed her mind more than once. At this rate, with how far behind she was in literally all of her classes, she’d probably have to repeat the grade anyway.

But dousing her life in the modern era with gasoline, lighting a match and walking away wasn’t an option. There was always a chance the Well would stop working and who knew which side she’d get trapped in. With the jewel almost complete, time was running out and giving up now was a luxury she couldn’t afford. One way or another, a coin flip was going to determine the trajectory of her life and she knew, she just knew it was going to hurt either way.

Yeah, okay, so….

Sango wasn’t the one pressing flowers in her textbook. The first thing the slayer had done was gasp about how pretty they were and the second was ask Kagome where she got them.

This reaction raised so many questions because now the suspects were (a) a lecherous monk, (b) a child who managed to get a new girlfriend in every village they visited and (c) Inuyasha. Option C was immediately dismissed which left Miroku and Shippo.

God, she hoped it was Shippo. If Miroku was meticulously preparing and then handing out flowers to pretty girls, Sango was going to lose her mind. With the kit, at least there was the possibility he was just a kid doing an art project.

Setting down her textbook with the flowers tucked safely inside, Kagome casually walked over to the little boy who was busy ‘hunting’ a beetle in the grass.

“Hey Shippo?” she asked and large green eyes looked up at her, “I found some pretty flowers. Do you want to see them?”

He’d smiled then said ‘no thanks’ and crouched down with his tiny booty wiggling in the air. The fact that he wasn’t interested wasn’t exactly surprising nor did it prove anything but somehow she managed to reach a conclusion anyway. For one, Shippo would’ve mentioned something by now if he had hidden flowers away in her textbook. Two, Shippo preferred drawing to crafts. And , of course, three was that Shippo had never been interested in flowers.

Sighing softly, Kagome gracefully got to her feet and began looking around for Miroku. A movement to her right caught her eye. Inuyasha. Reaching casually for her textbook without stopping, quickly flipping to the exact place where she’d hidden the flowers and then carefully putting the book back down. The whole action hadn’t taken more than ten seconds and he’d barely paused in his stride.

Chewing the inside of her cheek, Kagome continued to watch. A handkerchief was discreetly pulled out from inside his robe, opened and the flowers were delicately put in. The movement was fast, smooth and easy to miss if you weren’t looking directly at him.

Okay. So…Inuyasha was pressing flowers for some reason. The question now became why. Was it a hobby? Did it have to do with scent like some type of makeshift cologne? Was it something he’d always done? How long-

Hey, wait a minute, that was her handkerchief!

No one said she was a rational human being all the time. Nobody said she didn’t have impulse control or that she didn’t have a temper. No one said she thought this through.

“You took my handkerchief!” Kagome gasped angrily as she began storming over to an Inuyasha who froze like a deer in the headlights.

“What are you talking about? No I didn’t!” he hissed back even though his hand flew up to his chest like he was protecting something, “You’re seeing things woman.”

“Okay. Then what are you hiding in there?” Kagome challenged and a flash of panic zoomed behind his eyes.

“Hiding where?!”

“In your shirt stupid!”

“Where would I even be keeping it?!” Inuyasha scoffed defensively, “What? You think I sewed a pocket in there or something?”

That was exactly what he’d done but there was no way in hell he was telling her that. So what if he’d decided to start collecting things, huh? That was a thing people did. No one got mad at Sango for her weird collection of knives or at Miroku for stockpiling so many sutras that his robes were weighed down. And what about Shippo? Kagome had a whole folder in her room filled with all the drawings the kid made. What was so bad about wanting to collect something of his own? He liked scents, okay? It only made sense that he’d collect flowers and…other things that smelled good. It didn’t hurt nobody and it was nobody’s business.

Kagome narrowed her eyes and Inuyasha winced. Maybe he shouldn’t’ve thrown the idea of pockets out there. Also maybe he shouldn’t be pressing his hand against said pocket but a part of him was terrified about the possibility of losing the first things he’d ever owned. His little flower collection was the only thing he hadn’t inherited. The first thing he made with his own hands. What made the collection more special was that they had no real value. They weren’t worth anything. Not really. They were pretty and they smelled good. Ergo, the pressed flowers were a luxury.

He was at a place in his life where he could afford luxuries.

“Why did you steal it?” Kagome sighed - reigning in her anger and folding her arms across her chest.

“I didn’t steal shit,” Inuyasha countered as he stiffly lowered his hand and copied her posture. Technically speaking what he said was true and now the flowers suddenly became secondary to the most precious piece of his collection. She would need to tear that handkerchief out of his cold dead hands and he’d rather die than admit why he wanted it so bad. Besides, it wasn’t hers anymore and he’d put way too much effort into making sure it smelled right all of the time and he needed it. Actually needed it and she’d probably lose it like she lost it the first time.

“So you’re lying to me now?”

Despite his resolve, Inuyasha winced again and his stomach churned.

“Does this have anything to do with the flowers in my textbook?” she challenged before immediately regretting bringing it up at all. Inuyasha turned a little green and fear flickered across his face. Silence fell over the camp. A quick glance confirmed that each and every one of their friends - including Kilala - were now watching the showdown.

“W-what flowers?” he managed but his voice cracked and his ears flattened against his skull. Kagome’s anger faded away as quickly as it’d arrived and she slowly straightened up.

“Are you…are you collecting them?” she asked curiously - her voice horrifically soft. Inuyasha’s chest began heaving in mild panic.

“N-no. Why would I d-do that?”

Kagome chewed her lip for a second - her eyes searching his pale face before a warm smile played with her lips.

“You know what? Never mind,” she hummed - her voice gentle and calm - before moving over to her textbook and backpack, “Hey Sango? Can I borrow Kilala? I forgot something at-“

“You’re leaving over this?!” Inuyasha squeaked out as he quickly moved to her side with half a mind to grab her, “Seriously?!”

“I just forgot something. That’s all. I’ll be back before dark,” Kagome promised and the affectionate look in her eye confused him endlessly. It was almost like she understood something he really didn’t want her to understand quite yet. Shit, he hadn’t even fully come to terms with it and he did not feel ready.

In his panic, Inuyasha was powerless to stop her - even without the sit spell. Sango was pissed because, obviously, Kagome had left because of their fight. Shippo wouldn’t stop badgering him and demanding to see his collection no matter how vehemently denied its existence. Miroku just seemed amused.

It was after dark, for the record, when Kagome finally came back and, of course, the first thing she did was come find him presumably to start fighting all over again. A part of Inuyasha wanted to cry but he refused to make matters worse by shedding tears. He just wanted something nice. Why couldn’t he have nice-

Kneeling down in front of him, Kagome shrugged off her backpack and began digging through it. A few things were pulled out.

“Okay. So I got this little plastic sleeve. Waterproof, you know?” she began as she glanced up and gave him a soft smile, “To protect the non-existent flower collection.”

Before he could stop himself, Inuyasha’s defensive posture relaxed and he crouched down.

“W-wha-“

“And this,” she continued as she pulled out a square book and flipped through the glossy pages, “Is for if you decide you want to show them off. We call it a scrap book in my time. I took the liberty of getting some paper already but you’ll need to use these-“

She reached down and grabbed a sheet of odd clear dots, “To hold the flower in place. So they don’t fall out.”

Inuyasha blinked a few times like his mind was having trouble comprehending what was happening.

“I know it’s a little bulky and if you don’t like the paper we can go buy something different. And it won’t fit in your non-existent pocket,” she continued, “But I could put it in my backpack. Or we could keep it with Kaede or even in my room if you want.”

Inuyasha finally reached for the book with trembling fingers and sat down on the grass.

“It’s scents. Nice scents,” he whispered sheepishly as he lovingly ran his fingers over the matte floral cover, "T-that's all."

With a soft laugh, Kagome smiled. She almost looked like she’d just won some sort of victory but he didn’t care beyond knowing he was the real winner here. Still, he should probably say something like a ‘thank you’. Give a peace offering. A shuddering breath followed as he thumbed through the pages and glanced at the pretty paper staring up at him through plastic, “M’sorry. For lying. I never had anything of my own before and I-I just-“

“Well, now you also have a book,” Kagome offered - tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear before continuing, “You don’t even have to put the flowers in there if you don’t want to. You can put whatever you-“

Inuyasha dipped forward and pressed a brief chaste kiss against her lips before turning his attention back to the book and delicately pulling her handkerchief out of his secret pocket. It took the miko a good minute to regain brain function.

“S-so I’m gunna assume that was you saying thank you?” she managed - her voice coming out slightly panicked and high pitched. Inuyasha nodded absently as he gingerly unfurled the white napkin and laid out the dozen or so flowers on top of it.

“Can you show me how to do it right? I don't want to break them,” he asked breathlessly as he glanced up at her - eyes bright and excitement showing plain in his face. It was the most precious thing Kagome had ever seen.

She smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah I can do that."

A pause.

"So, does this mean I can have my handkerchief back?"

Not even bothering to look up from his delicate task, Inuyasha snorted and shook his head.

"Nope, part of the collection.”

#inukag week 2023 #inukag week #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fluff #scrapbooking #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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thejustmaiden · 3 years ago

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Happy Hogosha Friday!! 🎉 @hogoshamaruweek-2021

Hey y'all!! So today's prompt is "Family." 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

[For better quality click image to open.]

The transcription for the Japanese word above is "erabareta kazoku," which means "chosen family." Personally, I think "found family" has a nicer ring to it so I decided to go with that. Btw, shoutout to @emeraldnavypotato for their translation assistance and Japanese expertise! 🥰

For my edit, I wanted to make it clear that all the characters this image is comprised of came from different backgrounds (literally!), which is why I not-so-subtly cropped them the way I did. Then what I wanted to do next was bring them all together into one picture in a way that I hope appears natural and familial. Because they may not have started their journeys out together, but somewhere along the way their paths became one and they formed a bond resembling that of a family. 😍😭

Growing up and watching Inuyasha starting around age 12-13, I had always been a sucker for the wholesome little family Sesshomaru had built over the course of the series. It brought me such a deep sense of comfort and never failed to warm my heart, and I'll be damned if Sunrise ruins that for me now. So whatever it takes, please never stop spreading that love for Papamaru's character and let's instead celebrate the true canon qualities we all know and cherish him for. 💞

Story time: I've decided this picture takes place the day of Rin's birthday, which coincidentally enough falls on the day before Halloween. Kagome brought her some bunny ears from back home to wear and they both made the jack-o-lantern you see here. Not seen here are the bags and bags full of candy to last them weeks. Kagura and Kohaku are dueling it out for fun while Sesshomaru looks on. No telling who he's rooting for either so don't even attempt to guess. Meanwhile, Jaken is by his side per usual and is following along too. After all, Sesshomaru did promise that if he made it his #1 priority to keep Rin as happy as can be on her special day that he'd give him two days off from babysitting. Hence the over-the-top cheering and heart-shaped balloons. Whereas A-Un is just chilling for now, but he may or may not also be feeling compelled to obliterate the possessed pumpkin with the fire eyes. 👀 Of course that would be only after everyone's gone inside to enjoy some chocolate birthday cake courtesy of Kagome's mom. As for Inuyasha, he's brooding in the corner trying to understand why there isn't such a thing as birthday ramen. 😂

#hogoshamaru week #hogoshamaruweek2021 #sesshomaru is rin's dad #hogosha 💖#sesskagu #anti sessrin #my edit

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clearwillow · 4 years ago

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Fluff Prompts. 12 please! Either way that strikes you :)

@ruddcatha I knew once I read the prompt for #12 which would be perfect, so I wrote a little piece that would take place early on in A Not So Far Quest!

Also did a little art to go with it because it just fit and I don't really have any art for this AU so that's my excuse (I'll add it to AO3 once I get a proper title and just start a collection of fluff prompts if these continue, so until then, tumblr exclusive)

12. “Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

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Inuyasha wasn’t a very sociable person. He had a close circle of people he’d openly admit he tolerated. As a stretch he’d even include Sango’s annoying friend Kagome in that circle. He did like getting a rise out of her, and that – in its barest form in his opinion – was a form of socializing. It was also a personal challenge to see if she’d follow through on the warning that he’d received from Sango back when they were just getting to knew each other.

“You keep talking shit, you’re gonna get hit.”

She hadn’t, so either Sango was exaggerating or he hadn’t found the right trigger yet.

But his social circle was steadily growing. Those two girls in Far Quest were quickly becoming decent conversation – when all four of them were playing, that is. More and more he was noticing that Miroku was opting out of raids in favor of going out with Sango, which – fine. That made sense. They were a thing. That meant that they went out and did things. Even if “going out” to do things meant locking themselves in Miroku’s room and doing thingsthat they didn’t try to keep quiet about.

What befuddled him was that Coral Huntress was also gone on those nights. Maybe it was just coincidence but he wasn’t stupid. Inuyasha had his suspicions but he couldn’t prove anything, which was driving him mad, because if he made a claim that maybe Miroku’s girlfriend wasn’t being totally upfront about all of her hobbies without evidence he’d just get laughed at. And he sure as hell couldn’t make that claim in front of Kagome. She’d probably laugh the hardest at learning that he was playing a massive multiplayer online game.

That would be the worst thing to happen.

“So there I am, I’ve walked down the hallway of the science wing. I had made it to the door mind you, and no one had said a word about it!”

“They didn’t?” He was trying hard not to laugh, but Birdsong caught him.

“It’s okay. I can laugh about it now,” she said. Her character on the screen cast healing as Inuyasha’s took a hit with the poison from the orc blade that had hit him in the shoulder. “I gave every junior level student in that hallway a good look at my underwear because my skirt got tucked in my panty hose.”

Inuyasha did let out a bark of laughter then, and he could hear the melodic laugh of Birdsong through his headphones. He liked that laugh. In a small way, it almost reminded him of Kagome’s laugh. The problem was, he rarely got to hear her laugh. She was usually scowling at him. Or rolling her eyes. Which was disappointing, because she also had a pretty smile.

“You alright over there?” Birdsong asked, jerking him from his thoughts. “That orc was coming right for you, dude! How did you not see it?”

“Lost in thought,” he said lamely. “T-thanks for catching that.”

The area in the current dungeon they were exploring was cleared of any spawns, which gave them the opportunity to check their stores and do any damage control before they moved to the next room. Inuyasha opened up his stats panel to see how close he was to leveling up again – not too far off if he kept this pace – when Birdsong spoke up.

“Not that it’s any of my business, but can I ask if it was good thoughts or bad thoughts that got you so distracted?”

“You’re fine. It’s…uh…not really good or bad, exactly?”

“It’s that girl you’ve been talking about, isn’t it?” she asked curiously.

“Damn is it that easy to tell?” Inuyasha sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Birdsong’s avatar moved around the screen as he sat back and watched. She was practicing some of her newly acquired techniques and since they weren’t on a timer for this dungeon to be completed, he didn’t see a problem with it. Plus he was feeling incredibly lazy.

“Not really,” she replied. “But we’ve talked so much about our days that it tends to come up, so naturally it was one of my first guesses. Did she say something that bothered you?”

“Worse.” How he found himself divulging his chronicles in pissing off Kagome on a daily basis he didn’t know, but Birdsong ran with it and matched him for stories of some jerk of a guy she dealt with. It was their weird way of commiserating apparently. “She didn’t even acknowledge me more than an annoyed look today.”

There was a sympathetic murmur that came from her end, and in most cases that would have annoyed him because to hell with other’s pity, but from Birdsong it wasn’t like that. “You say anything to her at all? Even a hello?”

“Tried. That’s how I got the look.” The hanyou hoped that pathetic whine in his voice just then didn’t come through the microphone. “I didn’t even say anything bad, either! I said ‘Hey’. How is that me being rude, cause she looked like she didn’t want to deal with me?”

Birdsong hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe she just wasn’t in the best mood today? It might not have had anything to do with you at all?”

“Feh. I’m always the cause of her bad days, according to her.”

“Not mine,” Birdsong supplied. “Not anymore, at least.”

Inuyasha’s ears perked up. Had he heard right? Did she really say that? He had to be sure. “Can you say that again?”

There was a pause, and a confused voice asked, “Were you not listening?”

‘Shit. Play it cool. Don’t let her think you’re a sap.’ “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” ‘Well that was the dumbest thing you could possibly say and now –’

“Oh,” came her soft reply, and if he had to bet money on it, she might have actually been blushing by the one of her voice. “I like hearing your voice too,” she said shyly.

He had to make her laugh before it got awkward, cause then she’d bail on the game and he’d be stuck asking for help from some 12-year old that was gonna talk smack all night. “I like hearing mine too,” he grinned, pleased when she started to giggle. Somehow it made his heart feel lighter, and he wondered if he could ever get that same feeling from talking with Kagome. “So…you ready to get back to work?”

“Do you mean saving your ass?”

“No I meant being the target so I can save yours.”

He heard an irritated groan and grinned widely. Oh yes, things were going good tonight.

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keichanz · 4 years ago

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Safe

i realize that moroha doesn't have a human night/period of weakness or whatever. for the sake of this oneshot, let's pretend she does.

written for my dear friend @mamabearcat ❤️❤️❤️i know it's a rough day for you and i hope this brings a smile to your face. love you!

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“Mama?”

“Hm?”

Pausing in the task of cutting up the behemoth fish gifted to her courtesy of the village headman for the successful delivery of his second grandchild she’d overseen just that afternoon, Kagome cast a brief glance at the four-year-old sitting by the fire before continuing to prepare that night’s dinner. And several other dinners thereafter.

“What is it, baby?” she asked, a little distracted as she pushed aside one section of freshly chopped up meat and started on the next as a small frown furrowed her brow. The thing really was huge. Where the hell had Kinso gotten it? Had to be some kind of mutant from freakin’ outer space or something...

“Where’s Papa?”

Kagome’s thoughts were immediately derailed from mutant alien fish at her daughter’s question and for the second time her hands stilled what they were doing. The softness of her tone coupled with a hint of something Kagome couldn’t quite place prompted her to lay down the knife and give the child her full attention, grabbing a damp rag to wipe her hands with as she turned around with a gentle smile.

Sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest, surrounded by toys both gifted by Shippou and handmade by her father, Moroha’s gaze was fixed on the fire as she idly poked at it with a stick. When she noticed her mother’s gaze on her, however, she lifted her head and turned her attention to the older woman, wide eyes meeting identical brown.

Kagome resisted the urge to frown as she answered, “Papa’s away with Uncle Miroku getting rid of some bad youkai that are causing problems in another village, sweetheart. They left early this morning.” Her smile widened and she tilted her head. “Did you forget because you were still half-asleep when he said goodbye?”

Moroha wrinkled her nose and stared back into the fire. “I remember,” she murmured with a slight pout. “I just...thought he’d be back by now.”

Realization dawned. Ahh, so that’s where this was coming from. Kagome’s expression softened in understanding and she moved forward to kneel down and tenderly sweep her daughter’s hair away from her eyes. Moroha looked up at her again, dark eyes wide and pleading for something Kagome was unable to provide.

“Well,” Kagome started softly, gathering her words carefully. “Sometimes these trips can take a long time, or even longer than what was originally planned. Remember that time we went to visit Kouga and his sons, but we arrived a day late because of that unexpected snow storm?”

Moroha blinked and then nodded.

“It’s the same thing,” she continued. “Maybe something unexpected happened that’s making Papa be a little later than normal. You never know.”

The four-year-old digested that in silence and then gave a single nod of acceptance a minute later. She still looked troubled, though, and Kagome smiled a little sadly as she ran a hand through her daughter’s hair.

“Are you missing Papa?” she asked, her voice soft.

Biting her lip, Moroha hesitated before giving another short nod. It was obvious she was trying not to cry and Kagome’s smile widened just a little. Her tiny tough girl, wanting to be just like her papa.

“I miss him, too,” Kagome revealed and tucked a strand of ebony hair behind her daughter’s small ear. “I miss him every time he has to leave, but you know what?” She waited until Moroha blinked up at her in silent inquiry before assuring, “I bet he’s on his way home right now. He knows what tonight is, baby, and we both know that he’ll do anything in his power to make it in time. He hasn’t missed a single one yet; I doubt today will be the time he does.”

She smoothed back Moroha’s bangs and smiled again, hopping to assuage her lingering doubts, but when there was no change in Moroha’s expression, Kagome was starting to wonder if this went a little deeper than she’d originally thought. Her smile dimmed and her brow furrowed with concern as her eyes roved her cherubic face.

“Moroha? What’s wrong, sweetie?” Kagome settled down beside her and dropped her hand to rub up and down her back.

Moroha squirmed a bit, worried her bottom lip, and when she lifted her head once again to meet her gaze, Kagome abruptly sucked in a sharp breath at the look on her daughter’s face. There was genuine worry etched clearly on those dear features, her little brow furrowed as she continued to bite down on her lip. But what truly broke her heart was the honest to god fear that swam in those beloved eyes, so like her own, and Kagome’s chest constricted.

If she hadn’t already accurately guessed the true reason for her upset, Moroha’s next words solidified her suspicions.

“If Papa’s not here,” her little girl began and the audible tremble in her voice had a very real ache developing in Kagome’s chest. “T-then who’s gonna protect me? It’s not safe without Papa here...right?”

With every word that Moroha said, the knife dug a little deeper into her heart and Kagome felt the burn of tears prickling the back of her eyes. Her throat suddenly felt tight and she swallowed several times to dislodge the lump that had formed there, but to no avail. God, their little girl really thought she wasn’t safe without her father here to defend them, and while Kagome should have felt a little offended and insulted that she apparently couldn't rely on her mother to protect her, she also understood where she was coming from. Out of the two of them, Inuyasha was obviously the strongest and Moroha had witnessed him on numerous occasions effortlessly dispatching some rogue youkai that had the balls big enough to enter the village, or when they were traveling and they were unexpectedly attacked. Kagome herself contributed with arrows if necessary, but tasked with keeping their daughter safe from harm, she hardly assisted most of the time and let her more than capable husband deal with the threat himself.

So it stood to reason at her young age Moroha would believe if her strong papa wasn’t around to protect her, she wasn’t safe. So no, Kagome didn't fault her one bit. If anything she blamed herself for allowing her to think she wasn’t safe with her own mother, but she sought to rectify that right now.

“Oh, Moroha,” Kagome murmured and swallowed again as she reached for her daughter and pulled her into her lap. “Oh, baby, no. No, don’t ever think that you’re not safe, okay? Mama will protect you, no matter what.”

Small hands fisted in her robes as Moroha curled herself up against her with a quiet sniffle. Kagome held her close, crossing her legs and settling her daughter into the cradle of them as she gently rocked her, pressing her face into her hair and kissing her head.

“Sweetheart,” Kagome began and pulled back enough to gently cup Moroha’s face in her hands, urging her gaze to meet her own. Her heart nearly broke at the tear tracks on her cheeks and tenderly Kagome wiped them away with her thumbs as she offered a trembling but reassuring smile.

“Moroha, just because your father’s not here doesn’t mean that you’re not safe, okay? I’m here, and I promise I will always protect you. I’ll never let anything happen to you, ever. And you have Aunt Sango, Uncle Miroku, Kohaku, and even Grandma Kaede. They all love you just as much as your father and I and I know they would protect you too, if something were to happen when your father isn’t here. So don’t ever doubt that you’re not safe, okay, my love? I’ll protect you. I promise.”

She sealed her promise with a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, as much an act of comfort as it was to hide her cracking facade. Kagome closed her eyes and took several deep breaths to stave off the tears she could feel building behind her eyes, her arms tightening around her precious little girl.

“Promise?” Moroha whispered a minute later and Kagome’s heart constricted again.

“I promise,” Kagome repeated and rained kisses upon her daughter’s face until soft, watery giggles reached her ears. Smiling in relief, Kagome leaned back and smoothed a wayward strand of raven hair away from Moroha’s face.

“Do you understand?” Kagome gently pressed, needing to hear her say it. “You’re always safe here, Moroha. No matter what. Okay?”

Sniffling once, Moroha looked up at her with great brown eyes, nodded, and Kagome was gratified to see that the fear and worry had left her face. She heaved a mental sigh of relief and couldn't stop herself from pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

“Okay, Mama,” the quarter-youkai said. “I understand.” She paused. “Does that mean Papa will be back soon?”

Kagome could have laughed. “I’m sure Papa will be back before you know it,” she assured and tapped her daughter’s nose. She was rewarded with another giggle. “Now there’s still a couple hours until dinner time, so why don’t you go outside and find the twins to play? They were here looking for you earlier when you were taking a nap.”

Finally, finally her little girl gifted her with a brilliant smile and several enthusiastic nods of her head. “Okay!”

Hopping to her feet, Moroha placed a wet kiss on her mother’s cheek before bounding out of their home, shouting for Kin’u and Gyokuto at the top of her lungs.

Blowing out a breath, Kagome slumped back onto her hands and let her head fall back onto her shoulders as she closed her eyes now that that crisis was averted.

“Alright, dogboy,” Kagome muttered a minute later as she climbed to her feet. “You’d better be on your way here right this second or so help me god…”

Sighing, Kagome wrinkled her nose, shook her head, and got back to cutting up the gargantuan fish for that night’s dinner, however this time her thoughts centered around her hanyou husband and their daughter rather than alien fish from outer space.

Hours later, just before sunset, Kagome was outside hanging up laundry on the clothes line she’d had Inuyasha construct for her and there was still no sign of said hanyou anywhere. Of course it wasn’t particularly unusual for him to be so late, but she was more worried about Moroha when she’d come inside for dinner and discover that her father still had not returned.

With a frown and unable to shake off the anxious feeling that had taken root in her gut, Kagome pinned one of Moroha’s tiny kosodes to the line and worried her bottom lip as she straightened out the fabric. She knew her husband, knew he’d made a silent vow to himself to always be here during this particular night because he never wanted his daughter to feel as he had in his own youth. She was positive he’d do everything in his power to make it in time, just as she’d claimed to Moroha hours earlier, so she refused to entertain the thought that he was lying in a ditch somewhere, bleeding and unconscious and helpless--

“When I get my hands on you dogboy…” Kagome muttered darkly to herself as she just a little viciously tossed one said dogboy’s kosodes onto the line.

“Sounds promising,” a familiar voice rumbled in her ear as strong arms circled her waist from behind and Kagome gasped.

Dropping the pair of hakama in her hand, Kagome spun around and was greeted with the sight of warm amber eyes and a fanged grin. Momentarily forgetting her ire toward her husband, Kagome beamed and threw her arms around his neck to pull him into a long welcome-home kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.

“Mmm,” Inuyasha hummed against her lips and stole another kiss. “Miss me, wench?”

“Hmm…” Nuzzling his nose with hers, Kagome smiled and dug her fingers into his hair to cup the back of his neck. “Maybe. You had me worried for a minute there, dogboy. You’re late.”

“Mm.” Inuyasha grunted and buried his face in his wife’s neck, inhaling her scent and holding her for a minute, relishing the feel of her in his arms. Granted, it had only been just that morning when he left his family, but he hated being apart from them for any stretch of time.

Happy to have her beloved hanyou home, safe and in one piece, Kagome sighed and simply held her husband, letting him breath her in, relax, and wind down after what she assumed was a successful slaying mission and the long journey home. She smiled; she knew he’d make it.

Even if he was cutting it a little close this time and giving her premature gray hairs.

“What happened?” she questioned after another minute or so, knowing he had to have some explanation as to why he got back so late.

Heaving a sigh, Inuyasha reluctantly pulled away but kept his arms wrapped loosely around her waist. “It was definitely unexpected. The ‘youkai’ that was terrorizing the village actually turned out to be a forest deity trapped in a curse and after finding this out, me and the monk had to travel all over hell just to find out what happened. Long story short, we talked to about twenty different people to find out how to break it, used a boat to get to some small ass island in the middle of nowhere, uncovered a buried artifact, and smashed it to bits.”

Kagome stared up at him with wide eyes, not expecting such a turn of events. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Was the deity freed?”

He shrugged. “Assume so. When we got back to the village to collect the payment - the monk’s insistence, not mine - it was nowhere to be seen, and a few miles away there was a large area with blown back trees and scorched earth.”

Shaking her head, Kagome nonetheless accepted the explanation and tipped him a smile, lifting a hand to seize a furry ear and rub the soft flesh. She was immediately rewarded with a low rumble of approval and her smile widened.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re home,” she said and Inuyasha gave her one of his rare smiles, the one he reserved only for her and his daughter. And speaking of…

“She missed you,” Kagome murmured. Then she paused, and Inuyasha must have seen something in her expression because he frowned slightly.

“What happened?” he prodded and Kagome sighed before giving him a condensed version of what had happened earlier.

Predictably Inuyasha did not react well to the news, his ears flattening into his hair and the guilt was writ clear as day on his face. He grimaced and Kagome smiled a little wryly as she switched to his other ear, seeking to comfort him.

“Stop,” she said before his thoughts could get away from him and was expecting the scowl that crossed his features. She shook her head. “You’re here now. You didn’t break your promise and that’s what matters.”

As she continued to massage his ear, Inuyasha’s scowl gradually lessened until he was glaring a tad mulishly at his wife and her cheeky grin told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

“I hate it when you do that,” he grumbled and then sighed, his expression relaxing.

“No you don’t,” Kagome chirped and Inuyasha snorted. Laughing softly, she released his ear and reluctantly stepped out of his embrace.

“She outback?” he asked as he let his arms drop to his sides, his nose confirming what he'd just asked seconds before his wife answered him.

“Last I checked on her,” Kagome replied and stooped to pick up the hakama she’d dropped.

Inuyasha grunted his acknowledgment then caught her chin to pull her into one last lingering kiss. And another. And another. Until finally Kagome giggled and had to push him away and he brushed by her with a low chuckle.

Walking around their home toward what could be considered a backyard of sorts, Inuyasha found his daughter as he knew he would, kneeling barefoot in the dirt and constructing...something out of rocks, sticks, and what looked like several of Sango’s missing dishware.

He withheld a snort of amusement and crossed his arms as he leaned against their hut, a smile lifting the corners of his lips despite himself. His child was a little thief and he wasn’t sure if he should be proud of her apparent stealth or disappointed at her...well, thievery.

Oblivious to her father’s presence behind her - unsurprising given the time of day - Moroha continued to build whatever it was she was making, humming quietly to herself as she stacked the clay bowls, now covered in dirt, on top of the rocks and filled them with pebbles. She muttered something about bugs having somewhere to sleep and now Inuyasha wondered if he should be worried instead of proud or disappointed.

He was content to watch her for another few minutes as the sun sank lower into the sky until finally he decided to make his presence known.

“Whatcha buildin’ there, kiddo?”

Gasping, Moroha shot to her feet and spun around so fast she knocked down her rock, bowl, and stock formation but she hardly noticed. Spotting the figure clad in red cleaning casually against the wall of their home, grinning at her with warm honey eyes, the quarter-youkai released a squeal of pure delight and darted towards him with a mile-wide smile spreading across her face.

“Papa!” she shrieked and Inuyasha knelt down just in time to catch her in his arms as she barreled into them.

Holding her tight against him, Inuyasha stood with her in his arms and buried his nose in her hair, breathing in his little girl’s scent and letting it wash away the last of the tension that seized his muscles. Kagome’s soothing scent was only half of what he needed; his Moroha completed him in ways he hadn't even known he needed until she was born.

“I missed you,” Moroha murmured into his shoulder, her small arms locked tight around his neck and Inuyasha closed his eyes as he tightened his arms around her.

“Missed you too, babygirl,” he rumbled and kissed her temple. “Sorry I’m late. Forgive me?”

She nodded against his shoulder, refusing to relinquish her hold or pull away even an inch.

“I’ll always be here to protect you, Moroha,” Inuyasha vowed, his voice a low, earnest rumble. “No matter what, I’ll keep you and your mom safe. Now I need you to do something for me, okay?”

Moroha shifted against him and turned her head so she could peer up at his face with wide eyes, dark and beautiful just like her mother’s. She nodded once, always happy to do something for her papa whenever he asked.

Inuyasha nodded in approval. “If there ever comes a time that I’m not here and the village is in danger, I need you to trust your mom to keep you safe. She’ll do anything to protect you, just like I will, so you never have to worry about not being safe. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

His daughter blinked up at him, her eyes wide and slightly awed, but then her little face grew solemn and she nodded again, lifting a wee hand to gently pat his cheek.

“Okay, Papa,” Moroha agreed and he caught her small hand in his own. “I can do that. I know Mama will protect me, just like you do, and Aunt Sango, and Uncle Miroku, and Kohaku, and Gramma Kaede.”

Inuyasha smiled down at his little girl and pressed a kiss to her hand. “That’s my girl,” he murmured and Moroha gifted him with a brilliant smile, happy that she made her papa happy.

“Alright,” he said, sniffing the air once, twice. “I think your mama’s got dinner ready, so how about we go inside and get some grub? Dunno about you, but I’m starving.”

He tried to eat her hand to prove just how starving he was and Moroha’s gleeful laughter echoed into the night as the sun finally sank below the horizon.

Kagome looked up as her husband walked into their home with their fully human child in his arms and she smiled at them both before walking over to smother her daughter in kisses just to hear her laugh. Inuyasha took the opportunity to steal another kiss of his own from his wife before all three of them settled down by the fire to eat the seasoned fish and rice and the parents were content to listen to their daughter fabricate a story about the humongous fish the headman had given them.

Later, dinner put away, the fire crackling softly below a gently bubbling kettle for tea, Inuyasha sat against the wall with his daughter fast asleep in his arms and wrapped securely in his suikan. The only noticeable difference of the loss of her youkai blood was the lack of claws and fangs, but otherwise she looked completely the same.

Clawed fingers tenderly brushed away tendrils of onyx hair as golden eyes stared down at the slumbering child, wondering, soft, the love he felt for her so obvious it nearly put Kagome in tears. She didn’t bother offering to put her to bed; if he’d wanted, Inuyasha could have done that himself so she knew he was content to sit there holding their sleeping daughter and honestly, she couldn't blame him. Kagome loved holding her, too, but watching her husband as he caressed their daughter’s face, brushing back her hair, staring so lovingly at her as she slept on...it was truly an experience and she had to wonder if Inuyasha felt similarly when watching her hold their daughter.

Abandoning the cup of tea she was in the middle of making, Kagome crawled over to them and cozied up against her husband’s side. Inuyasha shifted and tugged her closer with an arm around her shoulders, dropping a kiss to her head as Kagome let it rest on his shoulder with a content sigh.

Together they watched the steady rise and fall of Moroha’s chest, listened to her even breathing, reveled in the powerful, overwhelming love they had for her and for each other as they sat in their home, warm, happy, and most importantly, safe.

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