#hiei fanfic

[sadisticyouko]

hello, im not sure if requests are open or closed, if they're closed you can ignore this ^^

reader is female.

can i request a one shot where the reader is a part of team urameshi and reader and hiei were secretly dating until (either member of your choice maybe kurama or something) walks in on the two of them kissing and eventually they come out that they've been dating. :P

☆ author's note : a little bit suggestive but not too much detail, I wrote most of this while i was super drunk last night and finally got around to finishing it up today, not sure if i love the ending tbh, but i hope this is to your liking ! ♡

❝ JUST BETWEEN US ❞

You weren’t sure what to call it. At first it started with bouts of protectiveness, almost constantly initiated by Hiei. The Dark Tournament was a vicious, cruel game that in a way, exposed a softer side of Team Urameshi as a whole. How you all cared for one another. How you would all willingly fight a stadium full of monsters for one another. It a was a fast track way to bond for a pair of teammates that knew little to nothing of each other previous to boarding that boat and fighting to the death one round after another.

You couldn’t tell that anything had changed about him after the first match. You were bloodied, slightly concussed, and amped up by the adrenaline of having won your first fight. Bruises no doubt littered your entire body. Yusuke congratulated you with a rough pat on the back, his hand accidentally slapping against a particularly deep wound. You gave Kuwabara a half hug on your way back, his embrace gentler, but still sturdy with relief.

When your eyes broke contact with the healthy green grass you stamped beneath your feet, you met Hiei’s crimson eyes.

Almost like an accident, at first. How long had he been staring? His eyes quickly darted to the left, almost embarrassed to have been caught watching you. But why would that be unusual? You figured he was just still learning it was normal to care about his friends.

You instinctively stood beside him for the remainder of the fights. Not much conversation, both of your attention glued to the arena before you. Your shoulders feeling like magnets. More effort to distance yourself from his side than it took to stay there. Your eyes occasionally meeting when you dare to look from the fight to his face. Like he had been staring. A light pink dusting his cheeks when he’s caught in the act before he immediately looks away. Another complaint if you stare for too long.

If Kuwabara breathed too hard you never heard the end of it from Hiei. If a contestant took a misstep in the arena he had a corrective remark to make of it.

When your hand accidentally brushed his…he was silent. When your eyes met his in the middle of a group conversation…he was silent.

It wasn’t until one of your matches went sideways that he decided not to waste anymore time.

Feeling out powered. Out classed. Running out of ideas. Out of time… You thought you might really die in front of your friends and a stadium full of demons chanting, praying for more of your blood to spill on the pavement. Your vision gets blurry after losing enough blood. It’s like seeing through static. Lungs burning with exertion. Muscles freezing, locking in place. This is it, you think. This is death.

And Hiei’s voice breaks through the thick fog of your surrender.

“Fight, (y/n), fight!”

It’s by some miracle your opponent passes out seconds before you. You released a burst of energy, you don’t even know how, to knock them out of the ring and begin the count down. The sound of the announcer’s eager voice ringing in your eyes. One…two… staggering…and darkness.

The air conditioner makes a comforting noise in the darkness of the hotel room. It’s a gentle hum. Sometimes a staccato to disrupt the pattern. Before your eyes even open, a heavy pounding begins in your head. Aching all over. Body heavy with exhaustion. And yet…your body fights. Shooting up in bed. Tense and primed for violence. Your hands balled into fists as your eyes adjust to the dark hotel room…

“Hn, finally. You’ve been sleeping for hours.”

It’s Hiei. His voice stirring an unfamiliar warmth in your belly that relaxes your muscles, your fight or flight instincts taking a back seat to an entirely new set of instincts. Of warmth…of uncertainty. You fidget in the white linen bed they assigned to you and let out a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Did we win?”

“Obviously.”

You haven’t dared to look at him yet, you hand encasing your face as your body adjusts to its surroundings. The bed dips with his weight as he comes to sit beside you, bringing a cool cup of water up to your lips and tipping it. Holding the glass as you sip and then gulp all the water within the glass. A bead of water escapes from your lips, drips down the side as Hiei retracts the glass.

Unbeknownst to you, he watches that little bead of water carefully. He watches your face carefully the same way he watched over you while you slept. Examining your breathing, dressing your wounds.. The moonlight bounces off the side of your cheek and casts a glow around your features. Features he worried he’d never see again. The face he saw bloodied and battered in the arena. The face he had secretly hoped he’d get to enjoy for years to come…

When you finally turn to look into his crimson eyes…he is electric… A live wire full of emotion and pain. Before either of you even realize, his hand is under your chin and pulling your face close into an innocent kiss. A press of his lips against yours, and moving fervently, desperately against yours until he opens his mouth and lets your taste in. Until he’s on top of you in bed, moving the sheets away from your body to feel you close. Until you’re gasping at the proximity. Until you’re wondering if you really did win that fight or maybe if you’ve descending into a blissful hell and hiei’s there to greet you with the most blissful sins imaginable.

No one notices for the rest of the tournament.

And, why would they? A life for death scenario each and every day. Never knowing whether or not you’d all finally make it home or if it’d be your last night on earth. Murdered in front of a live audience desperately cheering and hoping to see as much of a mess of your innards as possible.

You and Hiei made the most of it.

After everyone had fallen asleep. After everyone had made their way into their respective rooms. Whether it had been an exhaustive training day or an actual fight in the arena. You kept your door unlocked. Sometimes wandering through the halls of the hotel into his room, sometimes him seeking you out. Every touch of his calloused hands against your face. Every stolen glance or secret kiss. Every moment you had of darkness and peace after the tournament was indulged in between the two of you.

There were a few times you worried the secret would be given away. He didn’t like for anyone to stand too close to you. He didn’t like for you to volunteer for any fights, not if the four of them could handle it. It wouldn’t always be words or outward aggression he’d show to keep others away from you. Sometimes it was just an ominous energy emanating from him if someone else took the seat beside you. It took everything within his power not to drape an arm around you and tell his teammates flat out to back off. Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. She’s mine…

Naturally, a part of you worried that it would all come to an end once the tournament was over. No matter how sad or distant it made you feel, you always welcomed the fire demon into your arms and into your heart whenever he made his presence known. Life was too short to waste time worrying about a future that might never come. Not when you already had everything you wanted in your arms.

Despite having made it all the way back home, you were pleasantly surprised when his affections didn’t stop then.

He still needed to see you. Still needed you in his arms. Still needed your lips and hips pressed against his. There was no one else but him. There was no one else but you. It was a bit hard to define the limits, but Hiei seemed to understand what you were. You were his. And he was yours. And that was enough for a demon from another world to understand.

Moments alone were easier to come by after the tournament. Hiei would seek you out whenever he felt like it, and the others were occupied with going back into the daily routines they held before. So when the team was called back together for another mission, you two were a bit out of practice in the sneaking around department.

The gang had been around each other almost every second during the last few days.

No alone time. No stolen kisses or quick pecks, not while the others were present and within sight. And every moment that Hiei had to go without your touch was another moment of growing agitation.

Kuwabara finally dozes off laying on the living room floor. The lights are dim in his family room, everyone had been strategizing hard for the next mission. Yusuke stretches his legs in front of him from where he leans against the couch, getting lost staring at the screen of his phone. Kurama stands stiffly before excusing himself for a light walk around the neighborhood.

You lock eyes with Hiei.

He gets up and disappears further into the house. You wait a few minutes. Eyes darting between the two boys in the room. Both tired and both not paying any attention. You finally stand and follow Hiei into an empty bedroom.

The room is dark, and the door closes behind you before your eyes even adjust to the darkness and register his presence.

It's his hand at your waist you recognize before finally meeting his crimson gaze. Your hand naturally drifts up to his cheek, cupping his face the way you've done dozens of times before.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't need to. Not when his body already fills the silence. I need you. I miss you. I need you closer. I need your touch...

When his lips finally press against yours, his kiss is heated and desperate and heavy with wanting. Wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring your familiar taste and claiming you the way he had been dying to for so many days in a row.

Click.

The doorknob clicks open and the door bumps into the wall as it swings open. "Oh my god."

Hiei had instinctively gripped you tighter at the sound, pulling you close with one arm as his other hand gripped the handle of his sword.

A move which he instantly regretted, given the sight.

"Oh my god!" Yusuke points with a devilish grin, laughing at the unexpected discovery, "Are you two dating?! Hiei, you dog!"

Hiei grimaces at the detective's discovery. His grip on you only slightly loosening as he turns to threaten Yusuke. "Shut up you idiot."

"Oh my god, how did we not notice?! How long has this been going on for?!"

The discovery is entertaining enough for Yusuke to go on and on, only for Kuwabara to wake up and barge in and the entire secret is exposed. On the one hand, it's a bit of relief that you two won't have to sneak around the gang anymore. On the other, it's a relentless barrage of jokes and euphemisms while the two dummies come to terms with the discovery. At least Hiei won't be as agitated during the team meetings anymore, if he somehow manages not to kill one of them before the night's over.

©️sadisticyouko | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way without permission.

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei

For a very long time, Hiei desperately tries to convince himself that he isn’t falling.

gender neutral. sfw. fluff. headcanons.

PART 2

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon first meeting, Hiei barely pays you any attention. He's not the kind of guy who's charmed by looks, and the fact that you're human doesn't make him any fonder. Similar to when he met Yusuke and the others, it takes him time to warm up. He's moved by personality and character.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Once you pique his interest, he studies every detail about you. Your scent, your energy, the sound of your voice—everything. With just a glance, he can spot a small change in your appearance, such as a new accessory or a shift in your mood. He doesn't comment on these things; he simply keeps them tucked away in his mind. It's like he's building a little portfolio in his head. All while denying the fact that he’s interested in you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei tries to build up a mental wall every time you appear in his thoughts, but it’s useless. The mere mention of your name makes his ears perk up like a dog! One minute, he wants nothing to do with you, and the next, he’s waiting for the moment he can see you again.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Internally, Hiei is conflicted. He thinks romantic feelings are a silly human experience. But as time goes on, he can’t stay in denial for much longer. The dilemma is bothersome, yet he thinks about you frequently.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As he struggles to control his emotions, you’ll never know how he truly feels. It’s almost impossible to catch him looking in your direction. He’s a master at observation. As soon as you try to catch his gaze, he’s staring off in the distance, as if you aren’t even there.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his silent yearning, Hiei will avoid you. If you try to start a conversation with him, he keeps it short and simple. It’s difficult to create a bond, especially when he won't even look at you. However, you don’t get the impression that he wants to push you away. He’s a man of few words but his body language reveals enough. Sometimes he may stand beside you, a little closer than usual, and your arms brush. As subtle as it may be, it’s electrifying.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Even though Hiei is unsure of his relationship with you, he takes pride in the possibility that you like him too. Facing his feelings would be a lot easier if you shared them. Whenever he noticed your eyes admiring him from afar, the tiniest smirk would curl on his lips. Feeding his ego is the best way to break his shell. One time you laughed at his witty insult towards Kuwabara and he was so freaking smug about it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Eventually, he’ll start to initiate small talk, usually when there are fewer people around. He takes the time to reassure you about upcoming fights or advise you to stay cautious.

𓆩⟡𓆪 If you have the capability to defend yourself, he worries less, but if you’re an ordinary human, Hiei instinctively keeps you safe. For instance, if there’s a huge explosion that sends rocks flying everywhere, he quickly lifts you out of harm's way. Thanks to his speed, no one notices, but the two of you are left flustered afterward.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As feelings continue to build, it's hard for Hiei to maintain his indifference. When someone else openly flirts with you, he can only stand quietly while they make their move. It’s not his place to intervene. If he were to do something brash, he risks exposing himself. Hiei is practically boiling on the inside. If you were taken away from him, he’d lose his shit.

𓆩⟡𓆪 For the most part, things stay the same (like for months). Hiei stubbornly refuses to confess. He may have accepted his human-like desires, but that doesn't mean he's ready to take the next step. Dating is too foreign and unfamiliar. Plus, you'd be put at risk if word got out that he cared for you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But maybe you find yourself in danger, or Hiei is putting his life on the line during a fight. Emotions will be high, and the idea of losing each other is enough to bring out the truth. Possibly?

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extra:

Kurama knew Hiei liked you before Hiei even knew he liked you!

[jilted-love]

So it turns out I ship Kurahi too but I didn't like Kurama being sweet and nice and Hiei being soft for him. I prefer monster Kurama who pretends to be human but killed most that was considered an enemy. Surviving Kurama's monstrosity gets Hiei horny.

[kazimakuwabara]

Feral

Summary: Kurama goes Feral. It's more amusing than one would think. (1000 ish words, humor and friendship)

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“Uh… what is happening here?” Yusuke asked, staring at a scene he hadn’t quite expected to walk in on.

Hiei at Yusuke's side, simply nodded along, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.

Kuwabara, battered and bruised, with some silver cuffs on his wrists that suppressed his Reiki, was sitting awkwardly, more or less in Youko Kurama’s lap. The great Youko had his arms wrapped around Kuwabara’s waist and was alternating between rubbing his face against the back of Kuwabara’s throat, cheeks, and the top of his head. Youko's white silvery tail was thumping loudly against the floorboards, as he cuddled and nuzzled against Kuwabara, whining like an overexcited animal.

“...Uh… well…” Kuwabara shrugged, going through a series of sounds as he tried to find the words to explain his odd situation, “Uh… the guy who captured us injected Kurama with something that turned Kurama into his Youko form… but he’s all… kinda feral now? He won’t talk to me either, he just makes these noises…”

Kuwabara was cut off as Youko let out a stranger chattering sound, followed by a keening yip, and then proceeded to cuddle Kuwabara harder. He buried his face into the back of his throat, his tail wagging even more enthusiastically.

Kuwabara sheepishly pat Kurama's leg and with a touch of embarrassment, but plenty of affection, cooed, "Yeah, you're just a sweet guy, ain't ya Kurama?"

“He’s become a cuddle monster,” Yusuke managed incredulously, his voice a mix of awe and delight. It seemed he might laugh at any moment, but was somehow managing to keep the amusement at bay, if at least for his own safety.

“The demon who captured you both and drugged Kurama. Where is he now?” Hiei asked stepping into the room. He was doing much better than Yusuke at keeping a straight face, though his eyes were rather wide.

Kuwabara smirked, and then gestured to the corner by their door, “Oh, well. I guess the guy was hoping Kurama was gonna like eat me or kill me, or something other than cuddle me. But Kurama sniffed me, and just started to cuddle, and it pissed the dude off. He got real pissy about it.”

A bubble of laughter snuck out of Yusuke’s throat as he started to reach his breaking point of keeping a neutral expression.

Kuwabara lifted his voice and continued to speak over him as he kept up with his explanation, “So the guy came towards us, clearly ready to do something to us, or well, really me. And Kurama attacked him. Just leaped at him with this ferocious snarl, fangs out, claws out, and boom! Snapped his neck, and left him in the corner!” Kuwabara lifted his cuffed hands and pointed to the corner of the room by the door again.

Yusuke and Hiei stepped further into the room and peeked behind the door. There, slumped in a heap, was the demon who had abducted Kurama and Kuwabara several hours ago.

Yusuke lost it, “Oh my God. I’ve been scared shitless, and Kurama, in a feral state, just snapped a dude’s neck that we couldn't take out as a team! And he’s here cuddling you like you’re his kit!” He threw back his head and laughed, ignoring Kuwabara who snapped at him to shut it.

Hiei stepped further into the room, and Kurama suddenly darted at him.

Yusuke’s amusement fell away as he tensed with worry, but it was unnecessary.

Kurama had rushed Hiei, sniffed him, and then made another high-pitched keening sound, and began to rub himself against Hiei, cuddling and nuzzling Hiei as if he was greeting an old friend. Kurama had even gone as far as dropping to his knees, so he could tuck himself under Hiei’s chin, and nuzzle at the fire demon’s throat. 

Hiei smirked at Kurama’s behavior, and chuckled, “Putting Kurama in a feral state was a foolish thing to do. We have Kurama’s scent on us. Even in a feral state, he would be able to recognize his own scent on someone and know if it made them his enemy of friend. He most likely regards us as his pack mates; his family.”

“That would explain why he keeps trying to feed me rats,” Kuwabara sighed, holding out his hands towards Yusuke.

Understanding immediately, Yusuke approached Kuwabara and carefully snapped the cuffs off, the silver shackles falling to pieces on the floor. Kuwabara sighed with relief and rubbed his wrists, before he stretched his palm and sent a sparkle of his Reiki over his hands. “Oh thank goodness. It’s back.”

“Kurama’s been trying to feed you rats?” Yusuke asked, sliding under one of Kuwabara’s arms, and hauling the large man to his feet.

Bruised and aching, but not too bad off, Kuwabara kept a hand curled around Yusuke’s shoulder and leaned on him for support. “Yeah. There were rats in the room. Kurama hunted them down, and he’s been trying to get me to eat them!” Kuwabara gave a sheepish grin, and gestured to a thin blanket behind them, “I’ve been stuffing them under there to appease him!”

Yusuke started to laugh again when the yipping Youko was suddenly invading his space. He snipped Yusuke’s cheeks, and neck, and then made a pleased, “mrrr,” sound before cuddling into Yusuke’s space, and rubbing his cheek against Yusuke’s throat.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Yusuke gasped, half laughing, “Wow, he’s happy to see us.”

“This isn’t like… gonna be forever is it?” Kuwabara asked, reaching out to gently pet one of Kurama’s long ears.

Kurama purred and then gave Kuwabara’s chest a nuzzle, happy for the attention.

“I have an idea of what they gave him, so I’m sure it’ll wear off,” Hiei said, grinning at Kurama. Kurama for his part, saw Hiei’s grin and rushed back to Hiei to rub against him a few more times before darting back to Yusuke. Kurama bounced between his three friends, yipping and whining, his tail wagging rapidly with excitement.

“He’s going to be mortified!” Hiei added with a cackle.

“Well, let’s head on out. We can stop by Koenma’s, or go see Yukina. Someone. Let’s make sure we fix this,” Yusuke sighed, grinning at Kurama as he affectionately nipped at Yusuke’s jawline. Yusuke used a free hand to gently push Kurama away, and chuckled, “While I bet his mom would love a more cuddly Kurama, we can’t let him stay like this for too long.”

“He’ll follow us right?” Kuwabara asked, limping as Yusuke helped to guide him out of the room.

“Oh, I don’t think we have to worry about that!” Hiei snorted, holding the door open for Yusuke and Kuwabara. The moment the pair cleared the threshold, Kurama darted off after them, before coming back to Hiei and whining.

Hiei reached out and patted Kurama’s cheek, “Calm down, I’m coming too. Go on now.” 

Kurama yipped and then exited the room. Hiei followed, snorting with amusement as he followed after his friends, “I can’t wait for Kurama to go back to normal. He’s never going to live this down.” He then laughed loudly and shut the food firmly.

The villain, whose body was still slumped in the corner, dead for his efforts, was quietly and easily forgotten.

[hiei-is-my-love-language]

Hiei had gone further than she expected. He waited for her in a clearing, surrounded by trees on all sides. The sky had darkened, casting a gloomy haze on their surroundings. It was private; far enough away from the camp that anything they said would not be overheard. Not that she expected much conversation.

He had just finished wrapping his hands. Without looking up, he tossed the roll of tape at her. She caught it with the tips of her fingers.

"Use this," he instructed. "It will protect your fists." 

She did so clumsily, unsure of the proper technique. As she flexed her fingers, adjusting to the limited mobility, he came to stand directly in front of her. His scent was reminiscent of the deepest part of the woods - those dense tangles where even the sun could not reach. Had he always smelled this way?

"Hit me, right here," he said, pointing to the middle of his hand. 

She hesitated, trying to imagine how she could throw a punch when all she wanted to do was touch him. Hold him. To kiss him. Anything that would show him what he meant to her. But she could not. Would not.

"Go on. As hard as you can."

Brave face, Airi. She wound up with her eyes targeted on his hand, throwing all of her weight into her fist. It landed, and the shock of it radiated up her arm. 

"If you throw a punch like that, you'll break your thumb, or worse."

He grabbed her hand, unwrapping her fingers and reforming them into a proper fist. He moved behind her and adjusted her shoulders, then placed his hands on her hips, pushing one forward and pulling the other back towards his body. Electricity crackled in the space between them.

"This is a basic stance," he said, coming back around to face her. "Memorize what it feels like."

They spent the rest of the morning this way, with short bursts of instruction followed by long bouts of practicing. Hiei spoke of nothing that did not relate to the training, and she did not speak at all. Being with him this way was devastating. Since they'd first met, she'd been carefully crafting the foundation of their friendship, one stone at a time. It appeared a single moment knocked them all down. 

The sun broke out in the late afternoon, and she turned her face up to feel the warm rays. Her whole body ached. Hiei's physical drills were even more exhausting than his mental ones, and his conditioning was unbelievable. They'd spent hours punching, kicking, blocking, and parrying, yet he did not seem any less energized than he had that morning. 

The fatigue settling into her muscles slowed her reaction time, and she failed to block a brutal attack. His fist landed square on her shoulder, the jolt of it drawing a loud yelp from her. Immediately he stopped to check on her.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said, gripping her arm and wishing he'd let it go.

His hand raised to push aside the collar of her shirt. She tore her arm away from him.

"What is it?" 

All she could do was shake her head. He reached out for her again, this time more hesitantly. 

Maybe it's time. 

She flinched as his fingers brushed her collarbone, second-guessing her decision. Her eyes shut, unable to watch herself be this vulnerable.

"Airi..."

Her name on his lips made her shiver. It was the first time she'd heard it.

She felt the air on her bare skin as he exposed more of her shoulder. His touch, like a whisper, swept over the crests and valleys of her scars. When she found the strength to open her eyes, she saw his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed into a dark "V". 

"Are they everywhere?" he growled. 

Nodding, she regretted showing him.

"Your shoulder is fine. We're done for the day."

Amazing commission by @hanase !!! I love seeing them in different styles and the emotion in this is just everything ♥️

[lessyandmina]

Hey! List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last ten people who liked or reblogged something from you. (no pressure :))

Alrighty then. Here are my five things that make me happy:

1. My cosplays

2. My stories

3. My irl husband

4. My video games

And 5.

My two anime husbands.

So I'm tagging some of my peeps (sorry if it annoys). @hazzyking @bane-huntress @kurama-shuichi @hiei-is-my-love-language @autistic-swanprincess @that-dumpster-angel-from-space @askurameshiyusuke @batchsncookies @peluche1988 @rouge-the-bat

[luckystarchild]

hi there! dabbling into yyh rarepairs, have you ever considered hiei and botan becoming a thing? i’m kinda leaning to the idea. do you know any good fics or authors i should start with?

I don't ship them and have nothing to recommend. :)

But if it helps, I've seen that pairing pop up so many times in this fandom that I don't consider it a rarepair, and I don't think you'll have trouble finding material to read. Sorting the stories on FFnet by number of reviews yields half a dozen Hiei/Botan stories (plus a bunch of Kurama/Botan stories) on the first couple of pages. I haven't read any of them and can't attest to their quality.

TBH, I think Kurama/Botan and Hiei/Botan are some of the more basic ships in this fandom, and definitely some of the default non-yaoi and non-OC ships. If you want to read a hetero romance story in this fandom that doesn't include an OC, odds are Botan will be a part of the pairing. Such is the fate of being the only woman in the main cast who doesn't have a canonical boyfriend. You get shipped with everyone, all the time, no matter how much sense the pairing makes.

(No shade to people who ship Botan with anyone, btw. It's just that across multiple fandoms, there's a trend of shipping the only notable woman in the cast with every single male character even if the pairing is nonsensical or a poor fit. While some of these fics result in cool character studies, sometimes it's clear the author is just using the female character to avoid writing an OC, mischaracterizing her so badly to make her fit the assigned pairing that she becomes practically unrecognizable. At that point just write a damn OC instead of forcing pairings that don't make sense, jeez...)

The widespread, multi-fandom bias against OCs is a pet peeve of mine, in case you couldn't tell, and this fandom's use of Botan has unfortunately played into that annoyance from time to time. But I'm sure there are many amazing stories with that pairing out there! I just don't have any interest in reading them. Sorry, anon!

[the-masked-ram]

CW: mild angst mostly comfort fluff

A/N: writing this on my phone so have to put title in the stupid post...

Digging His Grave- hiei x reader

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Hiei didn't think it was possible to feel so vulnerable. To feel like maybe he will die without the threat of fist in his face or a sword at his throat. But you always surprise him.

You take from him, pieces he never agreed to give, and you never return them. Instead, they stay in your soft, human hands, and soon enough, he feels like he's crumbling. Like those fingers of yours are digging his grave right before his eyes. Like with just the right brush of your skin against his, he will fall backward into the hole waiting to swallow him up.

He is an arrogant man, and could give any demon's ego a run for the money. But with you standing in front of him, holding those pieces of his soul, of his heart, he is certain he is humbled. A weak, pathetic mortal is the one who will be his undoing. Because he knows when he loses you, and he is certain he will one day, he will eagerly chase his own death for the first time in his life.

His arms find your waist in the dark of the night and allows himself to relax, surrounded by your familiar scent. For now, despite how tenuous your life is, he will let himself love you in the only way he knows how.

[o-dragon05]

This has happened more than once with some of y’all 😂😂😂😅😅😅

Image not mine.

[autistic-swanprincess]

Whispers of the Hiruiseki (KuraHi)

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Kurama longs to be with Hiei, but Hiei feels torn between wanting to stay in the Human World with Kurama or remain in the Demon World as Mukuro’s right hand man.

One night, Hiei makes a decision to protect Kurama by leaving him without saying goodbye and leaving a Hiruiseki stone necklace as a gift to remember him by.

But when he gets news from Yusuke and Kuwabara that Kurama is missing, Hiei goes with them and tries to figure out what happened to him and why would someone take him.

[bluuphoenixx]

(I do not take ownership of this photo)

Chapter Twelve - Swords and Bows Don’t Mix of my HieixOC fanfic called Flower Blue is up!

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[sadisticyouko]

— ❝ GRUDGE MATCH ❞ ft. HIEI

Warning: hiei x reader, smut, hate sex, coercion, penetrative sex no protection, slight exhibitionism, minors dni 18+ only

Summary: you’re the healer at hiei’s training gym and don’t take too kindly to how aggressively he treats his students. he decides to take out all his aggression on you instead.

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“IF YOU HAD any hopes of me going soft on you, then I’d encourage you to give up now.”

The crowd already gathered around at the front of the gym kept silent, only passing uneasy stares and shuffling awkwardly as hiei continued.

“I don’t care if you’re vomiting blood, crying, or on the brink of death. You’re better off just dying if you think that means the training is done.”

The aura of fear around the newbies was palpable. You had been busying yourself at the back of the gym. Tidying up the emergency aid kits and taking stock of the medical supplies. Normally you wouldn’t be paying much attention to the pep talks coaches and trainers give their new students, but this had you off the counter and on your feet before you could even resist the instinct.

“Uh, surely you don’t mean that,” your voice rang through the atmosphere like a silver bell. A sound of sweet clarity against the harsh and gritty tone of their trainer.

Hiei glared daggers at you, but you kept your attention on the small group huddled around him, now turning to face you.

With a soft and reassuring smile, you continued. “Hey everyone, I’m the healer here and I just wanted to let you all know that you’ll be safe while training and if anything bad happens, I’ll be here to take care of you, okay?”

A few of the demons shuffled their feet, uneasy but giving small nods.

Hiei cut through the crowd, roughly shoving someone off their feet as he confronted you face to face.

It was a harsh, hot gust of wind that followed him. A powerful heated aura magnifying the area, stifling the air in your lungs and drying your throat.

His eyes are brighter in person, you thought to yourself. Red. Thick and syrupy like the blood in your veins. You bit your tongue, and the copper taste flooded your mouth.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m…” your voice came out soft, hoarse. You tried to clear it, breathe a little, but the weight of his intimidating gaze held you down. “N-not gonna watch someone die…”

You gasped as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, bending you so his face hovered just over yours. You had sewed your eyes shut before even realizing.

“Shut the fuck up, and stand in the back until I say so. Got it?”

A little squeak escaped your mouth as you nodded. He let you go and stormed back to his spot at the front of the crowd.

“Train like your life depends on it, because I’ll make sure it does. Everyone understand?”

Their affirmations were firm and loudly echoed their fear off the walls of the room. Though you had only meant to comfort them, you now found yourself equally intimidated by your new boss.

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The thick slices of pork sizzled behind the counter as Kurama and Hiei waited for their order. Kuwabara would be running late today, and Yusuke was the one busying himself behind the counter of the food stall.

The delinquent turned hero yelled something at the man farther in the kitchen, laughing to himself as he got a reply.

Kurama smiled wistfully before turning to Hiei. “I heard yesterday didn’t go so well.”

Hiei grimaced at the tap water in front of him. “Hiring a healer was a bad idea.”

“Do I have to explain the concept of lawsuits to you again?”

“No,” hiei grunted before raising a hand to rub his temple, “maybe, ugh…they’re all so weak! What’s the point in even training fighters if it’s not to make them strong?”

“There are other ways to make strong fighters. Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘the same boiling water that hardens the egg softens the potato?”

“I say we boil them all and let that sort them out. We’ll see who has weakened and eliminate them swiftly.”

Kurama chuckled before taking a sip of his water. “That’s not the point.”

“Once again your meaningless human euphemisms fail to communicate a direct meaning. I don’t see a problem with boiling them alive.”

“…please don’t do that.”

“It’s not your gym, what do you care?”

“I recommended the healer to you, so I feel some responsibility for her well being.”

Hiei huffed, one strong finger tracing a line down the condensation of his glass. “If she doesn’t like the job, then she should just quit.”

“Hot plate ! Coming up !” Yusuke announced as he brought the sizzling plate to the counter between his two friends. Kuwabara came rushing up from around the corner, announcing his arrival in the form of shouting at them to wait until he’s seated. The gang of misfits enjoyed their meal without bringing up the healer again.

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The next few weeks, hiei was accompanied by an assistant trainer you knew quite well. While you were grateful for kurama’s calming presence, you hoped he hadn’t felt forced to show up due to your barrage of complaints you texted him the day after.

It became peaceful, for the most part. Hiei was still harsh and aggressive, leading the class as best he could while Kurama weaved in and out with tactful tips and words of reassurance.

And under Kurama’s protective eye, you had free reign over the gym.

“This is a hairline fracture. Do you know what that means?” You growled at the blue demon seated on the bench in the back of the gym. One hand on his leg as you looked up at him with an anger not entirely directed at him.

“It hurts,” he winced again.

You couldn’t help the growl of exasperation that slipped through your lips, eyes immediately darting across the gym looking for the asshole responsible.

“Hiei!” Storming up from beside the demon, you stalked your way to the center of the room where the fiery instructor was sparring with another injured client.

Fists still raised and wrapped, his eyes darted to the side to lock with yours in that same bright red intensity.

“What?”

With a dry throat, you hesitated. Quickly searching for kurama somewhere in the room with the corner of your eyes, and upon finding him watching, you regained your confidence and continued.

“You said no more broken bones !”

He lowered his fists and approached you slowly.

“What does it matter if I break their bones? Your job is to heal. Stop complaining that I’m giving you work.”

You let out another frustrated growl, clenching your fists at your side. “That’s not the point ! Even with my healing, you’re still leaving permanent damage !”

“Then you’re not as good a healer as you claimed to be.”

“I never said—!” In the middle of your squabbling you two had gravitated closer, almost chest to chest so you could glare and point your anger directly at him. He only leaned in more, huffing and arguing until one of your stray hands accidentally brushed his shoulder.

“So you want to fight? Is that it?” He snapped, trapping your wrist in the air with an iron grip.

“I want you—” you tugged at your wrist. No motion. Like trying to shove a wall. “—to go easier on your students!” You yanked again to no avail. Throwing your other hand against to chest to try to pull your arm free.

Hiei couldn’t help but smirk. Your little attempts to set yourself free juvenile at best.

“That’s enough.” Kurama came up with a steady expression, both hands in the air as he addressed the two of you.

“We’re not done talking.”

“Then take it outside. Get some fresh air. It’ll be good for the two of you to make peace.”

“What?!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kurama was gonna let you be alone with this sadistic monster? “I don’t wanna—”

“Let’s go.” With your wrist still in his hand, hiei dragged you through the back doors of the gym.

It was a small alleyway that led to the parking lot around the corner. A tall cement wall kept it isolated. The dusty area mostly went unused. Hiei dragged you to the dead end away from the glass doors and away from the parking lot.

Once you finally snatched your hand free, he turned to glare at you.

“What’s your problem with me?!” You snapped at him. “I’m only trying to keep people safe!”

“Are you trying to keep them safe or are you trying to piss me off?”

“I’m trying—” you two had gravitated again. Almost chest to chest as you glared at his bright red eyes, desperately trying to avoid bumping into his sculpted chest. At some point the building wall had made its way behind you, and you found yourself unknowingly backing into it as you continued your argument with hiei.

“Just shut up before I—!”

“Before you what? Blow up the whole building or—”

His arms came down on either side of you, caging you in. Your eyes caught sight of the large vein of his bicep before falling back on the torn edge of his dark shirt. Gaze trailing back up the dip of his collar bone, the smoothness of his neck, his angled jaw. Meeting his eyes was humiliating, heat flooding your face. You couldn’t help but curl into yourself, leaning back slightly so that he hovered over you. Controlling the small space with his body entirely.

“Done mouthing off?”

Lips pressed into a hard line, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. A shaky “no” escaping your lips.

“No?” He repeated. Bringing his face closer to yours. So that your eyes could only focus on his lips. So that you could only see the plush curve of his mouth and feel the gentle breath of his exhale. “What if I take it out on you then?”

Your shaky hands touched his chest. Hard and warm. Gently pushing. Softly resisting.

“Think you can take their place?”

“…and you’ll go easy on them…?” You could barely breathe. Heart hammering as you waited for his reply.

It was a curt nod. A small motion before he rasped, “but I won’t on you…”

It was the softest sound. The smallest whimper… and you nodded. Just before he pushed his lips against yours. Pushing you back so roughly against the wall. Working his mouth over yours. Hands gripping and squeezing your waist, your hips, your neck.

With a hand around your throat, he broke the kiss to bite down harshly on your lip. You gasped, quickly turned to moan as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Exploring your taste as his other hand traveled to your chest.

Roughly squeezing the fat of your breast, rolling your hardened nipple through your shirt.

You knew you hated him. At least, a part of you did. You had to. Not that you could tell from the way you moaned from his kiss. Body heating and giving in to his every touch. Pawing at the shirt on his chest, desperate to feel the skin of the thick, corded muscle on his back.

Just as your fingers gripped at the collar around his neck, his arms flew up to pin yours over your head.

“You see enough of me at the gym,” his lips ghosted over yours, “we’ll make this quick.” Switching both your wrists to one sturdy hand, he slipped his other down the front of your pants. Fingers going past the waist of your panties, slipping right between your messy folds as you gasped from the contact.

A growl rumbled from his chest and his eyebrows knitted at the feeling of your arousal, prodding at your entrance with one thick finger. “You’re soaked….”

“I-i….” you fumbled for an excuse, hips grinding against his hand without your control.

“You’ve thought about this then?”

“N-no….” You lied as you struggled against his hand pinning your wrists. You hate him. You so clearly hate him that you would never fantasize about his overworked, sweaty body leaving the showers at night.

Slowly, with an agonizing patience you didn’t know he possessed, he pushed one finger inside you. Inch by inch until he was down to the knuckle, curling the digit and enticing an embarrassing wetness from you.

You threw your head back, knocking it against the brick wall with a dull thud as you writhed against hiei’s ministrations.

The sound of his deep chuckle barely made its way through your consciousness past the sounds of his fingers squelching.

And then he stopped.

Pulled his hand from your pants and released your wrists to spin you around and push you up against the wall. He took your arms back to pin them behind you, and this time you could hear the clicking of his belts as he quickly undid them with a practiced hand.

“Last chance to bow out. And I very seldom give last chances,” he breathed into your ear as his chest pressed up against your back. His hand squeezed around your forearm, and much to your own dismay, you felt yourself pushing your hips back up against him. Arching with what little freedom you had to press up against his hardened erection.

“Just fuck me alrea—!” you gasped as he ripped a massive hole in your leggings, pushing your panties aside and exploring your lips with the head of his cock. Collecting your juices before he finally stretched you out, filling you slowly and stretching you full of his thick cock as his grip on you tightened.

“oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned just under your breath. your hips grinding slowly back against him as he let his cock rest nestled deep inside you. letting you adjust to his girth.

“Mmmm…” the sound reverberated deep in his throat. With a fist and forearm against the wall, he adjusted his grip on you to squeeze at your waist instead. “You’re not gonna run off, are you?” His voice several octaves deeper with lust since he pushed inside you.

“No, ahh. No. I’d never…” it felt too good. It felt too good for you to think about anything other than the stretch. The reach of pleasure that his cock might give you.

With another wry chuckle, he teased “good girl,” and slowly began to pull out.

Stopping half way to push back in, beginning a slow, deep pace. each thrust forward going deeper than the last. stretching you more. picking up the pace as your breathy moans quickly became loud. begging. desperate as he pummeled into you. suddenly fucking you hard, fast, grabbing the back of your hair and tugging harshly as you begged.

“oh my god ! oh my god !”

You pushed yourself back into him each time, hands splayed on the brick wall and willing him deeper with each slap of his hips against your ass.

It crept up on you. As inevitable and as big as a tsunami creeps up on a city. The overwhelming tension, the singular chord in your body holding back an immense wave of pleasure. “god, I think I’m gonna…m’ so close…”

“Gonna cum already? I don’t remember you asking.”

“pleasepleaseplease hiei, I can’t….I can’t—!”

His hand slid from your hip to your cunt, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit until your knees trembled. Moans heightened. Pleasure dizzying, until his lips brushed up the curve of your neck, teeth tenderly wrapping around the flesh, and biting roughly. Sucking the curve of your neck in a swirl of delicious pain and pleasure that finally snapped your senses and plunged you into an aggressive orgasm.

The wave took over. Whole body shuddering as your vision blacked out in a moment of pure ecstasy. And you squeezed him so tightly, so deliciously that before he even anticipated his own release, you dragged him straight down. A quick gasp of surprise as he suddenly spilled ropes of pure heated pleasure straight into your cunt. Hips moving on their own as he kept his brutal pace to his ultimate enjoyment. Shuddering from the heat, shuddering from how wet and tightly and sweetly your body took all that his had to give.

Hiei shuddered from the aftershocks of his orgasm, hips still unconsciously, slowly dragging in and out of your walls. He was quickly approaching sensitivity, but he couldn’t stop himself just yet from how good you felt.

Your breathing slowly started to level, still gasping and clenching at an occasional thrust that just felt too good. Slowly coming back to your senses, your vision cleared enough to recognize the brick wall in front of you.

You turned to glare at Hiei’s blown out eyes behind you. His gaze still fixed on where you were both connected, eyebrows drawn in concentration. You almost regretted not being able to see his handsome face while you fucked.

“You owe me new tights, y’know.”

A small smirk crept over his face before he met your eyes with his own. “Just don’t wear any when you come in for work tomorrow.”

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[oddmawd]

i did a bad thing

i wrote the first two chapters of my Hiei/OC fic (set in the same universe as The Sight Unseen)

they are SHORT (one is 1k, the other is 500 words)

but i still wrote them

and it is taking EVERYTHING INSIDE ME not to post them

ugggghhhhh why am i LIKE THISSSSSSS

[kazimakuwabara]

Keeping a relationship together gets hard as things start to fall apart.

Cheack out Part two of my Hiei x Kuwabara series: The Seasons Still Change

[hiei-is-my-love-language]

Did not realize when I started the amount of joy commissioning artwork for this story would bring me 😭

Art by @27-orange-lily !!

[staerplatinum]

I wanted to update my fanfic masterpost... but between for all 2023 i only posted about YYH, so maybe I'll do different posts for the other fanfics (though I'll probably make it just for this and a Winx one,,) Reposting that Koeyuki fanart I did just because it's fitting with the theme of sharing a bookshelf lol

Google Docs, both of them are a constant wip:

edits in Endgame (notes of things I've changed according to my fanfic)

Koenma (a doc with notes about him and character study)

AO3, series and fanfics:

見ぬが花。 (the series where all the main AU compliant fanfics can be found, there may be Canon/OC too!)

Endgame (the main longfic, set after the end of Sensui Saga/during and after Three Kings Saga)

Black Swan (prequel to Endgame with Koenma as its protagonist, mind the tags)

Koenma multiship (a series with Koenma's ships, including rarepairs and OCs)

Yuri Yuri Hakusho (wlw ships)