#inuyasha dance au

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Ballet and Breakdance

I am alive! First sketch I've finished in ages that I'm happy with. I love the whole ballerina vs b-boy aesthetic. Inspired by this amazing dance couple I stumbled across on YouTube.

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Happy birthday, @violetasteria! I hope you're having a lovely day today!

[yinyuedijun]

bofurin trio in feudal japan | youkai au

inuyasha-esque au featuring the wbk characters as youkai and other feudal era figures. I watched too much inuyasha as a child and you can tell lol

kitsune!suo x fem!reader hcs here

sakura haruka | nekomata-possessed human

→ a nekomata possessed him while he was still in the womb. its memories are gone, but its powers remained. consequently, sakura was born as a human with nekomata features (including his black & white hair, superhuman strength, and a tendency to severely misbehave).

→ he can switch completely between forms. he cannot shift into the form of another human or radically change his human appearance, however.

→ he tends to prefer existing in his human form. (If he spends too long in his nekomata form, he becomes afraid that he'll forget how to be a human and permanently stay a monster.)

→ when he gets embarrassed or very emotional, his ears and two tails come out.

→ suo teases him a lot for this and will try to provoke it as much as possible lmao. he likes to offer sakura towels and ask him to dance whenever his tails are out. (the first time this happened, sakura tried to maul him lol)

→ growing up, sakura was referred to as a "demon child" and ostracized his whole life. after a demon attack on their village, sakura was blamed and his parents were killed for having given birth to him. he escaped to the mountains (where nekomata tend to hide) and lived mostly as a cat for some time before re-entering human society due to nirei.

→ this is why he's so poorly socialized and literally has feral cat energy btw lol

→ misses and longs for human connection, but is also afraid of it!

→ hates vegetables because he is a cat, likes meat because he is a cat, and likes eggs because his mom used to cook them a lot.

art by yoshitaka amano

nirei akihiro | human onmyouji

→ an onmyouji related by blood to the abe clan. originally a young and talented officer working at the bureau of onmyou, he became frustrated (frightened) with its politics and left for the private sector. he loses the court official hat, but he keeps the clothes because I think they're pretty 👍

→ his talents mainly lie in astronomy, divination, and calendar-making. very analytical stuff!

→ due to his family having been affected by disease spirits when he was younger, he has a strong wish to become skilled in exorcisms and always attempts to engage with evil spirits and demons to build experience.

→ chronicles his encounters with the supernatural, at first for his own learning, but now because he wants to put together a publication to help others interested in recognising supernatural phenomena and understanding common exorcism practices.

→ at some point, nirei was privately contracted to perform a purification ritual at a small mountain village. he heard stories about a boar demon that had been causing problems, so he went to go search for it, and it nearly killed him. sakura (living in his nekomata form) happened to be nearby at this time and saved him. he expected nirei to try to attack him or run at this point, but nirei instead tried to communicate with sakura, despite his monstrous appearance.

→ upon realising that sakura could actually adopt a human form, nirei convinced him to go back to the mountain village with him by offering to treat him to oyakodon.

→ the villagers were somewhat frightened by his appearance, but warmed up when nirei explained that sakura had killed the boar.

pictured above are japanese works depicting kitsune, which suo would be considered, but some of the below is influenced by lore regarding the related chinese myth of the huli jing

suo hayato | nine-tailed fox spirit

→ a nine-tailed fox spirit who was originally quite powerful; however, his hoshi no tama was stolen in a fight with a demon, which left him weak and nearly dead.

→ after these events, took refuge in a village with an inari shrine and acted as their guardian deity for some time as an act of gratitude.

→ having lost his hoshi no tama, suo's powers are now limited but still substantial. notably, he can still shapeshift freely between a number of forms—his original form of the common fox, different human appearances, etc.—but he cannot adopt his true form of a giant nine-tailed fox.

→ in his typical disguise, he is indistinguishable from regular humans. however, if you manage to catch his shadow in the light of a full moon, it reveals his true ears and nine tails. (based on this art!)

→ his disguises are otherwise so skilled that even other youkai and animals have difficulty recognising him. however, all dogs can sense fox spirits and are consequently terrified of suo. suo, himself, prefers not to interact with dogs.

→ while sakura did not immediately recognize suo as a youkai, he correctly identified him as a shitty person at his core (lol) and was later unsurprised to learn that suo was a kitsune. ("oh, the worst kind of demon.")

→ on the other hand, suo immediately recognized that sakura was a nekomata lol

→ being a fox spirit, suo is quite skilled in jujutsu and eventually trains nirei in exorcisms and/or demon extermination techniques.

→ sakura has a preference to travel and hunt demons at night, partly because there are fewer people around to make a spectacle of him, and partly because it's just his inclination as a cat. since nirei is a human and cannot see well in the dark (unlike his two youkai companions), suo lights up mountain pathways with kitsunebi to allow nirei to see.

→ in addition to enjoying tea and sweets, suo likes aburaage (since he is a fox spirit). if you offer aburaage to the kami at a shrine, there's a 9/10 chance that suo will come by and eat it before any of inari's actual messengers can visit.

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Cross the Tracks

As It Was

My new Fairytale AU! InuKag as Lady and the Tramp

Summary: Kagome is from an affluent family. Inuyasha lives in the street. Tragedy at the death of her only remaining parent sees Kagome ousted from her home and sent to finishing school so she can prepare to be a wife- wether she likes it or not. In need of a break from her fast track to misery, Kagome sneaks away and runs off to a place once forbidden to her, and is pulled out of trouble by a mysterious boy she feels drawn to. Two worlds collide and two hearts struggle against the paths the world has set them on, but love prevails in the most surprising of ways.

Read on: AO3

——————————Preview——————————

‘Kagome, what have I told you about reading by candlelight?!’

Kagome smiled down at the page she was reading, the dancing, golden light of candle flame bouncing around the words before leaping up and swallowing the room.

Warm, yellow light suffused her entire being, and her eyes closed in contentment.

‘But papa, candle light is prettier than lamp light.’

‘Foolish girl, you’ll be blinder than a bat before your 20th birthday. Then how will you stitch all those cushions your aunty brings you?’

‘Maybe that’s the point.’

Papa laughed, the large, hearty sound that filled any room and made her feel so happy and safe, and then patted her head, setting down the bright lamp that he’d brought for her.

‘Keep your books AND your eyes, my darling.’

‘Thank you papa.’

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Inuyasha AU: Deadly Dance

[P.E. Class - Field]

[Vil and Rook watched as Darius dodged attacks from Jayden wielding the Naginata of Kenkon & Marcus wielding his Banryu; while the two weapon wielders were swift and true with their attacks, Darius avoided their attacks with a quickness that Vil or Rook and never seen before. It ended when Darius finally decided to attack and knocked both of them to the ground.]

Darius: Close. Not quite there yet, but closer than you were before.

Jayden (Sits up): You're the fastest out of all of us, Darius. How do you expect us to actually hit you?

Darius: Like I said, you're both getting closer. Ever since coming in contact with Jamil and Azul, you've both had better control over your Demon Blood.

Marcus: Thanks, Darius.

Darius (Smiles): It's good to see you both happier than before.

Jayden: What about you? You've been smiling more. Did you meet someone?

Darius (Smiles tenderly): It would seem so...

Rook, watching them before looking at Vil: Roi du-

Vil, stretching: Don't start.

[pearl-dragon-cavern]

MASTERLIST

Fandoms↓

Inuyasha :

Kikutsuru

Obey Me :

???

Twisted Wonderland :

Yuna Alyssum 1, 2, 3

☀️🍁❄️🌸☀️🍁❄️🌸☀️🍁❄️🌸☀️🍁❄️🌸☀️

Monster Family. Adventure Falls. Power Couple.

What does the fox say. Twilight's 7 evil exes.

Villain's Henchmen.

12 Dancing Princesses 1

Favorite TWST posts

Headmaster Yuu. Yuu and fairies. UNO.

Broke ass shrimp. NRC Spring Uniform.

Expectations vs Reality. Order up.

Cute and Fluffy. Favorite Parent.

Chenya. 🙀🙀🙀.

Cay-Cay, you dog. Uncle Grimm.

Yuu didn't skip Leg Day. Silly Guy.

Eel Wedding. Hand-me-downs.

Personal Space: Nonexistent.

Love like you. Lilia raised them well.

NRC Princess👑. Prefect's Routine.

Animal Lover Yuu. Shady Crowley.

The Prefect and The Prince. Sewing Kit.

Ramshackle Duo. Robotic Baby.

Stitch gonna steal your Shrimp.

Yuu's Visions. Blot Queen. Yuu Lore?

Grim's gonna steal your prefect.

Sebek and the world of music.

Donut Time. Canon Yuu O_O. Lord of Bald Mountain.

Yuu didn't skip Leg Day. Pampered Yuu.

Jade's worst nightmare. New Grankids.

Ex Child Actor Yuu. Trey the Rizz Lord.

Ace Slander: 1 2 3

Love Triangle: 1

Yuu's PTSD: 1

Aceyuu: 1

Jadeyuu: 1

Ramshackle: 1 2 3

Yuu and Grim Overblot: 1

ObeyMe

Lesson 16 AU.

What in Hell is Bad?

WHB Cats. The true meaning of life. Chocolate Eyeballs. Asmo, Bath-time.

MC x Gamigin. Kekeke. Sexy Biker. Lethal Weapons.

Belial, my beloved. Sitri's cake.

Horny minds think alike.

Oh no there's two of them.

Minhyeok x Ppyong.

Homicipher

Eternal love. Oops. Heheh.

Family Picture.

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Inextricably Knotted (An Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) [Chapter 10]

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.

(Read on AO3)

tag list: @heynikkiyousofine @xanthippe-writes

Chapter 10: Full and Hearty

It seemed there would never again be a time in which the house would only hold its rightful residents. It had been three weeks since Lady Yura and the other demons had come, and the spring had fully ripened its fruits and was indeed inching toward summer. There were bugs everywhere—bees, dragonflies, caterpillars, little ants, and flies. For every type that agitated her, there were three which coaxed out her affection. 

Shippo was nigh unteachable. Kagome wondered if he was seldom permitted outside before she became his teacher—for at every break of day, there he was, begging her to hold his lessons out of doors so that he might find a caterpillar or ladybug to hold while she taught. She could never deny him. She was beginning to gain color to her face, neck, and hands, and she grew concerned that she would have to find dresses with shorter sleeves and lighter fabric. She understood that having tanned skin was unattractive on a woman, but she did not have the audacity to care.

After the incident with Suikotsu, Mr. Taisho seemed more dour than ever—at least, with Kagome. With Lady Yura, he was all flirtation and ease. He stopped demanding that Kagome sit up in the drawing room every night; or, rather, he stopped speaking to her entirely during these times, and after a single instance in which she abstained and he never came beckoning or scolding, she took that as an informal exoneration. During the days that followed and the rare times that he did speak to her in passing or at a meal, he never said anything about it.

There was one day during which she shared the courtyard with him and his guests, who were playing birdie. Kagome sat on the grass with Shippo a firm distance away, which the guests seemed to appreciate. Though, by the periodic glances of disgust that some of them—mainly, Lady Yura, Lady Kagura, and Sir Naraku—offered, she figured they would prefer her full absence even more. 

Kagome was teaching Shippo some basic algebra. This was something with which a human child of proportionate age would struggle immensely; however, Kagome found that Shippo had advanced in mathematics (and no other subject) faster than she expected, and she figured she might as well teach him more advanced calculations. They had his notebook and nothing else, and Kagome would write a problem on a page before handing it to him, after which he would compute with the steps she taught him, and he would trade it back for her checking. 

It was during a moment of Shippo’s handling of the notebook that Kagome heard the demons’ conversation switch. Lady Yura, who had paused to break with water but was otherwise unfazed by the warm sun, admired the floral landscaping of the courtyard and mentioned that she had a dress inspired by one of the blossoming trees. 

“It is a soft pink, perfect for a spring ball. Say, Inuyasha—would you ever hold a ball in your house? You could certainly fit one of moderate size.”

Mr. Taisho kept his focus on the birdie game with Sir Koga. Kagome could not see his face, as his back was to her, but she could hear his voice. She could always hear his voice if he was even remotely nearby, the sound breaking through all other noise and flowing to her ears like river water through a valley of rocks. 

“I suppose I could. Would you be my dance partner?”

Lady Yura giggled and clutched the half drained water glass to her breast. “If you impressed me well enough.”

“Well, then I shall consider it a challenge. I will look into hosting one in the next month before the heat peaks.”

The ladies squealed in delight. The men kept at their game, uncaring. 

Kagome came back to herself and found that Shippo was trying to return the notebook. She accepted it with a wince, and he turned his head to gaze up at her.

“Are you alright, Miss Higurashi?” he asked softly. He had learned without her telling that he must speak softly when around other demons. Whether he spoke softly enough to avoid their ears was uncertain to her.

“Yes, I’m only beginning to bake like a pastry in this sun. I have a few more problems for you, and then we will go back to the library.”

“Okay,” he smiled submissively. 

A few moments later, Kagome rose to her feet and stretched her neck and shoulders. Mr. Taisho was now conversing with Lady Yura off to the side of the party, and it appeared everyone had taken a break. Kagome considered waiting to catch a moment of Mr. Taisho’s attention so that she could signal her departure, but a half minute of waiting unsuccessfully only proved to make her self-conscious, and she decided to head inside. 

The cooler air of the house was an immediate relief to her heated skin. Kagome dismissed Shippo for lunch, and upon entering the dining room, Lady Kaede intercepted her.

“Oh, my dear! I’m so glad you’ve come. Would you mind helping me take some new bed sheets to the guests’ rooms after you eat?” asked the woman. Always so nearly out of breath. 

“Yes, ma’am. I should not be long; I’m only eating a little.”

“Why is that, child? Are you ill?” 

In that second, Kagome dedicated much effort to adjusting her countenance to reflect health and normalcy. She had no wish to hint to anyone that she was feeling negatively, as servants’ idle chatter almost always worked its way back to the master.

“I am perfectly well, Lady Kaede,” she began with an assuring smile. “I’m only tired from the sun, and I don’t wish to add to my lethargy by bloating my stomach.”

“Indeed, madam. You’ve gathered some freckles on your nose from the sun,” she said lowly, scolding. “You’d better do more to protect your skin. It is normally quite fair—you’d rather not blemish it.”

Kagome giggled genuinely. “Yes. Thank you, ma’am. I’ll see if I can find an umbrella to shield me.”

The woman nodded in approval. 

A few minutes later, Lady Kaede was piling up folded sheet after folded sheet atop her extended arms. She gave Kagome instructions and, with a final thanks, sent her on her way.

Kagome slowly worked her way through the second floor’s bedrooms, replacing bed sheets and towelettes as she went. She had no notion of whose room belonged to whom, with the exception of course of her own, Lady Kaede’s, Shippo’s, and Mr. Taisho’s. The dozen other rooms littered throughout the level all blurred together. 

Kagome was coming around the hallway’s corner, the final four sheets still piled in her aching arms, and the sound of feminine giggling halted her steps. Kagome immediately recognized the women as Lady Yura and Lady Kagura. Kagome did as always upon meeting them in the house: she stopped walking, edged to the side, and stood silently with bowed head. The women were indeed coming her way to pass, and Kagome did not wish to garner their special attention.

This wish was only half granted.

The women did not halt their steps, though they did mutter to each other as they came.

“There is that ghostly governess. Always so freakishly watchful,” said Lady Yura with a poorly masked whisper.

“Hush,” urged Lady Kagura, “or she’ll hear you.”

“Human senses are so terribly dull, Kagura. And even if she did, what would she do? Tell the other servants? They’ll be turned out of the house alongside her when I have my way, in any case.”

Kagome’s fingers clenched in the fabric of the sheets. The women passed and turned the corner, and Kagome released the breath she was holding. She needed to breathe. Breathe. Her eyes were turned up toward the high ceiling, and she felt them fill with stubborn tears. Her throat stung.

But she would not let herself sob.

She urged her feet forward, and she moved toward the next room. When she was still a few meters away, the door swung open.

Mr. Taisho stepped out, a small stack of envelopes tight in his grip. Kagome guessed he was delivering letters that had been sent to his friends during their stay. He did not need to notice her; his eyes were on her from the moment he opened the door. He had known she was out here, no doubt, either by smell or sound. 

Kagome was not quite startled by his sudden appearance. Rather, she immediately directed herself to school her features and behave distantly, as they had done all week.

But when he came to pass where she was standing, he stopped and offered her a blank look.

“Good afternoon,” he said.

“Good afternoon.” She did not look at him. She buried her focus in the sheets she carried.

“Are you well?” 

A desultory question.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I was worried you may have melted from the sun earlier. I looked away for a minute, and you were gone.”

Kagome almost furrowed her brow, but she stopped the expression, her head still bowed low. “My apologies. I meant to communicate with you, but I did not wish to interrupt.”

He was silent for a moment, and Kagome felt his gaze roaming about her face. “I see,” he began slowly. “And all is well with your pupil?”

“Of course.”

“I heard you teaching him algebra.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I would not have anticipated such quick advancement in that subject.”

“Nor I,” she began, the talk of Shippo coaxing her into finally meeting his golden eyes. This was the one subject about which she should have the right to speak with him without shyness. “But he has learned quickly.”

“That is good.” He smiled a soft smile, and Kagome wondered about his sudden endearment toward the fox.

Her arms were growing weak beneath the weight of the sheets that still burdened them. She was about to excuse herself, but he spoke again, “Did you hear of the ball I’ve obligated myself to plan last minute?”

Would it be strange for Kagome to lie? She felt the urge for an unknown reason, but she snuffed it. “Some of it, yes.”

“I hope that the house will be able to host with no problems,” he said.

“The house will have no issue; it is the servants who deserve the most concern.”

Inuyasha smiled curiously. “Admittedly, I am not in the habit of being concerned about my servants.”

Clearly, Kagome thought, arms shaking. He seemed to read the quip on her face—his smile grew ever so slightly. 

“It will be a lovely occasion, anyhow, with the partner I’ve acquired.”

Kagome’s breath stuttered in her chest. “I’m sure lady Yura is a lovely dancer.”

He seemed distracted as he passed over her comment. “Do you dance, Miss Higurashi?”

Kagome could not feign humoring the question she perceived was only a nicety—and one he already knew the answer to. “Not even a little.”

“Perhaps I could teach you some turns.”

She started, pulling finally her gaze from the hallway’s various points of interest to his grinning face. Was he truly so ignorant of her feelings? Or did he simply care so little that he didn’t mind jeopardizing them for his own afternoon amusement? She sighed—an act of composure rather than expression. “Your instruction would be wasted on me.”

“Nonsense.”

Forgetting herself at his absurdity, she scoffed in jest, “What, has sir Koga inquired about me?”

There was a twinge of hurt in her voice, and Inuyasha’s face hardened.

“It was a joke.” An unfunny one, apparently.

Inuyasha spared a glance to the hall, she supposed to check if anyone was watching. Then, he took the sheets from her arms, set them down on a nearby bench, and grabbed her hand. 

“This way,” he said, pulling her around the bend.

“Sir—I’m in the middle of an errand—” she managed from behind. 

He tugged her further. “So was I,” he said, holding up the letters in his hand. “I’m sure it can wait a few minutes.”

He kept on his shepherding, and only once did he halt hastily—after which Kagome unceremoniously hit his back with her face—to linger unseen behind a corner and allow a servant to pass through the other bend. They resumed their journey afterward.

They reached one of the small studies, seldom used. There was an open area before the desk, a circular rug of various dainty colors and patterns covering the hardwood with a mid-sized circumference. He released her hand and moved to pick up a couple of chairs that rested on the rug. After moving them to the margins of the room, he turned to her with a smile and an outstretched hand.

“I’ll teach you a basic step. Come to me.”

Kagome gave him an incredulous look, to which he merely raised a brow. She swallowed, peaking behind her at the cracked door, and obeyed. He took one of her hands and held it at a heightened arm’s length.

They remained still at first, Kagome’s body stiff and hesitant. His direct gaze fell upon her face, and she could not bear its weight for longer than a couple of seconds at a time. Before speaking, he squeezed her hand to attract her undivided attention. “Have you heard of the minuet?”

Never before had Kagome been so frightened by a word that she did not know. “I’ve never been taught anything about any dances. Ever.” She hoped this would discourage him enough to make him give up on this sudden pet project. 

It did not.

“No matter. It is easy, I promise.”

“Do not underestimate my ability to make easy things difficult.”

Inuyasha laughed heartily at that, fangs and all, and Kagome noticed for the first time how lovely the sunlight streaming in from the window was. 

“I could make a joke about that, but I won’t.”

Kagome scrunched her nose in half-feigned offense. “Wise choice, sir.”

He cleared his throat, still smiling. He turned their bodies so that they stood beside each other and faced the same direction. “Mirror what I do. Start by stepping forward with your right foot and bend into a bouree—”

“Please understand that you will have to pause and explain every dance term you use,” she warned.

He considered her with his sideways glance. “Then doff the damn names. I’ll tell you in simple terms.”

“Thank you, your majesty, for humbling yourself to my level.” She couldn’t help it—matching his friendly energy. No matter how hard she fought it, she would always be at the mercy of his positive attention. No matter how angry and hateful toward herself she felt afterward.

“My pleasure,” he rebuffed. “Now close that mouth of yours and watch. Pupils should not interrupt their masters’ lessons.”

“Forgive me,” she said, half giggling.

The lighthearted sound seemed to bring even more elation to his wild eyes. “Now, start by stepping your right foot—but bend your knees slightly as you do so. After you rise again, you’ve completed a bouree.”

“I thought we tossed the terms?”

Inuyasha’s ears twitched, and he nearly growled in annoyance, “I’ll toss you over my shoulder if you don’t quit smartmouthing me. Or worse, I’ll make you learn the most complicated dance I know.”

She smothered her laugh, and she succeeded in banning the image from entering her easily flustered mind. “Neither will be necessary. Please, continue.” As a sign of good faith, she completed this first step, syncing with his stance.

“Now, take three normal steps,” and they did so together slowly, ending on their left foot. “Now, you’ll dip your knees again.”

“Another ‘bouree’?” she mocked absentmindedly as she followed the instructions beside him. 

“Actually, it’s called a—”

She whipped her head sideways to raise her brows expectantly at him, but he stopped short.

“Never mind it,” he said, turning to unsubtly roll his eyes toward the window.

“And then what?”

“And then you repeat it. Over and over again,” he said, demonstrating the fluidity of the repetition, which she mimicked a second later. 

“That doesn’t seem too hard,” Kagome observed.

“It can be made as complicated as you like. The steps can be performed sideways and backward, faster or with irregular rhythm. Depending on the music, the dance may be difficult to perform.”

“I see.”

“Let’s go from this end of the rug to the next a little faster this time, and then we’ll turn inward and return.”

Kagome gulped. “Don’t laugh at me if I stumble a bit.”

Inuyasha’s fingers toyed with hers in the air, and he smirked down at her. “Miss Higurashi, I hope you know that the reason why I’m doing this is in part to laugh at you a little.”

She pouted. “You’re a cruel master, you know?”

“Of course I know that,” he said, and they began their attempt. 

Kagome managed to reach the end of the rug with no hiccups, and though she almost turned the wrong way, their hands indeed met—the other ones, this time—warm and natural. They returned to the opposite side.

“There you go. You’ll be a ballroom dancer, yet,” he said, retaining her hand.

“Yes, perhaps at a circus one day.”

“A circus?” he began, ushering her to repeat the turn again with him. “If you performed in a circus, I would sooner imagine you a snake charmer. Or a lion tamer.”

“Now, there’s a riddle,” mused Kagome as they switched hands. She paused for a moment to regain focus as he began changing the tempo and angle of their steps ever so slightly. Once acclimated, she directed her gaze out the window again, partly to hide her smile, which had grown incessant. “Does he mean it as an insult or a compliment? And who is the snake or lion? Surely he cannot mean Shippo, the little angel.”

Instead of satisfying her questions, he directed them toward himself. “And what would I be? If I were in a circus.”

Eyes returning forward to the ground, she hummed. “I’ve never been to a circus, but from what I do know, perhaps you would be a magician.”

“Oh?” 

“Yes—I’m quite sure now. A magician.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve some faded memory of a trick I once heard about that reminds me of you, but I cannot recall its details.”

“You are a tease.”

“And you are calling the kettle black.”

They were looking at each other again, having returned to their starting point. A beat passed, and Inuyasha changed the subject yet again. “Would you like to learn one specialty move?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“My chances of surviving it.”

“Oh, I’d wager a solid ninety to ten.”

“For my survival, or my demise?”

His grin was wide. “I’ll tell you after you’ve tried it.”

Kagome sighed deep. “As you wish, sir.”

He immediately grew electric beneath the skin, nearly bouncing on his toes in anticipation. He took a half step from her and released her hand, facing her fully. “I learned this one on the continent. Do not ask from what sort of establishment—what matters is that the move itself is elegant, even if its creators were not.”

Kagome’s mouth opened wide in shock. “With that sort of disclaimer, I have no need to ask what sort of establishment it was!”

“Forget about it. The move itself is nothing that would be recognized as such, so it doesn’t matter,” he argued with a vicious grin.

“Well, I certainly won’t be learning anything unless you describe it to me first,” she said, crossing her arms.

Inuyasha filled his lungs, his broad chest puffing out, and explained carefully, “From being at my side, you start by taking my shoulder at the same time that I hook my arm about your waist. Then, I’ll lift you up until you can put your arm fully behind my neck, and I’ll spin you for a full turn until you’re facing the other direction.”

Those were a lot of words, many of which were distractingly about her arm around his neck and his arm around her waist. A different image than what he articulated invaded her mind’s eye, and she felt her cheeks run hot. “That sounds rather…” She trailed off, unsure of where she was going. 

“Do you need to hear it again?” he toyed.

After a moment of internal mortification, Kagome nodded. “Perhaps just my parts.”

He smiled—and not so patiently, either. He resumed his place by her side, only this time, they were only a few inches apart rather than an arm's length. “You’ve only one part, really. Just place your hand on my shoulder,” and here, Inuyasha gripped her closest hand and placed it accordingly there. “Then, as I reach to grab you—” he snaked a timid hand around the small of her waist, his face drawing closer to hers, “—slide your arm so that my neck is in the crook of your elbow.”

She did so, her fingertips gliding under his loose hair and toward the collar of his jacket, as she kept her eyes on his face. His own arm continued its progress, her waist settling into the crook of his own elbow. He was squatting slightly now, and he was looking up at her, assessing her features. To Kagome, time had stopped. He was so close—closer than he had ever been. He licked his lips, and her gaze stayed fixed on his mouth. 

“Then, just…” 

Instead of elaborating, Inuyasha pushed himself back to a full stand, taking her feet off the ground. Her breath left her lungs in an involuntary shriek as he spun her a full rotation. Along the way, her arm clenched around his neck, and her free hand came to grip the fabric near his chest, disrupting the momentum of the move. As soon as he stopped, his grip around her loosened enough for her feet to touch ground, and he towered over her again. They held each other outright now; her hand remained on his shoulder, but her other was splayed out against his chest, and both of his hands were hooked behind her waist.

“See? Ninety to ten.”

Flustered, Kagome laughed aloud. She thought about saying that it was still unclear which percentage reflected which outcome, but he spoke before her with a warm glimmer in his eye and an impossibly soft expression on his face.

“There’s that laugh of yours, full and hearty. You too rarely bless me with it.”

Kagome herself couldn’t recall the last time she had laughed like that—and it felt deliciously good. Her shoulders felt looser, her lungs freer, and she wanted to keep laughing with him, again and again.

“Let’s try again,” she said, stepping to return to his side but keeping her hand on his shoulder.

He followed her movements intently, almost trance-like. “Yes ma’am.” He put his hand on the small of her waist. “On the count of three: one, too, three—”

And then she was soaring, his heavy arm circling her fully until his hand was splayed out on her stomach and hers on his opposite shoulder. She did not shriek this time; rather, she kept her eyes on his and let him carry her full weight. Even with his lowered position as the base, she was still only a few inches taller than him now. 

Once he reached the end of his turning, he placed her back down gently. Their hands lingered—his behind her waist and hers atop his shoulder—and they exchanged breathy laughs a second time.

“Miles better,” said Inuyasha. “I didn’t feel like you were on your way to choking me.”

“Yes—because I didn’t feel like I was on my way to a broken leg,” she argued.

“What?" he exclaimed. “It would take far more than dropping you from that height to break your leg!”

“Ah, that’s right. You would know, after all,” she mocked.

Inuyasha gaped at her, mouth half open in a frozen, aghast grin. “I refuse to validate such villainy with a response. There will be no changing subjects here; you were afraid because you didn’t trust me. Admit it,” he accused, tickling her side with his claws.

Kagome nearly squealed at the sudden movement of his fingers. He had only tickled her for half a second, but she shot both of her hands down to cover his to halt any further assault—yet she knew this would not be enough, as revealed by the greater size of his hand even compared to both of hers together. “Please, Inuyasha—” she began to bargain, her voice sounding almost whimper-like in her simultaneous attempt to grasp air. He brought himself closer—or perhaps he tugged her closer?—and she could almost feel the male arrogance radiating from his smirk. She repeated between giggles, “Please, don’t.”

He kept his fingers still, but only to negotiate: “Say you’re sorry for not trusting me,” he said lowly. His smile was malicious.

Kagome gawked at his incessant audacity, and forgetting herself, she shied her face away by placing her forehead on Inuyasha’s shoulder. Her voice was sardonic and exasperated: “I hereby apologize.”

He could not see it, but she was still smiling. 

“There. I see I’ve taught you how to dance and how to repent.”

Kagome returned to her full stature and raised a brow at him. “One I already knew how to do—and the other cannot be judged until there is some occasion to test it, and I doubt that will ever happen.”

Her latter comment seemed to humble him slightly—or at least, he seemed to remember himself again, and to remember her. He spoke, “This has been good for me. I was rustier than I thought, and now I won’t have to worry about embarrassing myself in front of lady Yura.”

She knew it was coming, but she still stiffened, fingers clutching the fabric at his shoulders. Her smile had vanished.

“Tell me,” he began, and she saw a foreign look fix itself in his eye, the distant one that she had seen take him over more than once before. “You’re a lady—what manner of proposal would you like? I’m struggling with my plan.”

A lightning bolt laced her spine; she was paralyzed. And she was also angry, more angry than ever, at herself—as she had seen the lightning curling and rearing in the sky, and she had not fled for shelter out of naive hope it would not strike her. She felt the blood flee her cheeks. “I’ve never given it any thought. You… might be better served asking someone else.”

His expression was inscrutable. “Nonsense—surely you’ve thought about an ethereal, faceless man getting on one knee before you one day.” 

No—not a faceless one. “Sir, even if I had, I’m sure my tastes would differ too much from Lady Yura’s for my insight to be worth anything.”

His brow furrowed, and his ears flattened slightly.

“I really should be getting back… I’ve been gone too long as it is; I’m sure Lady Kaede has been seeking me.”

She released her grip from him and bowed her head a little lower than what her habit was. “Thank you for your instruction. I hope that I’ll find a time to use it one day, so that it isn’t neglected.”

[cannibalinc]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was thoughtfully tagged by @racfoam! Thank you <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

318,492 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly HP and Teen Wolf. I also used to write a lot of Naruto about fifteen years ago.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Rigmarole Dance - Harrymort soulmate AU

Gentle Roar - Steter omegaverse mating run AU

As Portioned from a Whole - Harrymort dystopian Voldemort raises Harry AU

Anthropological - Steter xeno wolf rape oneshot

Id Est - Steter smutty 800 word drabble. Surprised this one is on the list lol

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

Sometimes! If someone asks a question or comments something particularly conversational. I go through waves. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uuuh this is hard. Angsty for who? hahaha

Based on reader response and bookmark notes I've noticed, either Paradisus, a Harrymort Volddmort wins AU in Draco Malfoy's POV, or Be Thyself, a soulmate AU in Lily's POV, seem to be the endings that bother people the most. I get a lot of 'this was great, I'll never read it again' lmaaooo

But a LOT of my works are open ended or end with one half still in captivity/unhappy. The other half is happy though! :D

Honeyguide, splits your skin, Research and Development, etc all have this "bad ending."

(*The angiest ending I'll ever write is still a WIP, but it's coming.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Rigmarole Dance for sure. It's light, funny, has the happiest feelings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write mostly smut. Lots of non-con, lots of wet and messy, lots of monster cocks.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I've ever written a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, a few times unfortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I had a really fun steter omegaverse dystopia project with a friend that we discussed heavily but never actually started. We called it the trash diamond. It involved amputation, conditioning and programming, you know the fun stuff haha. I still hope to write it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Harrymort <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

...I will finish all my WIPs gdi lmao

16. What are your writing strengths?

Atmosphere/prose. Recently, dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. I struggle between pretty phrases and conveying immediacy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Yes! It's great for making the POV character and readers feel alienated when they can't understand what's being said. Also if you want to establish a character is pretentious.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ooooh. I think InuYasha in the 2000s.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

I'm a self-indulgent writer, so pretty much everything I write is for me.

Research and Development was an experimental challenge for me that I'm really proud of. It's told in a dissociated first person POV through "scientific" logs and follows Voldemort's experiment on Harry and the deterioration of his indifferent observations as he becomes more obsessed with Harry.

I'm also really proud of Embryo, a fic idea I've been writing and rewriting for over ten years that I've begun to actually post. I've put a lot of work and research into it in order to capture Tom Riddle's voice and intelligence. It's in his POV, in the 1940s, and Harry shows up as a mysterious student no one can seem to explain or even remember long enough to answer Tom's questions about him.

I think racfoam already tagged a lot of other writers I know. Tagging @vdoshu @metalomagnetic @lordansketil @crowcrowcrowthing @vestiges-of-light and anyone else who wants to!

[lwjsbedtime]

『 Carrd for other socials 』

Updated, because I ran out of space for links.

AO3 main:

Wangxian:

**As of July '24 I've temporarily privated some of these fics. They will be back, but if you'd like to read them in the meantime please DM me.

Catch the Moon in a Silver Net - Omegaji, god WWX, Minotaur WWX, complete: 63k words Chpt 11/11

Sequel preview

Till He Smiles, and Then Again - canon divergence, no sunshot, accidental courting, complete: 5,000 words

Russian translation by TalesfromGuanyinTemple

Guileless Omega Doesn't Get Back Blown Out by Demon Dick - demon WWX, virginal sacrifice LWJ, omegaverse, mature themes, complete: 2,500 words Bottomji

Wither - Hades & Persephone au, nymph LWJ, god WWX, complete: 24k words, Chpt 11/11

Sequel preview

Alighting on the Tiger's Back - Mid-Autumn fic, omegaverse, canon divergence, hurt LWJ, tiger WWX, bunny LWJ, fluff, meet-cute, getting together, complete: 8k, Chpt 01/01 Bottomji (implied)

Farther than the Hawk Flies - arranged marriage, language barrier, Princeji, YLLZ WWX, Dragonji x Birdxian - preview Bottomji [playlist]

Prostrate Before the Emperor! - emperor LWJ, eunuch WWX, incense burner, explicit, complete: 1,000 words Bottomxian

Related:

[General WWX rails Prince LWJ - incense burner, explicit] Bottomji

Love Swept in with the Rain - pregji, war criminal WWX, ongoing, 35,000 words up, Chpt 8/50 (projected 120,000 words after editing) Bottomji [playlist]

Related:

Of All the Grace I've E'er Received - Wangxian's first meeting

Thunder Holds Him Closer - the wedding night

Teahouse Tales - post AU shenanigans

Dreams of Spring - post AU erotic carriage ride 12,000 words, Chpt 1/2 posted

Ensnaring the Magnolia - erotic writer LWJ, war criminal WWX ongoing, 7,500 words up, Chpt 3/4 (projected 10,000 words after editing) Bottomji

Related:

[Blossoming on the Vine - situations mentioned in Ensnaring the Magnolia from LWJ's POV - snippet01, snippet02]

Erotic author LWJ x shapeshifter WWX - explicit, bunxian, poor Lans Bottomji

Young master LWJ x stalker WWX - explicit, cnc Bottomji

A Storybook Romance: Once More, With Demons! - demon prince WWX, librarian LWJ, 1500 words up, Chpt 1/?? Bottomxian

Virgin Boy Bred by Thoroughbred Stallion - Centaur LWJ, virginal sacrifice WWX, explicit, ongoing, 2,500 words up, Chpt 1/10 Bottomxian

Light the Lantern, Touch the Light - Cursed LWJ, cauldron WWX, explicit, mature themes, ongoing, 3,500 words posted, Chpt 1/5 (projected 20,000 words) Bottomxian

Like Ribbon, Like Threads - phoenix WWX, dragon LWJ, canon compliant, 4,500 words up, Chpt 4/12

Melody of the Stars - scifi AU, android WWX, android LWJ, 2,500 words up, Chpt 2/?? Bottomxian

Ghosts of the Future - canon divergence, teen wangxian meets adult wangxian, crack, 2,000 words up, Chpt 2/5 (projected 12,000 words) Bottomxian

The Ostentatious Yiling Patriarch - AU, crack-ish, complete: <1,000 words

Freudian Slip - canon divergence, crack, complete: <1,000 words Bottomxian

Fallen from Thorns - prostitute LWJ, rich WWX, hurt/comfort, first time, explicit, wangxian only, 3,500 words up, Chpt 1/10 (projected 30,000 words after editing) Bottomji

As a Shooting Star - Inuyasha AU, dog yao LWJ, mortal WWX, 900 words up, Chpt 2/??

From Jade - ???, secret, [REDACTED]

The Blinding Dagger; My Maddened Heart - prince to slave LWJ, YLLZ WWX, omegaverse, gratuitous dancing, dark fantasy, explicit, 4,000 words up, Chpt 01/20 Bottomji [playlist]

Envouté par un désir étrange - Gothic romance, Wen war prize LWJ, resentful ghost WWX, cursed mirrors, explicit, 30k words up, Chpt 05/09 Bottomji [playlist]

Wrongfully institutionalised WWX - modern AU, music therapist LWJ

Recalled AI[??] WWX x best friend LWJ - future AU, androids, explicit

SKKS AU - identity thief WWX, scholar LWJ Bottomji

The Prince Wreathed in Spider Lilies - AU, emperor WRH, assassin WWX, concubine/courtesan in training LWJ, angst, Wangxian only, explicit - (projected 60,000 words after editing) Bottomji

Wish Upon the Autumn Moon - omegaverse, mid-autumn festival, references to torture, omega LWJ, alpha YLLZ, meet-cute Bottomji (later in series)

Hearts Were Made for Stealing - AU, bandit WWX, prince LWJ, omegaverse Bottomji - preview

Palaces for You - eunuch LWJ, prince WWX, childhood friends to lovers Bottomji

A Haunting in the Bridal Chamber - omegaverse, arranged marriage, ghost WWX Bottomji

Related:

[Local Ghost Haunts HGJ's Mounds - More @ 5 - ghost WWX, kidnapped LWJ, incense burner, explicit] Bottomji

Stirring Up Trouble - raised-as-cauldron LWJ, kidnapper WWX Bottomji

What Belongs in Gusu - royalty AU, dark Jiangs, wanderer WWX, forced marriage, kidnapping Bottomji

A Dream of Buns and Monsters - shapeshifter WWX, writer LWJ, explicit Bottomji

His Light in the Dark - lamp spirit LWJ, rogue cultivator WWX, curses Bottomji

The Gentian Child - fairytale AU, Madam Lan lives, born-of-a-flower LWJ, visiting disciple WWX, tiny LWJ, CR era

Your Call from Another Land - lyre spirit LWJ, emperor WWX, born sexy yesterday LWJ(bear with me pls), explicit Bottomji

My Dear Huntsman - deerji, hunter WWX, curses

Caught in Your Web - spider witch WWX, fairy lwj, explicit

Other ships:

WN/NMJ Healer and the Beast - fairytale AU, mature themes Bottomning💖

MISVIL:

From Broken Roots We Bloom - AU, omegaverse, explicit, dubcon, noncon

ERHA:

Prostitute CWN x TXJ - canon compliant, explicit, dubcon, noncon

Dragon Emperor TXJ x sacrifice CWN - AU, explicit, noncon - snippet

Featuring RBB Art:

Convergence by @czeriah - artwork 1, artwork 2

Captive Treasure by Rayos - artwork 1&2

Wish You Were Here by serean - artwork

Golden eyes are the dragon's greatest treasure by Ramnusia - artwork censored and uncensored

Other:

Wangxian Modern AU playlist - I just really like this.

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Sirendipity/lwjsbedtime fic masterpost:

Quick links 『 Art tumblr - AO3 - Squidgeworld 』

*Please see the bottom of this post for an important notice.*

This fic list was originally created for my benefit, but I've posted enough fics on tumblr (and elsewhere) that it might help others too. Some fics are in the process of being edited before posting. There are a lot.

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Tumblr fics (mostly 1000-3000 words in length):

Wangxian:

In all of my Wangxian fics, WWX and LWJ are either single or Only For Each Other™️. I know some people prefer to see them have a dating history, while others prefer to stick closer to canon. I personally prefer the canon interpretation. I mention this only because I'm sick of writing 'Wangxian only' next to any fic where another pairing seems possible.

Related to this, I will always warn for sexual violence. If there's no warning, it didn't happen. 🤷

Where relevant, I've marked whether a fic has Bottomxian/Bottomji. Because of tumblr's rules this is mostly only implied, however. There are more Bottomji fics than Bottomxian, but many also leave their dynamics unmentioned completely.

『 Modern 』

- includes scifi -

Incel WWX - modern AU

Babyji gets a guitar - modern AU

Teen Wangxian accidentally swap glasses - modern AU, high school AU

Virgin Wangxian's accidental marriage - modern AU, crack Bottomxian

Modern Wangxian watch CQL - feelings realisation, modern AU

Influencer LWJ x commissioned artist WWX - modern AU, high school AU

Language Barrier Wangxian - Modern AU Bottomxian (lightly implied)

YLLZ in a Bottle (idol!Alphaxian x student!Omegaji) - Babyji, University Arrival, Perfumery, Uncle's Date, Dorm Life, Born to Bother You, Not Your Uncle's Date, Scent-Block It Out, Concert Bottomji

Stargate AU - modern AU, scifi, wraith LWJ, reincarnation

Voltron universe AU (Galra WWX x Altean LWJ) - Accidental Baby Clone Acquisition

Costume designer WWX x LARPer LWJ - modern AU

Nudist WWX moves in next door to LWJ - modern AU

Modern Arranged Marriage Wangxian but WWX gets disowned so the engagement contract is void - modern AU, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort

Teen LWJ's secret hobby - modern AU, high school AU

Valentine's '23 ft. Yan Yan - high school AU

『 Historical 』

Rival matchmakers wangxian - omegaverse, referenced mature themes Bottomji

Disgraced Art god WWX - temp mcd, God AU Bottomxian

Painting spirit WWX - temp mcd, God AU Bottomxian

LXC/WWX arranged marriage gone wrong - omegaverse, outsider POV, wangxian only Switch (lightly implied)

Sleeping Beauty LWJ - fairytale AU

Bride stealing fox WWX - Part One

General WWX x LWJ arranged marriage - Part One

Feral omega LWJ x confused YLLZ - omegaverse, mature themes - Part One Bottomji

Emperorji x concubinexian flirting - Royalty AU

Foxxian wants to eat LWJ's egg, unwittingly becomes father - CR AU, Dragonji, Foxxian Bottomji

LWJ, but he thinks consummation is hugging - omegaverse, warprize LWJ, YLLZ WWX - Part One, Part Two Bottomji

LWJ's mother lives - canon divergence

Teen Wangxian at Lotus Pier - canon divergence, crack

MXY summons WWX to sleep with his crush - canon divergence, crack

Disney's Mulan AU - dragonji as Mushu, WWX as Mulan - Part One, Part Two, Part Three

JC vs LWJ: arranged marriage to bitter rivals - royal AU, omegaverse if you squint, wangxian only - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Bottomji

'Warprize' LWJ given to the YLLZ - AU, omegaverse Bottomji

Omega LWJ takes over his sect, refuses a marriage proposal, and receives an enraged WWX on his doorstep - AU, omegaverse, omega lwj, alpha wwx - Part One, Part Two Bottomji

Padmaavat insp. AU - historical, royalty, omegaverse - concept art, bath scene art, Part One, Part Two, Deleted Scene, (AO3 long fic link below) Bottomji

Omega LWJ adopts cursed Bunxian - CR AU, omegaverse Bottomji

Cut plotline from Imperial Gold - SS spies on Wangxian, omegaverse, concubine LWJ, prince WWX, beta SS Bottomji

Mermay '23 preview - Merji, General WWX Bottomji

Concubine LWJ likes to keep his mouth occupied - omegaverse, emperor WWX, concubine LWJ Bottomji

Face blind LWJ - Canon divergence

Teenji wears makeup to catch WWX's attention - Canon divergence

Forced Bonding Wangxian - Enemy Soldier Alphaxian, War Prize Omegaji - Part One, Part Two, Part Three Bottomji

Heat Drunk Omegaji - YLLZ Alphaxian, Drunk Omegaji, (failed) arranged marriage (JZX/LWJ) - Part One(going on AO3), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five Bottomji

Wen Concubine LWJ/Palace Guard WWX (The Prince Wreathed in Spider Lilies) - royalty AU, Emperor WRH, war, star-crossed lovers, kidnapping, TMCD, pining, secret identity - The Guard and the Concubine: Part One Bottomji

Waterbenders Wangxian - CR AU, ATLA AU, teen romance, no war

Wrong Carriage, Right Groom AU ft. Generalxian and Princeji - royalty AU, war AU, accidental marriage, arranged marriage - Part One Bottomji

Ancient Cultivator LWJ x rabbit spirit WWX - AU and/or canon divergence

Omega concubine LWJ x YLLZ - omegaverse, mature Bottomji

Scent Drunk Omega LWJ - AU, omegaverse Bottomji

General:

Vigilante LXC - post canon

LWJ brands his chest - mid canon, MCD, animal death

Frankenstein WWX

Madam Lan raises Bunji

Thoughts:

JGY's hat

Bi WWX's joke

LWJ's reading habits

WCZ VS. his son's shamelessness

CR era disciples trapped in a dream of Wangxian's deepest desires

Wangxian but they follow the plot of Galavant

LWJ's many arranged marriages (all Wangxian endgame...Wangxian onlygame tbh) - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Bottomji

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Meant for tumblr but posted elsewhere:

Ice-cream man LWJ x penniless customer WWX - explicit Bottomxian

Imperial Gold - Concubine LWJ, prince WWX, omegaverse, mistaken identity x2, mature themes, explicit - concept art, cut plotline, Bottomji

Eat Bread(working title, I swear) - LWJ/JYL arranged marriage ft. dowry servant WWX, omegaverse, explicit, wangxian only Bottomxian

Human WWX x Fishji - modern AU, mer AU, shapeshifting - concept art, snippet, Bottomji

Bingqiu:

SQQ claims he cultivated his baby - canon divergence, maybe omegaverse?? Bottomqiu

Company grunt SY stalked by boss - modern AU, mistaken identity

Qijiu:

Empress/Assassin SJ - imperial AU, omegaverse, minor bingyuan Bottomjiu

JiuYuan:

SY unknowingly transmigrates into LBH - canon divergence

[rins-hogosha]

Modern AU where Rin teaches Sesshomaru tiktok dances

[lavendertwilight89]

Do you have any inukag mating/bond fics of your own that you have written?

Hi nonny! I have MANY! Call me lazy or whatever--but I just love the matebond idea for inukag. I love letting the pull drive them insane and I love playing with the different ways it can effect them before and after they are together!

And oooooh boy ok let's see here...

Shelter

Call You Mine

Let Me Love You

Rock Bottom

Halloween

...Ready For It?

The What You Like Series

Into You

Make A Wish

The Way I Loved You

Stripped

Wrath

Tell Me Again

The Evergreen Series

There's A LOT more but these are some of my "I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS! AHHH" fics :)

Thanks for the ask nonny!

[witchygirl99]

your kagome/inuyasha fics are so wonderful! have you considered ever doing any miroku/sango ones? you'd do a great job characterizing them

I’m not going to lie, this is highly convenient. I could not have envisioned a better timed, nor better phrased ask.

PRESENTING:

A BIRTHDAY TEASER FOR @sapphirestarxx!!! 

Happiest of birthdays, darling. I am so, so sorry that I couldn’t finish this for today, I really tried! But this fic kind of exploded in the sense that what should have been like 10 scenes is now well over forty. So I need a bit more time. FORGIVE ME.

But please have this snippet for now and know that it is coming exceptionally soon, I promise you. This is possibly the most Canadian thing I’ve ever written. And before some of you go pffftttt ice dancing, may I present you with these:

So yes. Know that in this fic, Miroku is 100% horny on main and this is only rivaled by, you guessed it, the yearning. If interested, read on below.

The thing was–

The thing was that Miroku Tsujitani was very good at his job.

He’d been skating since he was ten, since his newfound guardian had absolutely no idea what to do with him and Miroku desperately needed some sort of distraction after the death of his father. There were plenty of other sporting opportunities, other hobbies, but Mushin didn’t know much outside of his tiny little town, and that tiny little town basically had one recreation centre with skating activities throughout the entire winter season.

It was good though. Miroku liked challenges enough that skating was something to dig into, and as it turned out, he was pretty good at it. Decent enough that the coach there, an older lady by the name of Kaede, thought it would be hilarious to partner him up with one of the girls for a duet.

Her name was Sango Kuwashima and she was tiny and fierce like a baby lion. She was quick to smile, but even quicker to punch, if Miroku did anything dumb. It was…revolutionary, considering all of his other friends had been treating him like he was about to break at any second. And at the time, maybe he was. Maybe he was only one good ribbing away from losing it completely.

But Sango didn’t seem to care, mainly because she didn’t know. And that made things infinitely better. Miroku started to prefer going to the rink more and more, spending time on the ice with the brisk air and Sango’s challenging gaze upon him. She was only a year younger but far more skilled. He had to work twice as hard to keep up.

And it paid off.

Like, it actually paid off.

Fast forward to twelve years later and Miroku was still ice dancing, still partnered with one Sango Kuwashima, and the two of them were sitting in the Kiss and Cry section at the 2018 Olympics, watching their scores appear and knowing, deep in their bones, that it wouldn’t be enough. There were six other performances. The chances of maintaining even a bronze would be nigh impossible. It was their debut Olympic year, and despite placing fourth and succeeding expectations, it was a disappointment all the same. It was heart-wrenching. After twelve years of blood, sweat and tears, of practicing for ten to thirteen hours a day, nearly every day, it was—

Well. He’d leave it at heart-wrenching.

Miroku still remembered the look in Sango’s brown eyes, haunted by their mistakes as she tried to breathe out the instant, negative reactions that always cluttered her brain. It was then, tucked away behind a curtain right before they’d be forced to speak with media that Miroku cupped her face, stared her dead in the eyes, and made a vow.

Next time, he had told her. Next time, it’ll be gold. Miroku had faith: in them, in their dedication, their skill, and their chemistry.

Because here was the thing:

What most people tended to forget was that part of their job was telling a story. Ice dancing was no different than shaking it on a stage, just with different shoes and a chillier atmosphere. They were two dancers in sync to a relentless beat and a tale begging to be told.

And yes, many of those stories were intimate. Intimate in the way of lovers, most commonly, but also intimate in friendship, in hatred, in wickedness and euphoria and every emotion in between. They were ice dancing partners: whatever she did, Miroku would be there, a personal consequence to the undeniable catalyst that was Sango Kuwashima. He would always be her counterbalance, her rock. He would be there to lift her, throw her, catch her, hold her. Miroku and Sango had grown up together, had been there for firsts and seconds and everything that lay after. They had cuddled in the backseat of minivans as Sango’s father took them to practice at six in the morning. They had cried together after losing their first major competition, hands clenched tightly together.

They displayed a form of intimacy in nearly every avenue of their lives together, intimacy built on trust, on ambition, on a partnership they had dedicated themselves to since they were fourteen.

So Miroku understood, really, when people looked at them and thought: oh, you must be together. Together-together. Not just…together. Romantic versus intimate, though very few knew the difference. Again, Miroku understood. The way he danced with Sango, the way he touched her— It wasn’t like regular people did that. They were trained to look at each other at all times, to maintain eye contact, to check-in constantly with the other. It was for their partnership, which meant it was for work. They were selling a story and they were so good at it that nearly everyone was a buyer.

Still, even when they tried to explain their near-perpetual singledom, other people didn’t get it. It’s only a matter of time, they said. Why haven’t you both just confessed, others demanded.

No, Sango would tell them, firm. No, it’s not like that, not between us.

And if Miroku maybe didn’t answer, or stared a little too long, or held on a little too tight, well…

Like he said: Miroku was very good at his job.

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They had just sat down to dinner, Izayoi kneeling on her chair - despite all parental protests otherwise - and Sara buckled into her highchair to keep her from climbing out of it. "I want the song with the boy and girl singing that change colors."  Inuyasha paused, glancing at his wife and then their daughter.

"Do you know what she's talking about?" Kagome asked out of the side of her mouth.

"Mommy, I can hear you," Izzy piped in, early signs of sass in the tone of their four year old.  Inuyasha made a face and then thought about it. “Daddy, on your phone!”

Understanding lit his eyes and he grinned. "I think she means Somebody that…"

"Oh!" Kagome laughed, thinking it was a pretty decent description of the music video. "You wanted the video, baby?" She nodded emphatically in response. "Here, I'll play it there for now. We're eating," she explained gently, pointing at the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. It took a second for the speaker to beep before then playing the requested song. Izayoi's grin was huge and she started wiggling in her chair while munching on her chicken nugget.

Inuyasha chuckled, teasingly rocking his shoulders, making both of their girls giggle and Kagome grin.  Sara patted her hands on the tray, calling for “More, Daddy! More dance!” He pinned Kagome with a look and repeated the movement on the beat as the song played.  Izayoi got her little hips moving too, waving a carrot in one hand and her partially eaten nugget in the other.

“Mommy, get it!”

“Yea, Mommy, get it,” Inuyasha teased. Kagome laughed and rolled her eyes, but let herself groove in her chair a little too.  Sara thought that was delightful, clapping pudgy baby hands together and squealing. “Ouch, baby, too loud for our ears,” the inuhanyou scolded gently.  Izayoi was scowling at her sister for the interruption of their fun moment. Welcome to being a big sister, Kagome thought with a wry grin.

After dinner, the girls got a bath, which was much more necessary for Sara than Iz, and each parent got to tackle combing hair.  Kagome hummed as she wrangled their youngest between her knees while holding her fine hair to keep from yanking, carefully combing around her ears.  Inuyasha, while having more hair to comb, had less to manage as Izayoi could sit to look at a book while he got out the occasional snarl.

“Alright, give mommy a kiss.”  Izzy ran over to plop a smooch on Kagome’s cheek, somewhat grudgingly giving her little sister a peck on the head.

“Night Baby.  Night Mommy.”  

Inuyasha tossed a sardonic grin at his wife, the way Izayoi insisted on calling Sara "baby" instead of her name. He scuttled her off to her room while Kagome took a sleepy, and somewhat fussy, Sara into her room. She settled into the rocking chair with a sigh and gathered a squirmy baby into her chest to soothe her to sleep. Sara babbled, half singing herself to sleep over the course of twenty minutes. The soft sounds of her breathing settling, small sighs as she still fought sleep, made Kagome smile.

"She crash yet?" Inuyasha winced when she glanced up at him, that mutual understanding that it was too close yet. He gestured that he was leaving.

When she was finally sure Sara was asleep, she shifted her into her crib and snuck out. Only to be caught up by her mate. "What are you doing?" she giggled softly. Inuyasha smirked, sweeping her around in a circle, humming some formless tune. "Are we dancing?" She laughed.

"Keh. Isn't it obvious?" They twisted and twirled down the hall until Inuyasha closed their bedroom door behind them. "This is nice, you know, but I think there's some other dancing we could be doing." Kagome shook her head and smiled at his salacious grin.

"That's true. I suppose I could maybe remember a few moves…" She gently pushed at his shoulders so that he sat on the edge of the bed. The light in his golden eyes was heated. Kagome returned his look with one of her own.

"Mooooommy?"

Both parents sagged at the bucket of ice water thrown over their moment in the form of a not-yet-asleep four year old. Inuyasha moved, silently offering to handle her, but Kagome shook her head, tossing him a wry smile. There was a promise for "later" in her eyes. "I'll be here."

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Chapter 6

A.N.: Inuyasha grows a little more between each chapter. In this one, he’s roughly three and half by human standards, which is why he talks so well. Also, I never meant for this to go nearly a year between updates!!!!! My deepest apologies 🥹🥹

Summary: He was left on her doorstep, orphaned on the night of his birth, and something inside her compelled her to keep him. There would be gossip; there would be slander; there would be violence and attempts on her life and on his. But the Lady of the Moon had decided: he was hers. Adoption AU

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Inuyasha woke up as he always did, sprawled across his bedding with a painfully empty stomach and eyes that just did not want to open yet.

Maybe a few more minutes of sleep?

Surely he wouldn’t starve to death if he just rolled over and shut his eyes again.

And his dreams had been so nice! Endless cloud fields to run and play in, and big brother Sesshomaru chased him from one end to the other but he always got away.

‘You are much faster than me, Inuyasha. A great Inuyokai, indeed,’ he’d said before pulling several sweet treats from behind his back, and they’d sat and eaten them until they were sick.

It was his favorite dream to have, especially since his Big Brother wasn’t quite ready to have fun like that yet.

But Inuyasha could tell it was almost time.

Maybe after he fell back asleep, that field would still be there, and Big Brother Sesshomaru would be waiting to play again, and they could have another picnic with all his favorite foods and desserts!

It was so lovely and warm there, endless summer sunshine and cool water to drink from a sparkling stream that ran through one side. And sometimes mama would show up to play, too! Those were his extra favorite dreams, when all three of them were free and having fun and no one ever needed to leave or spend time in boring offices with boring papers or with people who smelled sour when they saw him.

Yes, he decided, slipping back into dreamland was just the perfect choice, and he could feel the sweet touch of slumber creeping around him like a hug when a loud, sharp growl rang out inside the room, right from his stomach.

His eyes popped open, and he sat up when he heard a giggle from his doorway.

Nanny Kasumi covered her mouth to hide her grin, but her yellow eyes danced like they always did when she was laughing, and that she was laughing at him made him grumpy.

His lip poked out and he crossed his arms with a HUMPH!, which only made Nannu Kasumi laugh harder as she strolled into the room and scooped him up off his bedding.

“Come now Little Lordling, let’s put on a happy face to get dressed and go see your mother!”

“Where is mama?” He asked as his Nanny carried him to his wardrobe.

“She had a very unexpected visitor this morning so sent me to prepare you for breakfast! Now, which color would you like to wear today, Lord Puppy?”

“Hm….” Inuyasha said, tapping one little clawed finger against his chin. “Dis one!”

He pointed up to a red and white set of silk clothes and his Nanny retrieved it with a knowing smile.

“It will look perfect on you. Now, let’s go get your hair combed.

“Awwwww, do I hafta?!”

“YES.”

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His hair had been tugged and pulled to get out all his sleepy tangles, so the happy face he’d put on right after waking was once again gone as he made his way to the dining room holding Nanny Kasumi’s hand.

She seemed to be in very bright spirits but how could she be? And how could she expect him to find a smile when his good dreams had been ruined, his Mama hadn’t been able to wake him up, and now he’d have to eat quietly while she entertained another stuffy visitor who wouldn’t want to listen while he showed them his collection of cool rocks he found in the garden?

This day was turning out to be a terrible, awful, horrible day.

“Alright Princeling, here we are! Have a good breakfast!”

She bent down and pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek and then shooed him along, and he wiped it off with a ‘feh!’ while she giggled again and walked off to see to other duties.

With a scowl he finished his trek into the dining room, his little golden stare landing on the “unexpected guest” that had kept his mother from him, and his eyes widened in shock.

“BIG BRUDDER!!!!”

He took off and launched himself across the dining room, and Sesshomaru had just enough time to scoot back from the table to give Inuyasha enough room to land in his lap without making a mess of the plates and cups.

“I haven’t seened you in FOREBER!!!” Inuyasha cried, wrapping his arms around Sesshomaru’s neck.

“It has been three weeks. Hardly forever. Your grasp on the passage of time leaves much to be desired.” His brother responded, and though his words were flat and his face was serene as usual, a bright note of something sweet bloomed through his scent.

This was how Inuyasha knew his brother was happy to see him, even when he didn’t seem like he was on the outside.

“Inuyasha it’s not polite to cling at the breakfast table. At least let your brother eat, first.”

He turned big sad, round his on his mother, who pointed to a spot next to Sesshomaru where a little plate covered in food sat waiting.

“Okaaaaay. But I will sit really close to you, okay Big Brudder? So you won’t be sad.”

Sesshomaru cocked one brow, but Inuyasha could see one corner of his mouth trying not to curl up, and he smelled like someone had said something funny.

“Hn.”

Shimmying out of his brother’s lap, Inuyasha settled in front of his plate and finally started filling his very empty tummy.

“No greetings for your mother then?! I’m raising a very ungrateful pup indeed!”

“Sowwy mama! But I see you evwy day, and Big Brudder is never here. And I’m weally weally hungwy.”

“I wouldn’t say never….” Sesshomaru mumbled.

“You could stand to visit more often,” their mother replied, and Sesshomaru snorted, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip.

“There is too much to do. Father’s actions still cause ripples of unrest in even the farthest corners of the West. You would not believe the scum I must stomp down who believe themselves mighty enough to turn against our house. Their misjudgments are easily rectified but the mess they leave in their wake of false promises of revolution take much longer to clean up. Father neglected much more than you and I in his final years. I have much to put to rights.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you grow tired of hearing how much we miss you, so I will not say it again.”

“I….. do not begrudge your sentiments.”

Inuyasha didn’t understand a lot of what his mother and brother were saying, but he did know that his plate was clean, his belly was full, and he could sit in Sesshomaru’s lap again before he inevitably had to leave.

“Alright I done!” He declared, hopping back up into Sesshomaru’s arms.

“Your appetite grows more and more each time I see you,” he said, “you are growing stronger.”

“Yeah I am! I gonna get real big and strong and I gonna keep mama safe from everyone.”

“That is good. I cannot be here to offer my own protection, so you must train hard to take my place.”

“Where you always goin’ Big Brudder?”

“I must travel far across the West to make sure you are safe,” Sesshomaru said gravely, and visions of adventures hunting down and fighting bad guys danced around in Inuyasha’s head.

He leaned in really close and looked directly into his brother’s eye.

“I wanna go wiff you nest time. I help.”

“Hnnnn…” Sesshomaru said, resettling Inuyasha a more comfortable distance from his face. “You are currently too young to make such travels…. But soon you will need to learn to hunt…”

“I can teach him.” Mama said, but Sesshomaru’s eyes went distant, and Inuyasha thought he smelled a little sad.

“No. I will teach him. I will teach him what father never deigned to teach me.”

“Sesshomaru-“

“I understand his duty to his land far outstripped any other duty he shouldered, but I believe more firmly in balance. Inuyasha,” he said in a deep, commanding voice, and Inuyasha felt helpless to do anything but meet his brother’s hard, golden gaze with his own. “At the start of your fifth year, your training will begin, and will be undertaken… by me.”

“Weally?”

“Yes.”

“Oh fank you Big Brudder!” He said, once more leaping up and wrapping his arms around Sesshomaru’s neck.

His brother wrapped his arms around his back and held him there, even has his voice went even colder.

“This is supposed to be a serious and monumental moment in a pup’s life…”

“But you’ve just made his entire month!”

Glancing down at the silver head nuzzling up under his chin in such excitement, Sesshomaru let his mask slip- just a little- and smiled softly.

“Hn.”