#inuyasha fanfic

[star-light-imagines]

Can I request a Sesshomaru and Todoroki hc. Where their s/o likes to draw, and has a sketch book filled with drawings of them?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° this really took on a life of its own as I started writing, I stayed true to the request but did add in a touch of angst , because that's what came to mind picturing this take place.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I hope you don't mind!

Sketches of You.

: ̗̀➛ Includes - sesshomaru x reader. shoto todoroki x reader. fluff. mutual pinning. slight angst. jealous shoto. bonus content.

: ̗̀➛ Warnings - gn! reader. slightly mean sesshomaru. annoying jaken. slight angst. cute loving moments.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count - 4,420

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(all art and characters are do not belong to me , credit goes to the original creators.)

Sesshomaru:

Curiosity. That's what he first started to feel towards watching you completely transfixed on the book you had in your hands. However, his intrigued stares were never granted a glimpse because when he would approach, your hands would tightly clasp the book closed.

As if you could sense when his eyes darted towards your artwork , you never failed to keep it just out of his view unknowingly adding to his ever-growing interest.

Your hands moved gracefully along the paper , as if it was dancing along the pages with the pencil held between your fingertips. Attention immersed in the lines forming in front of you , while a slight breeze annoyingly moved a strand of hair into your eyes causing you to pause.

"What is that book in your hands y/n? Is it for the school you speak of in your time?" he decides to ask while staring at you questioningly, the curiosity showing slightly on his features.

You hurriedly placed the book in your bag as he moved closer to the tree your back was now leaning against. The sketches were far too revealing of your feelings for him to see. No, if he saw these sketches he would see every emotion you had for him. You weren't ready to know if those feelings would be returned or denied.

"It's a sketchbook. Some of them are for my art class , however a majority of them are just so I can have a little piece of this era to keep with me while I'm at home." you said with a blush starting to grow pink on your cheeks.

"Hm."

He looked away from you as he looked towards the sky instead, sunlight catching his golden eyes making them almost glow. All you could picture was drawing the scene before you as soon as possible before you forgot how his silver hair blew in the slight breeze.

Annoyed. He starts to become annoyed when you had let Rin look into the sketchbook but you still went through immense effort to keep his eyes from looking at what you were creating. Why am I not allowed to see your art , do you not think of me as worthy enough to look upon it?

"Y/N! Y/N! look at these flowers I picked! Can you draw the same ones for me?" Rin had asked sweetly while placing her hands on your knees while you had been sketching.

"Of course I can." A smile effortlessly taking over your features as you speak to the girl.

"It's beyond me why you would want something useless like a drawing of a flower, child!" Jaken made his irritation known with a shrieking voice.

You start to diligently draw the flowers provided to you as you tune out the conversation.

"Oh Jaken! y/n told me that even though the flowers may wither away someday. However, if I have a drawing of the flowers then I can always keep them with me." she cooed happily.

"Don't you think so too , Lord Sesshomaru?" The little girl bubbly questioned

"Hm." was his only reply.

"That reminds me, Jaken, there's one of you and Rin together here."

You remembered suddenly as you finished the sketch of the flowers, quickly turning to the page of the drawing before anyone could see the others that plagued the pages of your sketchbook.

"WHAT! You drew me without my permission!" he screeches loudly.

Sesshomaru's irritation started to rise as the conversation grew on. Jaken's inherent gasp of wonder as Rin and him looked upon your sketchbook and the sequel of happiness she had praised upon you.

You happily gave her the sketch of the flowers she tasked you with, and she quickly was treating it as her prized possession.

"Lord Sesshomaru! Don't you want to see the drawing y/n made for me? It's so beautiful!"

"No , I don't need to set my eyes upon such trivial endeavors." It was said with such disgust that Rin had paused slightly and silence filled the air.

He had said the words out of irritation and annoyance, however you wouldn't know that.

Quickly without even sparing a glance towards the paper in Rin's tiny hands , had he stood from his spot next to the tree and left the campsite.

Leaving you with silent tears you refused to let spill in his wake.

Disappointed. He's disappointed in himself for allowing such insolent behavior. He had acted in such a childish way that he could only imagine his younger half brother would have reacted towards Kagome. He wasn't like him , he was more mature , more refined. So why is it bothering him so much anyways?

Was it because you never let him see the art inside that mysterious book?

Or was it the fact he had learned you had drawn the others in his pack and easily let them look upon your art while you still kept him at a distance ?

His thoughts plagued him as he stared at the full moon in the silence of the night.

Confused. When you had apologized the next morning while packing up the camp. There was nothing for you to apologize for which had hurt his pride more than when he acted so childish in front of you.

"Do not give apologies for something that is not needed."

There was no reply from you as a shocked expression formed on your features.

He knew he needed to atone for his behavior , however per his customs he would rather do so the right way rather than a lackluster apology, so he had to wait.

Guilty. After that night , he noticed you had stopped drawing as much as you used to. Before you had used almost every bit of your free time to draw, now it was replaced with you picking flowers with Rin or making small talk with Jaken and himself.

A few weeks had gone by since that night, and you had yet to even take out the sketchbook more than once a week much to his dismay.

Even though he never outwardly expresses it , watching you draw under the shade of the trees as Rin pranced around in the fields of flowers with Jaken at her heels brought a sense of peacefulness over him.

The furrowed eyebrows in concentration as your hands moved the pencil gracefully almost effortlessly across the sketchbook resting in your lap. A slight breeze rippling through your hair and making one strand a bit into your eyesight. Before you had moved the strand behind your ear to stop it constricting your line of view.

He knew you loved to draw and apparently had a gift for it from the praise Rin and Jaken had given you that night. He didn't want his childish words to keep you from doing something you desired to do.

He took a moment to peek at you over his shoulder , your eyes glancing at the clouds above. A slightly sad expression overtaking your facial features before you had made eye contact with him almost as if you had known his eyes were on you.

He quickly moved his eyes forward to gaze at the trail in front of him, a stoic expression while his heart hammered in his chest. This was new, he never felt this way before. He never felt the need to make someone want to smile more strongly than he did right now, and he had no idea on how to accomplish that with you.

Content. He led you aside one night to a river near the campsite. The moon light was reflecting off the water enchantingly and fireflies decided to dance along grass nearby.

"You no longer draw , how come ? Is it not something you desire to do?" he asked with a stoic expression as gold eyes made contact with e/c, filling the silence between you two.

"Oh , I just figured maybe I should take a break from it for now, plus my sketchbook is almost full so until my next trip home I'm a bit limited."

He noticed how pink dusted your cheeks before you quickly looked away. A smirk slightly formed on his lips at the sight , he liked seeing a blush form on your cheeks more than he previously would have realized.

"You apologized before for something that didn't need your apology."

"Oh, yes, that's right." you stammer out not seeing where this conversation could be heading.

"Do not do so again. If you know you aren't at fault , don't lower yourself to others' bad behavior."

You stood there stunned, not quite sure what to say before uttering a quick " Yes." when his stern eyes reached yours.

When that conversation happened you had mostly apologized in order for there to be no ill will between you two and make sure he wasn't upset at you. Never would you have imagined he would tell you twice now not to apologize for something so trivial in the long scheme of things.

"If anyone needs to apologize , it would be this Sesshomaru for the unsightly attitude I had given you. I should have told you this before now , however it is a yokai custom to come bearing gifts when asking for forgiveness."

Sesshomaru pulls out a set of what looks like custom made art tools. They were beautifully handcrafted with fine luxurious materials, more than likely yokai crafted at that.

A gasp of awe escapes your lips as your fingers gingerly gloss over each of the tools, you focus mostly on drawing but you could now expand your art to other mediums such as painting if you so desired.

Your heart had swelled to the brim with affection and happiness that spilled out in the form of tears running down your cheeks.

"Is it not to your liking." he asked, his lips forming a tight frown.

"It's beautiful." you say with what you're sure is the happiest smile you ever graced him before.

Yes , he is content with this for now.

Realization. Later that night as you two were walking back to the campsite, you ended up asking him why he had responded in such a way in the first place. When he had told you how he felt irritated about the others getting to see your art, while he felt left out and cast aside, you instantly started to feel guilt weigh down your shoulders.

"There's a reason I never let you see. It's not a good reason, but I was just embarrassed of what you would say once you saw what I draw everyday." you say while heat spreads to your cheeks.

"Why would you be embarrassed of showing this Sesshomaru?"

You quickly take the sketch book out of your bag and hand it to him before you can change your mind. He eyes you while his clawed fingers carefully open the book in his hands and you look away, embarrassed to watch his eyes linger on the sketches.

He's silent as his fingers graze the pages within , silently turning the pages every few moments after he takes in the contents of the page before.

"These are all sketches of .." he trails off in amazement, his eyes taking on a softer look than you have ever seen before.

"They are all sketches of you. yeah there's Rin or Jaken , maybe a beautiful valley every now and then , but you are what I sketch everyday. You are what I like to see most even when I'm in my era and not by your side."

That's when he realized the feelings he had towards you this whole time wasn't just ordinary feelings for a companion in his pack , or a human he had just happen to keep by his side.

He wanted to keep you by his side. He wanted to always make you smile the way he you are now with your eyes glowing and your cheeks dusted with a pink hue.

Most importantly, he couldn't be just content with you as a companion for much longer.

I never want to let y/n go.

"Y/n I desire to see everything you draw from now on."

"Of course" you reply shyly.

"You are stunningly beautiful when you blush like that. If only I had the skills you possess in order to show you as you had shown me."

Wide eyes catch the smirk dancing on his lips before he walks towards the campsite , hand still wrapped tightly around your sketchbook as he did.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Bonus Scene:

"Sesshomaru , I've been meaning to ask this. where did you get these art tools ?"

He glanced down at you as your head rested on his shoulder, your new sketchbook on your thighs as you gracefully sketched a beautiful scene of the two of you this time under a cherry blossom tree.

A pleased smile graced his usually stoic features as his eyes became softer at the sight. "I had them specially made from a yokai craftsman in my territory, the day Jaken was left to guard you two I had gone to collect them."

You smile happily as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder more as a slight breeze whipped some strands of hair onto your face.

He reaches a clawed hand towards you elegantly , placing the strand back behind your ear taking a few seconds to pull his fingers away before smirking at the obvious heat rising to your cheeks.

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Shoto Todoroki:

Curiosity. He started to notice you would often be sitting close to the windows in the dormitory, with all of your attention focused on the sketchbook on your lap. You would never once glance up at the environment around you, not even when one of your classmates was usually loud. His interest peaked , he couldn't help but wonder what you had been drawing for days on end.

Shoto had decided to try and take a glimpse at your artwork after watching you work dedicatedly on the page before beneath your smudge stained fingers.

The sketchbook had been slammed closed before his eyes could see the mysterious artwork hidden within, only feeding into his curiosity even more. You had given him a quick glance , making eye contact before placing the book safely in your bag.

"It's not polite to look at someone's personal belongings without permission, Todoroki."

His eyes glazed over to the bag that now held the notebook that is just out of his reach, before returning his eyes to stare directly into yours evenly almost as if stating a challenge.

"I'm just curious as to what you are drawing that has you so transfixed."

A smile makes its way to your lips.

"Ever hear that curiosity killed the cat."

You hastily made your way to your dorm room, bag in tow. The thumping of your heart was echoing in your ears as you walked. That was close, too close for comfort. If he had seen inside, he would know just how deeply of a crush you have been harboring for him since you first met him.

While he still stood there, piecing together your sentence.

Were you saying I would die for being too curious?

Content. Since the day he tried to take a glimpse of your sketchbook , you had been careful to not let him approach too closely. Making sure that if you had sensed him , you would immediately close the book in your hands. However, the curiosity he felt started to fade. Taking in the sight of you drawing so earnestly and with such dedication was art in itself.

You were enchanting , eyes focused on the pages before you. a firm grip on the sketchbook as it laid on your lap and your remaining hand danced across the paper delicately. His eyes were in a trance as he watched you from across the room , gliding along with each movement your fingers made.

A small smile graced your lips as you finished whatever art piece you had set your heart on that day, and that's when he felt it. Watching your eyebrows relax and peace settle into your face as you looked content as you placed the sketchbook bag in the safety of your bag. He noticed he no longer really needed to know what you were drawing as long as you continued to smile just like that.

Warmth filled his chest at the thought as he gazed at your retreating figure.

Yes, he's content with this.

Bitter. Shoto realizes that you are drawing in Midoriya's notebook. the feeling of ice shivered down his spine as he saw you so intently focused with that same smile he felt so content at seeing. Now being shown to his best friend in the seat next to you. Oh, so that was why you never let him see your art , it's reserved for someone else.

Midoriya had asked you a few days ago to help him redesign the sketches in his notebook. He noticed how you were always drawing in your free time and decided you would be the best person to go to for the request.

You've never taken commission work before, and even though you weren't getting paid it did feel nice having someone look at your art and see how excited they got at the results. Watching how happy Midoriya was at the sketches you had already placed made you eager to accept more requests in the future if you ever got the chance.

"Wow! y/n I can't believe how amazing your sketches are!" he says in wonder.

"Thank you, but you are really flattering me too much." you say happily as you make the finishing touches on the last drawing of a figure of midoriya doing a move he's wanting to practice.

"I really mean it y/n! This is way better than anything I've ever managed to do. What made you start drawing?"

You quickly put down your pencil as you go into thought for a moment from the sudden question.

"I guess.. it would have to be the fact that even though moments pass by so quickly, a moment I draw will stay forever encased like a photograph for me to look at whenever I want to revisit it."

"Y/N! That's beautiful." he states with slight tears forming in his eyes, while he's forcing himself to hold them back.

"Oh Todoroki! You're up early this morning, come look at y/n's art." Midoriya said excitedly as he motioned for Shoto to join them at the table you were residing at.

Your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of him finally looking at your artwork. This was finally something he could see that wouldn't immediately show how much you liked him and you were nervous about his response to your designs.

"No thank you. I heard curiosity killed the cat." he says with a stoic expression.

e/c met a heterochromia mixture of grey and blue in shock, he had refused to see the art he tried so desperately to steal a glimpse of a few weeks before. Had he really taken you seriously with your remark?, or did he just no longer care to look at what you were drawing anymore. The excitement in your heart slowly fading out, you fell silent.

You watched as midoriya continued to talk to him with a slightly shocked and worried expression, before eventually shoto had left the room leaving you alone once again with the green haired boy beside you.

Numb. The days following he had started to distance himself from you and Midoriya. Deciding to no longer eat with the two of you at lunch like before or spend free time together in the dormitory like what had been a routine for him. He now isolated himself in his room to escape the questioning looks you would give his way or the worried expressions his best friend would give him whenever he became too silent.

He didn't want to distance himself from you , but every time he saw you he remembered that the only one you allowed yourself to open up to was midoriya. He realized he would never be able to get close to you the way he was and it made him feel cold.

The cold feeling overtook him in a way that was so intense that his body and mind felt numb.

I lost y/n before I even had a chance to get them.

You had noticed how he was distancing himself and your heart ached in pain at the fact. every time you had tried to reach out, to question what could be plaguing his thoughts he would shut you out. Not only was your mind suffering from the worry , but so was the art you had tried to complete in order to relax from the stress.

The sketches of shoto that you had tried to finish the last few days have been a failure compared to your collection of artwork consisting of the one man taking over your thoughts. It was pointless to try and draw him when he won't even talk to me anymore.

A silent tear strolls down your cheek as you look up to the ceiling of your dorm.

Why do I feel so numb?

Midoriya had told me recently that my art might be able to reach people when words fail.

Taking a quick glance towards your sketchbook before you could second guess your thoughts, you grab it tightly in your hands and make your way towards his dorm room.

Surprised. The knock on his door had shaken him from his thoughts, and the sight of you as he opened his door had his stoic expression falter slightly as his eyes widened just a bit where you could notice. He obviously wasn't expecting you to be here in his doorway, Why would he when he had been actively pushing you away ? and yet here you were smiling sadly back at him in silence.

"Y/n?" he lets out a confused gasp of your name that he believed he only spoke in his mind for a moment when you took a few beats to answer.

He notices you take a breath inward before releasing it and the determined e/c orbs reach him.

"I won't know what's wrong unless you tell me."

"And I won't know how to help you unless you tell me." you continue before he can reply.

"But I can care about you, and I want to help you so stop pushing me away!"

You place the sketchbook in his hands in one rough motion as you finish your last sentence. Your gaze now directed at the ground and the tips of your ears growing red and the feeling of his eyes lingering on you in the silence that fell over you two.

Shoto looks down at the sketchbook in his hands while processing the words you had told him. he knows he was being to hard on you, he shouldn't have treated you so badly the last few days. he just couldn't force himself to watch you be with his best friend when he had just recently discovered that the feelings he's harbored for you all along would go unrequited.

He slowly opens the sketchbook prepared to see sketches of Midoriya or even just random sketches of the world through your eyes, however once the contents reach his vision he freezes. his fingers grazing the person so familiar to him on the pages before flipping through each page.

"This is .." he starts before stopping, surprised to see that every page was filled with sketches of one person.

"You. They are all sketches of you." you say a small smile placed on your lips as you hesitantly glanced up to him.

His heart filled with so much joy and awe that a few silent tears slid down his cheeks as he realized that not only did the person he had feelings for , have feelings for him as well , but that he had unintentionally hurt you more than he intended when he distanced himself.

"I was jealous." he states, suddenly making your mouth open in shock.

"What?!"

"Midoriya was able to see your artwork. It seemed like he was so much closer to you than I would ever be."

Shoto gazes turns downward towards his feet as a slight blush graces his cheeks from the revealed emotions.

You were surprised by the sudden confession and let a lighthearted laugh escape your lips from the pressure of his distance to put on your heart. He glanced at you making eye contact before you leaned into him, placing a hand on his cheek as you got closer.

"You know that cats have nine lives ? so even if they do die of curiosity they can always try again." you say before leaning to press your lips to his.

Happiness. The ice he had felt had melted and the numbness from the cold was warmed completely from your feelings that reached him through the sketches you had shown him and the kiss you have given him.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." he says softly while placing a strand of your hair behind your ear and looking deep into your eyes.

You smile brightly up at him in return.

“Promise to talk to me next time before you jump to conclusions?”

He laughs slightly as a small smile takes over the frown that graced his lips.

“Promise.”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Bonus Scene:

“So why were you drawing in Midoriya’s notebook?” he asked while you ate dinner together in his room.

You looked at him with a bright smile excited to tell him all about how you were now wanting to start commissioning your artworks.

“He asked me to help him redesign his notebook. He told me his drawings were making his notes look too messy.” you said happily before stealing a piece of his food from his plate.

“I really wish I would have paid more attention that day.” he said with a small sigh before the smile returns as he gazes at you.

“However I don’t regret anything because somehow throughout all this , I managed to get you.”

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A/N: Should I keep my headcanons / imagines like this or make them more simple & short?

[cannibalsforbreakfast]

"I Love the Flaws You Try to Hide" Ch9, Inuyasha's Interlude, is now, amazingly, on AO3.

Hi, everyone.

It's me, back after a long, long gap in between "Flaws" chapters. While it was never my intention to leave a gap this long -- and I could give the litany of reasons, from a new job and life chaos to being sick and more -- at some point I think I felt that the fandom didn't really need my words anymore, and that it wouldn't really matter if I picked this story back up again or not.

So thank you to everyone who read, left kudos, left a COMMENT, felt inspired by this little soulmate AU to create art. The little pinpricks of light and happiness all of those left combined into a little flicker of inspiration that led to this chapter. I was very glad it was time for an Inuyasha interlude, which let me gently back into these characters and this world.

To anyone who's only now joining the "Flaws" journey...it will still probably be long. But thank you for being here with me.

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[avionvadion]

Changed some things up to fit the chapter more.

Anyways, chapter 49: The Vanquishing Flame of Forest Deep has been posted!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24115702/chapters/147394972#main

[kstewdeux]

@inuvember | Prompt: Kagome | Ao3 | FFN

“No one needs to pee this much! I call horseshit Kagome!” Inuyasha snapped as he fidgeted and huffed and glared into the canopy to give the girl some ‘privacy’, “Maybe drink less. No one needs to drink that much water either.”

Kagome rolled her eyes and went about the very awkward business of having to utilize nature because the luxury of modern plumbing was centuries away. She still hadn’t gotten the full hang of it either and half the time she was left with the stale stench of urine hitting her at the most inconvenient moments - usually when they were about to talk to someone important because she didn’t feel insecure enough. Wasn’t like she could carry non-biodegradable baby wipes that might survive and become an archaeological nightmare which left bathing often and lots of nasty chaffing. Thank god diaper cream existed otherwise she’d be in tears all the time with no nice, safe way to explain why she needed to stop. Inuyasha was already impatient and snippy with her. Why add more to the pile?

But, for all the grossness, death by dehydration was way worse. She wasn’t about to forgo hydration just to avoid having to pee. Seemed a very dumb way to die.

Cleaning up best she could, Kagome tried her best to hold onto what dignity might still exist as she headed back over.

“Took you long enough,” Inuyasha groused as he started walking and she fell in line, “You always find ways to waste my time. Breaking the jewel, getting kidnapped, just always something.”

“Well excuse me for taking a minute to pee,” Kagome huffed as she shouldered her backpack and flexed her hands around her bow, “Not exactly used to roughing it so it takes me longer. Sorry not sorry.”

Inuyasha made a face and glanced at her in confusion.

“Roughing it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have been to my house. You have been to my world. You have  seen what I’m used to and having to relieve myself outdoors and in the open is a bit out of my comfort zone,” Kagome snapped as she turned and faced him, “I am dirty. I am tired. I hurt. I’ve got blisters, cuts, scrapes and bruises. I’m doing all of this in a skirt because my school uniform is the sturdiest item of clothing I own. I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve been given and it would be nice if you could maybe appreciate that I haven’t simply thrown in the towel and gone home where life isn’t miserable.”

“Ah, you really are weak then," he tsk'd while making the oddest face, "Fair enough. Makes sense."

Kagome’s face contorted in anger at the flippant insult and she began marching forward again. Inuyasha hesitated for a moment before catching up.

“Well, well, what would make being here better?” Inuyasha asked before looking thoughtful, “You ever bathed a hot spring? That’d help with the pain and stuff. It’d be nicer than the rivers you’ve been using. You’re the one making your own life hard stupid.”

Kagome sent him an annoyed look.

“Not like I know where to go to find one Inuyasha. No Mapquest or Google to guide my way,” she clipped bitterly. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

“Don’t know what that means but you have me idiot. Just tell me when you want a hot spring and I’ll find you one. You don’t have to go home for nice things. There are plenty of nice things here,” Inuyasha huffed.

Kagome sent him a skeptical side eyed glance.

“You’d do that?”

”If it’ll make you move faster, sure,” Inuyasha groaned in exasperation. Kagome set and reset her jaw.

“I would like a hot spring,” she muttered after a moment, “Will you please find me one?”

Inuyasha smirked. If providing a few luxuries was all it took to keep her here and on task, this whole quest might not take that long after all.

[mayarab]

IT BEGINS!

What if the Shikon no Tama became part of Kagome when she was born? What if it was her heart?

In this Inuyasha Retelling, "those who possess the heart of the miko, possess the jewel".

Kagome has to learn to deal with the fact that not only her heart is something youkais want to consume, her blood can turn into shards that empower them, all the while adjusting to the fact that she just travelled 500 years into the past and is stuck with a very obnoxious hanyou.

[anyara]

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[fuedalreesespieces]

inuyasha's time on the tree is honestly a subject that fascinates me. imagine you were a kid in the village where this all happened, fifty years ago. you hear rumors of the hanyo skirting around the village, but your parents tell you that miko-sama will take care of it - after all, she's taken care of every demon that's showed on the village doorstep, so this should be no different. and then she dies - the woman you thought was invincible, that everyone told you was invincible, untouchable, dies. she bleeds out surrounded by people, and you hide behind your mother's wrap skirt while you watch the pyre burn, and the smoke pour into the sky. your village's only protector is gone, and in her stead is a little girl around your age, who up until now has only held her sister's quiver. is she able to hold her sister's mantle and all that comes with it? it's a question too heavy for you to think on.

kikyo-sama's murderer - that's what they say he is - is pinned to the tree in the forest. you are forbidden from playing there anymore, but there are days where the ball rolls out of the street and into the foliage, and you chase it over the moss-covered crags until you find yourself there. and at first you're terrified to go any closer, plagued with images of the hanyo stirring to life and attacking you. but he doesn't stir. he doesn't move. he almost doesn't seem to breath, and it is only by the slow rise and fall of his chest, punctured with kikyo's arrow, that you know he must still be alive.

you can't fathom how he still lives.

you ask around. it's a touchy subject, and nobody in the village has anything good to say. the rumors are shrill and inescapable, like cicadas during summer: he charmed her, he bewitched her, he played at being her friend and betrayed her. always, he is the betrayer. you learn nothing from them and there is nothing to unearth. the right people to ask are no longer able to respond. the ones old enough to give you answers speak with restrained anger, rage tightening the skin around their lips. you visit kikyo-sama's grave, leaving flowers with the other villagers, but her empty headstone provides no answers, either.

the hanyo is silent, and the forest grows around him. you had never looked at him before, only knowing his face torn apart in anger and shock, moments before the arrow's magic overtook him. you, against all the chastisements of your parents, and all the recurring tales you've heard of youkai, find yourself at his tree without thinking. and it is his tree, just as it's his forest, because nobody dares to step foot in it. nobody except you. you linger by the generous shade of the trees, watching from a distance, expecting something. but the tree he rests against may as well be a gravestone, too.

you find yourself in the forest doing menial things, like collecting firewood, even though your mother tells you that it's best to avoid treading too far. the trees by the hanyo are too thick for someone as tiny as you to put a dent in, anyway, but you imagine it would be easy work for him - his claws peek just under the fluttering rim of his sleeves, and again you imagine him tearing himself free of his prison and stalking towards you. he doesn't. no matter how much noise you make, his eyelashes lay low, and his body hangs limp, like your sister's rag-doll.

you imagine this may be a mistake, but you continue to make the same choices. perhaps it's the lack of answers, or the childlike curiosity that tethers you back into the forest. maybe it's the fact that while you were able to gaze upon kikyo-sama from afar, you never quite knew her. you admired her as everyone else did, but just like the gods themselves, she was distant. the closest you'd ever been to her was the day of her death, when her mask of serenity broke into a thousand pieces, and she clung to her sister's arm for the first time, begging kaede to follow her instructions. a face of pain, a twin with that of the hanyo's - a thread between them, sewn together by the death itself.

somehow, this hanyo is the last remaining piece of the village's deceased priestess.

you move on with life. you grow older, and get married to someone in the village, and watch your own children get married - but the hanyo is there, just as he was decades ago, as unchanging as a statue. it's an unfair comparison, you think - any statue you've seen is cold and immobile, but the hanyo's blood pulses under his skin, like he's constantly running. though he looks peaceful, you still believe, after all these years, that he could escape at any moment.

but inuyasha doesn't escape. a girl in strange clothes frees him, and when his eyes flash open, you see life enter them again for the first time in fifty years.

[lavendertwilight89]

Inu-spiration! The Manuscript

Hello! Back from the void to participate with the wonder @wolfcry77 for @inu-spiration!! I was so happy and excited to partner with wolfcry77 and bounce ideas off of to get me out of my funk!

After the drop of a particular album, the idea struck and we were off!

Here is 11k words to makeup for absence as well as celebrate the wonderful art wolfcry created! <3

READ HERE on AO3

[brain-rot-hour]

Been thinking about [Million Dollar Man]

Nothing else important

[procrastinatorrexii]

Chapter Ten of Nextlahualtin is UP

The sun was up by the time Inuyasha’s wounds were cleaned. The moment she declared him done the god-man launched himself into the creek again. He had to crouch to splash water over his back, shoulders and hair, as the stream wasn’t nearly deep enough. When he returned to the bank he wrung out his hair and shook like a dog. Kagome gasped as he sprayed her with cold creekwater, then laughed– “And here I thought those were cat ears!”

The glare he gave her was surprisingly forceful. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”   

Kagome held up her hands in self-defense, “Nothing! Forget I mentioned it.” 

“Keh,” He waded out of the stream again and surveyed the treeline. “It’s time to head back,”

[liquidashesart]

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[chubbyreaderchan]

okeeey, a request for you... sesshomaru loses his wife while giving birth. I want to know what will happen in the mind of the demon king because uggghh I need pure anguish please... maybe later I will make a happier request hahha

A/n: Jokes on you, because I've been watching call the midwife and this is the perfect thing for my new special interest of historical baby birthing. I just wrote a quick lil blurb. But I can do head canons if you'd like of how he'd raise his baby.

Tw: death of reader, child birth, blood

“She’s bleeding,” the elder of the village said to a young woman. “Fetch more water and cloths,”

 Their silver haired baby rested next to his woman, and Sesshomaru simply watched.

Sesshomaru growled. Her face was significantly pale, and the metallic sting of her blood burned his nose and wrecked his soul. But even now, he stayed cold.

“S-Sesshomaru,” she whimpered, looking into his golden eyes.

He was at her side in an instant. His fingers gently pressed against her cheek, sweat coated her face. Part of himself cursed his love for her, a mere human so weak that bleeding in such a way was deadly.

The demon knew death like he knew an old friend, he could see it from miles away. She was going to die because he wanted her to bear a child. He wanted to see her carrying his pup, but he did not think her body would collapse so severely after the birth.

“Please, don’t…. don’t hate our child,” She whimpered.

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened.

“He’s going to need you, please don’t blame him,” she pressed a cold kiss to his palm.

The baby’s cry pulled him from her, but just a moment.

These moments were one of the few times he wished he still had Tensaiga. She would die, yes but he could bring her back and he’s never allow her to bare another pup for her entire days.

“Hold him, please,” she begged weakly.

Sesshomaru looked at the killer of his woman. He looked like the demon lord but yet, something about his face looked like her.

“Please,” she begged him.

He needed to please her. Sesshomaru would literally tear down nations if it would make her happy. The dog demon lifted the baby into his arms, it’s cries turned louder and Sesshomaru felt angry.

But then the baby looked at him with her eyes. She was in him. In his very soul.

“Sesshomaru, I love you,” she whispered.

Her eyes fluttered closed and his world became silent.

“I love you,” he said softly.

[cannibalsforbreakfast]

After he’d tucked her into his bed, left her loose-limbed and sated beneath the covers, Inuyasha retreated to the couch in the lounge, wedging his too-long legs into the cushions to try and steal a few hours of uncomfortable sleep. He’d lain there in the Tokyo half-dark, surrounded by the sweet musk of her arousal that permeated the room, listening to the faint rumble of the last train.

Inuyasha was painfully aware of her presence, just behind the door to his bedroom. And he burned.

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I Love the Flaws You Try to Hide, Inuyasha’s Interlude III. Coming…soon?

[avionvadion]

For Chapter 45: The Illusion of Choice for Forest Deep!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24115702/chapters/145247806

57 pages... OOF. It's bigger than the previous chapter, I think.

[violetasteria]

Scars ❤️‍🩹

Happy Only You Sango Week!

@skyelara and I are excited to bring you our newest piece, 🥀Scars🥀, in honor of @only-you-sango-week! Exploring Sango's strength and resilience through the eyes of the person who loves her. ❤️‍🩹

Summary: Miroku loved her, scars and all.

[moonkissedart]

Here’s my collaboration for @inu-spiration Halloween Reverse Bang with @procrastinatorrexii— Nextlahualtin—

I’ve always wanted to draw them in an au like this. And the time has come!!! 🥳🥳🥳God bless the staff to gave me @procrastinatorrexii as my pair. She’s an amazing person and writer! She did a wonderful job with the story, so much better than I could have imagined. 🥰 This is my first collab, and to see how her brain is working was fascinating! 🥹

Digital art is a new field for me, and the main drawing required a lot of hours, but after Wilson sent me the first drafts I decided to illustrate all of the chapters -because inspiration waves🫠-. Because lack of time these drawings are more than sketches but less than completed arts.

I hope you all will love our world!

Here are the first 2 chapter’s illustrations as bonuses:

Give it a try and if you liked it, give both of us feedbacks!

And special thanks to @anisaanisa who was my constant supporter in the darkest hours. You’re an angel! 😘

@xanthippe-writes