#kagome is queen

[dulcealuf]

Kagome Higurashi 🏹 the girl who overcame time..

[kagomehigurashi]

[creative-hanyou-girl]

For me it could go either water or light. Water can be calm and beautiful, but also powerful and ferocious much like Kagome herself. And light...well, she's InuYasha's light, arguably the light of the whole group as well, so really it could go either way if you ask me.

[extinctpussy]

[sereia1313]

The Nutcracker Lord

I've been sitting on this idea ever since I started writing, and I'm finally getting around to it! So, of course it went from three parts to me being 10k and five chapters in with no end in sight. Luckily @mrfeenysmustache was nice enough to join me in this chaos and create some lovely illustrations.

Summary: As a world-travelling dancer, it isn't often that Kagome makes it home for Christmas. Making the most of her trip, she plays the role of dutiful daughter, helping her mother prepare for her annual Christmas party. But a lone wooden figure under the tree catches her eye, leading her into a world of magic drenched in turmoil, and she'll need more than a pair of shoes to get out unscathed.

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Sneak Peek

Edging around the side of the tree, Kagome jumped back when something crinkled under her feet. She was about to yell at Kouga for opening his presents early but frowned when she realized the tissue paper was still inside the box. Kneeling down, she pushed a gnarled branch out of the way to reveal two pairs of gleaming, golden eyes.

They were made of wood, the paint of their uniforms untarnished—one in red, the other in white—and she lifted them out of the open box. There was no tag, no ripped ribbon, and she looked between the two figures, trying to decide who they were for—or from.

"I see you've found our newly invited guests," a familiar voice rumbled. Kagome nearly dropped the statues, on the verge of jumping to her feet when the daiyoukai sat down beside her. How he managed to do so in his three-piece suit was beyond her, but she was used to chalking it up to youkai magic.

Her eyes moved between the figures and her uncle. "You're supposed to run all invitations by Mama first."

He chuckled, his long silver hair tied back into a high ponytail. Most demons were more subtle about their appearance, trying to blend into their surroundings, but not Touga. He made a point of showing off his markings whenever possible, be it pulling his hair back or rolling up his sleeves. Mama constantly called him out on it, though it was more for Izayoi's sake than anything else.

"In this case, I think she'll make an exception." He had a mysterious twinkle in his eye that always preceded mischief, and Kagome held the two figures up to the light.

"Who are they?" she asked, turning them sideways.

An uncharacteristic sigh escaped his lips. "Two boys pretending to be men," he answered. "Both too big for their britches, which, incidentally, got them cursed into these forms in the first place."

[laurapalwer]

You just know you’ve won when your most precious OTPs are girl parents.

[verpomma]

The queen

[blorbo-archers-tournament]

Round 2 - Match 1

[kokoronni]

inuyasha is a lot funnier when you remember these are all teenagers fighting a grown incel 

[fuedalreesespieces]

i love her so much u don't get it

[eyesofanapothecarian]

Alright guys first 5 dms will get their commission request fullfilled!!!

[procrastinatorrexii]

"Oh, of course," She grumbled, with her cheek still pressed firmly to the lovely, motionless floor, "we wouldn't want to cut into your busy schedule of driving me insane."

[kagomehigurashi]

Mama Kagome✨

[mynightshining]

[sereia1313]

Midnight

For @crescent-dreams' Fandom Creation Night (December 2024).

Summary:

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Sneak Peek

Formal

"I don't see why we had to dress up to see a movie," Kagome griped, pulling at the bodice of her dress. Normally, she loved this outfit, but being forced to sit for so long with it riding up her thighs was not what she considered a good time. "It's not like it's a formal event."

Sango handed over her popcorn, already stealing a handful for herself. "It's the premier," she replied.

Kagome gave her a skeptical look. "And? This isn't Hollywood."

"Close enough!" Sango grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the theatre. "What's the point of winning tickets to an early showing if you can't have a little fun with it?" They quickly found their seats, which were closer to the front than Kagome had anticipated, and Sango immediately started looking around.

Rolling her eyes, Kagome leaned back in her seat. "Do you honestly think any of the actors are going to show up?"

"You never know. Besides, I'm not even looking for an autograph." Kagome raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Fine, I might ask for one should the occasion arise, but it's more to rub it in Kouga's face for refusing to come with me."

Kagome opened her mouth in mock outrage. "You mean you asked your long-term boyfriend on a date before your best friend?" Sango threw her arms around her neck, begging for forgiveness. Kagome put up a good fight at first, refusing to give her any benefit of the doubt, but she quickly relented after being promised first dibs on their next adventure, which Sango agreed to pay for.

"Why were you so adamant that we see this movie in the first place," she asked as the lights dimmed. "You don't normally enjoy the fantasy types."

Sango smirked. "I do when the immaculate Sesshoumaru-sama is involved."

Kagome groaned, leaning her head back. "Meaning you couldn't care less what the plot was about. You're just hoping he'll take his shirt off." Sango wiggled her eyebrows at her. "Did you mention that tidbit to Kouga? This seems more up his alley than mine."

Kouga was bisexual but leaned more toward men. Sango was his first serious relationship with a woman, but it would most likely be his last if the ring he'd shown her was any indication. Sango still didn't know about it, and Kagome wasn't about to say anything, but considering how vocal Kouga was about his dislike of airplanes, she had a feeling Sango would figure things out very quickly once he revealed their New Year's plans.

Maybe she'd think nothing of it, but Sango wasn't that stupid. She'd been wary of him asking her out in the first place, especially since they'd been at a gay bar, but he'd promised to meet her somewhere public and had even invited Kagome along. Kagome had been convinced of his devotion much faster than her friend, and he'd used that to his advantage, pulling her into his overzealous scheme of winning her heart.

It wasn't her fault. She'd been raised on mythology and fairy tales. She was always looking for real-life magic and happy endings—which is why she'd said yes to Sango's invitation to a movie filled with gods and people turning into mythical beasts.

[wolfylady]

Youkai Academy ~Chapter 2~

The school halls were abuzz with whispers and hushed tones, the students seeming to delight in openly gossiping about the two, and only, transfer students. Most rumors came with a snide or prudish remark about their social class and the possible implications that "commoners would soon overcome the school." Kagome rolled her eyes and paid the comment no mind; after all, she had heard far worse as a miko that had traveled in a skirt during the Edu period- now that was something to be embarrassed about. These children knew nothing of war or the dangers of prejudice by ignorant people; if anything, that is what they encompassed with their wealth. They knew nothing of the world beyond their pampered lives.

Kagome sighed; she doubted the youkai here would even know what to do if she exposed herself as a miko; they'd either panic, run, or fight, though she had only felt a handful of youkai on campus that would pose a challenge. No wonder the Dean of Students had been curious of what her presence may bring.

Looking towards the library, Kagome spotted what at first appearance seemed to be a boy; they were dressed in worn formal pants and shoes along with a weathered sweater. But having already met the other scholarship student, Kagome knew it to be Haruhi. Something must have happened to the girl since the last time they met for her appearance to change so drastically in such a short period of time.

With a warm smile, she approached the frazzled girl. Her short brown hair was mused and messy, with her bangs and shabby haircut falling into her gentle face."Hi Fujioka-san, everything alright?"

The young teen jumped, doe-eyes framed by thick frames, quickly meeting her own. She looked confused for a second, and then, as if having an 'ah-ha' moment, her eyes widened. "Oh Higurashi-san," she bowed lightly in greeting, a cool composer falling over her face with a gentle smile. "I'm just trying to find a quiet place to study."

Her shoulders fell. "Is this one crowded too?" Kagome asked dejectedly. Kagome had already gone to all the libraries on campus and had found each bursting with students that didn't understand the concept of using their "inside voices."

Haruhi nodded in defeat. "Stupid rich kids," she muttered, and Kagome laughed.

Gesturing with her own books toward the quieter halls up ahead. "Want to join me in my search for a quiet place to study?"

The girl nodded with a soft, please.

Kagome chuckled lightly. "What happened to your hair Fujioka-san?"

The girl looked at her owlishly before examining a long bit of her bangs. "Some kid in my neighborhood put gum in my hair."

Kagome briefly grimaced, recalling when her brother had gotten some stuck in her hair. It had been quite a traumatic process getting it out. "I think it suits you," she offered with a smile.

Haruhi beamed, her gentle beauty dazzling even Kagome as she smiled, and heat colored her pale cheeks. "Thank you, Higurashi-san," she paused. "Higurashi-san?"

"Please feel free to call me Kagome."

The teen nodded with a pleased smile. "Kagome, why are you wearing the boy's uniform, if you don't mind me asking."

"Have you seen the girl's uniforms?" She teased, and both girls laughed, both agreeing that the uniforms were loathsome compared to the male uniform and their own previous uniforms they'd had to wear. But Kagome was still surprised that Haruhi had only asked so as not to misgender her, which Kagome found very thoughtful of the other teen.

They continued to talk softly, going over most of the topics they had gone over in class as they turned down a quiet hallway. And then Haruhi noticed a quiet room. Despite the sign saying the room ahead was a music room, unlike any of the libraries, there wasn't a sound to be heard. And although it seemed like the perfect place to study, the aura of six youkai behind the large white doors informed her that this room was very much taken.

"Kagome-chan, let's check out this room. It's so quiet on this side of the building," the teen smiled, grabbing Kagome's hand before she could protest and opened the large double doors.

For the briefest of moments, there was a flash of light, and the soft tinkle of piano filled the once-silent room.

Their youki expanded, rushing forth to surround her, poking and prodding at her concealed aura, searching for any crack in her defenses. The action had her heart racing and breath hitching in her throat, pulling the scent of magic and roses into her lungs. Her reiryoku surged under her skin, wanting to fight back against the sudden and rude youki that prodded about her person. Still, she held back, unsure that she would be safe despite the Chairman's reassurance.

Across from the two women, both dressed as the opposite gender, sat six posed male students. If Kagome didn't know any better, she would have thought they had been waiting in that pose, it sounded ridiculous, yet they looked just as absurd. Five members lounged across one another while surrounding the person sitting within an ornate golden chair with luxurious red cushions: it looked like a throne.

Each male exuded an air of power, backed not only by the wealth that encompassed their lives but in their youki, blanketing the room in warm, almost inviting curls. For a moment, Kagome almost found herself blushing. The warmth and almost intimate way their youki reached out and caressed her made her both embarrassed and irritated, that they had no shame in how they prodded at her concealed aura.

Of the six young youkai, two of them screamed danger. A stoic man, whose lean physique loomed over the group, looked rather stand-offish with a bored expression and somewhat understated masculine presence. But his silver eyes were piercing, matching the underlying tension within his posture; he was ready to fight at a second's notice. Yet, he didn't look as intimating despite the feeling of protectiveness that he exuded, which mostly had to do with the small blonde hanging from his shoulders.

The small blonde was smiling, looking as carefree as a child, even looking like a young pre-teen with large golden-brown eyes and bushy blonde hair. He looked as threatening as a kitten, but Kagome felt as if she were about to face off to the death against one of Sesshomaru's generals. The power that came off him was terrifying, but his aura was rather pleasant and inviting.

Those two had to be the most powerful, but at the moment weren't the ones prying at her masked aura.

No, that one was the one that reminded her of a serpent. He was lean and posed, with a mature air about him, but from the rude prodding of his aura, Kagome could already tell that he didn't care about people's boundaries and coveted information. If she didn't know better, she would wager that the glasses-wearing male was a dragon, mainly because he seemed to be a man of pride and greed, something that most (at least the ones she'd met) dragons almost always possessed.

Then there were the kitsunes. Of course, that was merely an instinctual guess, but they felt so much like her Shippo that Kagome could easily picture the mischievous-looking duo with a foxtail, or two, swishing behind them. They looked to be twins, but their auras were different. One was calmer and light, while the other seemed to shutter and darken anxiously.

Finally was the blue-eyed blonde sitting in the thrown. He beamed happily, his aura shining brightly in welcome and curling around the room as if to hug and coddle everyone in the room. He smiled with a gentle kindness that only made him look more handsome and exotic looking. But Kagome was immediately surprised to feel he wasn't a full-blooded youkai; he wasn't half, but he wasn't full either. He was something else: somewhere in between.

"Welcome!" they greeted in unison before the blonde quickly spoke, grinning at their puzzled faces. "Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's most handsome boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."

Kagome looked at them, dumbfounded. What a stupid club!?

"A host club?" Haruhi questioned dumbly, no doubt just as bewildered by the club as Kagome.

The orange-haired duo then piped up in unison, both looking somewhat surprised. "Oh, wow, it's a boy!"

"Men are valuable patrons too, so stifle it," the blonde corrected.

The dark-haired one with glasses looked them over with a calculated glace before addressing the twins mirthfully. "Hikaru, Kaoru, I believe these young men are in the same class as you, correct?"

"Well, yeah, but they're both rather shy. They haven't acted very sociably, so we don't know much about them." The twins answered boredly as if they could care less about the two of them.

"Hm. Well, that wasn't very polite." He smirked. The look gave Kagome the chills. He looked as if he had just learned something important in that small interaction. That boy definitely rubbed her the wrong way.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Haruhi Fujioka and Mr. Kagome Higurashi," The blonde exclaimed excitedly. "You're the two exceptional honor students we've heard about."

"How did you know my name?" Haruhi asked, shocked and noticeably uncomfortable.

"Why, you're both infamous. It's not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy. Both of you must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student."

"Well, uh, thank you, I guess," Haruhi grumbled irritably while Kagome openly sneered at the group of rude demons.

Kagome growled lowly. "No need for such back-handed comments."

The blonde continued with an ignorant air as if he hadn't been listening as he approached the struggling brunette beside her. "You're welcome. You're true heroes to other poor people. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy. It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

"I said that your back-handed comments weren't appreciated," Kagome snapped, stepping between the blonde and Haruhi. "You're taking this "poor" thing too far."

He continued, again, ignoring Kagome. "Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn't matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor men, to our world of beauty."

"I'm outta here." Haruhi glowered, and Kagome nodded. These pompous rich kids were unnecessarily rude, their attitudes making Kagome wonder if their treatment of her and Haruhi was based on their social class or their species. Either way, the males' treatment of them was uncalled for.

The short blonde then came bouncing over, taking Haruhi by the hand, stopping them from what would have been their freedom. "Hey! Come back here, Haru-chan! You must be like a superhero or something. That's so cool!"

Trying her best to shake off the male, irritation entered her tired voice. "I'm not a hero. I'm an honor student. And who are you calling "Haru-chan"!?" She finished with a scream.

"I never would've imagined that the famous scholars would be so openly gay. Are you two dating?" The tall blonde asked cheekily while slipping an arm around Haruhi's shoulders

"Openly, what?!" Haruhi and Kagome cried in unison, red tinting both of their faces.

The blonde looped his other arm around Kagome's shoulders. "So tell me what kind of guys you're into. Do you like the strong, silent type?-" He motioned over to the tall and muscular dark-haired male. He gave the two a slow nod of his head, silver eyes gentle and even empathic.

"-The boy Lolita?-" the blonde continued, pointing them to the shorter blonde with his warm honey eyes. He was adorable, even a little charming, but he screamed danger to Kagome.

"-How about the mischievous type-" He pointed them toward the twins. They smiled mischievously, violet streaking across their gold eyes. Kagome found them rather enduring, no doubt because she was partial to kitsunes in nature.

"-or the cool type?" This was when Kagome came face to face with the glasses-wearing serpent boy. She glared at him defiantly. This guy screamed jerk. They all did. He just seemed to be the most arrogant of the bunch.

Haruhi stuttered uncomfortably. "Uh... I, uh... It's not like that. I- we- were just looking for a quiet place to study."

The blonde turned Haruhi- Kagome really wished they had more manners. Didn't they know it was also rude to call someone by their name without offering them their name! The blonde intimately pulled the petite girl close, allowing Kagome to slip from his grasp. "Or maybe... You're into a guy like me. What do you say?"

"Uh!" She screamed, leaping from his arms.

It was as if the next scene were playing out in slow motion. Jumping away from the blonde, Haruhi fell back into one of the large vases in the room. Realizing this, she spun around, Kagome even dropping to help her, both reaching for the large ornate vase, and still, it slipped away from them. Clattering to the ground in a loud shattering of glass, the girls slumped in defeat. They looked at each other, fear entering their eyes.

The twins, Hikaru and Kaoru (the only ones whose names she's learned so far) crowded them with an audible "Aww!"

"We were going to feature that Renaissance vase in an upcoming school auction." Hikaru tsked disappointedly.

Kaoru nodded. "Oh, now you've done it, commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at ¥8,000,000!"

"What? ¥8,000,000!? How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?"

Kagome fell to the ground, defeated. How had it ended up like this? All they wanted to do was find a quiet place to study.

"We're going to have to pay you back, aren't we?" Kagome sighed.

Panicked, Haruhi turned to her. "No, Kagome, I couldn't ask that of you. It was my fault it broke."

Kagome shook her head and smiled gently. "How could I leave you to the wolves?" Then she stood glaring heatedly at the dumb blonde. "If there is anyone to blame, it's that handsy pervert over there."

The group continued as if they hadn't heard her, irritating Kagome to no end.

"Well, what do you think we should do, Tamaki?" So that's what the blonde's name was; now she knew what to call the handsy pervert.

"You may have heard a famous saying, Mr. Fujioka, "When in Rome, you should do as the Romans do." Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means you two will be the Host Club's dogs starting today."

Kagome growled audibly; she really didn't like this club one bit.

'What the hell have I gotten myself into now?'

wolfYLady: I am happy to see so many people are interested in this story. I did try to follow along with the show, so this chapter is a bit longer simply because there is so much dialogue.

So if you like this story, please review. The more reviews, the quicker I can get the next chapter up.

So until next time.

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