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mschillinvillin · 4 years ago

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Kagome yelling at sesshomaru and he gets lowkey scared/horny

*I’m sorry that this took me forever. I hope it’s sort of what you had in mind, oh Anonymous prompt giver.*

Title: Bad Entertainment

Pairing: Sess/Kag

Rated: T for language

Fucking with Inuyasha was the only thing that really got him going. It had always been a pathetic way of finding entertainment, cheap, like booting Jaken, but things had recently taken a more interesting turn.

“Sesshoumaru!” The young woman didn’t bother with honorifics, a lack of respect that should have meant her death, but he turned to her, careful not to look too interested. Inuyasha was limp in his grasp, bleeding just enough to make a show of things. He wanted to piss off the wench.

An arrow flew past his ear, singing with sharp power that stirred the air beside him. He dropped his quarry, aware of the way his brother struggled to sit up after a particularly forceful blow to the gut. He allowed her to draw another arrow, watched her power pool at its tip, then quickly crowded her. She didn’t let it fly; the bitch was more bark than bite, and a little nip would hardly wound him anyhow. Once he was too close to fall victim to her ranged weapon, he leaned in, watching panic flutter across her face before she stomped it down and let indignation replace it.

Hnn, good.

He leaned in just enough to bathe himself in her scent – human, sweat, blood from scraped knees, but also a perplexing chemical mix with sweet currents that reminded him of his own poison. He waited for her to react, heard the harsh intake of breath that meant she was about to start yelling in his ear, then vanished.

He watched from above when she gasped, twirled, craned her neck trying to look behind her, and then dropped her weapon all at once – he’d show her what a mistake that was next time – and fell to his brother’s side, fussing over him.

Annoying.

But still good entertainment.

Riling up Inuyasha was a good way to rile up the woman, but with the addition of more mortals to their little group, he found her ire harder to focus on. She took more of a backseat role, allowing them to do the work while she lobbied arrows from a safe distance. She grit her teeth while she did it, barely saying anything at all.

Surely he could get more out of her than that.

He brushed off the desire to simply grab her and run. Being saddled with Inuyasha’s woman was not in his plans. He wanted a quick brush with tingling power and a little sass to rile him up, and then he’d be gone.

The group seemed to protect her the most, and he retreated after a measly punch to Inuyasha’s face, anger making him put a little more force than was necessary.

“Inuyasha!” He didn’t need to turn to know she’d run towards the half breed. Irritation mounted. He left before he could do something he’d regret.

It was time for a change in tactics.

The group moved slowly with a lot of noise, and Sesshoumaru followed at a sedate pace. Every so often, he’d let tendrils of his youki escape, trailing them over her specifically, and suppressing a chuckle when she’d whip back to glare down the path. The harder he pressed, the more her power bucked, trying to throw him off.

Finally, she spun towards him. Her friends took a moment to notice that she’d frozen, their chatter dying off as they reached for their weapons.

“Is it a shard?”

Inuyasha bounded in front of her, inhaling deeply through his open mouth and impeding Sesshoumaru’s view of her. Taking care to be silent now that they were all on high alert, he skirted the edges of the woods around them and took up position once again behind her.

She spun and Inuyasha herded her back again, ears swiveling as he tried to pick out what was setting her off.

“Is it a shard?” The monk asked.

“I just have this weird feeling,” she shuddered. “It’s not… unpleasant, but it’s strange. It feels like something is messing with me.”

His good mood soured. Messing with a human was beneath him. It wasn’t until he was halfway back to his ward that it sank in. That was exactly what he’d been doing.

Still, it pleased him that she didn’t find his aura unpleasant.

It was weeks until he saw them again, despite moving parallel to their group. If he truly focused, he could understand what they were saying.

“I just can’t believe he kissed me!” Kagome was crying to the demon slayer. She sounded mortified.

“Was it at least a nice kiss?”

“I don’t know! It was Hojo! He’s a nice guy but he’s so boring. And then I slapped him!”

“I always slap men when they get too handsy.”

“But Miroku is a lot tougher than Hojo, and now everyone is mad at me, or they’re calling me crazy. It was so embarrassing! And it made me so mad!”

Sesshoumaru tucked away that bit of information like a crow with a treasure. It hadn’t occurred to him that embarrassment could cause such a reaction. He did not wish to manhandle the miko as the monk did the demon slayer and discarded the notion, but the thought of an open palm and soft lips haunted his dreams, so that when the sun began to peek out over the grassy hill his group was hiding in, he felt himself forced to take action.

They slept in a loose circle. His eyes remained trained on the miko when he stepped into the threshold of their temporary domain. She was curled up beneath a shiny yellow blanket, her loose hair spilling like ink across her pillow.

“What do you want?” Inuyasha’s loud voice roused the group.

The object of his obsession yawned, and he caught how pink her lips were, flushed, like she’d been biting them in her sleep. She didn’t seem to notice what was going on around her, groaning deeply as she raised her arms and stretched back, her unbound chest jutting out provocatively beneath a thin layer of strange fabric.

She rubbed her eyes then whined. “Inuyasha? Is everything OK?”

“Just stay back Kagome!”

That made her alert. She moved to her knees, reaching for her bow, but he was already there, looming over her while his brother scrambled and shouted behind him. He had an impressive view down the subtle V of her neckline, but of course he wasn’t interested in looking there.

“Sesshoumaru?” She squeaked, suddenly alert. He let his youki run over her once more, watching when her eyes widened in sudden understanding. If he went to all this trouble and she reacted like anyone else would, he’d be horribly disappointed, so he leaned down and huffed into the curved shell of her ear.

“Pay attention, miko.”

“Wh-?”

Her exclamation was cut off by the forceful surge of his lips on hers. His tongue slid past her open lips, tracing the hard ridge of teeth while she let out a muffled noise. The heat was not unpleasant. He hummed and leaned forward, recognizing a sudden rush of interest in her scent, the fleeting smell of attraction, desire-

A stinging slap broke the spell. Purity rushed forth in her sudden fury. It was everything he’d wanted.

Tears gathered along her waterline.

“What is wrong with you men?” She snapped, springing towards the demon slayer and burying her face in the other woman’s shoulder. Everyone was gaping at him. He righted himself stiffly and wandered back the way he had come, contemplating kisses and why the fact that they worked didn’t make them the right choice.

He couldn’t wait even a week before he returned to her.

There was a shift in the way Inuyasha’s group reacted to him. Inuyasha still shouted, but instead of springing forward, he stayed close to the miko. Likewise, they’d stopped leaving her to the rear and now formed a tight circle around her. She eyed him warily, but her weapon was slack in her hands.

Two options presented themselves.

He could say what he needed to say here, in front of her companions, or….

He’d whisked her away in the breadth of a few seconds, taking her skyward so quickly that all he heard was a gasp and Inuyasha’s oath trailing behind them. The wind stole her shrieks, and he tried not to enjoy how her power surged against him in rebuttal to the manhandling washing him in a satisfying tingle, even as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her nose against the skin beneath his ear.

He slowly came to a stop and waited for her trembling to cease, letting his arm fall so she would know he had no intention of restraining her. She gasped and pushed off him, not realizing that her fingers were tangled in his hair and pulling his face with her.

She was red. Stuttering. Her eyes narrowed and he waited with bated breath for the inevitable flood of power that would accompany her rage.

“Seriously? What’s wrong with you?” She screeched. Inwardly, he preened. Power flared around him. He wasn’t one to feel fear, and he definitely wouldn’t let her know that it made his heartbeat rush.

“Most would not assume to be so forward with this Sesshoumaru.”

“The Sesshoumaru I know wouldn’t behave like this!”

“You do not know me.”

“I know enough.”

He caught the hand that was waving about, and pressed his thumb soothingly into her palm, rumbling when her cheeks heated and he caught her eyes darting to his lips. If he was any weaker, he would run at the blush that brought forth a new wave of power. She was dangerous to him. Adrenaline pumped. He felt like a pup at the site of his first skirmish.

He inhaled deeply, noting her scent. She had liked the kiss, even if his method of stealing it had been wrong. Good.

“Hn, I would like you to know more.” His breath brushed across her forehead, fluttering her bangs. Slowly, so that she could knock his hand away if she wished to, he raised his hand to her face and cupped her cheek. She licked her lips. It was a small, subconscious gesture, but he approved.

“Oh?”

“If you have no complaints.”

“I have several.” She said it with a small frown, but still tugged on his hair and tipped her head, angling it for a kiss.

“Hn, good.” He complied.

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letteraddressedtothefire · 4 years ago

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Somewhere in Time

7. Compromise

The group was tense as Kagome stood in the middle of the camp, brown eyes flashing with conviction. Inuyasha stood across from her, nostrils flaring in indignation.

"It's only for five days!" she said firmly.

"Keh! We ain't keeping 'em!" he retorted in the same tone as he crossed his arms and huffed.

Sango petted Kirara on her lap, Miroku sat cross-legged beside the wide-eyed Shippo and Rin, and Sesshomaru showed no interest at all. Still, the priestess and the half-breed battled it out. After another round of expletives, however, Inuyasha was starting to lose ground.

Miroku sighed, finally deciding it was time to intervene. He put himself between them and waved his hands. "Now, now, my friends, let us be reasonable here. Perhaps we need compromise to settle things peacefully?"

Seething with rage, Kagome jabbed the air with her pointy finger, clearly aimed at Inuyasha. "Miroku-sama," she said, trying to control her shaking voice. "Tell your friend that whether he likes it or not, I will keep the child with me until I'm sure of her recovery."

"She ain't your responsibility!" Inuyasha reasoned out, but faltered as a tendril of spiritual charge brushed against their senses. Miroku glanced at him warningly, silently telling him to back away before Kagome zapped him.

To everyone's surprise, Sesshomaru rose to his feet. "Rin, we are leaving," he said calmly. The child quickly rushed to his side but she cast a longing gaze towards the priestess.

"See!" Inuyasha snorted smugly. "They ain't even planning to stay!"

But Kagome wasn't having any of it. In a fit of blind fury and concern, she stormed towards the daiyoukai who only regarded her with a bored expression.

"Kagome-sama!" Miroku tried to grab her arm but she brushed him off. This is bad, the monk thought. If she doesn't control her temper, we'd all be dead. He looked helplessly at Inuyasha, begging him to stop her, but the hanyou only smirked, now enjoying the situation.

"You!" Kagome pointed at the feudal lord fiercely. "You're not taking her anywhere until I'm sure she's okay!"

No one spoke. Miroku flinched inwardly. Kagome had just sealed their fate.

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What audacity! A low growl issued from Sesshomaru that would have sent every lowlife youkai running for their lives, but the miko stood her ground in front of him fearlessly. Her flaring spiritual energy jarred his youki and in turn, he expanded it until he could almost taste the fear of the half-breed's companions.

But not this girl. How dare she give command to him, an alpha? He bristled, his own wrath colliding with her rage. The ground started to tremble as their powers clashed. The air thinned considerably. But the miko did not give in, pushing her own spiritual power against his formidable youki.

Sensing danger, the hanyou stepped in, putting his miko protectively behind him. "Oi, just give in, Sesshomaru."

"It's for Rin's well-being," the woman supplied with clenched teeth.

Sesshomaru's instincts rallied to overpower the miko's will. Vaguely, he knew she was taken to his young ward and she only wanted the best for her. She saved Rin's life, he reminded himself.

Bitterly, he dropped his youki and nodded once. "Five days."

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nocturne-inuyasha-ff · 5 years ago

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Chapter Twenty Three: The Human Condition

~ * ! * ! * ! * ! ~ = Flash back

o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o = Scene/POV change

Nocturne - Chapter Twenty Three: The Human Condition

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Kagome jumped at the sound of the deep, familiar voice and slowly turned to see Sesshomaru standing in the doorway. She melted and felt fury all at once. It had not even been an entire day, and he'd come, but not when he was needed.

Setsuna battled with an urge to run up to and hug her father, instead, wearing an ear-splitting grin upon her young face and exclaiming, "Father!"

All had turned to witness his arrival, though none had noticed him, nor sensed his yoki.

Sesshomaru gave his daughter a nod of greeting but did not display any semblance of emotion outside of that. He was not one for public displays of affection. Even to greet her first was a significant indicator of her status in his eyes.

Kagome more than made up for any of Sesshomaru's shortcomings in that area. But while he lacked in that area - at least in Kagome's opinion - he more than made up for his affections through doting on his child through different means.

He had initially disapproved of Kagome kissing every cut and bruise, stating that would spoil and entitle her.

It was Sesshomaru's thought that by coddling Setsuna, she would be weak. To that effect, Kagome cleverly asked if he also thought her to be weak. It only took a couple of days for him to relax his view of "coddling."

Sesshomaru's eyes then glided over Kagome in an appraising manner that held a deeper meaning. She quickly turned her head to subtly inform him that she was still angry.

Inuyasha wore a confused grimace at the appearance of his elder brother, looking none too pleased. "You learn some new tricks? Hiding your scent so I can't smell you sneaking up on us?"

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at his brother's idiocy. He looked pointedly at Shizuka and sneered, his lip rising up in slight disdain.

"To think you have not noticed after these years," he chided coldly. "Yet, you are ignorant, preferring to allow the fox roam freely in the hen house."

Inuyasha stood up with a jump, placing a hand on the hilt of Tessaiga. He had made sure to retrieve the weapon after the recent episode of events. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

Sesshomaru ignored his brother's barely veiled act of insolent aggression. He looked around the room, resting his gaze on Kohaku longer than any. "You have all exposed yourselves and your number when you have laid unnaturally hidden from our enemy for years, thanks to your foundling."

Inuyasha would have none of it. "This is all your fucking fault, you goddamn hypocrite! You led them here through all your damn schemes and tangled us all in your mess."

"You still trust it, even knowing where it comes from and the risk you place on all here. It is to her they were drawn," Sesshomaru explained. "The fact that you place its life above that of your own brethren speaks volumes about your character. Though, it is unsurprising to this one."

Shizuka withered under the scrutinizing gaze of Sesshomaru, which caused Inuyasha to become even more incensed. "She never hurt anyone, you fucker! I dare you to say another word!"

Kagome had seen and heard enough of their brotherly squabbles. It was becoming ridiculous and not something she wanted her daughter to witness. "Enough! Both of you! Take it outside, so Setsuna does not have to watch her father," she looked to Sesshomaru, "and her uncle," she looked to Inuyasha, "prattle on like enemies."

Both aggressors looked over at Setsuna, who sat on the ground with her legs crossed and an amused smile on her face. Kagome noticed the girl's grin as well and groaned in disgust before stomping out of the house. The girl had too much of her father's blood running through her veins, always looking for her father's approval and a good fight. Even at nearly six years old, Sesshomaru had exposed their child to pride and prowess. Of course, she'd done nothing to stop it either. As if it were a bad thing to learn in the Feudal Era when the world would only go through strife before settling into the future she knew.

Kagome rushed out and walked away from Miroku and Sango's house, knowing her presence would not be missed with all that was happening. She felt frustrated with everything and herself. She had come to escape the lies and recent revelation that still weighed heavily upon her, yet she'd brought nothing but pain to her friends and family in the moments she'd arrived.

She felt bitter and downtrodden, her grief only spurred on by the discovery that Sesshomaru had not disclosed to her all he knew. And now here he was again, likely come to take her and Setsuna away for their own protection. As if she was not capable of protecting herself, she fumed. Her use of spiritual powers may have diminished, but she was more than proficient as a marksman, something she did not tire of practicing.

There was now a fairly decent distance between Kagome and the others. She would not stray beyond the village's perimeter just yet, but she was far enough away from Shizuka's strange ability to hamper the sense of demonic auras and would sense if any came upon her.

Kagome sat on a bridge that spanned over the gently flowing stream where women of the village came to wash laundry. No one was out right now, as the village reeled from the news of the recent attack. Despite the circumstances, it was to Kagome's liking as she rarely was afforded time to herself anymore.

She swung her legs back and forth, pointing her toes so that they barely touched the water below and kicked the cold droplets to spray in front of her. Kagome could feel his aura approaching at a slow and steady pace. She knew he'd come after her eventually. He was like his brother in ways he would be offended to know, stalking after their women like puppies with tails between their legs. It was a cute notion if she bothered to think about it, but her sullen anger was too great to allow such a thing.

His steps echoed on the wood of the bridge, announcing his presence. Kagome ignored him. She'd come here to get away from him after all, and it had not even been an entire day!

"Beloved," he began with an uncharacteristic tentative tone.

Kagome whipped around with a glare, daring him to call her another endearing name when she could not find one for him for the life of her. "No!" she hissed. "You don't get to follow after me and apologize. I am not ready to forgive you yet."

His gaze was cool as he regarded her, and Kagome seethed that he was still, after these years, so challenging to read. "This one has done nothing wrong in protecting what is his."

Wrong! Kagome's eyes widened. "So I am a possession now to do with as you please?!"

"You know this not to be true, miko," he said, resorting to calling her by her title. "You are mine, that is true, but only in so much that I am yours."

His gruff but tender words caused her to waver for a moment. "Yet, you treat me as a fragile piece of glass, ready to break with the slightest touch. Am I not enough as I am? You changed me, without my knowledge nor my permission."

"Had you the choice, would you have refused?" he questioned.

"That is not the point! I didn't have a choice! You took that from me."

"I fail to see why this upsets you so. You have been given the gift of countless years, beyond what any mortal should ever be inclined to live. You spit so carelessly on what others would kill for."

"It seems so unnatural," she said with a shiver and crossed her arms. "At what cost? All things come with a cost," she asked. It was a valid question. Nothing as profound as the gift of immortality came without a hefty price.

"I shall not see you die," he told her simply and unmoving.

"Death is natural. Humans aren't meant to live beyond their years. Am I something unnatural now?" she asked aloud, beginning to question what she now was. She hadn't given it much thought since arriving in the village. But now faced with the reality of what had been done, Kagome was gripped with a new insurmountable reality.

"Dying is only part of the human condition. Something you no longer have a claim to, miko. To think death is natural is merely a coping strategy for something inevitable to humans. Take joy in what you have been given."

Kagome was still too angry to feel joy, not when Sesshomaru had so carefully tiptoed around the fact that there was a price involved with her' gift'. "But there is a price, is there not?"

He sighed with resignation. "Not one that you will bear."

"What does that mean?" she demanded.

"Simply that you do not need to concern yourself with it."

She fumed. "Am I incapable of comprehending the price? Just like I am incapable of understanding the severity of the situation we are in now?"

His calm features did nothing to belie his innermost thoughts, an infuriating trait for Kagome, who wore hers on her sleeve. "You seem to already be aware of the fact that there were Fan Tsenpo's scouts probing the area. Otherwise, you would not have known to come so quickly."

"I was apprised of the fact after you left abruptly," he accused.

"But that doesn't explain why you're here," she retorted.

Sesshomaru made a resigned sound 'hnn' but did not offer an answer.

Kagome crossed her arms beneath her breasts and narrowed her eyes. "Just as I figured. You already knew it was bad, but you didn't tell me."

"This one would not have you fear for nothing," he defended. He felt no wrong-doing for his actions whatsoever, feeling wholly justified. There would be no apology from him.

She glared at him as she stood up and brushed past him making her way back towards Setsuna and her friends, shirking away from his touch as he reached out to her. If he would not explain, she had no time for him. By the rate of his actions, he would step over anything and anyone in his attempt to 'protect her' from whatever he deemed a risk, suffocating her with his protection until she was a compliant, good little woman, or so she imagined.

Sesshomaru did not follow her right away as she had expected he would. Good, she thought. She still was not ready to forgive him, though she ultimately knew she would and even without an apology. Kagome groaned inwardly at her inability to stay mad at those she loved. It was better if she stayed away for just a little longer so that words spoken in anger did not sully what they had.

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They spent the night in the village. Kagome and Setsuna bunked with Sango and her boys. Their residence was the only one large enough to host guests anyway, but with Miroku and the twins still away, there was plenty of room.

Kagome knew Sesshomaru would not leave his woman and child, but he was astute in staying out of sight. Kagome was not sure where he would spend the night, though she knew it would not be far from her. She felt some ease knowing that.

After retiring for the night, Kagome grew restless. She could not sleep, tossing and turning on her borrowed pallet. Her mind would not shut off for anger and worry. Really she felt conflicted, a strange desire to seek him out and give him another piece of her

Mind only to be waylaid by the fear of the inevitable retribution, they were to be paid by their enemies. Kagome kicked her foot out and sighed.

Sango whispered over the gentle crackle of the hearth, "Why do you punish yourself? Just go out to him."

Kagome responded in silence, not bothering to acknowledge her friend's sage words. She laid on her back, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, though probably only minutes crept by.

Setsuna breathed gently beside her, a subtle reminder of why Kagome was angry in the first place. Her conception had started all of this, and Kagome thought back to those years ago in a dark cave, lit only by moonlight.

As stealthily as she could muster, she rose and made out of the house. If Sango had heard her, which was likely, she did not utter a word, and Kagome walked out into the warm, humid night.

The village was quiet and eerily so. Many of the villagers had bunkered down for the night, fearful of an attack from a powerful enemy. They were right to do so, but Kagome held little worry that Fan's army would attack tonight. The daiyokai was across the sea, and it would take more than an evening for him to receive word and rally his forces to move on them if he were inclined to do so.

Kagome had no idea where Sesshomaru would be, so ultimately her plan was to let him come to her once she'd gotten far enough from the village. She scoffed at the thought, knowing he would make her work for it, like always.

It was darker in the dense forest surrounding the village, but she held no fear. Even though she had no weapon, Kagome knew that a deadly being lurked nearby, ready to pounce on any who so much as looked at her threateningly.

She came to the stream that cut through the village and followed it west. It was this course that she had returned six years ago and, despite not knowing exactly where she was going, she knew it was the way.

She continued walking and continued to do so, counting as she paced along the stream's bank. All to keep her pace and track of the time in the dead of the night. Sesshomaru was very likely watching her but gave her no notion of his hidden presence.

After Kagome had trekked a couple of miles into the woods, she stopped and looked around. There was a fleeting feeling in the air around here that barely struck the peripherals of her memory. It hung heavy in the air, and as if forming a discernible trail, Kagome followed the path away from the stream. She had not gotten far when she saw it, the barely visible outcropping of rock that jutted up from between trees giving it a natural hiding spot.

Vines covered the mouth of the cave-like tendrils of mossy-green hair waiting to be parted. Kagome bit the inside of her cheek, reminiscing over an act committed long ago, not from love, but lust. She reached up to grasp one of the vines, but a voice startled her arm back to be clutched against her body.

"It is an unnecessary risk to bring yourself so far from the protection of the village."

Kagome swiveled on her heel, finding Sesshomaru leaning against a tree facing the mouth of the cave. "What worry do I have when you're near?" she responded with a weak smile.

"I am honored for the great faith you have placed in me unquestioningly. Yet it astounds this one that you do so now, but cannot find it within yourself to do so on other occasions."

She felt her heart drop a little, and in her hesitation, he took a step forward. "I trust in your ability to protect us, but I cannot help but feel inadequate if you cannot trust me."

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This woman, the miko, his woman, was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. Her words said one thing while her body said another, and Sesshomaru, who was forever in charge of any situation, felt at a loss.

Sesshomaru had gone through great lengths to obtain the ningyo that the miko had consumed. The miko was correct when she had guessed at the price being insurmountable. To kill a ningyo would place a curse upon the murderer should they consume its flesh, which is why humans could never obtain ever-lasting life as they desired. If a mortal successfully slew a ningyo, which was an incredible feat seeing as how the ningyo were rare and crafty, they would gain eternal life at the cost of their own sanity. The ningyo flesh would corrupt and twist any who consumed them without mercy. That was the legacy of the ningyo and why they were not preyed upon.

However, Sesshomaru had learned a secret about the ningyo. The secret had been kept by his most honored father's last living retainer for centuries. Had Sesshomaru known this secret but 50 years ago, he would have exterminated the ningyo without mercy. The secret his father's retainer kept was that of true immortality without the price to the mortal. Sesshomaru had felt perplexed at first, wondering why his father, InuTaisho, would need such information before it dawned upon him. InuTaisho had planned to use the secret on his mortal woman. Fate, though, would not allow that to come to pass, and both his father and the hime had perished long ago.

Of course, immortality was still reliant on the consumption of ningyo flesh, but the trick lay in the way the flesh was obtained. Sesshomaru learned that if a ningyo gave its flesh willingly, the consumer would be granted longevity. But there was still a price, though not one so horrible as what was promised should he slay the creature outright.

FInding the yokai proved to be a feat all on its own, but nothing Sesshomaru could not accomplish succinctly. He had no need for immortality, so once he came upon the ningyo, the creature was unprepared to face him. The beast had implored him, pleading and promising him unimaginable power for sparing its life, but Sesshomaru was not one to be led astray by things he already possessed. He tactfully bartered with the ningyo for a pound of its flesh.

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"Whats ye gots to trade?" the creature had asked through needle-like teeth.

"This one has much, name your price, yokai." Sesshomaru had little respect for those beneath him, but he must treat the ningyo with as much courtesy as he could muster; otherwise, the trade may be void.

The ningyo grinned widely if it could be called a grin for one whose mouth was unable to close around its angler-like maw. "Youse has nothing I want, nothing worth even one of me golden scales."

Sesshomaru had to be tactful with the creature, lest it return and hide away in the sea for a century. His chance of finding another ningyo within the miko's lifetime was slim. "I offer up a part of myself intangible."

The ningyo's large yellow eyes narrowed in skepticism. "The price to be paid must be equal to what is given, lord daiyokai. I canst tells ye what to give, but like me flesh, it must be given freely. Tell me what ye will part with."

The great lord Sesshomaru had already assumed there would be such a price. He knew that his father was willing to pay the price, and he would as well without question. "A year from this one's own life for each year given."

Now those yellow eyes burned with an unknown hunger, bulging within the deep-set sockets. "Lord Daiyokai! A steep price ye shall pay, indeed. Be it the lass worth it, me hopes."

The creature had accepted the trade, though Sesshomaru did have uncertainty about what the small yokai gained from it. The ningyo used its razor-sharp claws to carve out a pound of flesh and surreptitiously handed it over to Sesshomaru. It nodded it's bulbous head and looked about before swimming off into the murky depths from which Sesshomaru had retrieved it, likely off to hide until the flesh grew back.

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Sesshomaru would never admit, even to himself, his fear. He had gone through great lengths to make certain those worries were never realized. That was why he had not explicitly informed the miko of his intentions. Those fears would make him weak, and weakness was not an option. Especially now that the circumstances were precarious. He knew that if she had known of the ningyo, she would have inquired on the price behind it, and if he were honest, she would refuse the gift; deny him. The miko would state that the price was too high and not something she would willingly accept. He knew this to be true for his woman was as selfless as they come, which was one of her intriguing qualities.

When the miko learned of the ningyo flesh through his treacherous mother, he inwardly knew that she would react in anger. He had prepared for that, too. He had not prepared for the army of Fan Tsenpo breaching the perimeter he had so precariously set so quickly. The man, Fan Tsenpo, was a tenacious one, indeed.

He closed his eyes in a rare display of acquiesce. "Truly, you must know that I am not as perfect as I would aspire."

The miko smirked at his admission. "There are some things about you that measure up to perfection, lord."

The miko's scent was a mixture of sensuous fury. She stepped closer, her arms still crossed but with a sultry look upon her face. Sesshomaru looked her up and down, attempting to understand whether this woman was angry or not. It was difficult to tell at times, even for one as astute as himself. It was enough to drive anyone mad.

A gentle breeze blew through the area, buffeting her scent into him. The fury, the joy, were palpable, but something else was there as well. His eyes turned ravenous, and an inner voice spoke to him, egging him to become something else entirely.

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The way he looked at her, hungry eyes roving up and down her body, spoke volumes. Kagome felt her insides do somersaults from anticipation and wetted her lips. She could feel her heart begin to pound heavily in her chest, and she wondered vaguely how someone could make her feel so giddy and desirable after so many years.

She glanced behind, over her shoulder with her sultry smile, and felt another wave anticipation course through her veins. It was very ironic to end up where it had all begun years ago. She scoffed to herself once she figured that Sesshomaru had led her here intentionally, somehow.

He stepped closer and leaned forward, inhaling her sweet scent from the crook of her neck while running his deft fingers through her hair and along the side of her neck.

He hesitated for a moment, pulling back and looking into her eyes. Kagome felt her breath catch and her traitorous heart skip a beat. "Is something wrong?" she asked softly, hoping like hell he had not finally grown tired of her.

His jaw clenched, and he seemed to be at war with himself rather than anything else. "It is your fertile time," he told her in a whisper.

His words were meant to be a caution, but his words tickled her ear and made her feel reckless. They had been careful, or rather Sesshomaru had been careful. Always calculating the time to be away when she was likely to beget a child. Kagome had not once questioned his frequent trips, sometimes seeming spontaneous, even for him, but her own monthly cycles had always been sporadic and unreliable.

Maybe Sesshomaru was afraid, if that were even possible, of a repeat. Kagome knew that he had revived her with Tensaiga and she also knew that the feat could only be done once. Could he be worried that she may find an untimely demise at attempting to bring a new life into the world? She pushed it from her mind, other more scintillating thoughts taking precedence.

It seemed that a similar thought process had taken place with him as well once he ultimately ground his teeth and placed his forehead on her shoulder, his silver hair falling over her in argent waves. His left hand gripped her shoulder tightly, holding on to maintain control, but the rest of him worked autonomously.

Kagome groaned once his hand found its way under her shirt and began to fondle her breast, caressing her nipple. His head still rested near her neck, where he waited for her consent. His tongue worked expertly upon her ear becoming more encouraged by the breathy exhale. She could barely make out his golden gaze appraising her from her peripheral vision and looking at her lustily.

Her fertile time was delicate in terms of lovemaking. Sesshomaru could smell it on her, and the demon within him wanted to take her by any means necessary. Her scent drove him wild with barely contained lust, and it took every ounce of control to contain himself, which is why he usually took great pains to be absent during that time.

Kagome secretly enjoyed it. The idea of being ravaged was intriguing and frightening, especially when it came to her daiyokai lover. Now, knowing that he could be a little rougher was an aphrodisiac all on its own.

He was growing impatient and pulled her kosode down, exposing her breasts. She gasped, feeling the cold air on her bare skin and then gasped again once the cold sensation was replaced by the warm ministration of Sesshomaru's tongue. It seemed he would not be waiting for a response, but she had never denied him, so perhaps it would even out. Besides, if he stopped, she would only beg him to continue.

His left hand released her shoulder and made its way down her skirts, delicately touching her legs, stroking closer and closer towards the cleft in between. Sesshomaru was always careful of his claws, but that made it difficult to live in the moment. He snarled softly in frustration, removing himself from her momentarily.

Kagome pouted from the lack of contact but watched him curiously. He looked at her from lowered lids and carefully and meticulously bit off his long claws. They would grow back, and he needed them blunt for what he planned to do.

While she watched, he crushed against her, crushing his lips to hers in a quick, almost desperate motion. His hand shot back down her skirts, and he gave a soft gasp of his own when she reciprocated with a firm grasp on his hardened member through the heavy folds of his outer layers. His brow clenched, and his hardened gaze now softening like butter under her grip. With a moan that was more like a growl, Sesshomaru turned her body and pinned her against the tree where he had waited outside of the cave. His own clothes had become a nuisance and barrier between them, so he deftly removed them in a matter of seconds.

Kagome stood against the tree, portions of her body exposed to him and her breasts heavily swaying up and down with each panting breath. Sesshomaru took a moment to compose himself, knowing if he continued, he would not be able to stop without possibly hurting her. "You are no longer angry, miko," he asked, despite the words coming out more as a statement than anything.

She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and gave him a level look. "Keep it up, and I will leave you here, high and dry," she warned.

Her scent was too potent for her words to hold any truth, and Sesshomaru felt his control slip at the slightest notion he would be denied at this point. A guttural sound erupted from his throat, and he all but pinned Kagome to the tree, snatching her hands up and away from her chest. Once he'd removed the barrier there, his hand plummeted back down to continue touching her cleft. A glorious smell was emanating from that region, soft and lustrous that begged to be lapped up.

He brought his hand, dripping with wet fluids up to his lips, and licked his finger with a lapping tongue. "Exquisite," he purred with a smirk.

Kagome felt her cheeks burn, and she turned her head to break the sensual contact that was nearly overpowering. Sesshomaru grabbed her chin and brought her back to face him and then licked her bottom lip to entice her to open her own. She relinquished, opening to his kiss that beckoned for more.

She felt him push up her right leg, grabbing behind the knee to place her in an easily accessible position. She continued following his kiss with a fervor of her own and used her hand to find the soft, hard length that brushed up against her hip. She wrapped her fingers around it, barely able to encapsulate the girth with her fist and relished in the moaning sounds he breathed into her from his barely parted lips so close to her own.

Kagome's enclosed hand stopped running up and down his shaft once his blunt fingers entered her, gently at first, then with a pumping frenzy. It was a rare, exquisite feeling she was often not granted, so she enjoyed his handy work. She stopped moving all together once she felt the build in her core, the thought of doing the same to him forgotten with this new sensation. Her head lulled back a little to rest against the tree's bark behind her, and she could see through passion-slit eyes that Sesshomaru's own began to bleed red into the sclera of his eyes.

She snapped rigid, hyper-aware, and nearly forgetting herself. She was not afraid, but concern made her pull her leg down slightly from Sesshomaru's grasp. This action elicited another low growl from him. She placed her hands upon his chest and looked up into his crimson gaze. The gold iris still held a very carnal look to them, beckoning yet frightening at the same time.

He allowed her leg to fall and pushed down her skirts and used the other hand to free her from the remainder of clothing to leave her just as exposed as he. Sesshomaru fell to his knees before her, grabbing her around the middle to pull her closer to him. Kagome gasped and put a hand behind her against the tree to brace herself, but it was not necessary. The grip he had on her was vice-like, and she could not move had she wanted to. She let out a tiny gasp once his tongue brushed against the most sensitive part of herself. He continued to weave his tongue in deft motions back and forth, taking the time to part her tender folds with his fingers, pushing her leg back up and out of the way with a firm hand.

Kagome drug in a ragged breath and twisted her hands into his silver locks. The build was rising up, and she could not stop the moans that escaped her lips. She began to call out his name between her panting breaths, "Sess...sho…ugh…"

"Please!" she yelled, despite herself, once she was nearly at the apex of a climax. All sensation ceased, and Kagome felt herself fill up with a different torment. "No!" she cried, almost pathetically.

"No?" he grunted with mirth from his knees. Sesshomaru rose to his full height, looking down on her with the red, gold eyes.

Kagome was desperate, and repaying the favor seemed an optimal idea to continue, so she now dropped to her knees and grabbed his member before placing the tip in her mouth. She'd barely touched it with her tongue in a sweeping motion before his jaw went slack and his hands gripping her shoulders. She had not given him this pleasure often due to her own inexperience and embarrassment, but his reaction encouraged and emboldened her to continue.

With hollowed cheeks, she lowered her mouth as far as she could and sucked as she moved back. The motion became repetitive, and she had to assume she was doing well judging by how he bit his bottom lip and pierced the flesh of her shoulder with his one clawed hand. She cried out in pain with him still in her mouth, but it wasn't all bad, and she did not want him to stop making those dirty faces.

His grip became tighter, and she knew that he must be close to the same precipice she had been on before. She began to suck harder and more vigorously, but Sesshomaru barked aloud, "Stop." His voice was low and commanding, authoritatively clear.

Kagome looked up at him and released his member, pausing to moisten her lips with her tongue. She saw his eyes widen, and the sanguine color nearly envelop his gold irises. He released his grip on her and fell back, her buttocks resting against the ground with her legs splayed out beside her. She was sure she looked very sultry in this position, but her own jaw went slack when she saw Sesshomaru lift his blood-soaked claws to his face for further scrutinization. He let out a mirthless chuckle and brought his fingers to his mouth to sample the taste of her. "Invigorating. Your blood is just as enticing as the fluids that now drench the sides of your thighs."

She looked down for a moment with a new wave of embarrassment, seeing that she was dripping wet. In a moment of self-consciousness, she squeezed her legs shut, but her modest thoughts were cut through once Sesshomaru enveloped her with his warmth and placed his mouth on her shoulder where she was openly bleeding from the wounds he had inflicted upon her with his razor-sharp claws. His tongue lapped at the blood, and the feeling was strange and exhilarating all at once. She moaned beneath him and absently wondered if daiyokai drank blood like vampires of lore.

His knees pushed hers open, breaking her from ridiculous thoughts and bringing her back to the present. Her legs were splayed open before him now, and he was poised over her like a predator poised to strike. "You are mine," he growled, his eyes glowing.

Kagome said nothing but trembled beneath him. Her silence seemed to infuriate him, and he barked, changing from sensuous to dangerous in a second. "Say it!" he commanded. His voice was loud and imposing, daring anyone to state otherwise. Those who dared would meet a swift demise.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and her body betrayed her, opening like a flower to be ruined. "I am yours," she whispered, not in fright, but in agreement. She was his and had been since that day, not ten feet from where they lay six years ago. A spell may have brought them together, but it had only uninhibited them both to their own subconscious desires.

He seemed appeased, and a lopsided grin replaced his dangerous gaze. His lips moved down to hers, and he thrust into her with a hard, splitting force. Kagome moaned into his mouth, and he plunged in and out with needy thrusts. The man was frenzied and assaulting with his need that was nearly overpowering to her frail body in comparison. She was pushed back against the base of the large tree, between two of its overgrown roots jutting out to hide their bodies from view from the rest of the forest.

She grit her teeth and moaned into his broad, muscled shoulder. Her arms were holding onto him to steady her body for his encroaching thrusts. Sesshomaru seemed to be pushing her into the tree to achieve deeper thrusts. His hands gripped her buttocks and guided her up and down on him, constantly hitting the spot deep within that made her groan.

He was incensed by her groans but was unsatisfied by their position. His desire to fill her overcame him and ran him with primal purpose. Sesshomaru pushed her towards the opposite direction and flipped her over in a quick, smooth motion. She was like putty in his claws anyway, so soft, subtle, and delicate yet yielding to his predacious needs.

Kagome let out a tiny yelp when he pushed her to her knees and thrust into her from behind. Her arms gave out on her, but her rump remained in the air, caught in Sesshomaru's grip. His clawed hand held her hip firmly, but he leaned over her back, planted his hand on the ground beside her, took his still blunted hand, and held her from a different angle. From this angle, he rubbed at her most sensitive spot. She bucked from the touch, but he held her in place with his swift finger motions, and she began to sway back and force with his thrusts and gliding over his tantalizing fingers.

How could he be everywhere? She vaguely wondered as her thoughts became clouded with erotic pleasure. Even as he had given in to his primal need to claim her, he was still able to give her the most excellent feeling. It began to blossom between her legs and radiate through her entire body as a wave of orgasm coursed through her due to the simultaneous thrusts and constant teasing to her tender pearl. Kagome screamed out a breathless cry to the forest and spasmed slightly beneath his touch.

A triumphant grunt could be heard above her and Sesshomaru grabbed her hips once again to reach a climax of his own. Kagome was still riding out the ebbs of her own pleasure, moaning loudly with each thrust, and her eyes widened once she felt one great final thrust that released everything inside of her. He gave a few more lazy thrusts as if to ensure his seed had been sown within her, but there was no need.

Kagome sighed once Sesshomaru pulled himself from her, leaving her momentarily cold. She relaxed once he laid next to her, resting on an elbow and looking down on her sweat-sheened face. She dared to peek at him with a tiny smile and found he wore one of his own. His hand trailed down her arm, causing her to shiver, and she scooted closer to his warm body.

They both lay quietly, basking in the post-coital sensation, and neither wanted to break the silence. Kagome gave a contented smile and rolled to her back so she could look up into his eyes properly. The red she had seen before was now gone, his usual serene look taking the place of the former feral one. "Your eyes had gone red," she commented absently.

"Hnn," was all he responded while staring at her different features, toying with her hair and running lazy circles on her skin.

"I've never seen it before," she added, hoping he would elaborate.

"Your scent is tantalizing," he told her. "I cannot control myself, especially now that I can smell my own seed within you. It is making...this one...see through red gauze." He leaned down and kissed her gently, and she gasped when she felt his fingers entering her swollen cleft.

She tried to push him away, "Have you always been this needy?" She smiled and let out a small laugh despite herself.

"This one is not 'needy' as you so basely put it. If that were even remotely true, you - miko - would find difficulty walking for months, if not longer."

Kagome sat up a little, rising on her elbows. "Oh, so what your telling me is that Lord Sesshomaru is a relentless sex hound." She smiled and laughed, "If that were the case, I'm surprised you've been so gentle with me these past few years."

He rolled on top of her, enclosing her between his two arms. "I have adopted a method of moderation, but since you have called my virility into question, perhaps that fallacy should be rectified."

She tensed a little once he slid into her wet folds, her body readjusting to the full feeling that could be nearly registered as a feeling of completeness.

This time, he was more sensual and gentle, enjoying every bit of her for as long as possible and marking her with his scent along as much as he could. Kagome relished, in his keen appreciation of her body, and, at some point in the night, fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

She awoke the next morning, a slightly chilly breeze rousing her from her contented slumber. Kagome moved her arm to rub her eyes and felt the soft, velvet fibers of Sesshomaru's pelt. It was warm and comforting, indicating that he had spent the night next to her. It also meant that he was relaxed enough to allow himself to slumber, which was something he seldom did. He claimed that yokai needed next to no sleep, but Kagome figured otherwise. Every creature sleeps, she rationed. But Sesshomaru chose not to sleep often, only sharing their bed to share in lovemaking.

Kagome moved her legs, but they were sticky, and she groaned, knowing she would have an uncomfortable walk back to the village.

Sesshomaru pulled a stray hair from her face but laid back with an arm behind his head. "It would fill this one with content to awake next to you every morning, seeing you refreshed and smelling of me." His golden eyes flickered as he regarded her.

She smiled lovingly and moved to kiss his lips. As she did, he gripped her bottom and squeezed, causing her eyes to bulge. "You lecher! Have you no shame! It is daylight, and anyone could see us!"

"You only have yourself to blame, beloved. Your fertile time drives me to take you to your wit's end," he said huskily.

Kagome could feel him harden beneath her, and she gave a little squeal before jumping up and snatching up her clothes to shield her body. "No more! We must get back before everyone starts to worry."

"Why should they worry?" Sesshomaru asked innocently.

"Because we've been gone all night, and it's nearly late morning now."

"Your cries last night were loud enough to alert them to your….plight," he teased with a straight face. Kagome hoped he teased and blushed before turning away.

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He regarded himself in the tarnished mirror, sneering at his reflection. The tarnished half, inflicted in his rage, hide the part of his face, which was permanently marred into a smirk. Fan touched at the puckered skin that would never heal and allowed a strange sense of calm to wash over him. The mangled reflection usually drove him to fits of angry outbursts leveled at any unsuspecting person that may cross his path, which meant that everyone avoided him as much as possible. However, it was difficult to avoid one as powerful as Fan Tsenpo, who commanded respect and unwavering loyalty of so many, despite his violent tendencies.

They had increased as of late, those eruptions, and there was one person in particular whom Fan enjoyed tormenting the most. Fan swiveled away from the mirror in his private rooms and made his way towards the gardens.

Rebuilding the palace had not taken much time, anyone new to the grounds would never know that half of the area had been nearly destroyed. All looked fresh and new. It was there he found her, his twin, his other half.

"Dear sister," he called out.

Despite knowing he approached, she shrank when he called out. Tsering turned and acknowledged her brother with a false smile. It angered him that she would pretend all was well, but he needed her. He needed her to fear him and appease him in whatever fashion befitted him.

"Brother," she said in a dull yet cheerful voice. Tsering stood from her perch on a bench where she had been looking out over the flowering grounds, passing the time contemplating over womanly things. "You seek me out?" she asked tentatively.

Her cheeks had hollowed, and her skin turned pallid. The woman was confined in a gilded cage, no longer free to roam alone after the travesty that had befallen Fan at the hands of his Nippon enemy. Fan blamed her, but could not bring it upon himself to kill her just yet. Now that he knew her demise would not harm him, he often mulled the idea over, but that would leave him alone. The woman could still prove useful.

Fan eyed her up and down, slightly annoyed that she would allow herself to become a shell of her former vibrant self. No matter, he thought. "I only wanted to see my beautiful sister." His hand went out and clutched her by the throat, and his unscathed lip pulled up into a nefarious smile.

Her eyes bulged, and tears threatened to spill. To cry in his presence would have only sent him over the edge. Fan loosened his grip only slightly and caressed her chin with his thumb. "You startle too easily, sweet sister."

"I am sorry," she whispered from beneath his grasp.

He released her and turned his back, locking his arms behind him. "You are so much more than sorry," he told her. "I have plans for you, my dear. Plans that will rectify what you have unleashed upon our family and the DaiOzuko."

"The DaiOzuko have charged you for your callous behavior. You know what they threaten." Tsering challenged. Her switch to a defensive position was amusing, and Fan only allowed it because it played into his plan.

Fan turned around to see a fire in her eyes. How quaint. "You know I am unfazed by those old fools. They've grown complacent, and the only reason they've continued to thrive is that I have no desire to usurp their supposed power. They are nothing but a pair of haggard figureheads, withered, and ingrown. We shall see what they think of my next move."

His sister knew the truth of his words. She probably had hoped that he would heed their words of warning, but the DaiOzuko was nothing more than a name. Fan relished in her trembling figure. "Of course, brother," she whispered.

A loud screech was heard overhead, announcing the arrival of Fan's messenger, the Zhenniao. The large bird circled lazily, making its way down to land before his master. Its talons scratched at the earth, and its wings spread out in a broad span as it bowed low in reverence.

It eyed Tsering suspiciously upon rising. Fan usually received his messages alone, always dismissing his sister to her own devices. Fan gestured for the bird to continue.

"Masssster, I bring newsssss of your army," the Zhen bird clacked.

Fan subtly eyed Tsering, basking in her pronounced shock. She had no inkling of any such thing. It was almost insulting how little attention the woman paid to him, he determined.

"Feng hassss ssssent word that all isss ready. He warnssss of the child and her unique prowesssss."

He chuckled at the news. "I would expect no less from such an extraordinary specimen. I'm inclined to do the same." Fan deliberately glanced at Tsering with an innocent look upon his face. She must be piecing together where her brother had raised an army, and it was a sight to see when it clicked for her.

The Zhen bird turned its head to look upon its master with one of its eyes, waiting for instructions.

"Advise him to proceed. We shall strike while the anvil is hot. I cannot imagine that Feng would be able to contain his excitement enough to stay concealed," he sighed in feigned annoyance. "No matter, they will not expect us to rally so quickly. I've sown seeds throughout that land long enough, it is time to reap the harvest."

The zhennaio nodded and pushed its large body off into the sky, flying away to spread the message. Fan placed a hand over his eyes to see the messenger off, feeling his sister's consternation behind him. "It looks as though the time for your usefulness has come, sister."

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Fanfiction.net - Chapter Twenty Three

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writeyouin · 6 years ago

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Maybe like a tfp scenario where optimus and human reader are in a relationship but keep it a secret from everyone until one day miko finds out when she catches the human giving him a cute smooch on his lips and miko takes a picture of that to show everyone else.

TFP Optimus Prime X Reader - Photo Finish

A/N – I have gone so far out of order with my requests that by this point I’m just picking up the ones that inspire me for a while.

Rating – T

Warnings – None.

Optimus held you lovingly in his servos as you pressed your head against his. It was rare the two of you got to share such a tender moment but hidden from prying eyes in his hab-suite, it was finally safe to do so. When Optimus had first asked you to be his, he warned you that the relationship would have to be kept secret so as to protect you from the dangers being with him could bring; you didn’t mind living in stolen moments for him, after all, Optimus rarely asked anything of you, the least you could do was keep a secret.

“(Y/N)…” Optimus said wistfully.

“I know,” You whispered. “You have to go.”

Optimus sighed heavily, wishing he could give you more, yet resigning himself to the fact he couldn’t.

You pecked his helm. “Stay safe out there.”

Optimus put you down carefully, making no such promise. How could he when each mission could be his last? Instead, he made a small request of you, “Go home, and get some rest. I will inform you of my return.”

“Is that a promise?” You asked with a small smile.

“You have my word,” Optimus said sincerely.

You nodded, satisfied as he escorted you out of the base where the two of you would part ways. There was no time for second glances or sweet words after the two of you left his hab-suite, for when everyone else could see you, any exchange with Optimus became a professional act.

You tried to walk slowly through the base as you made your way to Optimus’ hab-suite, but it was almost impossible to keep calm after hearing about his extensive injuries from the previous mission. Apparently, he’d barely escaped with his life after going toe-to-toe with Megatron. You supposed you should be happy he’d escaped, but truthfully, you were hurt that Optimus had broke his promise to tell you of his return. Instead, you had to hear about it second-hand from Miko over the phone. You knew you shouldn’t be angry considering the circumstances, but what else was there to feel when you were trying to stave off worry?

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ratchet said sternly from behind you, knowing full well the only room ahead of you was Optimus’.

You forced yourself not to clench up, hating that Optimus was alone and in pain with each wasted second. You didn’t dare to face Ratchet, fearing he would see your feelings written all over your face. Casually, you held a datapad in the air, “Prime asked for this. I thought I’d bring it, so Fowler didn’t come and bug him.”

Ratchet tutted indignantly. “I think not. Nobody is seeing Optimus until he recovers.”

You composed your face into a neutral expression, ready to finally face the grumpy medic. “C’mon Ratchet, what do you think will happen if Prime doesn’t get this? He’ll stop resting and come looking for it.”

Knowing how much of a workaholic Optimus was, Ratchet saw the logic in your argument. “Very well, hand it over and I’ll take it over to him.”

“What if he’s recharging? You are way too big and loud to sneak in there. He’ll never notice if I slip in and drop this off. I’ll be in and out before he notices, promise.”

Ratchet scowled, evidently not trusting you to complete the task without bothering Optimus.

“Ratchet, if you go in there and wake him up, we both know you’ll never get him to rest again.”

Reluctantly, Ratchet withdrew his servo. “Fine, but be quick,” he snapped.

“You got it,” You said, trying to keep up your act as you walked the remaining length of the hallway where Optimus was waiting.

Upon entering Optimus’ hab-suite, you weren’t surprised to find that Optimus wasn’t resting. Instead he was hunched over his computer console, completing one of the million tasks he had as leader of the Autobots. Normally, you would have made a joke about his working habits or laughingly reprimanded him. However, you didn’t have any humour in you as your eyes traversed his body, noticing every dent, scrape, and odd patches of energon that had dried from crudely welded injuries.

Seeming to sense another presence, Optimus looked over, saying nothing when he saw you.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, wishing you had something better to say.

“(Y/N)…” Optimus sighed, hating that you had to see him like this.

Slowly, you padded over to him placing your hand over a recently welded cut on his leg. “Why didn’t you call me? You promised to call me. I would have been here for you.”

“I did not want to concern you.”

You shook your head angrily, “But you did, Optimus! You did! I had to hear this from Miko, and she’s vague at the best of times. Do you get that?! I heard you were injured from a kid! It should have come from you.” You didn’t really know why you were yelling, only that you couldn’t stop, and Optimus wasn’t arguing his own defence. “Look, I know we have to keep our relationship a secret from everyone else, but when did we start keeping stuff from each other? My God, say something!”

Optimus bent down, pressing a servo gently on your back, “I’m sorry.”

You huffed defeatedly, leaning into his touch, “Yeah… Me too. I didn’t mean to get worked up about it, but please, you have to tell me about stuff like this.”

Optimus withdrew his servo, unable to respond to your affections when guilt weighed so heavily upon his processor. You swallowed anxiously, sensing the change in the atmosphere, “Optimus, what’s wrong?”

“(Y/N), I believe that we need to talk.”

You nodded slowly, hoping that meant something different in Cybertronian terms than it did in human terms. “Okay.”

“I am…” Optimus searched for the right word to convey his feelings. “Concerned about your welfare. During my time on your planet, it has to my attention that humans put a great deal of effort into cultivating relationships that will last a lifetime. It would be selfish of me to remain with you when I cannot provide the lifestyle you deserve.”

“Optimus,” You breathed. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Please, let me finish, you need to hear this. When I asked to be with you, I was being selfish, yet you complied. I then requested you keep the relationship secret and you agreed. I know if I asked anything of you now, you would say yes. When will the point come that I ask too much of you, presuming I haven’t already? You should not have to live a lie on my account.”

You shook your head, smiling adoringly at Optimus, your reaction shocking him completely. “I’d rather have every stolen moment I can get with someone I love than a lifetime with someone faking it.”

Optimus’ spark jolted, sending shivers up his spine at your declaration of love.

You bit your lip, backing away to the door, “I uh… I see I’ve given you a lot to think about, so I’ll leave you to get some rest. Goodbye Optimus.”

Optimus stood frozen in time, completely shut off from the world around him. He tried to put himself in your position but found himself unable to. He could never admit he loved you if you tried to break up with him, mainly because it would have broken him too much to hear. On top of that, he felt the familiar sense of selfishness that he so often got where you were concerned.

He called your name, limping out into the hallway after you. He expected that you might be long gone after such an awkward interaction, but as it turned out, he needed only to take a few steps out, finding you leaning against the wall with your head in your hands. You looked up tiredly, fearing that he’d come to end things once and for all.

His face became an expression of pure seriousness as he said, “I love you too.”

“Don’t run in the hallways Miko,” Miko said, immaturely imitating Ratchet’s stern voice. “Don’t be reckless Miko. Stop getting in the way Miko. Be quiet M-”

Miko stopped her sarcastic commentary, upon seeing you and Optimus in the hallway ahead of her. Optimus held you on his servo where you stood, kissing him ardently; by the looks of your tousled hair and flushed cheeks, the two of you had been at it for a while.

Miko rushed to grab her phone from her pocket, just in time to snap a picture before you and Optimus pulled apart, whispering in hushed tones. Miko crept away, admiring her picture and thinking about a lot of instances wherein you and Optimus had been together that were only now making sense. She couldn’t wait to tell the others about it and was going to wait for nothing to do so. The second she thought you and Optimus wouldn’t see her, she ran off, calling for the others.

While Miko raved about her photo to a group of startled Autobots and humans alike, Optimus placed you gently on the ground, wincing from his injuries on the way back up.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” You said sorrowfully.

Optimus nodded solemnly, “Me too. May I escort you back?”

“No. You have to get some rest. Goodbye Optimus. I love you.”

“And I you, with all my spark.”

You gave a small wave, leaving him alone in the hallway as you made your way to the main room of the base where you would call upon a ground-bridge to take you home. You didn’t pay much attention to the conversation everyone was in, but you did notice when a sudden hush came over the room at your entry. All eyes and optics were on you, making you feel you’d done something wrong, though you couldn’t imagine what.

“Hey uh… Is something wrong?” You asked your new-found audience, looking from one face to another. Bulkhead and Jack were shifting uncomfortably, unsure of what to say, Bumblebee was making a series of clicks and whistles that Raf was unwilling to translate, Arcee simply stared at you as if impressed by you, Miko was grinning smugly, and Ratchet was shaking with undeniable fury.

It was Ratchet who broke first. He pointed an accusatory digit at you, growling, “You!”

“Me?” You forced a smile, fearing whatever was to come next in the mystery you had stumbled into.

“HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?!”

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, but what are you-”

“YOU AND OPTIMUS!”

“Me and-” You paled, looking to the others for help, but nobody said anything, each clearly waiting for some kind of explanation. “OPTIMUS,” You called, hoping he’d hear your distress and come running.

“DO NOT AVOID THE QUESTION!”

“OPTIMUS, GET IN HERE NOW!”

It took a minute but Optimus half-limped-half-ran into the bunker, clearly looking for some kind of attack. He glanced around, confused by the way everyone was looking at him and you.

“(Y/N), has there been some kind of problem?” Optimus asked curiously.

“Oh, I’d say so. They know about us.”

“About us?”

“Yes Optimus, about us.”

Optimus took another look at everyone’s faces, realisation dawning on him. He knew this was going to take some explaining, yet he didn’t know where to start. He glanced down at you, checking if you were okay and silently begging your help.

“Okay,” You sighed. “It’s kind of a long story, but if you let us explain, then you can chime in at the end.”

After an arduous discussion with multiple questions, an awful telling off from Ratchet, and many inappropriate jokes from Miko who you’d found to be the culprit, you and Optimus were finally free to recover in his hab-suite.

You stared guiltily at him, wondering exactly what this meant for the two of you. It was only a few hours ago that he was ready to break up with you, where did this put your relationship now? You found that you couldn’t sit and wait in the thoughtful silence Optimus had set.

“So… That could have gone better,” You said anxiously.

Optimus hummed stoically.

“I um- I can leave if you want. You clearly need your rest, and I’m just getting in the way of that.”

“This will change things,” Optimus commented pensively.

“Yes. Yes, it will.” You searched Optimus’ optics for answers or a hint of the future, “Optimus, is everything okay between us?”

Optimus looked at you as if he was seeing you for the very first time. The more people that knew about the two of you, the more danger you would be in. He wondered if he could put you in that kind of danger just to be with you, yet as he reached absently for you, he knew the answer.

“(Y/N), would you do me the honour of staying here tonight? I do not want to see you leave just yet.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Before, your secret relationship limited how much you could see Optimus and the opportunity to stay over had never come up. You smiled, fighting away emotional tears, “The honour is all mine.”

“I love you,” He said for the third time that day, growing to love how it sounded.

“Not as much as I love you.”

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bunny-wk-fanfic · 5 years ago

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How about a scenario with Harry (Potter) and Kagome bonding over how they are the saviors of their respective countries and the unwanted fame that came with it?

I so loved this idea, thank you for the request!

Kagome smiled at their current surroundings, cozy with just a hint of magical madness. “This is nice!”

The young man across from her nodded his head as he followed her lead, taking in the well known pub for English witches and wizards. “Yeah, it really is. You don’t have anything like this back in Japan?”

“Oh, I’m still getting acclimated to the magical community, what with them waiting years before introducing me. Didn’t want to mess with time or the outcome of my task.” Kagome wrapped her hands around the cup of tea before her. “A little upsetting that they never dropped a line to warn me, or better prepare. Sheesh…”

Harry nodded his head again as she trailed off. “I know what you mean.” he reached for his butterbeer and took a sip, pausing when he spotted Kagome eyeing the cup. “You want to try? It’s actually really good.”

“It’s… that’s the butterbeer, right?” her brows furrowed slightly as her nose scrunched up a bit. It was actually somewhat adorable.

“It is.” he chuckled at her expression, remembering the first time he had one. “Here, you can have a sip from mine, this way it won’t be a waste if you don’t like it.”

Lips pursed as the cup was pushed towards her, sharing a cup with a male was still a very intimate thing for her, but, she was tempted to at least try it. “Alright. But be warned, I may end up spitting all over you.”

“Good thing there are charms for that.” his chuckle helped ease her worries.

Grabbing the cup, she brought it close. Eyeing the foamy top, she gave a delicate sniff only to sneeze suddenly from the foam that prickled and popped. Shaking her head, and ignoring the stifled snort from across her, Kagome took a small sip. It was sweeter than she thought it would be, with that spiced sweetness that reminded her of ginger in a way, and creamy smooth. It wasn’t bad to be honest with herself.

“Going from your look, you like it!” Harry accepted the cup back, grinning with a boyish charm. “Do you want one?”

“Oh, no!” shaking her head, Kagome instantly went for her tea and brought it close to her. “At least, not this time. I don’t want to keep you from your loved ones for too long.”

“It’s not a problem, honestly.” being a Potter made him wealthy, and it didn’t hurt that he was the one that defeated Voldemort.

“I understand, and they don’t mind.” he leaned in closer across the table, voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “Though I must warn you, they all made me promise to introduce you the next time you’re around.”

Blinking wide blue eyes at him, with his boyish grin and teasing wink, it took a few moments before Kagome drew back and began to laugh. Harry continued to smile, though he did pull back and looked somewhat surprised. “Oh! My family made me promise the same thing with you!” she waved a quick hand before catching any stray tears her laughter brought on. “I’m going to warn you though, my brother is a little bias when it comes to meeting other ‘heroes’.”

Harry scratched at his beard, smirking as he leaned comfortably over the table. “It’s to be expected, you are his sister after all. And trust me, I think the girls feel the same way when they compare the two of us.” he chuckled as he stared down into his drink. “To be fair, I’ve read the legend of your travels, I think I have a bit of hero worship for you myself.”

Blushing at his words, Kagome reared back until she bumped into the bench behind her. “What?” blue eyes widened at the suddenly bashful man.

“Well,” he looked away, cheeks were slightly flushed. “How could I not? The war you fought was a lot more intimate, your enemy was constantly in your face and you had to use weapons to fight against magic. I mean, yes, you are a miko and have your own special sort of magic, but from the legends, your war was a lot more brutal.”

“Harry, I…” Kagome reached out and covered one of his hands with her own. “What you said is true, but your own war was just as deadly. You lost people you loved, all your life. I didn’t. But comparing our wars is pointless, it’s on par with comparing natural disasters. Both are devastating and neither out-weigh the other.”

He turned his hand over and gripped at her own, glad to finally meet Japan’s legendary hero and learning she was nothing like what Gildory Lockheart had been. She was humble and down to earth, accepting of the differences they both went through and putting neither of them above the other. “Yeah. Thanks for that.”

“Hey! We child saviors need to stick together!” she gave his hand a squeeze. “Speaking of which, doesn’t it sometimes just… get you so mad that the adults of your wizarding society put you in charge of cleaning up their mess? I mean, you were a child, how were you supposed to deal with the mass-murdering criminal when you knew nothing about that part of your heritage?”

Blinking at her words, Harry looked up to see righteous fury on her face as she stared down at the space between them. Hearing her words, he looked back on all that he survived since he was first told he was a wizard. No, scratch that, since he had been born. Voldemort had been a known threat long before his birth, and was left unchecked until he disappeared after the attack on the new Potter family.

And Hogwarts, considered one of the best wizarding schools ended up housing known supporter of the dark wizard and threatened the lives of everyone within its walls, despite claims it was the safest place in the entire world. It never helped that the adults in his life also kept truths from him, truths about Severus, about Albus, truths that led to more losses of friends and family.

“I… I never really thought of it like that.” his shoulders slumped as he shook his head, surprised it took someone from the outside to see something that affected him so personally for so long. “I mean… without them, I wouldn’t be who I am today…”

Her hand gave his another squeeze. “And they always say no use dwelling on the past, right?”

Nodding his head, they sat there for a while, both thinking of their pasts as heroes and legends. It was a while before either one of them spoke up again. “So, what are your plans in the future?”

“I’m somewhat torn.” Kagome shrugged her shoulders. “I mean modern, non-magical Tokyo seems boring, but on the other hand, Tokyo’s more magical side is utterly alien to me. Hard to figure out what my options are when I don’t know what one half has to offer and know whether or not I qualify for the other half.”

“I was the same way after finishing school. Growing up muggle, you have this whole process of how life works ingrained. As soon as the wizarding community in England was stable again, I was being offered positions from every possible angle. I decided to stick with what I know.” Harry took another sip of his drink, glad that the darker aspects of their conversation were over.

“Professor Potter does have a nice ring to it.” her giggle had him ducking his head.

“Yeah. It’s great to stay in a place that gave me so much. And teaching the kids is always fun. Especially when you see the differences from the first years to the seventh years.” both were chuckling now. “The first years are barely able to contain themselves and always asking questions about anything but their school work, my older students are getting tired of being hounded by them for asking more questions and simply want to concentrate on their own studies.”

“Oh my!” she ducked her head as she attempted to cover up her amusement. “I want to see that!”

Sitting up completely, Harry watched her for a few moments. “That’s actually a good idea!”

“What?” her head tipped to the side as she eyed him.

“Think about it, I teach Defense against the Dark Arts. Who would be better to help teach than a miko, someone geared to be able to defend against such without any extra magic!”

“Are… do mean a teaching assistant?” her brows furrowed. “I’m not a witch, Harry. I can’t-!”

“I meant more like a guest speaker, but a teaching assistant would be nice!” he began to stroke his chin, a mischievous grin on his face. “You’re cute too, which doesn’t hurt. The brats might actually pay attention to you if you were teaching them, then again, they might not..”

Blushing and sputtering as he continued on, Kagome grabbed the closest non-violent item she could grab and tossed it at him, which was the napkin that came with her cup of tea. “Harry Potter! I can’t believe you just said that! You’re engaged!”

His lips trembled before he burst into roaring laughter. “Oh! The look on your face!” he continued to laugh, quickly pulling away from the table to curl in on himself as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I’m sorry, I really am! Oh, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. But I was serious about you coming as a guest speaker. Think you could swing that by?” his cheeks were flushed, eyes shining as he supported his chin in a raised hand.

Lips pursed, feeling a little put out at being the butt of his amusement. “I might be able to work something out with my Ministry. I’m still officially on duty after all.”

“Still? Sheesh.” face scrunching up as if he swallowed something sour, Harry shook his head. “Still looking for a way to rid that thing or-?” he knew how delicate the topic was, how it needed to be kept hush-hush. English Aurors were no different.

“No, but having an active miko in this era is a rarity.” she shrugged her shoulders. “But the idea does sound interesting. Perhaps I can even help reinforce the school’s own protective shields and spells.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any complaints from Professor McGonagall should you offer that.” their conversation continued on after that, talking about whatever they could think of as they finished off their drinks.

“Miko, it is time to return home.” a lone figure approached the two, tall and imposing and dressed in a sharp business attire that stood out against the cozy surroundings.

“Aw, Sesshoumaru, and I was just beginning to enjoy stories of Harry’s adventures.” blue eyes fluttered up at him, lower lip pouting a little bit. The male in question let out a huff.

“And it will not be the last, with your track record. Come.” he held out her jacket and assisted in putting it on her. “Mr. Potter.”

“Sir.” Harry stood next to the table as he watched the two. To think that Kagome, a miko, was easily friends with one like Sesshoumaru, her natural born enemy. Once they were ready to depart, he offered a somewhat clumsy bow before offering his hand to shake. “I look forward to your next visit, Kagome. Sir.”

“Hn.” with a quick shake of hands, the two departed the cozy little pub with an arm tucked around Kagome’s shoulders. And odd pair for even their world, whether they were friends or more.

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ngfics · 5 years ago

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In your Hands - scene

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He was a Tsukumogami now. A significant transition; but then again, they had both changed.

So very much.

He, who used to call himself Naraku, could still remember the moment they collided. For that single breath they became one entity and experienced each other's most intimate memories. Things closest to heart.

He had lost in the end, barely pulled himself together.

He remembers a gentle touch - not like Kikyo's, nothing like Kikyo's cold methodical hands - it was quick, it was gentle, it wished him no harm as it separated all that made them themselves.

Kagome protected him; he remembered that. Her wish did not exclude him. In her eyes he was as much of a victim of the Shikon's cruel manipulations as any other.

He could see now the way it had fed his obsessions, his fury and anger. It had found the perfect person, or rather it had found another conglomeration of youkai that could replace the old one, and brought a miko of great power back through time to fill its insides.

He was alone now, he remembered things that made him Naraku, things that made him Onigumo, but he could let go of them if he so wished.

He was tired.

And Kagome was there. She didn't throw him away when she felt the stirrings of consciousness; her hand would glide across the pin's surface when she sensed his distress.

She had changed as well. No longer a miko, but something greater; something precious, and while the human and the hanyou in him might have wanted to possess her, it was the tsukumogami who had found something much more freeing in being possessed himself.

For all intents and purposes he was now, a hairpin. The use of a hair pin is to pull one’s hair away form their face, or decoration.

This singularity of purpose gave him peace, he was her belonging; her kind eyes and forgiving hands gave him a place, a home.

Something so very valuable that neither thief nor hanyou knew or possessed.

It gave him stability in ways he never knew he needed.

Kagome became home, and the wished to protect it. He looked up at her as she called him, not surprised that she knew who he was, he welcomed the caring concern in her eyes and didn't fight the warmth in his chest. It gave him weight and brought more solace than he would have ever thought he could acquire.

Considering her question he answered. "I now call myself Kougai."

Hairpin.

She had brought him far on her own back, scrambling from that hell in the darkness where they connected, scrambling on her hands and knees and she grasped something more, something divine and he could only be thankful that she did not let go of his hand.

He was perfectly content being a hairpin in her hands.

"Kougai..." she murmured, and smiled.

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sesskag1postchallenge · 6 years ago

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Ch2 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Created by awesome people on the SessKag SitBoy Discord, one post at a time in complete wild abandon. This is a SessKag crack fic.

Chapter 2:

mythicamagicToday at 3:20 AM Sesshoumaru, meanwhile, had taken off on his own, eyes narrow. He could still hear the words of his mother ringing in his ears as he flew above the trees. But it was no matter. He felt certain he'd smelt Naraku's foul stench close by.

Walter205Today at 9:04 AM Inukimi watched her son go after giving the strange garment the briefest of sniffs before dropping it to the ground in his haste to leave. She sighed softly before turning to glance at the others. Her Sky Palace would be a most suitable location for the breedings to occur, perhaps she should round everyone up from both camps and have them waiting there for both her son and her hopeful second when they arrive?

Even if no one else breeds on their own, they could prove a useful distraction fodder for her amusement while she waited, in addition to an added incentive for her son and the miko to come visit her, if for no other reason then to "retrieve" their companions, then she would be able to spring her growing little plan into action. Nodding to herself silently, she smiled softly as her hands started glowing pink as she called her debilitating poison to the surface of her claws…

Slayer07/30/2019 While Sesshomaru stood shocked that this she/he incarnation asked to play with his hair. Naraku took his moment of shock to escape in a massive cloud of miasma

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Poof! Frustrated, Sesshomaru glared at the new incarnation, "Do you always do what Daddy says, or can you think for yourself?" Gritting his teeth, "Your weak blood will sully my sword if I run you through."

Walter20507/30/2019 Jaken could still hear the clashing of swords but they were fading into the distance. Earlier Kohaku and Rin had tried to flee from Inukimi, leaving Jaken free to make his escape in the other direction. Trying to follow the path his Lord took through the forest, he came upon a hot springs. Neither his Lord nor the enemy he sounded to be fighting were present, although the miko's yellow satchel and odd items were strewn about the area, along with some signs a fight or two had taken place here.

His curiosity once again got the better of him as he examined several items from the Miko's Satchel, before coming across another odd garment, this one containing straps and two cups, the latter of which had soft padding that felt very pleasant to the touch. Jaken had no idea what this was used for but them came up with the idea that it might some kind of padded armor, meant to be worn under the clothes.

After stripping and bathing in the springs, he tried putting it on, but it seemed oddly sized for a toad of his stature. Still, he managed to get it where one cup protected his head and the other gave him some comfort when he sat down. On the negative side though his clothes couldn't quite fit over the armor but to be honest the padded armor covered enough of him that he didn't need to worry about it for the time being, after all the two battling warriors could return at any moment so Jaken hurriedly collected the other things into the Satchel before carrying it off into the forest, away from the sounds of battle.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 It smelled... Fusty. Or maybe it could be described as wet dog smell, but less without the dog and more... "Ah you're awake!" Kouga grinned, looking down at her. Kagome winced. Wolf. "K-kouga.." she sat up, squeaking when the furs draped over her naked body slipped down. She quickly hugged them to her chest. "Where are we? Where's Naraku?"

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 "Ah, there's no need to hide. I've already see-!" Clap! Her palm left a bright red mark on his cheek. "You've seen nothing!" She held fistfuls of the fur against her chest, and repeated slowly, "You. Kouga. Have. Seen. Nothing." He scratched the back of his neck, "Uh, right." He blinked, still smiling. She wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face, instead she gritted her teeth, "Thanks for saving me back there." Not catching a hint, he patted her head, "Of course I would protect my woman!" His expression quickly shifted to anger, "Where was dog breath!?" Kagome shrugged, "Back at camp, I was at a hot springs." That wasn't the point though, she needed to know, "Were you able to get Naraku?" Kouga shook his head. "Now that you are awake, I need to track the bastard down." He tilted his chin at a young wolf youkai to his side, "This boy will take care of you until we return." She looked over at the child and winced, "Wai-t!" But he was already gone.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Kagome sighed. Well, there was no way she'd be waiting around twiddling her thumbs. She awkwardly glanced at the boy. "Could you um.. Turn around for a second?" The boy complied, and by the time he was given permission to turn back, Kagome was standing in a dress she'd somehow fashioned out of the furs that had been acting as a blanket. The boy blinked. "How did-" "No time~" she smiled brightly, waving. "I'm gonna go now. Do you have a bow and arrow handy?" Or underwear she wanted to add.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Itchy and smelling something akin to what she imagined an opossum might smell like, Kagome left with a bow, some arrows, and a package of food she suspected might be rancid. Trying not to be rude, she'd taken the offered package despite the smell, but with no intention of eating it, she left it by the entrance on her way out.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Sango had taught her how to track, but it didn't exactly take a genius to work out which way Kouga had gone after leaving the rocky terrain. Broken twigs paved the way, like a hurricane had swept through. Wincing as the forest floor met her bare feet, Kagome raised her head, feeling the tell tale pull of jewel shards further ahead.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Unconcerned, Kagome made her way through the path created by the brash wolf, when something strange caught the edge of her sight. The little object gleamed in the sunlight. A plastic covered ramen cup..."How did this get here?" Looking further ahead, she noticed more items from the future dropped along the path. "Oh no!" She'd left her bag at the hot spring. "Some one has my backpack!" Stomp running, she gathered up her things, carrying them against her chest until she couldn't carry any more. She eyed her first aid kit in a bush. Her brow ticked. "I'm going to kill someone..."

Slayer07/30/2019 Jaken felt a shiver run down his back and a dark sense of impending doom.

Walter20507/30/2019 That sense of impending doom proved accurate when a distantly familiar female figure emerged from the edge of the clearing that he had been taking a breathing break in. It took several moments for Jaken to remember where he had seen the lithe figure with red hair and eyes before. While he couldn't remember this particular female's name, he recognized what she was instantly.

"You...you're...," he stammered as he took a few steps back with the satchel at his side.

"Karan, of the Panther Demon Tribe. I remember you, you're Lord Sesshomaru's Lackey. I bring an proposal to him, an offer from our leader Toran," said the figure as she came closer to him.

"N...no, stay back!" yelled Jaken as he started taking items from the largely depleted satchel and throwing them at her. Karan dodged most of them with ease but one item caught her interest for an unknown reason to her. A vial with a dotted green substance inside, with a little note attached that read; 'For Buyo, do not take to past'.

The cat's curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the vial and took a quick sniff before her eyes glazed over. She stuck her tongue and gently licked the edge of the green stuff before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed backwards, mewing and purring softly as she spasmed and thrashed about on the ground.

"Buyo must mean Panther Poison, I must keep this with me," exclaimed Jaken as he gathered the various spilled things, put them back in the satchel, then continued on his way.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 "Merow...merow...merrrroooooow." Kagome swallowed hard, staring at a fully transformed panther demon as it batted at a squeaky toy she'd intended to use as a way to taunt Inuyasha. She blinked, and shook her head. The youkai suddenly hissed at the stuffed toy and it caught fire. "Merrrrrrow!" Her tail swished back and forth, and she rolled over onto her back, kicking in the air at an invisible opponent. Kagome sighed, "I'm so done today. If one more crazy thing happens..." That's when she heard the squawking up ahead. "Jaken." She seethed. His head was illuminated by the setting sun, and what he was wearing was unmistakable. The lace. The silk. The 600 yen price tag dangling from the strap. With a clatter, everything in her arms fell to the ground, and she charged the stupid toad with an arrow in her hand. "You perverted frog! Just you wait, when I get my hands on you, you're gonna pay!"

Walter20508/01/2019 The feeling of impending doom was upon him again. Turning his head as he heard a noise behind him, Jaken's eyes opened wide as he took in the visage of the spectre of death herself, an irate and familiar human female scantily clad in furs, eyes glowing as pink a color as the tip of the arrow that she held in her hand.

"Please no I'm sorry you can have it all back!" he squawked as he shrugged off the bra and dropped the satchel. All it did however was to make it where she could strike him at will without further damaging any of her belongings. With a cry of fury that channeled all of her frustrations of the day, she stabbed the arrow into his toaddy buttocks, causing him to cry out in anguish as the little purifying power there burned his slimy tooshy.

Flexing her arms that had built up years of strength from lugging around said packed yellow satchel, Kagome lifted the impaled Jaken up onto her bow and notched him into the sky as she pulled and released, sending the toad arcing into the night sky with a terrified yell on a pink contrail as she sent him blasting off again.

Collapsing to her knees afterwards as the adrenaline started to wear off, Kagome took stock of her belongings present. She picked up her brand new push up bra by one of the...uninfected straps and examined the slime and sweat infested materials within as she mentally wrote off the expense, knowing that even if she washed it five hundred times she would never be able to wear it without thinking of the toad wearing it.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 After digging a small hole, Kagome said a few kind words about her bra before dropping it in, "I never got to use you, but you were one of the best bras I've ever bought online." She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand, "I wish I could have worn you at least once before the end." She pushed dirt over the tiny grave. For a moment she wondered if tempting the well's power would be worth it for the chance to have a bra again. Probably not. She could try to make one, but it'd be a sad comparison to what had been lost. There was a chance she'd run across one of the other two she'd brought with her, but the likelihood of finding them was slim, and who knew if Jaken had rubbed his slimy butt all over those as well. Backtracking to gather up the belongings she'd dropped at the sight of the filthy little creature, she noticed the panther demon had left the area. The faint sounds of battle laid ahead. With her backpack zipped closed, she pulled it up on her shoulder. Fists clenched, glaring at the path ahead, Kagome vowed to do more damage to Naraku than biting his tentacle the next time they met.

imjaneees08/01/2019 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she's a scorned woman who just got a few good bucks wasted. Underwears were ridiculously expensive and that was one fine pair she just got herself. Not mention if was probably desecrated by an overgrown toad with major personality problems.

A shiver went down her spine and Kagome didn't know if it was out of revulsion or her sometimes reliable sixth sense telling her that things weren't about her way again.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 Darkness crept in, but she could still hear the clanging of swords and growls of youkai. Out of no where, Kagome fell back with an, "Oof!" Her back slammed into rocks while her chest felt like a brick sat on it. Coughing, she opened her eyes to the strangest visual. A woman, no a man, straddled her breasts. Glittery bearded, blood red eyes sparkling, hair tied up like Kaguras'. "Hey girl!" Kagome blinked, "Um, hi." She winced, "Do you think you could get off my chest?" He shook his head, "Daddy says I can't, but let's be friends anyway! Okay?" The crazy look in his eyes gave her chills. She nodded slowly while praying to Kami she'd make it through this.

Slayer08/01/2019 In a flash of red and white the bearded lady was tossed off of Kagome.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 Blinking through the dust, Kagome expected to see Inuyasha standing there with his sword at Sparkle Beard's throat, but, much to her surprise, it was Sesshomaru promising his death.

imjaneees08/02/2019 Still reeling from the very creepy image of Kagura with a beard, Kagome silently prayed that if was the real Sesshomaru this time. She's had enough tentacle experience for one day.

Walter20508/02/2019 Both of them had been momentarily distracted by the pink arrow arcing up into the night sky in the distance with a screaming form atop it, but Sesshomaru with his superior battle prowess was the first to recover and managed to land a fatal blow against Murakumo. The incarnation let out a hideous death scream before it changed into mocking laughter before his form disappeared and a golem token appeared, split in half.

Sesshomaru sighed audibly, recalling that after his eleventh power up while hidden in seclusion that Naraku had gained the ability to provide golems for this incarnations in addition to himself. In addition, after his 13th hidden power up, he had gained the ability to equip his bees with biological boomboxes that mocked them whenever they defeated a golem.

Right on time came by a saimyosho going "kukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku..." as it flew by before being swatted by Sesshomaru's green poison whip. Turning, he headed in the direction that the arrow had come from earlier, before coming across the sight of a beared version of Kagura sitting on the miko's chest. He stopped and stared at the two of them before knocking the bearded thing off.

"Right, enough is enough for one day," muttered Sesshomaru as he unleashed an attack on the untypical figure. The incarnation deflected the attack, but by the time the smoke had cleared, Sesshomaru had gathered Kagome into his arms and formed the ball of light around them both before taking off into the night sky. The bearded Kagura tried to pursue but was rapidly being left in the dust.

revang08/02/2019 “Boo, that’s no fun,” Murakumo pouted, coming to a stop when the pair were out of his range of detection. “And just look what they’ve done to my lovely sakura pink hakama! This is going to take scrubbing.” After a minute of dejectedly stroking his ever-sparkly beard, he sighed. “I suppose I have to go report back to daddy now. He’s, like, so not going to be happy.”

Walter20508/02/2019 Inukimi sighed as she wrapped a hand around the enchanted necklace resting on her shoulders, watching the impudent half demon before her actually try to challenge her authority over all of them. He had drawn his sword and even dared to raise it against her, in her own sky palace none the less!

"Now you'll die for kidnapping us! Take this, Blades of Boulders!" yelled Inuyasha as he used the Rock Tetsuiga to unleash boulders formed into the shapes of claw strikes at his half brother's mother.

Unsuprisingly, a barrier formed into existence to block his attack, leaving him dumbfounded that one of his most powerful recently learned attacks was totally ineffective against his nemesis. As was usually the case, he fell back on a old friend of his next as he leapt into the air for his next attack.

"It's over. Wind Scar!"

At this point Sango, Miroku, and Shippou placed their heads into their hands. They knew he had run out of options at that point, but why does he think that that'll work? All three of them sighed out loud while the old energy attack struck and sizzled out against the barrier.

"Are you done playing tantrum, Inu Child?" asked Inukimi as her eyes started glowing with warning of potential punishments to come.

revang08/02/2019 Inuyasha growled low in his throat, still brandishing his Tessaiga. He didn’t know what this crazy bitch was capable of, and he didn’t like it one bit. There was no way in hell he was going to just let her keep them here captive. He still had to go find Kagome!

Miroku sighed and shook his head at his brash hanyou friend. He appreciated the protectiveness, and knew it was his way of caring for them, but sometimes.... Well, this had gone on long enough.

He calmly walked up and placed his hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Come now, Inuyasha, is this any way to treat our hostess? She has promised Kagome will be joining us here. We should listen to what the lovely lady has to say.”

This last comment earned him a glower from Sango, and he smiled back at her guiltily, scratching the back of his head.

Walter20508/02/2019 "Naraku, today is the day that I will end your reign of terror. This time you've gone too far, going after my intended like that!" yelled Kouga as he leaped to attack the demon that had been looking for his trail.

"Ah, the young demon leader of the Wolf Tribe returns. Did you come to peacefully hand over your five shards of the jewel?" asked Naraku mockingly as he prepared for battle.

"Shut up and die!" Kouga yelled as he leapt into the air and attacked with a leg kick. He surpisingly made impact with Naraku's body, wondering why he didn't impact the barrier first. The answer became clear when his leg started being absorbed into Naraku's body.

"No! I don't want this, you can't take me like this, I won't let it happen!" yelled Kouga while trying to free himself from Naraku's digusting mass.

"Heh, what would you know about not wanting something? If you had any clue you would know that Kagome doesn't want you in the least, yet you still pine for her affections at every turn as if she's going to suddenly warm up to you. But don't worry, I'll give you the companionship that she never will as you become one with me," Naraku cruelly taunted as the wolf continued to be further absorbed into his body.

revang08/02/2019 Suddenly in the sky came a bright pink projectile, squawking shrilly as it raced directly towards the fighting pair. At the last second, Naraku threw himself back, just barely avoiding the dangerous missile of purity, but losing his hold on the wolf. The arrow yelped repeatedly as it tumbled over and over itself, finally resting in a thatch of bushes several yards away.

Walter20508/02/2019 Kouga was not one to waste a good opportunity to run away. In a quick swirl of dust he was gone, taking the screaming pink object with him as it was caught up in his cyclone. Knowing that Naraku would be chasing after him though, he changed direction and instead of heading back to the Wolf Demon Hideout he instead started chasing Puppyboy's scent, although he seemed to almost be flying as the scent on the air seemed.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 "See!" Kouga thought to himself while running, "Kagome just saved my life, there's no way she could have known of my being in danger if she didn't feel it in her heart."

#sesskag #inuyasha fanfiction #sesshomaru #kagome #inuyasha #OnePostChallegeSitBoy

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Ninety-Three: Far Back in Time ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Madara ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

The room sits in an awkward silence. Behind a desk to the right hand side sits Madara, hands calmly folded atop the surface and clearly ignoring the awkwardness. Nearby, Shisui stands beside the so-called ‘guest of honor’: that being one Hyūga Hinata. Opposite her, side by side, are the brothers Sasuke and Itachi.

The tale behind this seemingly fated meeting is long...which makes Sasuke wonder how it really has only been a handful of weeks. Barely a few months since he saved what he thought was a helpless human from a rogue of his kind...only to learn she carried blood of the old miko of Japan.

And the path from their meeting as strangers to...whatever one would call them now has had its share of twists and turns. But now, the Uchiha coven’s patriarch, Madara, has his hands on the magic-wielding woman.

Sasuke is torn between fury and terror.

Fury because their leader is already long compromised, in his (and few others’) opinion. For far too long his flaunted his power and position, enslaved other Nightwalkers under the premise of debt, and now he seeks to do the same to Hinata.

Terror because this man is one of the most powerful in Japan, if not their world. Acting against him is almost certainly suicide. But nor can Sasuke just sit here and do nothing in her defense. After all...it was his own actions that brought her into this little drama. And despite his best attempts to keep her from it, and ensure her safety...here she sits in what is nearly literally the lion’s den.

“So…” Madara offers after a lengthy silence. “I’m sure everyone here is a bit perplexed at this meeting’s purpose.”

Sasuke’s jaw grits. He knows damn well what Madara is after…

“I’m here to ensure several things. First and foremost...the safety of my people.” A hand gestures to Hinata, who gives him a careful glance. “As Sasuke has likely told you...your kind, once upon a time, were quite the threat to ours in various parts of the world. Japan’s own history of Nightwalker and witch interactions are not as...bloody as many others. But I still cannot turn a blind eye to the potential threat you - and others like you - may pose to my people.”

“...please sir,” Hinata offers quietly. “I...I have no intention to harm anyone. I’m just...trying to live a normal life as best I - as best I can. I’m just a college student who can see things others can’t.”

“Easy enough to claim,” Madara counters. “I cannot know your true intentions. Words are shallow things in our world. Promises are easily broken, vows tossed aside. Few things are guaranteed between Nightwalkers. Except the concept of debt.”

“D...debt?”

Considering her a moment, Madara then sighs. “...perhaps a moment to recount the history between the members of this room. Allow me to take you far back in time, to when even I was a young lad. Back in our land’s more...primitive days, miko - those you have descended from - were considered shamans. Priestesses. They were said to be possessed by spirits of the dead, or even gods. Many were even said to marry said gods. Shintō, the old ways of Japan, is riddled with mythology many are unaware is based more in truth than they can ever realize.

“While I cannot say for certain gods do not exist...what is likely the basis for such mythos was the existence and proximity of those like us.” Madara gestures to his underlings. “Nightwalkers, as we’re called in most lands. Those inhuman, ‘cursed’ to walk the night as humans claim the day. Many of us can change our shapes: animals, monsters, a blend of human and beast. Humans have, in many places, regarded us as demons, as gods, as spirits...monsters…” Shoulders shrug. “Our supposed roles and titles span as many names as we do lands...but we exist everywhere, and many of us have inspired myths, stories, legends. And while miko and witches in most lands - true practitioners of magic: manipulation of elements, energy - have even to us been turned to myth...we are learning this is not quite the case.”

Hands weaving fingers, Madara leans forward upon his elbows, considering her. “...had you lived a millennium and a half ago, you would be considered a powerful voice between gods and humans. You would undergo training, serve a god, and perhaps even wed one. Of course...after the mandates put into place to protect Daywalkers and Nightwalkers from one another...such unions are no longer allowed. But once upon a time...you would not be our enemy. You were, in fact, the closest thing we had to bridges between us and humans. Ironic...given that humans thought you the same between mortals and gods.”

A moment is taken in silence to let his history lesson sink in. “...so, now the question remains...what are you now, Hyūga-san?”

Still looking confused, she replies, “I...I’m just a person. I’ve been trying to h-hide from...from Nightwalkers all my life. I never wanted to be...whatever I am. I tried to ignore it as my father told me to, but...it never faded. If it weren’t for Sasuke-san intervening...I’m sure that vampire would have killed me. I only barely escaped his attempt to make me forget the encounter. A bit...useless, since I knew about your kinds long before then.”

Hinata’s expression then turns a bit desperate. “...please, he - he never did anything wrong! I know humans aren’t allowed to know about you, but...it wasn’t him who exposed your world to me. I’ve always seen it, as my mother did. He’s been teaching me about how to be safe! How to...to navigate my odd path between the two worlds. Please, I…” She wilts. “...I don’t want to hurt anyone. I would never do so on purpose! I don’t even know how to control, or...or train what I can do. Even if I wanted to...I doubt I could. Please...please just let me go…”

“You know I can’t do that,” Madara murmurs.

“She’s been around me for months now,” Sasuke cuts in, tone biting. “We’ve been alone more than once. If she’d wanted to hurt me, or try to manipulate me...she’s had her chance. Instead, she saved my life. There’s no longer a debt between us. She repaid it. You have nothing to hold her on except unfounded bias!”

“You said yourself, miko were once bridges between us and the humans,” Itachi murmurs in his brother’s defense. “Never in any of my research have I encountered evidence of miko misusing their power. Only in defense did they ever turn it against our kinds. Rogue ‘kami’ or ‘yōkai’ would be battled...but so long as we do nothing to beget harm, she has no reason to act.”

“And she had none until you kidnapped her,” Sasuke spits.

Madara, looking unimpressed, simply retorts, “Your lack of civility is getting old, Sasuke. Must I remind you to whom you are speaking…?”

“This human is my responsibility,” the youngest growls, eyes threatening to redden as his temper sparks. “I have been approaching her. Never has she attacked me, threatened me, coerced me. She’s been nothing but kind and patient. Hinata is no more a threat to us than a moth to a lamp. And I’ll be damned before I let you ruin her life she’s tried so hard to keep normal just because you’ve suddenly decided miko are of interest. If you knew they existed before...why only act now? Why act surprised there’s still some of their bloodline left? Admit it: you’re not scared of her...you just want to use her. Turn her into another plaything like the hybrid, or a tool for your schemes like the rest of us! I won’t allow it!”

Both his brother and cousin tense in preparation for a confrontation at the bold words...but it never comes.

Instead, Madara stares at his underling, blinking owlishly. “...you won’t allow it?”

“...no. I won’t. I don’t care what you do to me. I won’t let you sink your claws into an innocent. Not again.”

Madara’s eyes flicker over Sasuke’s face. “...so, you’ve fallen for manipulation of another kind.”

A hint of confusion tinges Sasuke’s furious stare.

“...in many cultures, so-called witches are said to have familiars. Creatures, beasts, beings that are loyal and obedient. In truth? They are enslaved Nightwalkers. Most are forced into the position with their magic...but a very rare few go willingly. Often because they mistake another feeling for that of loyalty or a need to protect. Hinata-san has not used her spells or wiles on you. You’ve done this to yourself.”

“...the hell are you talking about?”

“This defensiveness you feel is born out of love.”

The proclamation staggers him back half a step. “...excuse me?”

Across the room, Hinata stares, eyes wide.

“Oh come now, Sasuke...surely you’re not that dense,” Madara drawls. “Or perhaps it’s more your stubbornness than anything else. You saved this human because it was your job. She saved you because she cared. And you’re seeking to save her again because this little journey between the two of you has given rise to feelings beyond the platonic. You’re no longer acting out of responsibility, my boy...you are enamored.” He gives a smirk. “...just as dangerous as if she’d spellcast you. But now...what to make of this…”

Breath heaving slightly, Sasuke glances to Hinata, locking eyes. He...he loves…? But…? Rationally, he realizes it makes sense. After all, the mere notion of her being hurt had hurled him into a frenzied state. Something he’d fought tooth and nail against when nearly dying as not to hurt her. But hearing it aloud, having it spoken, and made real…

“...I believe I must think on this matter,” Madara muses. “Perhaps...such ties may solve our little dilemma. If there is a mutual interest in your safety, it may be enough to ensure nothing goes wrong. At least...so long as the attachment remains. But how to navigate the mandates…” Leaning back and looking thoughtful, he offers, “...she will remain here for tonight. Itachi, you will come with me. We have much to discuss. Sasuke...I expect you won’t go far. For now, consider our little meeting adjourned until I can puzzle the matter further.”

Barely daring to breathe, Sasuke watches as the senator rises, and then takes his leave. Itachi makes to tail him, giving his brother a warning look.

With that, all that remain are himself, Shisui, and Hinata.

“...holy shit,” Shisui offers, breaking his silence since their arrival.

Wasting no time, Hinata stands, crossing the room and looking to Sasuke worriedly. “...are you all right?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine. A little tired after...whatever they knocked me out with, but I’m not hurt. They just...brought me in here. Even fed me.”

“Well...you’ll have a room here overnight,” Shisui then offers, stepping up. “Best to roll with things for now, Hinata-san. And I’m sure Sasuke’s going to make sure no one’ll bother you.”

Still reeling, Sasuke just vaguely nods. If anyone even hints at trouble...he just might kill them, in all honesty. He’s still far too worked up about her safety.

“...okay. I think that’s best for now,” Hinata agrees softly.

She’s taken to a remote room of the manor, and Sasuke just...stands outside. He knows he won’t be sleeping any time soon, too keyed up and paranoid.

And with far too much on his mind.

But...at least it’s looking unlikely Madara has plans to harm her...and certainly not kill her. For now, he has to trust Itachi can convince him to keep his reach to a minimum. If anything happens to her...he’ll never forgive himself.

Drawing up a chair from another room, he simply plants himself atop it before her door, elbows atop his knees, and lips pressed to woven fingers. His aura alone, surely, is enough to keep anyone out of this wing until Madara returns.

And until he does...Sasuke’s got some reflecting to do.

.oOo.

Ahhh more Nightwalkers crossover! And thankfully not TOO long after the last part xD (day 188, for anyone wondering - someday I'll get the mini series within this series organized, I just...haven't had the time OTL) ANWAY! Here we make a little progress! Madara explains some his reasoning, Sasuke calls him out on his bullhonkey, and Madara in turn calls Sasuke out for what's REALLY going on between him and his witchy woman x3 ngl I wasn't sure how this was going to go, but...they just kinda took the reins and made this, haha~ ...I feel like I wanna say more, but my brain is fried after no sleep and a day-long headache (I just barely got this done and now it's SUPER late OTL), so...I'll leave it there for now. If you have any questions cuz I'm making no sense, you can comment and I'll explain after I (hopefully) get some sleep, lmao But yeah, for now, that's all! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #uchiha shisui #uchiha madara #of monsters and men [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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ao3feedstuckony · 5 years ago

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From Different Dimensions, Broken Hearts are Healed

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W75knM

by Skyla_Prime

When a space bridge accident combines the Bayverse and Primeverse with the Marvelverse, every one is trying to get used to their new frames and new friends are made in the Avengers. But what does the future hold for two sisters, who know both worlds?

Words: 50, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Transformers: Prime

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Sentinel Prime (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Team Prime (Transformers: Prime), Nick Fury, Original Female Character(s), Miko Nakadai, June Darby, Jack Darby, Rafael "Raf" Esquivel, Sideswipe (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Decepticons (Transformers), T'Challa (Marvel)

Relationships: Optimus Prime/ Fem Oc, Ratchet/Wheeljack/Ultra Magnus, Sideswipe/Smokescreen/Sunstreaker, Breakdown/Bumblebee/Knockdown, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes, Barricade/Miles, Megatron&Optimus-Brothers, Jazz/Fem Oc

Additional Tags: Robot/Human Relationships, Gay Robots, Robot Sex, Sassy Tony Stark, Tired Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner Needs a Hug, Protective Clint Barton, Possessive Behavior, Everyone Is Alive

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W75knM

#ao3feed #Steve/Tony/Bucky #Stuckony

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eternityunicorn · 6 years ago

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Elijah’s Eternity: New Orleans - Part Twenty One

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Drama/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violance, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Sequel to the AU Elijah’s Eternity - Ten years have passed, a mournful Elijah has finally started to move on without his lady. In that time, he has gained a reunited family and has also found a new lady love. Yet, all is not well as danger comes for the smallest member of the Mikaelson family: Hope, and it prompts Niklaus to call upon the white goddess, drawing her back into Elijah’s life. As they reunite, can Elijah really say he’s truly moved on?

NOTE: OC and original elements are from my up and coming novel series!

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The Kirin Shrine was a well hidden place, deep within the forests of Mount Kurama. There was a great, long staircase that lead up the modest place of worship that doubled as Kaname’s home, and at the top of the stairs was the large red torii gate that one had to pass through to get to the shrine. Beyond that was the water basin where worshipers would purify themselves before going on to the main building of the shrine to pray to the gods.

Though this was the traditional use of a Shinto shrine, Kaname’s home wasn’t quite a place of worship. No, that was only a cover. Instead, Eternity’s cousin secretly helped the desperate, whom dared to make the long and dangerous journey to the shrine, in order to ask her, sometimes plead with her, to heal their illnesses or even resurrect their dead. The latter was something that the miko reserved for any children brought to her by grieving parents, who took a great risk to even bring the corpses to the Kirin Shrine.

Kaname told Elijah all this as they climbed the stone steps to the shrine, but he was rather distracted by the loss of his lady to the unknown. She was missing, out there somewhere, beyond his reach and it killed him to be so helpless to aid her, to even find her. He found it was difficult to breathe, not knowing where Eternity was or if she was in need of him.

Yet, her cousin remained completely unfazed by her unknown plight. She was ever confident that the immortal queen would be back soon, unharmed and victorious against whatever or whomever had taken her.

“Do not worry, Mr. Mikaelson,” Kaname reiterated once they had reached the top of the stairs and were heading to the main house. “You will see your lady soon.”

“How do you know?” He asked her softly.

Kaname turned back to grin at him, “Because I have bore witness to Her Majesty’s might a time or two. I have seen with my own eyes, just what she is capable of - the wonders she can achieve. I have faith in her abilities, as should you, sir, especially if you truly love her.”

“I do love her,” he said defensively.

“Then have faith,” she responded quickly. “Besides, this turn of events gives us a chance to speak. I wish to ensure you are nothing like the last husband. I won’t let my cousin make the same mistake twice.” A dark scowl crossed her face briefly, before it faded away as swiftly as it came as she looked back at him.

Elijah shoved his hands into his pants pockets at Kaname’s pointed look of which she then gave him. He didn’t like the idea of being thought of as being similar or the same as Loki. He was nothing like that maddened fool, whom no doubt was responsible for Eternity’s disappearing act just now. That was what worried him the most - that she was at the Trickster’s mercy.

“To begin, let me say that even before Eternity told me, I knew who you were, Mr. Mikaelson,” Kaname told him in all seriousness. “I have heard the tales of the Originals; the bloodbaths, the killings, the mayhem, the destruction. Though much of that is contributed to your siblings, you are certainly not innocent; killing, maiming, torturing whomever dares to threaten your family or who is a means to an end for whatever reason you deem necessary.

“You are as cruel and monstrous as your more notorious siblings, particularly Niklaus Mikaelson. Yet, you pretend to be of civility with your suits and your candor. Surely, my cousin has seen all this, but she still fell in love with you. Why is that?”

Elijah’s eyes narrowed on the miko, unsure as to where she was going with her words.

“Ah, I know,” she carried on with a smile. “There is a measure of light in you, buried beneath the darkness of your monstrous ways. Like your siblings, there is a chance for redemption, for change - to be better than you are. Instead of remaining creatures of darkness, you lot can rise into the light and use the burden of being made into vampires for good.

“Yes, you are capable of great evil, but like every creature, there is also a capability for good. That is what drawn her to you, Mr. Mikaelson. My cousin saw the possibility for a better life for you, under her guidance, through her love. She understood that the monster was just one part of you and that there was more to you than the cold-blooded killer, who will protect his family, no matter the cost or who has to die.”

“You have heard a lot and haven’t doubt just scrolled through my mind for the rest of your information. So what is your point, if you don’t mind me asking?” Elijah finally interjected.

Kaname shrugged and then grinned, “My point is that despite your faults, your past, your darker nature, you are certainly better than that madman Loki.” She gestured for him to follow her, “Come along, sir, and you can regale me with the epic love story between yourself and my cousin. It’ll pass the time until your lady returns.”

Not seeing he had any other choice, Elijah followed the priestess into her house, after he had taken off his shoes at the door as was custom, of course. He sat in the common room with her while she prepared some tea magically. They sat on the floor with a low set table between them. It was very much in the tradition of Japanese hospitality, as was to be expected from someone whom lived there, presumably for their entire lives.

Elijah told her everything that had happened since Eternity’s arrival into his life a decade ago. He told her about the reason for their meeting, along with their first chat at that little diner in that sleepy town in Maine. He spoke of how awestruck he had been by her very presence, of the ethereal glow and the way all stopped to stare at her shining grace. He told Kaname of how quickly he fell for her, and how she returned his affections in kind. He spoke of Niklaus and his little brother’s alliance with Loki, how Eternity had persuaded him to help his brother in his attempts to squash a witch rebellion.

The Original told of the road trip across the American country, of the boy they saved, of the Blood Rose Club, of the kind Mitchells, and everything in between. He also told her of the end, of Eternity leaving him at that Californian hotel in fear for his safety against Loki, who had chased after them all the way, on their journey - along with Niklaus.

From there, Elijah emotionally spoke of the decade of misery without Eternity. He told Kaname how he felt lifeless, how it had been difficult to even breathe, how he grew darker, more vicious, colder. He told of his attempts to move on, but it had been impossible. Speaking of these things made his current worry for Eternity all the worse.

“I can’t lose her again,” he said to Kaname when the story had concluded, whom had been patiently listening to his tale all the while. “Eternity is my other half, almost literally. I need her like I’ve never needed another.”

Before the miko could respond, another figure showed up.

“Well, isn’t that touching,” called Aya from the doorway, setting both Elijah and Kaname on guard. “It seems I miscalculated and intervened too late to put you down for good back there, Elijah. It must be wonderful to have such friends in high places.” She gazed indifferently at Kaname briefly, before returning her eyes unto him.

Elijah was on his feet immediately, feeling rather vengeful at the sight of his old flame - the very one that was responsible for his lady’s disappearance, and that of Fenrir. “Where are Eternity and Fenrir?” He growled. “If you do not tell me -.”

Aya laughed cruelly, “You’ll what? Kill me? A little late, I think. Though, it wasn’t your by hand that I met my most welcomed end, but Hayley’s. All because you didn’t have the gall to do it yourself, if I recall.”

He glared at the apparition, just as Kaname came to stand beside him.

“You do not belong here, evil spirit,” the miko said calmly, with authority. “Be gone!”

Aya didn’t disappear upon her words. In fact, the ghostly figure only smiled at her, “The thing is, you are not the only one with friends in high places. I too have allies with greater power than anyone on Earth.”

“...Loki,” ground out Elijah, knowing exactly who she was working for.

The spirit didn’t seem very surprised that he already knew to whom she referred. In fact, she looked knowingly smug. “Yes, and if you do not renounce this marriage, I fear my associate will have no choice, but to inform the madman Bruno where he can find his prize - the young Hope Mikaelson. Surely the powerful tribrid will be here in a few days time, yes? For the happy occasion of matrimony? If you don’t give your precious Eternity up, your latest foe will descend upon your niece and take her power, as he has done to many others of this world, once she is outside the protection of the Underground Agency.”

Elijah’s hands tightened at his sides, as did his jaw, as he tried to control the rage that he felt at not only the threat to his young niece, but to his relationship with Eternity. He wanted to lash out in a blind fury, but he was a master of control and he managed to keep himself in check.instead he relaxed and gave Aya an unamused smile. He kept his hands in his pants pockets to hide the signs of his anger.

“You are wasting your breath, if you think that threats are going to be enough to tear Eternity and I apart, dearest Aya,” he responded coolly. “You’ll have to kill me, before I’d ever give her up.”

There was an unreadable expression that crossed the dark woman’s face at his firm declaration, before it vanished quickly. “I figured you would say that,” she said bitterly. “You always were a fool when in love.”

Just then, the apparition moved to attack.

Fortunately, Elijah didn’t have to worry about countering her, as a spiritual arrow flew through Aya’s chest from behind. The ghostly woman looked down at the arrow, just as it burst into bright blue flames, and disintegrated the apparition quickly until she was no more.

It was then that the Original could see Eternity standing across the yard with her yumi bow still in firing position. She looked battered and bruised, her clothes torn and he could see the glistening wetness of crimson blood upon her side. She lowered her weapon with heaving breathes, before she collapsed, only to be caught by Fenrir who came into view beside her.

The younger immortal looked nearly as bad as his mother, battered and bruised as well; though he seemed otherwise unharmed. The boy lifted Eternity into his arms as she fell unconscious and carried her across the yard to the shrine.

“What the hell happened?” Elijah demanded worriedly for them both, as Fenrir moved past him into the common room of the shrine.

“What do you think? My father happened,” Fenrir responded crossly as he lay Eternity down on the tatami mats. “My poor mother,” he murmured to the unconscious queen.

“Explain,” the vampire quietly requested of the lad.

Eternity’s son sighed, as his sapphire eyes looked up at Elijah from where he was crouched beside her. “My father had us sent into the afterworld, where he met us and then proceeded to torment us both. All the while, he spoke maddeningly about the wrongs done unto him and how he was going to make my mother suffer for these perceived slights,” Fenrir sounded almost bored when he said this, as if it were nothing new. Perhaps it wasn’t.

“He tortured me for fun first, just because I’m an easy target, and then my father proceeded to abuse her, right in front of me,” The male mirror of Eternity carried on with quiet disgust and anger as he spoke of what his father did. “At one point, he even tried to rape my mother, when she wouldn’t be broken by the insistence that she belonged to him still, or the accusations of betrayal, or the assault of which she actively stood against! He tried to hold her down, tried to prove his dominion over her.”

Fenrir paused to take a breath, before continuing, “He’s vile, but fortunately, even in the spirit world, my mother triumphs. He didn’t get far, before she broke through his spell and escaped with me in tow.” He gave a proud smirk at the end, before the anger set back in at his father’s actions.

Elijah shared in the younger immortal’s anger. While he had dealt with threats against his family from Aya, Eternity had dealt with unspeakable terrors at the hand of a man that she had once loved, that she had used to call ‘husband’. How could any person, man or woman, treat someone they supposedly care for like that? How far had Loki fallen into his own darkness, to not see the great evil he was doing unto the woman he said he loved?

But that was just it, wasn’t it? The Trickster didn’t love her. He couldn’t. Not anymore, at least. It wasn’t regaining love that Loki was after, but regaining control over her. And in his jealous quest to regain that of which he lost, the bastard was also attempting to intimidate him with apparitions of his past lovers whom he wronged, trying to get him away from Eternity by threatening his family and his own life.

Like hell he would give her up! Never again, would he!

For hours, Elijah stayed by Eternity’s side, waiting for her to wake. Her wounds had healed, though they had seemed to take longer to do so. In this, Kaname had explained that this was due to being a corporal being in the world of the spirits. The body healed from a spirit’s attack slower because of the different kind of energy in the afterworld.

Then, just as the sun was setting for the night, the immortal queen finally stirred into consciousness. She sighed and blinked, raising a hand to her forehead as she took in her surroundings. She turned her head after a moment of getting her bearings and saw Elijah sitting there with her, a relieved smile upon his face.

“Elijah?” Eternity said hoarsely, as if she didn’t believe he was really there, despite having been the one to save him from Aya.

He beamed down at her, taking a hand and brushing back her hair from her face, before cupping her cheek tenderly. “Yes, it’s me,” he replied softly.

Immediately, Eternity sat up and threw herself at him, practically climbing into his lap with her arms wound tightly around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. “Oh, Elijah. It was terrible,” she muttered against his throat, as he wrapped his arms around her protectively; one hand around her waist and the other cupping the back of her head as he held her to him.

“Shhh, you don’t have to tell me,” he whispered into her hair. “Fenrir already told me what happened. I’m just sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you from Loki.”

She lifted her head and smiled gently at him. “Don’t be sorry. There is nothing to apologize for,” she murmured to him, as she rested her forehead against his cheek. “It is my own past foolishness at fault here. Nothing more.”

Elijah continued to hold Eternity, sharing in a tormented silence with her. No doubt she relived the trauma, while he craved the strength to truly protect his lady from all threats. It was becoming even more imperative that they marry or rather that they preform the higher order ceremony, so that he could have the strength to guard his bride from the evil that plagued her.

“Elijah,” Eternity whispered to him, catching his attention.

He looked down into her sapphire eyes that shone with such love for him, despite her recent terrors. Nothing could break their bond, not Loki, not his past lovers, not time nor distance - nothing, he knew. They were always and forever.

With those confirming thoughts running in his head, the Original’s mouth descended upon Eternity’s with all he felt poured into his kiss. She clung to him as he devoured her mouth, with his tongue diving into the warm cavern to taste her sweetness desperately. He had been so worried for her and now he felt an immense relief that she was alright, that she was battered a bit, but safe. Things heated quickly between them as a result of high strung emotions they were both feeling at the moment.

“Hey, easy you two,” called Kaname from the doorway, with mild amusement.

Instantaneously was the seductive spell upon the couple broken, as Eternity tore her mouth from his to look at her cousin bashfully. “Kaname, hello,” she said in greeting.

“Hello, my queen,” the miko bowed in response, before she straightened and moved further into the room. “I am glad to see you are well again. It seems you have had quite the trying time, but at least, you are now safe and sound.”

The ethereal beauty tried to move off of Elijah’s lap, but he held on firmly, not letting her escape his embrace. “Elijah...,” she chastised quietly with an adorable grin, it which he simply smirked and refused to let her leave his hold.

“You two really are in love,” Eternity’s cousin observed with a tender smile. “It is quite beautiful to see. However...,” she trailed off, a firmer expression etching itself upon her face.

That caught the vampire’s attention, “However?”

Kaname came over to sit across from them with her legs folded neatly beneath her and her hands folded just as neatly in her lap. “However,” she began, “for the next three days until the wedding ceremony, you’re interactions will have to remain chaste. That means no intimacy of any kind.”

“Wha - I don’t understand,” Elijah stared dumbfounded.

Eternity stepped in to explain, “My love, it is a...family tradition. The act of sex between a newly married husband and wife is considered sacred, not just to my family, but to many of the immortal peoples. Therefore, it is a custom that there be a period of celibacy between the couple getting married to represent the purity of and respect to the union. This trial usually lasts longer than a few days, but the idea is to make the wedding night more special, more meaningful, I suppose. It’s silly really.”

“It is not silly, Cousin,” Kaname replied insistently, before he could respond. “You are the Universal Queen. It is necessary to follow at least some of the ancient traditions as it does not reflect well for the head of the kingdom to ignore the things that many of her people hold in high regard, especially her own family. You will follow this one premarital tradition or else I will not bless this union, and from what I understand of your situation, you do not have the time for hinderances.”

“Are you threatening me, Cousin?” The queen responded, with a twinge of amusement.

Without missing a beat, the miko nodded, “Yes, I am.”

Eternity blinked at her and then looked at Elijah, who looked back at her with consent to this ritual. With that, she rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Very well. As you command, my lady,” she said to Kaname, a hint of mocking in her sweet voice.

“Good,” Eternity’s cousin gave another curt nod. “Now, you’re probably hungry. Fenrir has been preparing a meal for you. If you will, come sit.”

Elijah finally let go of the ethereal beauty and allowed her to leave his side to sit at the low set table. He watched as her dirty, torn clothes shifted and changed into a beautiful white kimono with a deep purple obi and deep purple flowers printed on the sleeves and hem of the brilliant white fabric. Her hair also shifted and changed from flowing freely into a braided bun at the back of her head, as she sat at the table.

She was stunning in these traditional wears, and the very sight stirred up his desire for her, as did her very presence. He wanted her at all times, regardless of what she wore or how she looked. Because of his insatiability, Elijah simply didn’t know how he was going to managed abstaining from taking her as he pleased for the next three days, when that was all he wanted to do. Especially after their most recent trying time.

Someone needed to pray for him....

To Be Continued....

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Tag List: @elejah-wonderland @rissyrapp20 @mikaelson-trash @xanderling @dendrite-lover @hawaiianohana15 @phoenix-potter-bailey @inmylifeilovedthemall

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jafndaegur · 7 years ago

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Sesskag Week 2018: Day Five

An Oath

Sesskag Week 2018 | Day Five: Blade, Protect, Trust

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Hey brother.

Katsurou stood stock still as Naraku’s disgusting mass congealed around his younger brother, trying to absorb the other hanyou’s energy. He didn’t know what he could do other than rush directly at it. All he could think of was safely freeing Hayate.

A hand on his shoulder steadied him.

“We have to wait,” Kagome stated, her eyes dark and her expression grim. Her bow was clenched tightly in her right hand, her knuckles bone-white. She cast a glance to Sesshomaru.

The daiyoukai returned her gaze, his face did not betray any of his thoughts. But his eyes did. Perhaps it was the scent that both Katsurou or Hayate gave off, the scents of offspring and danger combined. Perhaps it was because the miko was relying on him to protect them all. He didn’t know. But the edges of his vision bled red, and all he wanted to do was tear apart Naraku bit by bit until he was a bleeding unrecognizable heap of flesh. Once the spider hanyou was out of the picture, he could assure himself and even Kagome that the two boys—their boys—were safe. Was it honor? Was it instinct? What exactly drove him to this thought process, he could not say. Nor did he care to. Right now, his blood and his mind were in enough of a mess and did not need the surplus stress of his addled thoughts.

Do you still believe in love I wonder?

His eyes steeled and he gave Kagome a curt nod. She returned the gesture, understanding and worry causing her forehead to wrinkle a bit. It took all of his resolve and willpower to not lose composure and release his wrath right then and there. They had to approach this on tender hooks. Strategy was the upmost key to—

Inuyasha roared, sending himself hurtling toward the evil hanyou with Tessaiga drawn and a slew of curses spat out.

Oh if the sky comes falling down…

“Sesshomaru!” Kagome shouted as she watched Miroku and Sango take off on Kirara after their friend, weapons drawn, battle ready. “I can clear a path for you if you can get to Hayate!”

He nodded his head and drew his newly earned Bakusaiga, a blade of his own and not his father’s, with his newly returned arm.

“I’m going with you!” Katsurou yelled, his voice barely carrying over the din caused by the starting battle, his long, dog-like ears pulled back defensively. “I can cause a distraction or get him out of there while you fight. Anything you can trust me with. Please, father!”

For you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.

“You will help this one fish your brother out! Once he’s safely retrieved, leave. You will only get in the way!” Sesshomaru shouted back, giving a look over his shoulder to the miko.

She gave a reassuring bob of her head and released a holy arrow. It sped through the air, creating a crisp and clean pathway for both the daiyoukai and the hanyou to follow. Sesshomaru leapt into the air and flew after the arrow. Katsurou soared after him, not nearly as fast as the full demon, but much stronger than what Kagome had presumed him to be. Together, the two tore through the belly of Naraku. Both of their eyes were completely red, the irises no longer the identifiable gold of their blood line, but a frozen blue to match the marks on their heads. A small bubble of hope and relief sparked in her heart. Their kind was strong, their blood even stronger. They would be okay.

Scrambling to find a higher vantage point, she began an onslaught to help both parties of their group in defeating Naraku. Jaken, Shippo, and Rin had stayed behind in the village to protect the people their. Inuyasha, Miroku, and Sango were fighting head on, taking the full brunt of the onslaught from various lesser youkai and puppets, as well as the head evil itself. Sesshomaru and Katsurou were busy to the right, ripping and shredding the disgusting mass to try and reach the slowly fading-away boy within the demon. Her arrow rang true as it soared forward. For once, in all of her time learning how to use the weapon, she was making all of her marks. She imbued each shot with her reiki, sending it spiraling through the sky in a dazzle of blue. Bit by bit, Naraku stopped regenerating. Her friends were winning. As she started to feel as though the outcome of this would be good, a small spark caught her attention. It was a quick wink of pink before it disappeared. It called out to her. The jewel. The Shikon Jewel! Naraku was distracting everyone so that none of them could reach it.

Kagome had never ran so fast in her life.

Her breath was trembling, and her limbs were burning. The miasma around the spider hanyou was so thick, it was killing her. The jewel was just in her sight, it was just right there. Above her, she could hear Inuyasha summoning a meido and she prayed that he would not send her into the depths of hell with his new favorite ability.

Buckling beneath her, her legs failed her, and she fell to the ground. Her bow left her grip and she cried out in dismay. Miasma flooded her mouth and choked her. Air refused to enter her lungs. Words tried to escape past her lips, but nothing could make it. Vision blurred and she realized she could not move. Desperation coursed through her and she writhed.

Strong hands picked her up from the ground along with her bow, and suddenly they were speeding away from the miasma. Away from the jewel. She could barely move her head to look up.

Sesshomaru seemed like he was barely holding onto his control by a spiderweb’s strand. The veins around his eyes bulged, and his face had elongated slightly as if to form a muzzle. Her hands grasped his kimono weakly.

“Go back,” she rasped.

“Like hell this Sesshomaru will,” he thundered, his hold on her tightening possessively.

Kagome felt faint. “Sessh…the jewel…it’s back there. It’s so dark and tainted…”

“This one will retrieve it,” he commanded, “you will get to safety with our sons.”

Anger bubbled up inside of her, but was immediately overwhelmed with heartache and wistfulness. “No Sesshomaru, I will not.”

He stopped mid-air, face contorted in fury. She dared to defy his demand? Almost roaring at anger, he immediately stopped when her soft gentle hand touched his face.

“Sesshomaru, I have to go back with you,” she whispered, her hand gently stroking along the line of his jaw. “We don’t have sons. Not yet.”

Flecks of gold filtered into his eyes. His more reasonable side was listening. Good.

She relaxed and looked at him directly, surely. “We have to finish this first before we can get to them.”

His gaze was completely gilded, the beautiful orbs golden and narrowed. Sesshomaru permitted a momentary lapse of affection. His arms closed around her tightly, his nose buried in her neck to take in her scent.

“I cannot lose you, miko,” he murmured, giving her a gentle squeeze. “This Sesshomaru must protect you.”

Kagome hugged him back just as fiercely. “Oh Sesshomaru. I have to protect you too. The only way I can do that though, is if I can get to the jewel.”

“This one does not require protection,” He huffed, before quieting. “However…such attempts from you would not be unwelcomed.”

She smiled gently, and leaned up.

Her lips graced his brow in a feather soft touch. It was the lightest of kisses and the most tender he had ever received. A sigh escaped him before he let his protective wall back up, and his face became devoid of any expression.

Kagome smiled. “Get me in close to the Shikon Jewel, Sesshomaru. The others can’t hold off Naraku forever. It’s time to end this.”

The daiyoukai surged forward, his power sending them speeding through the miasma like a bullet. He held Kagome with one hand, the other lashing out a poison whip at anything that threatened to halt their path. In a silver flurry, they were like lightening. They raced to the spider hanyou’s core, their combined powers causing the air to sizzle with might. The miko drew her bow and took aim at the faint outline of the tainted jewel.

Everything happened so fast. The second her arrow pierce the jewel through, she felt a connection. It had the gall to ask her what her wish was. After all the pain it had caused, after all the loss and spilt blood, it had the nerve to ask her what her wish would be. She tightened her hold on Sesshomaru—and wished the Jewel of the Four Souls to disappear from existence.

Everything shattered into darkness.

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foreversimstales · 8 years ago

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Cassandra and Johanna sat down on the couch. Johanna had asked the Goth family to come to a vacant house within the hollow. She had briefed Bella and Mortimer as to why. It was now time she filled Cassandra in on her plot.

“Cassandra, you are on of my closest and best students amongst my children,” Johanna told Cassandra.

“Thank you, my lady. But, I think Miko might be better than I,” Cassandra replied.

“Funny you bring Miko up actually. Both your special talents have stood out to me. But, I think I should address why the Goths have come to this estate. You see, I have decided to move a contingent of my eldest and strongest children into Forgotten Hollow. Lady Straud agrees we should have warriors on hand to defend the hollow from further attacks. The Goths are my eldest and strongest children,” Johanna explained.

Cassandra’s face turned to a sour expression. She shouted at her mistress,”Wait, you convinced my parents to leave our home in Willow Creek for this place! That was our HOME! The Goth family has lived there for ages.”

“I understand asking you to leave your childhood home is alot. But, I trust your family to protect Forgotten Hollow. You can’t protect as well as we need right now from Willow Creek. Speaking of being where we need you most, I have a favor to ask you,” Johanna tried to quell her fury.

“Wolfgang has turned his home into an outpost for Windenburg. With Straud Prep being in that region, we need to split the legion to protect the school. I want to send you and Miko to help Wolfgang protect the school. Cassandra, I would be most pleased if you would also accept the position of captain of this outpost,” Johanna explained her needs to Cassandra. She held a pleading face to her third eldest “child”.

“Alright. I will go lead your Windenburg faction. Can’t be too bad. I get away from under my parents’ thumbs and I got Miko. If we are the best, the school is safe with us both there,” Cassandra relented.

“Thank you, my child. The Night Court will not forget your loyalty,” Johanna said with a sigh of relief.

#the sims 4 #vampires #simblr #stories #Forgotten Grove

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ao3feed-mcufemslash · 5 years ago

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From Different Dimensions, Broken Hearts are Healed

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W75knM

by Skyla_Prime

Words: 50, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Transformers (Bay Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Transformers: Prime

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Additional Tags: Robot/Human Relationships, Gay Robots, Robot Sex, Sassy Tony Stark, Tired Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner Needs a Hug, Protective Clint Barton, Possessive Behavior, Everyone Is Alive

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W75knM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

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bunny-wk-fanfic · 6 years ago

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Not Another Meme

“I’m not… I don’t know what you mean.” she stared at the man, utterly lost with what he began to say the moment things calmed down. She bet it had to do with both cultural differences and her lack of understanding what was ‘In’ with everyone else.

Since the end of the Shikon, which she and her friends had won the battle against Naraku, Kagome had returned home changed in more ways than she thought possible. Apparently, the prolonged exposure to Naraku’s miasma had been lethal enough to alter her. Giving her abilities a more spider-like qualities.

Much to her disgust.

After everything, she went through and survived, she didn’t take too kindly to learning via the powers that are, that she herself would be more spider-like.

So when she was returned home, and realized that there was no going back, it was then that some old friends approached her. And more or less turned her into a superhero. It made for keeping the more supernatural elements of Tokyo in line easier to understand for the public eye.

Only this time, she ended up in New York and crossing paths with the city’s own heroes. Including another spider based hero.

Turning to said hero, just a tad taller than herself, she attempted to communicate with them silently. She wasn’t sure if it was to get a definition of what the man was saying, or to get him to leave her alone.

The young man in question scratched at the back of his head, shrugging as he chuckled beneath his own mask. “Haha-ah… yeah.”

Turning to the armored man, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you repeat that please? This time use words I can understand.”

“Use words… Are you serious?” the suit landed with a heavy clunk, the face plate lifting and the entire helmet retracting to reveal the man beneath. “You’re how old, and don’t know what a meme is?”

Brows furrowing, Kagome shook her head. “Sorry. I don’t.”

“A meme.” when his brows furrowed, lips screwing at her continued lack of response, he narrowed his eyes. “A meme! An online movement that spreads like virus!”

Blanching, Kagome leaned back. “You should see a doctor for that!”

A few of the other heroes off to the side attempted to cover their amusement at her response. Snorting and coughing to outright hide their laughter, one whipping away when the man turned on them to level them with a glare. The others were far too interested in watching the proceedings.

“Not an STD!” the man all but exploded, cheeks uncharacteristically flushed in slight embarrassment. No thanks to a teenie bopper. “An online trend! Something that pretty much teens redo and remake to continue it on.”

“Oh.” she remembers Souta showing her some things he thought she might find funny on the internet. The ones where student were remaking a famous anime character’s signature battle move amused her. Kam-mama-something or other. “And what was the one you mentioned again?”

“Tide Pod Challenge!” he ran an armored hand over his face, sighing at having to explain the joke to a teen of all people. It was no longer funny. And he wasn’t enjoying how it was being turned against him.

“Never heard of such a challenge.” Kagome tapped at her chin, thankful that the mask she had been supplied with covered the upper half of her face and not her entire face. She wasn’t sure how the other teen did it, breathing and speaking through the tight material. “Is it anything like that ice bucket challenge?”

“No!” the other teen finally jumped in, arms waving about and drawing her attention. “Tide Pods are these little packets you put in a dishwasher, they contain soaps. Apparently some people thought their new design made them look… delicious? And then challenged themselves and others to eating one?”

Kagome reeled back once more. “What? Why?!” she spun about to face the man again, lips dipped down in a frown as the mask did hinder the use of facial expressions. “You think I did something stupid and dangerous to get these… these… these spider abilities?!” she waved her hands the teen next to her. “That he started something and I thought, ‘why not, seems fun’ and followed suit?!”

Brown eyes blinked widely down at her, obviously not ready for the outburst. “Well… you teens are crazy. I mean, her ran around in old sweaters and wrestling masks when he first started out. Like that hid his identity. Right, buddy?”

“Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!” the teen leaned in closer, raising a hand in an attempt to hinder her from hearing his words. “Don’t say that!”

“Kid, we already all know.” the man gave the red and blue clad teen a pointed look. With a shake of his head, he turned to look at her again. “Look, shouldn’t you be all… magical girl with glittery powers and as far away from spider for a teen hero from Tokyo?”

“Magical girls are for entertainment in the form of manga or anime. Last I checked this is real life.” arms curling in on herself as she eyed him from head to toe. “Unless you are into that sort of thing… and it is the reason you need to see a doctor…”

At this point the others stopped fighting in holding back their laughter. As for the teen next to her, he was now making a sound that was a cross between a cough and wheeze. Shaking her head, she began to turn when she felt the beginnings of magic gathering in the air. The cultural differences was too much on top of readjusting to all that she missed while time traveling.

“Miko. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” a tall man stepped through a spinning and sparking portal, smiling as he made his way to where they all stood.

Smiling in return, Kagome bowed to the man. “Doctor Strange. I do believe this one belongs to you.” she pulled a black pouch from the loose belt around her waist to give to him.

“Wait. You know this brat?” the man turned to the doctor in question. He thumbed towards her in disbelief.

“Stark.” he gave a slight nod in greeting. “And yes. We travel in the same circles.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Stark waved his hands as he made the short distance between him and the doctor. “You travel in the same circles with magical spider girl here?”

With a sigh, Doctor Strange shook his head as he tucked the black pouch securely beneath his cloak. “The rare few of use that take up the mantel to protect this world from the more mystical get to know one another rather quickly. The Miko here, is one such individual.” her attention returned to said young woman with a smile. “Again, thank you for the assistance on this one.”

“I’m glad I was of assistance.” she offered a respectful bow to the man. “Would it be too much to ask for some help back home?”

“Not at all.” he shook his head, turning to face the empty space he had appeared from just a few minutes ago. His hands were already in the familiar motions that was part of the spell he was casting. “Ready?”

“Yes!” she spun about to face the others she had crossed paths with on this latest… mission. She was still unsure what to call these superhero outings. “It was a pleasure meeting you all. Ja ne!” with a bow, she joined Doctor Strange to stepping through the portal back to Tokyo.

“So, how do it feel to be out-sassed by a teenie bopper magical girl, Tony?” Natasha smirked as she strolled over to the other man, leaning against the still suited man.

“Stuff it, Natasha.” Tony waved a hand as if to shoo her away.

Clint chuckled, leaning into Natasha’s side. “Look, he’s still embarrassed and blushing!” he was quick to whip out his cell phone and snapping a few pictures. “Gotta save these. It’s not every day that the great Tony Stark gets embarrassed by a teen.”

“Speaking of teens…” Natasha trailed off, lifting her chin in the direction of their own teen superhero. “You okay there, Spider-Man?”

Hearing the lilting and teasing tone, Spider-Man jumped back to attention, scanning the others as they all stared at him. “Yeah. Why?”

Tony, feeling back to his old self now that everyone’s attention was on the kid rather than him, began to smirk. “I think our baby spider has a little crush.”

Jumping at the heavy pointed looks and feeling the heat, he waved his arms about. “Well, would you look at the time!” he tapped his wrist as he began shuffling away from the group. “Gotta go!” stretching an arm out, he shot a web and pulled himself out of there as quickly as possible. He still got embarrassed at being reminded of all the times he hugged Tony by accident.

“So… another spider hero…” Clint chuckled as he shook his head, fingers quickly tapping away at his cell to send the pictures he took to the others, much to Tony’s chagrin. “One that can trip you up and not even on purpose.”

“Hopefully we’ll cross paths again. Seems like a sweet kid.” Natasha commented as the began to make their way back to the Avengers.

“You’re only saying that because she tripped Tony up.” Clint remarked, chuckling at the amused look the redheaded woman gave him.

“Either way, you know Fury’s gonna want to know all that we can on her.” they continued on until they reached their respective motorcycles. “That she can trip Tony is just a bonus.”

“And the kid?” Clint watched as his preferred partner started up her bike.

“Again, a bonus. Albeit an adorable one.” the flipped their sunglasses down and took off down the street. Hoping the next time they did meet the girl, it would prove just as entertaining.

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