#why does kuronue have no tag

[sealbee101]

kurama doodle + him and his variety of evil goths (kuwabara there too)

[strangefellows]

5 Questions for Writers!                                                     

I was tagged by @illegiblewords, the sneak~ But alright, I’ll do it.

Tagging... nah, I can’t think of anyone really that I want to make suffer I MEAN TAG. But if you wanna do this, do it!

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

....yes. I can’t name one in specific, but looking at the characters I latch hardest to....Xigbar, Axel/Lea, Ardyn, Emet-Selch, Dante, my particular headcanon version of The Fury (MGS3), Kakuzu, Grimmjow, Nero tol Scaeva, Vincent Valentine, Dmitri Blaiddyd, Anders, Kuronue, Kokichi, among others....

I tend to gravitate and latch onto the types of characters that are either angry, obnoxious, or both --- the loud ones, the sarcastic ones, the theatrical ones, the dramatic ones, the ones that project BIG presences, in some way or another...and the ones that use that to hide how broken and traumatized or otherwise complicated and messed up they are on the inside. The ones that aren’t okay, and viciously, aggressively, do everything they can not to show it, whether that’s through being a gigantic asshole, or being so dramatic and obnoxious you want to throttle them, or just deflecting as hard as they can so you don’t see how much they hurt. (Vincent is a bit of an outlier I know, but he does do some very hardcore deflecting.)

As for why? I...hahaha, projecting, probably. I’m a very lowkey, shy, quiet person most of the time IRL, who literally is probably incapable of real anger, and even when i get excited about something it’s only with safe people I trust or people I can trust that will listen to me. So the larger than life dramatic don’t give a shit angry or obnoxious assholes...it’s nice to be able to have that sort of confidence via a character. And also, I’m one of those people who would probably say I’m fine while I’m sitting there minus an arm, so, like...I get it. So being able to write these characters and, yknow, deal with their issues, helps. Also, I’m a very helpful kind person who wants to help people so....haha, gimme your broken and your messed up and I will help.

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

REDEMPTION ARCS.

No, seriously, I sell my soul for good redemption arcs. And if I can’t get them in canon, I make them. 

Really, any kind of trope that involves taking a sledgehammer to the walls someone’s built up and giving them the help and healing they need and deserve, giving them the chance to make up for their mistakes and be happy. That’s my jam. Any kind of helping them face down their issues and heal. Even if -- especially if -- there’s a bit of suffering involved, because I do like some angst with my happy endings. It’s....cathartic, to make it difficult for them before they begin to heal. Let all the poison out, kind of.

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

Oh, boy, let’s see...moving under a cut now.

deathberry (remix azul) -- Grimmjow POV, Bleach fic

But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He hid out for a while while the wound Nnoitra gave him healed, his arm in no shape to function properly for months, and every time he closed his eyes he could see the same pair of brown ones. He could hear those words, echoing, the last words Kurosaki had spoken to him.

I don’t know about being a king, or whatever, but...just beating up everyone who annoys you and becoming a king with no one left to rule...where’s the fun in that?

He didn’t know anymore.

He had never thought about it. He hadn’t wanted to, hadn’t felt like thinking about anything like that was necessary. He was a Hollow. That’s what he did -- fought. Destroyed. Cut and slashed and broke his way through anyone in front of him until there was no one left. It’s what Hollows were made for, the only thing they were made for.

But...he’d had his pack. They’d been at his back for as long as he could remember, and in cutting through his enemies...somewhere along the way he’d lost them. And that had hurt. He’d blamed Kurosaki for it, of course, because-- no. If he were honest, it was because he hadn’t wanted to blame himself. Because it was easier to just heap it all on the boy who’d scarred him, the boy whose mark he’d never get rid of now, even if he wanted to (and he no longer wanted to, not even a little).

It wasn’t just a reminder of his loss anymore, wasn’t just a promise to rip Kurosaki apart. Every time he thought about it, it was a reminder of what the boy said, of what he’d done. Of the fact that Ichigo Kurosaki had saved his life, the fact that...there were some things Grimmjow didn’t know. Things he hadn’t bothered to learned, never had the chance to or simply ignored that chance when it was there until it was gone.

Like the reason why Kurosaki was stronger than him, was always stronger than him when it came down to the edge. It wasn’t until that last fight that he thought he’d figured it out, that fight and Kurosaki’s words. Kurosaki had some kind of reason to fight, something behind his blade besides the burning instinct to do battle that Grimmjow lived by. That reason...the girl? The big guy? The one with glasses? The other shinigami girl? All of them? How could people be his reasons? Did he really fight to stand in front of others, fight so that they wouldn’t be hurt?

And isn’t that part of what he’d done for his pack? They’d joined him to follow him, so that he would lead them to strength, and in return...and even when they’d given up, they’d offered him themselves so that he would keep going, they’d stood behind him when they’d become Arrancar. They’d stood there no matter what happened, and he’d-- hadn’t he fought for them? When they’d been in danger, hadn’t he come to get them? Hadn’t he insisted they were his, and they wouldn’t-- no one was allowed to take what was his?

Was that the same? Was it the same as Kurosaki? But if it was the same, then why was he still weaker than him? Why was it that Kurosaki was stronger? He claimed that even when he wanted to fight, even when he wanted to win, that he won for the people behind him.

But they weren’t just behind him, were they? They were beside him. They did the same for him, fought for him like Kurosaki fought for them. That’s why they’d come to Las Noches together.

Was that it, then? Was that the difference? Where his pack stood? Was that why he had looked at him with those awful, gentle eyes, like he was an equal? Did Kurosaki really look at everyone the same, no matter who they were? Did that make the difference?

never enough -- Emet-Selch/OC, Final Fantasy XIV fic

Oh, sure, Lahabrea had been loud. But there wasn’t much to that loudness, just— it was hard to put into thought. It was a hollow sort of thing, like there wasn’t much to him beyond the volume and force of his voice. Igeyorhm was the same way. Like their whole personality could be described as “evil” or “Ascian”. Nabriales had…had some personality, she supposed, but it was mostly “arrogant and annoying,” so she wasn’t sure that counted.

But that voice? That sounded like a person. Enough so that she almost doubted her initial guess of Ascian.

They all turned as one, and she got her first look at him then.

Her doubts only deepened the longer she looked at the man who had appeared behind them. He wore no robes, no mask. Didn’t hide at all, was just— himself, there, no concealments like any other Ascian. She wouldn’t immediately call him handsome, really, either; he was older, perhaps in his forties (old enough to have a shock of white going through his wine-colored hair, at least), and high cheekbones and a prominent nose gave his face a bit too many harsh angles and lines to say he was handsome, though she’d certainly admit to it being appealing in its own way. She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason she thought Ascians tended towards prettier vessels. Add to their charisma, perhaps? In any case, that was a bit out of the realm of the expected. That and the shadows beneath his pale gold eyes, the ones she could see from where she stood several fulms away, the way his mouth seemed pursed in a permanent frown, the lines of exhaustion on his face etched deep, the way his thin and expressive eyebrows knit together as he stared at them (at her?).

He seemed to defy expectations of what an Ascian was. Too human. Too open. Too real, with the visible weariness written into his features. Was he an Ascian, really? Maybe she’d guessed wrong. Hells, he had a Garlean third eye. Maybe that was it— but if that was the case how did he get to the First? No, he had to be. But— how?

The doubts were assuaged soon enough when he himself admitted to being an Ascian, a lazy swipe of a gloved hand across his face showing the gleaming red symbol, one she didn’t recognize but that blazed over his features nonetheless. So he was an Ascian. Somehow, defying all he was— he was too real to be one of them, too alive— that was it, she realized. He was alive. A living, breathing man, rather than the dead husks of darkness the others had seemed to be. The way he moved, the way he spoke…alive. Voice going up and down in a frenzied cadence, at once speaking a rush of words in one breath, stopping to inhale sharply, at another time shouting enough to scrape his voice rough and sharp, and then right after smoothing it over and smiling, polite but condescending, visibly amused at all of them and not at all caring about the glares and threats aimed at him. The way his hands danced in the air, pointing and shrugging and gesturing widely, like he was an actor upon a stage.

There was something so…vivid about him, alive and present, a blaze of something she could never describe as light — he was an Ascian no matter what he seemed, after all — but…something. Fire, perhaps, she thought in wry amusement as he excused himself with nary an apology. She certainly felt like a very stupid moth.

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

four times and one more -- Fenris/Anders, Dragon Age 2 fic.

“Don’t jump in,” Fenris said suddenly, breaking the silence. “I can’t swim near well enough for the both of us.”

Anders started, eyes wide and wondering as he looked up -- an odd sensation, as the mage was taller normally, but hunched like this his eyes had to flick upwards to meet Fenris’s gaze. “...You’re still here,” he said quietly, and his voice was hoarse and raw from shouting, from holding back tears. “I didn’t think you, of all people, would…”

“Would what?” Fenris said, sharper than intended. “Stay with you? You’re falling apart, mage. If we left you alone, you would jump in the sea -- or worse. And I’d rather you not do that, if it’s all the same to you.”

Anders laughed, then, a weak noise that sounded forced and strained. “It’d be better if I did,” he said. “Wouldn’t hurt anyone else that way.”

Perhaps it was unintentional, but Fenris could hear the undercurrent in his words. You promised , it said. You said you would kill me before this happened. You lied. And that stung, more than he’d thought it would.

“Don’t,” Anders said, and Fenris wondered if something was showing on his face. “Please, don’t. What I did…” His voice cracked. “He should have killed me. I shouldn’t-- I deserved it. I’m a monster.”

Fenris growled. “Now is a fine time to start repeating that,” he said, frustrated. “If all men that were monsters died as they deserved, I would be dead with you.”

“No,” Anders said, turning to face him. “You-- no. You’re not a monster. Why would you say that? I’m an-- I’m an abomination. You saw what I did, what I caused. All this death, it’s my fault. I was arrogant and stupid and now I’m a monster. But not you, you’re not a monster, you’re--”

“I’m a monster,” Fenris cut him off. “Danarius made me a monster. Just because he’s gone and I’m free doesn’t change that.” He took a breath. “Years ago, Danarius and I were on Seheron. There was an ambush, and I was injured, left for dead. There was a tribe, on the island, Fog Warriors. They took me in and cared for me...and then Danarius returned. The Fog Warriors refused to let him take me, but he ordered me to kill them--” He swallowed. “And I did . I killed them all.”

Anders blinked. “Fenris…”

“Danarius made me a monster, mage,” he snapped. “I have long since accepted that. Frankly, if you are a monster as well, that doesn’t bother me. What does is that you think being a monster is something deserving of death. No, far better that we monsters live with what we’ve done, so that we never forget what we are. So we know what we are capable of, and use that to keep the world safe from us.” His hands opened and closed, making instinctive fists. “Death is no peace. What we deserve is to live .”

There was silence for a very long moment, and he almost didn’t hear Anders speak again, so quiet was his voice, so broken. “How?” He asked. “How can I live with this? With him in my head, knowing what he can make me do?” His breath hitched. “I don’t know what to do, Fenris. Everything hurts, and I-- I can’t. What I did, how can you--” His voice rose, cracked and hysteric, and his eyes went again from the floor to Fenris’s face. “How can you forgive me?! You-- you hate mages! I just proved you right! I’m an abomination, a monster, dangerous-- how can you be so willing to--”

He dropped to his knees with just enough warning for Fenris to catch him, and together they sank to the ground. Anders wasn’t crying, not yet, but he was shaking with enough force to make it visible, to send the feathers on his pauldrons trembling as if about to come loose. “Why don’t you kill me?” He choke out, tone half-begging. “I proved you right...you should want me dead.”

“I always knew this would happen,” Fenris said quietly. “My only regret is that I-- I was unable to keep my promise to stop it before it could occur. But I knew.”

Anders swallowed back a sob. “Why didn’t you?” He asked, hands on Fenris’s chest, curled into loose fists. “Why?”

“I couldn’t,” Fenris admitted quietly. “And I am sorry.”

star in darkness -- Ardyn/OC, Final Fantasy XV fic

Carina swallowed. “I get it,” she said, managing a very tiny smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “There’s no way this will end with you alive. Either...either the prince kills you, saving the world, or you kill him and the gods kill you like you want -- because they should have fixed it themselves in the first place -- and the world is saved that way.” She laughed weakly. “You’re right. This is it, isn’t it? It’s all over, or it-it will be.”

“I…” Ardyn began helplessly. “I thought you would try to stop me,” he said after a moment. “I thought-- you know what I’m doing will kill hundreds of people. Without the Oracle, the darkness will...you know that. You know it better than anyone. The daemons…it will get worse before it gets better. Are you really alright with that?”

“I have to be,” she said, startled by her own words. But she swallowed and then started speaking again, without thinking and without a filter. Just...talking, before she could catch herself and stop herself. “The most effective cures aren’t pretty. They aren’t-- I know people are going to die. People have already died. Countless people. Hundreds of thousands over two thousand years, maybe millions. The Oracle can’t save everyone. You’re right, I know that better than a lot of people. And more people will die before this is over. But...you may be doing this out of spite and out of revenge for what the gods did to you, but you’re also...you’re also still trying to save the world. Even if you don’t realize that, I can see it. You know your death will end the plague. And that’s what this ends with. That’s how you win.” Her voice cracked. “And you’ve been alive so long, seen so much...lost so many people. I couldn’t understand how you haven’t just...broken. But you have, haven’t you? You broke ages ago, over and over. But you can’t die. You can’t end it yourself. You just-- you had to wait. You had to wait, and you had to suffer, and you-- you found one thing, one little thing after all this time that made it a little easier, but now it’s time and--”

She broke down, covering her mouth with her hands. “Now it’s time,” she whispered. “I’m not going to stop you. I don’t-- I can’t. I’ve only known you for-- for a blink of an eye compared to the life you’ve lived. I don’t have the right.” She moved towards him, cupping his tear-stained cheeks in her hands. “But if I could make you happy, if I could-- if I could ease some of the pain I know you must be living with every single moment, if I could comfort you even a little for the past year, then...then I’m content.”

She leaned up to kiss him and he reached out for her, pulling her close to him and returning the kiss. They both sunk to their knees, tears still dripping down their faces, and clung to each other. Knowing it was over, knowing that this was it. Their days together were numbered, and eventually -- soon -- he would die.

“I love you,” she whispered to him softly, leaning her head on his shoulder, one hand stroking his hair. “I love you, Ardyn. I always will.”

“I don’t deserve it,” he murmured. “But thank you. Thank you for-- thank you.” His voice shook and he trembled in her arms, letting himself be weak for a moment, just for this moment. “I love you, too,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t have let myself, I shouldn’t have done this to you, but I-- I love you. I’m sorry.”

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

....a lot, I think, though I couldn’t name them off the top of my head.

I want to write more soft things with Emet, more shippy things, more gentle things in general. More of the aftermath of the healing, the comfort in the hurt/comfort. More mundane things, happier things after the worst is over. I’ve always been bad at that.

[unlockthelore]

Whispers

Title: Whispers

Relationship: Hiei/Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi, Dragon of the Darkness Flame/Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi

Character(s): Hiei (YuYu Hakusho), Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi, Dragon of the Darkness Flame

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Minor Character Death

Summary: Hiei knows that the entirety of the worlds don't need to understand how he feels for Kurama, the only one who needs to hear it is the only world that matters to him.

Hiei knows that he has been wrong. In more ways than one, he can pinpoint his errors in judgement and where he might have taken a few missteps in the past that could have led to Kurama being like this. Yet, he also knows that he isn’t the root cause of Kurama’s current state and despite himself, his heart aches for the fox. He tells himself to be strong for Kurama but there is no amount of strength that can protect the fox from the thoughts which keep him just lying there. Although Hiei knows that Kurama is capable of exhaustion, there is something wrong about the fox when he’s like this. 

Sullen, quiet, devoid of the natural life and cheer that seemed to come so naturally to him. The person that Hiei had been confused by and undeniably attracted to because of how different they were. But like this, with his scars laid bare, Kurama never seemed more like him and it burned him to admit. The fox hadn’t noticed him when he entered the room, his silence is deafening, not the quiet calm that Hiei had grown accustomed to. There are no lights on, his things are tucked away neatly but there is a disarray. It’s centered in the man lying on his bed motionless, his arm covering his eyes and the only sign that he was alive being the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Even that isn’t enough for Hiei and as he crosses the room, shedding his boots, sword, cloak and his ward, Kurama does not stir until he is close enough to his bedside. There is a silence and Hiei wonders what to do next. His fingers slowly uncurl then curl into fists and he turns on his heel, sitting with his back against the bed and his legs crossed. It wasn’t as close as he wanted to be to Kurama but he knew better than to reach for the fox. He needed his space and loathe as Hiei was to let him suffer, he told himself that he was close enough to help.

And yet that isn’t enough .

Closing his eyes, Hiei took a deep breath but it only stoked the flames in his heart as he exhaled and stared forward resolutely. “I’m not him, Kurama,” he said slowly, his gaze dropped to his hands as they rested in his lap. “But I am still here.”

There is no reply and he doesn’t expect there to be. He doesn’t feel hurt, he doesn’t feel much aside from the pain that he feels his partner must be experiencing. But one of them has to be strong, if they fell apart then they’d fall together but not like this. Kurama needed him and he would be there for him.

“If you ask me to, I will stay.”

The words permeate the air, solidify, and take effect because his ears pick up the subtle rustle of Kurama’s sleeve and his movements on the bed. Warm arms envelop his neck, wrapping around his shoulders and from the corner of his eye, he can see red tresses filling his vision. There are no words and he is content with just this, the flame in his heart smoldering as he reaches up to hold onto the fox’s forearm, ignoring the dampness of his sleeve and shutting his eyes tightly.

“I’m here, Kurama,” he sighs, remaining still.

He knows that Kuronue haunts Kurama’s memories. He recognizes Kuronue’s place in the fox’s heart and the place he held within his past. And distantly, he wished upon a time that he could have met the fox’s former partner. Thanked him for helping Kurama as much as he did, thank him for laying down his life for him so that Hiei had a chance to meet the fox himself. And curse him although Hiei had a feeling that the both of them would have known there was nothing for it. This just was who Kurama was, there was nothing else for it. But it didn’t lessen the hurt. 

“Don’t leave,” Kurama said, his voice soft and muffled, rough with disuse. 

How long has it been since you said anything?

Hiei shifted slightly, resting his head against Kurama’s and squeezing his forearm again. “Why would I when you’re here? We go together or not at all.”

Talk to me, I am here for you, I will protect you.

From the corner of his eye, Hiei noticed the fox’s fingers curling and his nails digging into the side of his arms. He sighed and reached up to brush his fingers against Kurama’s, tilting his head away to kiss the fox’s knuckles 

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” he reminded softly.

The grip loosened and Hiei sat with his head resting against Kurama’s for a moment, letting the silence fill the space between them. Idly, he ran his fingers up and down the fox’s arm, pressing the occasional kiss to the side of his head or his fingers before breaking the silence.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

There’s no immediate answer to his question but he feels the nod and his eyes slip shut with a light tap to Kurama’s arm.

“You have to let me go for a moment,” he says, his voice a soft whisper as he says, “I won’t go far.”

There’s a beat of hesitation before Kurama’s arms slowly ease from his neck and he sits up. Hiei slowly standing up and making sure that he doesn’t move too far, turning to look at him and his heart plummeted into his stomach. Eyes growing wide at the look on his partner’s face, his lips trembled before he frowned and reached out to hold his face in his hands. There’s a dullness to the fox’s eyes, the sclera puffy as is his face. Hiei knew that he smelt the salt, knew that the fox has been crying but he says nothing. Joining him on the bed, he kneels and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead then another to his eyes before wrapping his arms around him. 

Kurama presses closer to his touch and wraps his arms around him, returning the hold, and they stay like that for a moment longer before sinking down to lie on their sides. Hiei wrapping his arms around his torso and his forehead pressed against his, content to breathe the same air as him. 

“Do you want me to talk?”

Dull green eyes meet his own, half-lidded as Kurama leaned closer to nuzzle him. “...I would prefer it.”

Hiei closed his eyes briefly, muttering softly, “I don’t think less of you.. For crying or being upset.”

“You don’t?” 

Hiei sighed. He might value strength, he might not accept vulnerability form himself, but Kurama had no reason to be ashamed. He had every right to feel . And Hiei would never allow the fox to shame himself in his presence. 

His hand wandered from Kurama’s back up his side to palm his cheek, quietly wiping away the tear streaks that hadn’t tried. 

“I do not,” Hiei said, opening his eyes.

Kurama with his eyes closed, face puffy and miserable , he hated this but willed himself to continue talking.

“You are my rose.”

And he was. Beautiful, dangerous, appealing to the eye but with thorns that could pierce him at any time. There was a mystery and an appealing nature to him and Hiei wanted him thorns an all. While others might’ve been content to only admire the rose and others wanted the power that the thorns held, Hiei wanted Kurama, and with him in his arms ---  he wouldn’t let him go. Not if he wanted him to stay.

Kurama’s fingers curled in his tanktop and tugged and Hiei could feel the light scratch of blunt nails against his skin. 

“You are…” Kurama breathed, his voice wavering and breaking . “My everything .”

Hiei’s eyes widened and his heart clenched. Every moment, every fight that he’d flung himself into, every half-assed banter where the fox seemed to only be chiding him but might have been worried crossed his mind. Kurama had lost one partner to circumstances out of his control but Hiei knew that he threw himself into fights with abandon. Wanting to prove himself. When the man he loved was — 

“I’m sorry,” Hiei said before he could finish the thought. “I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have disregarded how much my life meant to you.”

Kurama swallowed thickly and Hiei felt the regret twist his insides.

“It is…” Kurama hesitated, his lips pressed together and he frowns. “The only regret I have. If it were to be your fate, I would not survive nor would I want to.”

The thought crosses his mind. Kurama being torn away from him and no matter how much he reached. No matter what power he attained. He wouldn’t be able to bring the fox back without a sacrifice insurmountable. One that would shatter the very foundation of who he is. 

Opening his mouth, Hiei felt like he understood. Kurama’s plight, the very thing that he mocked him for when under the control of the Sword — his feelings for his human mother. It was the same.

“If it meant saving your life, I would have used Forlorn Hope.”

Kurama’s eyes shot open and Hiei looked on quietly as he pulled away to look at his face, the hands holding him tightening their hold. It was painful but it was worth it for the fox to know that he meant this. He meant that he would go to the end of the line, that he would give his life it meant Kurama would live.

“You can’t mean that.”

For a second, Kurama looked like his old self. Worried for Hiei’s well-being, trying to remind him in subtle displays that he is worth something. Worth caring for. Worth living. It warms him, makes him almost want to smile, but he cannot. Kurama’s fingers ghost across his skin, shivers running down his spine as his fingers brush against his cheek.

“Hiei,” he calls and it’s a siren’s song that almost spurs him to take it back but he can’t.

That would be a lie and he would never lie to him.

“Don’t make me lie to you, Kurama.”

The fox’s palm is warm against his cheek, soft and comforting, he leans into the touch as his thumb runs along his cheek.

“It would be a foolish sacrifice,” Kurama mutters. “Seeing as I’d be right behind you…”

“You wouldn’t abandon Yuusuke and Kuwabara, that isn’t like you.”

Looking at Kurama like this, he could see the seriousness in his eyes as he leant his forehead against his. Knew what the fox would say before he said it and as emerald green eyes were shuttered again, Hiei knew his answer.

“I can’t be without you.”

“You won’t have to be. I will stay if you ask me to.”

“I want you to stay.”

Leaning in, Hiei pressed a kiss to his lips. It’s bitter with the fox’s tears but soft and sweet all at once and he leans into it. Kurama returning the gesture and his hands relax against his back, the hand carressing his cheek grounding him as he ends the kiss. But it’s impossible to move far away, mumbling against his lips, a quiet promise meant for his ears alone.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Together or not at all,” Kurama nudged his head against Hiei’s. “If something happens to you, I won’t be far behind.”

Hiei chuckled and nudged him back, allowing a smile. “I love you too.”

Then like a flower blooming, Kurama smiles and the light returns to his eyes albeit barely, it is a glimmer and that is enough. Hiei pulling back one of his hands to palm his cheek and run his thumb beneath his eyes. “There it is…” He said with barely kept glee, unable to stop himself from smiling wide.

Kurama leaning into his touch is all that he needs and more, but the apology in his voice as he mutters, “I apologize for worrying you.” twists his heart.

“You don’t have to apologize. You were upset,” Hiei insists, shifting to press a kiss to his forehead. “That aside, taking care of you isn’t a burden.” 

His lips brush across his cheek and Kurama turns his head to press their lips together, the kiss gentle and distracting. The fox pulling away before Hiei can bring him closer and he smiles, nuzzling him with a smile. “And there it is again…”

“Enjoy having me smile?” Kurama said, the amusement lilting his words and Hiei chuckles. 

“I find joy in your happiness..”

That earns him another kiss and black tinges the edges of his sight. He can feel the Dragon’s pull and leans into the kisses.

“We both do…” He sighs.

Kurama doesn’t move far from him, their lips still brushing against one another when he mumbles, “Thank you.. Both of you. This is far more than I ever imagined I deserved.”

There are many things Hiei would have loved to say in rebuttal to that but he can only think of one.

“We will have to agree to disagree..” 

The Dragon rises upon him, spurring him to wrap his arms around Kurama and hug him close, their voices overlapping with the Dragon’s deep timbre meshing with his own. “We believe you deserve the world.”

Kurama curls close to him and Hiei shuts his eyes.

“I love you both.”

The mark on his arm feels warm and so does his heart, the answer clear even through his teeth.

“We love you as well, Kurama.”

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Author Spotlight: 

This list is for authors who had written multiple YYH fics and show amazing quality in their works! Thank you for all you’ve written!

Blossomwitch on AO3 & FF.net (Mostly Kurahi, some Yusuke)

Glossmyeyes on AO3 (lots of the four main boys)

Blueutopiah on AO3 (a fandom old, lots of Hiei and Kurama, some sensitive topics)

Creepstakes on LJ (another fandom famous ;) Lots of Kuronue and Yoko, and plenty of AU’s)

Notable Authors with multiple fics:

Effing (Ramen) on AO3 (lots of Kurama/Yusuke, various ratings and genres)

Krimsonkitsu on AO3 (various, very nice prose)

Saiyuri_Dahila on AO3 (various, especially “In the Eyes of Angels”)

Kita Kitsune on AO3 and FF (Lots of Kurahi, more plot oriented)

Miss Gillette on AO3 (Lots of Kurahi, some Hiei/Yusuke, quite a bit of R rated stuff)

Darlingdeathbird on AO3 (some funny fics!)

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Fanfics:

Links will mostly be to AO3 or FF.Net

Other sites containing YYH works found here: (Sensitive topics include non-con, dub-con, violence, character death, and the like. Archaic writing style indicates fanfics written in the 00s, often with repeated tropes and random use of Japanese phrases. This can be jarring -- and bring some memories for older fans! -- but many fics are still worth reading)

YYH LJ Kinkmeme (R, various small prompts, characters, and situations. Mostly dead, but some gems are still up)

adultfanfiction.net (also pretty old, lots of archaic writing style, but still has some interesting fics)

Link to Blueutopiah’s Fanfic Rec list (also old, compiled by said author based on her preferences. Some interesting stuff in there, though. Please be advised, sensitive topics are present)

Sans Enigma (an old archive, not updated since 2001. Archaic fanfic language, but there are still some interesting gems in there, as well as some with sensitive topics, so please browse responsibly)

(If you have other sorting suggestions, or fics to add to the list, please message me!)

By pairing type:

M/M

Unlikely Bedfellows by Villain

Summary:

Before becoming a spirit detective, Kurama's powers were weak. To send a warning to all demons who sought to harm him, Kurama makes a deal with Toguro. But when it comes to the fee for Toguro's service, it's his body the demon wants.

(Toguro/Kurama, size kink, R)

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (i'm glad it was mine) by Ahria

Summary:

They’re too different, too similar- it confuses him more than it should, makes him think that giving in to one is the closest he’ll ever get to the other. The wrongness of that makes his chest ache, positively swarms him with emotion that he refuses to name. 

(Hiei/Kurama)

Youkai Cultural Exchange by Parisian_Sulfur

Summary:

Yusuke really needs to learn more about youkai customs.

(Yusuke/Hiei, established Hiei/Kurama)

Fire in the Stone By Kuwabara no Miko <knm@kuwamiko.com>

“Throw Yusuke and Kurama in a room, and add a little lust spell to make things more...interesting.”

(R, Yusuke/Kurama, and the old fandom favorite “lust spell”)

Mind's Eye by Krimsonkitsu

Summary: Kurama doesn't want to die alone, Hiei doesn't plan on letting him die at all.

(Kurama/Hiei, major angst)

Mixed Identities by  Midori-Omi

Summary:  Onji seeks a team to take to the tournament, and happens upon the beautiful young samurai, Shishiwakamaru. But Shishi would never look twice at an old man, would he?

(Suzuki/Shishi, cute, fluff, M)

Let's Fly as the Birds Do By: Hikari Nanase FIRST OF THE BLUE ROSE ANTHOLOGY: Kurama and Hiei have fallen in love, but when human society finds out, pain and sorrow arise. How will friend and family react? Will they survive?

(Kurahi, M)

The Meikai War BY : saiyanb

Long fic, plot heavy.

Lights for the Emperor by tend

Summary:

An estimated half of one percent of Japan's population is Christian. An estimated seventy-three percent of the general public celebrate Christmas by eating a cake. An estimated zero percent of demons care. (Or: why Hiei is having a hard time adjusting to ningenkai, and how Kurama does--or doesn't--make it easier for him.)

F/F

F/M

Mult M/M

Voyeurism by Blossomwitch

Summary: Hiei and Kurama are loud. Yusuke is curious. The title should tell you the rest. PWP (okay, a teeny amount of plot). Dark Tournament.

(Hiei/Kurama, Yusuke, R)

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Sexy Time by perpetuallyfrowning

Summary:

Yusuke buys a king size bed and invites the boys over to christen it.

(Hiei/Kurama/Yusuke/Kuwabara, R)

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Blurred Lines by orphan_account

Summary:

Set after the battle with Sensui. Yusuke's newly awakened demon blood evokes curiosity in his two favorite demons.

(Hiei/Kurama/Yusuke, R)

Fridays are For the Boys by Uzdahsati

Summary:

It's a few years after the defeat of the terrorists in Spirit World and Yusuke is feeling down on his job after a particularly rough day in a string of bad ones. He's ready to crash after a particularly gross afternoon when none other than Kurama comes calling. How might this lead to a sleepover, drug use, and a foursome? Well, you'll have to read the story! (And I'll have to write it hoho)

Based on this lovely drawing by polmcarts http://polmcarts.tumblr.com/image/159294627499

(All 4 boys with each other, drug use, alcohol)

Mult F/F

Mult F/M (f/m/m, or f/f/m will be here -- any combo of f and m)

Paper Masks

Krimsonkitsu

Summary:

When you live a lie for long enough, it's hard not to start believing it yourself.

Set after the Makai Tournament. Keiko and Kurama reach a mutually beneficial agreement while Yusuke is gone. But when Yusuke returns, will it really be so easy to go back to the way things were before?

(T, Yusuke/Keiko, Kurama)

Backroom Banging by YYHPornFiles

Miyuki/Kuwabara

(Rated R)

Other/Gen

Lucky Child by Star Charter (Bibliograph)

Summary:

"My name is Yukimura Keiko, and I am not who you think I am." When a Yu Yu Hakusho fan dies and is reincarnated in Keiko’s body, she’s faced with a difficult choice: stay true to her former self, or follow the script set for Keiko by the anime. Although the thought of agreeably becoming Yusuke’s helpless girlfriend turns her stomach, can she afford to be herself when one wrong move could rewrite history? As mysterious forces manipulate Not-Quite-Keiko in the pursuit of their own ends, she must choose between honoring the anime by sacrificing her identity, or forging a destiny of her own making.

Canon divergent in places. OC!Keiko. SI!Keiko. Fighter!Keiko. Meta!Keiko

[frerin-shixiong]

Tagged by @katanablue

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better. 

Name: Frerin

Gender: Female

⭐ sign: Aquarius

Height: 5 foot 7

Sexuality: Demisexual

What images do you have set as your desktop/📱 wallpaper: Desktop is Kili from the hobbit. It’s this image. Had to replace my cellphone because my old one broke, but my new one has this a part of this gif of my dog, Misty. (she’s wearing lucky socks with shamrocks and rainbows)

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: No.

Where do you 👀 yourself in 10 years: Ten years older and still doing this;

-as a means of survival.

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be: In England or a book store, or a book store in England.

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: When I was a teen, can’t remember what year, I was Kuronue from Poltergeist Report (Yu Yu Hakusho the movie). I pulled it off so well my insanely picky older brother bragged about it. Never got a pic though, sorry. So here’s a screen shot from the movie, I was dressed as the dude on the left.

What’s your favourite 90′s show: The Real Ghostbusters and The X-Files. There were a few more, whenever I had access to a TV, but it’s late and I can’t think to well right now.

Who was your last 😘: What... what is that? What is that face even supposed to be? Why can’t you just use words?

Have you ever been stood up: I’ve only been with two people, this includes dating. Both have stood me up on dates, my boyfriend, for the first year we were together would stand me up a fuck ton. *sighs* I’m way too patient.

Favourite pair of shoes: The best shoes I’ve ever had for traction and decent comfort are from Northface. I do a lot of hiking and heavy labor, so they work great for that, but normal everyday stuff, I really miss this pair I got in England. These cute little boots that were so comfy that I wore them for a full year and DESTROYED them. The soles fell out of them and the seems were busted and I still tried to wear them. >_>’

Favourite fruit: Peaches!

Favourite 📓: The HOBBIT!!!! *whispers* I also printed out into book format the fanfic The Sons of Durin that take the Hobbit into modern times and does a fucking wonderful job of it. Literally the Hobbit story only modernized. Read it. Read it and love it.

I’m supposed to tag people now... so, if you don’t want to do it, it’s cool, if you do, that’s cool too.

@its-chai @inkyturtle @yukiothecollielover @yukarishii @draconizuka and anyone else interested that reads this. Sorry, I’m super sleepy so I can only think of a few people off the top of my head.

[digiitalis]

SHIPPING INFO | ABOUT MUN. REPOST DON’T REBLOG

✧ WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE ? Alright, let’s break this down by active muse, I suppose? Kurama is sort of a funny duck when it comes to shipping, at least my muse is. I started out not shipping him with anyone, then @uurameshii​ ‘s Yusuke came along and now here we are. Never been more YusukexKurama trash than now. I also have a long lasting OTP of Kurama with Kuronue which came back to life with @thievingbat​ ‘s Kuronue. And now they’re an OT3 so that’s great! Otherwise I trend toward friendships with Kurama. 

Jin is basically fighting sexual. That’s to say, if you’re nice to him and can beat the shit out of him, he’ll like you. I don’t have any active ships on tumblr with him, but I’ve always been JinxTouya trash. Just sayin. YusumexJin is a BROTP to end all BROTPs. 

Jude. Poor. Poor Jude. He can’t catch a break. My OTP for him is JudexHappiness. or JudexSweets. I’d like for him to meet a nice boy though. 

And finally, Khint. I’ve had some ships for him in the past. Mostly KhintxHis Dead Wife, KhintxPrell Dwoss ( @thislovelylady​ ‘s OC ), and KhintxCassia ( @thislovelylady​ ‘s Muse’s Mom) Lol. Basically he is a dad in need of a partner parent, which is hilarious. 

✧ WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING ? I’m not really 100% sure about this? Most typical types of prompts are alright. Angst, fluff, even fighting or crack nonsense. But those are granted. The big question is, of course, SMUT. I’m pretty ace. Like, not sex repulsed or anything, but not really interested. So smut is more of a “we’re comfortable with each other as muns and our muses know each other well and you’d like to do some SINNING so let’s do it!” Kind of thing. It’s deeply unlikely that I’ll do it with you if you just ask randomly. This takes some real character trust and development, and personal connection between me and the other mun. 

Otherwise, AUs, Crossovers-- all of that’s okay. Even toxic relationships, so long as we’re clear they are toxic, and slow burn. All good. Don’t expect an automatic yes for shipping though. I prefer to have our characters be friends and build up a relationship than just start out as a ship. (The exception to this is characters who have preexisting relationships. Even then it’s better to build off of it. Have just as many shipping threads as ‘hey you dick you forgot to buy milk’ threads.)

✧ HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE ?

For characters, age gaps depend. Kurama is 1000+ (I have him around 3000 for reasons) year old fox demon. Thus, everything is cradle robbing. So he’s good as long as the ship partner is of legal age. Jin is similar. For Jude and Khint, as they are human, I’m good with a ten-ish year window, still given that they are of legal age. So Jude is okay with 20-30ish, Khint is more in the 35-45 window. 

For Muns, you MUST BE OVER 18. I can’t stress this enough. Even non sexual romance is a bit weird. We can be friends, though!

✧ ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING ?: Short answer, yes. Long answer, shipping is more of a function of compatibility of muns than of muses. With the right muns, relationships between characters can grow easier, and even find their niche as either worst enemies, best friends, or lovers. I usually ship with people I get to know well, and build a friendship with before immediately shipping. If it turns out that we’re both excited about something and we have compatible personalities, it usually turns out to be a ship. Of course OTPs and things do influence shipping, so do character personalities, but ultimately it comes down to the Mun. 

That being said, if I don’t want to ship with you, or I’m tentative about it that does not mean I don’t like you! It just means I don’t know you well enough or I’d prefer the muses to stay friends. :)

✧ HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?   Once naughty bits are involved. Yeah. That’s when read more goes up. I wouldn’t expect much NSFW content on this blog though. (Outside of my favorite sin cryptid-- you know you you are. Me ‘n Jani love you.) 

✧ WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH ? My Kurama currently has two official ships. @uurameshii​ ‘s Yusuke and @thievingbat​ ‘s Kuronue. Sometimes separate. Sometimes together. I’m open to other people, but that’s who I currently have. Everyone else is friend-zoned until further developments. 

Jin is not being shipped with anyone. He has a small crush on 90% of the yu yu crew though. How could he not with all of these strong people about. Yeesh. 

Jude is also not currently shipped with anyone. Like Jin, he just ends up with a lot of crushes. Most of the time they are unrequited and he is a very sad child. It’s okay Jude, you have your chocolate chip cookies. 

Khint is being shipped with @thislovelylady​ ‘s muse’s Mom Cassia. Yes. Because parent ships. Good. (I need to hop on that I’m so sorry.)

✧ DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU ? Please please please ask. Things like unrequited crushes are fine without permission, but send me an im or something if you want it to develop into mutual stuff. Maybe I’m feeling the same as you! We can ship! But if you don’t ask and either A. Say nothing but have your muse come on to mine or B. Say nothing ever. There will be no ship. That’s on you. And if your muse comes onto mine strongly without talking to me first, I might end up blocking you. Because that shit makes me hyper uncomfortable. 

✧ HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP ?: I’m pretty exclusive about ships. I am multi-ship, but I’ve said it before, I usually reserve it for friends and people who talk it out with me. I actually prefer friendships to romance-- and prefer friendships that become romances even more. 

Furthermore, if your character’s only interest in mine is SHIPPING then I’m deeply unlikely to ship. That’s not what I’m here for. And that’s not what my muses want. Kurama is an old fox demon. Childish love at first sight romances are a no go. Jin is an airhead who wants to fight. He’s not gonna want an immediate significant other without at least punching them first. Jude is an emotional baby who will get hurt if a relationship is shallow. Khint is not for that romance-y gushy stuff. 

If you wanna start rping with a ship, we need to talk through extensively: how they met, why they like each other, how their relationship works, etc. Not be afraid to talk to me, but I may insist on a thread or two of them as friends or strangers.

✧ ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS ? I’m not obsessed. But once I have my ship. It is my ship. My child. I want them to be happy. Or deeply unhappy if that’s how that ship works. I will devote myself to the ship. 

...Okay not that dramatic, but I like my ships once they exist.

✧ ARE YOU MULTISHIP ?  Yeah! More or less. I don’t know how I feel about multiples for the same ship though. 

✧ WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM ? I’m currently a mainly Yu Yu Hakusho blog. So ships there, I like... KuramaxYusuke, YusukexKeiko, KuramaxKuronue, JinxTouya, KuwabaraxYukina, KuwabaraxKurama, ShishiwakamaruxSuzuki, GenkaixSome peace and FUCKING QUIET... yeah. There are probably more but who knows. 

I’d like to point out that KuramaxHiei is not there. Now, it used to be a huge OTP for me, but for some reason, in recent years, I stopped shipping it. -shrugs-

✧ FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU ?: You can start by making a pentagram. In each corner lay out the following items: salted caramel, a pre-order of Kingdom Hearts 3, some green tea, a vulpix item, and something red. Light a candle in the center with hell fire and if your home becomes covered with glitter, it’s working. 

Or if you don’t have hell fire, messaging me works too. Or sending me a meme or two then messaging me. Or giving me compliments then messaging me. 

TAGGING: @thislovelylady @keikoxyukimura @vinelashed @gaoxthe @kurcnue TAGGED BY: @uurameshii