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  • after-witch
    21.04.2021 - 11 hours ago

    In Sickness [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

    Title: In Sickness [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

    Synopsis: You were not often alone with the demon lord who took you captive. Then again, you were not often touched by the demon lord who took you captive, either.

    Word Count: 2029

    notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of illness

    You were not often alone with the demon lord who took you captive.

    Then again, you were not often touched by the demon lord who took you captive. Yet here he was, bent over you, hands wringing out a rag he’d just dipped in a pail of river water. You barely register his fingers glancing against your skin, the slight sharpness of his nail edges, as he lays the damp rag on your forehead.

    You can’t help it. At the touch of the damp rag, you sigh, soft and pleased. The coolness is blissful, a brief respite from the fever that has been wearing you down for days.

    “You are a nuisance,” he mumbles, grimacing at droplets of river water that dribbled their way onto the elevated mat he’d set you on. To keep you away from the cold ground, you supposed, but you hadn’t the ability to care about his unusual generosity.

    Once it had become clear that your illness was no minor trifle, he’d sent Rin away with Jaken as unwilling, grumpy but admittedly loyal protector. Where they were, you didn’t know and truthfully, you didn’t have the strength to care. It was hard enough to muster up the energy to care about your own self, drenched with sweat yet wracked with bouts of shivers that alternated with fevers that made your dreams terribly real.

    It had started small. A tickle in your throat, a bit of weariness. You were tired, more so than usual, more so than you expected. But it wasn’t until the fever came and refused to leave, until your legs became red and swollen and could no longer carry you, until you started to become delirious, that Sesshoumaru had taken direct action. Jaken and Rin were gone, and you were taken somewhere. A cave? It was a shelter, at least, something more permanent than the campfires and group sleeps you were used to in recent months.

    And Sesshoumaru had tended to you, quietly, without much in the way of conversation. You slept most of the time, half-awakening to hear him grinding medicine and waiting until it was placed on your swollen legs, or in your mouth mixed with hot water, to fall back into a listless sleep. You wonder how long you will be able to recall the feeling of his hands on you, the unusual way he sometimes bent over you and stared, checking your breathing, feeling your forehead.

    It was intimate and uncomfortable, but you couldn’t be bothered to fight it.

    You were just so sick. You were just so tired.

    Yet you weren’t exactly a stranger to fatigue, to stress, particularly since the day you’d been forced to go with the demon. Stress dragged you down, often making you wish you could sleep for days, a luxury that was not afforded due to the frequently traveling nature of your captor. 

    That day that came back to you so often in your dreams, and was now a memory that ebbed and flowed with your fevers.

    Did you talk about that day, in your feverish ramblings? Sesshoumaru acknowledged what you said sometimes only with passive noises, either uncaring or not wanting to encourage your incoherent words, intent on making you better and resuming the original course.

    You really were a nuisance. So why did he keep you? You’d never asked him this out of fear. You’d certainly never questioned his decision to keep you alive, much less questioned why he wanted you in the first place. Why he agreed to the wild offering thrown before him.

    Your village elders had begged the passing demon lord Sesshoumaru to lay waste to a band of lesser demons that plagued the village for years. Men, women, children, even animals--taken and slaughtered in unspeakable ways. Sometimes even killed in their homes, partially eaten. It was not unusual to wake in the morning to piercing cries from mothers finding their children mangled in their beds, or hear husbands wail in agony at the loss of much-beloved wives on the way home from fetching water.

    You remember the day so clearly. Like the rest of the people in the village, you were watching from your home, peering out the door like a child, as the elders got down on their knees and begged for assistance from a demon who’d passed along the outskirts of the village.

    You remember the shock of his long white hair, his luxurious clothing, his imposing presence that seemed strong enough to make you shake even from behind the safety of the doorway.

    He didn’t even bother saying no. He’d simply glared at them as if they were dirt and began to walk away. Then one of the elders pivoted on his knees, spitting out words that would turn out to seal your fate: “We will give you one of our women as an offering! Please, o great lord!”

    Still, he did not stop, and the elder let out a shaky cry. Then the elder stood on wobbling knees and looked wildly around the village until his eyes landed on your half-open door, your face barely peeking out of it. He was a man who’d witnessed your birth, a man who’d once given you a special treat for free when you tripped and skin your knee as a child, a man who had serious conversations with you in recent weeks about finding a husband as surely someone so dutiful and kind did not wish to remain with her parents forever.

    He was also a man who’d run to your home, quick as you’d ever seen him, and yanked you out of the doorway until you fumbled and fell over on the ground. His hands were sweaty with fear yet they clamped around your wrist like a weight.

    “This one will make an excellent servant! She can cook and clean and embroider! Or you may have her--or, or kill her! Whatever you wish! Please, please,” he’d begged again, bowing low while keeping an iron grip on your wrist.

    You remember the sound of wind in your ears. You remember the feeling of pain in your knees, in your elbow, where you’d fallen hard. You remember the soft scratch of the door opening, the way your neck twisted around to see your parents and brother hiding behind one another, simply watching you. You remember the look on their faces, confused and scared yet saying nothing. Why didn’t they pull you back in?

    And then you remember the sound of footsteps approaching. It was the demon. You looked up and he loomed over you, staring impassively at your form. He didn’t bother glancing at the elder, who was now trembling as much as you.

    “Very well,” he said quietly, yet with a tone that was unmistakably firm. “She is mine. In exchange, I will kill some vermin for you.”

    A sound rushed through the villagers from behind their doors. Sometimes when the wind blows just right, you’re reminded of it. It was a murmur, a gasp, a collective sound that was relief and sadness all at once. They would be saved from the demons at the expense of one of their own. A sacrifice.

    You remember pulling on your arm, crying out something. Did you cry for your mother or your father? You can’t remember now. It didn’t matter. They had already shut the door, and the sound of your sister crying from behind it was the only noise that came through.

    Someone tied a rope around your wrists. You kicked, and the rope was jerked until you were standing on numb legs. You had no choice but to walk, to be dragged, as the demon held onto the other end and simply left the village without another word. You cried, you begged, you feverishly cried out to the people watching from behind the doors, to the elders who clutched their hands but watched you leave all the same.

    He took you. But he didn’t kill you, or have you, or even make you a tireless servant to his demonic whims. He simply expected you to pull your weight, or at least, that’s what the green imp--Jaken, you’d learned--told you was the expectation. So you helped to cook, you helped to mend clothes, you minded Rin. Nothing more or less than the others were expected to do.

    You were kept bound when not doing your chores for a few weeks. When he’d taken the rope off, you’d waited for the moment and run--not that you got far or got anything than a few more weeks with the rope for your troubles.

    You hadn’t tried to run for a while. It did no good. And the areas you’d traveled through were sometimes riddled with demons or wild animals that would surely kill someone such as yourself with little effort, should you try to make it on your own.

    With Sesshoumaru, you were fed. You got enough rest. You were protected. Not that you didn’t wish every day to return home, to sit with your family for meals, to chase your sister around and tease her to get her to laugh when she felt blue. Not that you didn’t hate being sometimes treated like a pest, like a dog, when it wasn’t your choice to be here in the first place. But at least you were still alive, still able to hope you would see your family again some day.

    A sigh from lips that weren’t your own draws you out of your memories, sweeping away the memory of that day and every day of captivity since like dirt being beaten out o f fabric.

    You open your eyes, grateful for the soft light in the cave, and see Sesshoumaru sitting across from you, his back up against the stone wall. Your head feels clearer, less foggy, less hot, thanks to the rag and you decide to sit up a bit. Laying down all the time makes you feel dizzy. He watches with no change in expression as you wiggle yourself into a higher position, wiggling yourself back on the mat until you’re resting against the wonderfully cool stone.

    You stare at each other for a few moments. The sound of the fire he’d set up further in the cave is low, crackling. You try to imagine him gathering wood, crouching low to do the mundane work that you and Rin and Jaken often did, and it seems ridiculous.

    You try to imagine these things in order to avoid asking a question that has been on your mind since the moment the ropes had chafed your wrists, the moment you’d been forced to stumble after him.

    But you can’t avoid it forever, and finally, you speak.

    “Why did you take me?”

    You would never dare to ask this question if the others were here, if Sesshoumaru hadn’t been tending to you, intimate and up close, for days. But the fever and the strangeness of the situation has made you feel clearheaded in a bold, perhaps too much so, way.

    He simply stares at you for a few moments, and you think that he will choose to ignore you until his gaze shifts almost imperceptibly to the side.

    “You were offered to me.”

    It is your turn to offer a passive noise. The answer he gives is is nothing. At least nothing that makes sense to you, makes sense of your situation.

    “Why didn’t you kill me, then?” Surely there was a reason, since he didn’t make you a hapless servant, either. “I was supposed to be a sacrifice.” Or you were meant to be. Instead he’s made you something altogether in-between. You weren’t worked to the bone or treated terribly, but you couldn’t leave. You weren’t killed, but you weren’t any more useful than his willing companions, either.

    You don’t get the answer you wanted. Or any answer at all. Instead, he merely scoffs, and stands up to leave the cave. He pauses at the entrance, waiting until you turn towards him to speak.

    “I will not take long.” He gestures towards the mat with one hand. “Go to sleep. And refrain from asking such stupid questions when you wake up.”

    #yandere sesshoumaru#yandere sesshomaru #sesshomaru x reader #yandere inu yasha #afterwitch writes #you were right 'non in the inbox!
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  • boldlyvangoghing
    20.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Kagome, Jinenji, and their birdie friends 🕊💕

    artist: jessica helmke

    #I got it beetches!!! #isn’t she BEAUTIFUL?? #ugh I’m in LOVE #infinity tattoo#Jessica helmke#tattoo#inu yasha#kagome#jinenji
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  • fandomobsessions016
    19.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Oh my stars! It’s already time for another chapter?! These days are going by so fast I almost forgot to post this!! XD 

    Thank you again for those that nominated this story for the Feudal Connection awards!! If you’re still enjoying the story please consider voting for it (voting begins April 29th). :D 

    Anyway, I know you’re here for the next chapter, so without further delay, I present Chapter Seven:

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/28979613/chapters/75257628

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

    @superpixie42

    @anisaanisa

    @senneth-pendra

    @liz8080

    @mymidnightnightmare

    @sistasecbhere

    @eringobroke

    @smmahamazing

    @horriblehowl

    @inussunflower

    @lemonlushff

    @caribmiko

    @arcprz

    @redflamesofpassion

    @hopidoodle

    @four-letter-girl

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  • fandomobsessions016
    19.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    Hi everyone!! I did a thing... I posted Chapter Three for (May)be Mine?!!! :)

    I hope you enjoy!! And I hope to have more for you soon!!! I’m still recovering so updates will likely still be sporadic for the time being. <3 

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/30032556/chapters/75951992

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

    @superpixie42

    @anisaanisa

    @senneth-pendra

    @liz8080

    @mymidnightnightmare

    @sistasecbhere

    @eringobroke

    @smmahamazing

    @horriblehowl

    @inussunflower

    @lemonlushff

    @caribmiko

    @arcprz

    @redflamesofpassion

    @hopidoodle

    @four-letter-girl

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  • aftertherain-doujinshi
    18.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    After the Rain ~ Page 07

    Sun is setting here on the last page of the "introduction" 😉

    Last week I uploaded the first free page on Webtoon and Animexx 😊

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  • fandomobsessions016
    18.04.2021 - 2 days ago

    *Dances around like a moron in her room* I’ve been slowly getting back to writing again!! And... and... I have some new stuff for (May)be Mine that is almost ready to post!! 

    Here's a little snippet for your viewing pleasureeeee. 

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    “Just kiss already!” Miroku yelled, facing Kagome and Inuyasha, ignoring Sango’s burning stare. 

    Kagome turned slowly, her gaze though slightly hazy from the liquor, still held a provocative gleam to it as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for the briefest of seconds before then looking back at Miroku, completely and totally unfazed by his outburst. “Oh… is that what you’d like?” She purred, tightening her grip on her half-demon best friend right before she turned to face him while simultaneously yanking Inuyasha down toward her, knowing that in his inebriated state his reflexes wouldn’t work fast enough to stop her. Her lips crashed into his as her hands moved swiftly, gripping his wrists so that he wouldn’t actually touch her and risk losing their bets.  

    Sango and Miroku gaped, mulberry and violet eyes blowing out wide in shock as Inuyasha unabashedly reciprocated, not giving a fucking damn that his hands were out of play because, well, Kagome tasted far better than she looked, even if the lingering acidity of the tequila tainted her tongue. 

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    SEE YOU SOON LOVES. 

    *Cackles to herself with big, happy eyes and way too many secret plans for the future.*

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

    #six sentence sunday #kisses #don't call it a comeback #workinprogress#wip#inuyasha#inu-yasha#inu yasha#kagome#Kagome Higurashi#inukag#inu kag #inuyasha x kagome #Kagome X Inuyasha #inu yasha x kagome #miroku#mirsan#sango #iy sugar and spice #fanfic#inuyasha fanfiction#inuyashafanfic#fandom obsessions#inuyasha fandom
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  • inu-yasha
    18.04.2021 - 2 days ago
    #inuyasha#inu yasha#anti inukag#anti kagome#my answers #really thanks for the ask #I won't forget ppl who were InuKag/Kagome fans and now they don't like her and them... just some ppl wrote to me on DA #so.... kagome lost some fans too. #it's BIG LOOOL
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  • inu-yasha
    17.04.2021 - 3 days ago
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  • inu-yasha
    17.04.2021 - 4 days ago

    I have to write this because I finally got a justice that did not think it would come with double force.

    YashaHime is a really bad sequel, however, one thing is good.

    InuK@g stans complaining about what Sunrise did to their "fantastic" ship.

    These are beautiful salty tears! Something wonderful!

    I am very happy with how InuK@g was treated in this sequel, this pair deserved it, their fans also deserved it.

    In the past their stans, they humiliated me, they insulted me just because I'm a Kikyou / InuKik fan,now they are crying salty tears, they are complaining because their junk ship has been treated in such a bad way.

    And now I'm laughing

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  • fandomobsessions016
    16.04.2021 - 4 days ago

    More from the vault!! :) Enjoy this garbage XD

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

    Pizza arrived on time. Sango had looked at me funny when I brought it in. I was wondering if she saw the humor in it now that she and Miroku were going at it again. 

    “Seriously?! This is why you need to stop fucking every woman in a twenty mile radius!” Sango yelled, hands waving wildly and her magenta eyes looking more red than usual. 

    “What does my sex life have to do with our jobs?! We’re all adults here!” Miroku fired back. His demeanor was calm, though his tone was not. He and Sango had gone round this bend before. Many times. And likely would many more. 

    I just sat there, watching the two argue, eating the pizza I ordered. Their slices were definitely cold by now. They had been arguing for about twenty minutes so far about Miroku’s “hobbies.” We hadn’t once even brought up my incident or what Sango had learned or what Miroku may already know. I was going to give them a few more minutes before I said something. Dinner and a show, and all that. 

    “You weren’t answering your phone! That impacts the job!” Sango roared. “What if I or Inuyasha needed back up?! Is Koharu’s vagina really that important to you?!”

    “First of all, I wasn’t with Koharu! Second, I answered the second time Inuyasha called! Third, it was supposed to be an easy fight! Why would I worry?” Miroku yelled back.

    “Oh, I’m so sorry you fuck so many women I can’t keep track of who you’re with these days! And, Inuyasha was ambushed! Hence why you need to answer your fucking phone!” Sango stepped up, her finger poking Miroku in the chest multiple times to emphasize her points. 

    “Well what the fuck happened?!” Miroku exclaimed. He and Sango then turned toward me. Looks like the fun was over, time to get down to business. 

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  • fandomobsessions016
    15.04.2021 - 5 days ago
    #live like a dream #inuyasha#inu-yasha#inu yasha#inukag#inu kag#kagome#Kagome Higurashi #inuyasha x kagome #Kagome X Inuyasha #inu yasha x kagome #fanfic#inuyasha fanfiction#inuyashafanfic
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  • fandomobsessions016
    15.04.2021 - 5 days ago

    Okay, we all know I'm behind on things (everything...) BUT today is @clearwillow's birthday!!! So, in honor of the anniversary of your existence I would like to present more garbage I have created with you in mind!!

    I have no idea when this will be finished lol but I am very excited to share with you the very beginnings of my next monster fluff ball.

    I HOPE YOUR BDAY IS AMAZING GIRL.

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

    “Ugh, just put a baby in me already,” she whispered to herself, chocolate eyes glued to the man as he walked by, coffee in her hand hovering a centimeter in front of her mouth as all her senses fell away in favor of the tunnel vision that was his image as it consumed her whilst she stared.

    Truthfully, it wasn’t his obsidian hair that was straight out of a shampoo commercial or his dark eyes that held the secrets to a life she wanted to become intimately familiar with, it wasn’t even his toned build that was very obviously there despite being partially hidden by his red hoodie. No, all of that paled in comparison to the raw familiarity she felt toward someone she was positive she hadn’t met before. It was a pull that was so strong she found her feet stepping toward him before she even knew she was moving.

    Kagome bit down on her bottom lip, heart racing in her chest, his essence calling out to her. She weaved around the other people in the coffee shop, gaze locked on him and only him. Never, in her entire life, had she been so bold or even contemplated such a bold introduction as she was attempting. She just… she needed to speak to him and talk to him and take him home and —

    “Hi,” she blurted out, stopping next to him abruptly, a million mental images still occupying all the available space in her brain.

    His eyes widened incrementally before he turned to face her, the tiniest - almost imperceptible - twitch of his nose making her heart skip a beat. Kagome watched as if he moved in slow motion. Her mouth parted in a muted gasp as she took in the full view of his face. She swallowed down her immediate desire as quietly as possible, internally reminding herself to give him a normal smile.

    “Uh, hi…” he muttered, blinking quickly at her, thick black brows coming together with a small scowl.

    Kagome’s head tilted to the side, trying to make sense of the expression on his face. It was a mix of fear and timidness, but the most surprising emotion to her was how despite the otherwise lack of interest his frown expressed his eyes betrayed him - they were nothing short of enraptured. So, she ignored the scowl and the frown, because she just knew that he was as intrigued as she was.

    “Kagome,” she purred, maintaining her gaze with his and extending her free hand.

    He broke their intense stare for a moment looking at her hand awkwardly before painfully taking a step away from her.

    “What’s your name?” Kagome continued, unperturbed and too determined to care. She needed to know him… more than she needed air or food or water.

    He swallowed thickly, nose twitching again, dark eyes coming back to hers. He looked borderline panicked. It was strange, confusing, and something Kagome determined she would deal with later. His name took priority. She had to fucking know it… It was suddenly more important than her job that she was now running late to. It was more important than the decorum that had been engrained into her for decades. It was just… too important to let him slip by.

    Kagome stood, unmoving, unwavering, waiting for his answer. She watched the doubt and the apprehension flit across his features before he came to a decision. “I-Inuyasha.”

    Inuyasha.

    Her smile exploded across her face. She lovedit. His name played on a loop in her head, Inuyasha, Inuyasha, Inuyasha, over and over in a sing-song voice that just made her brain melt. It was an odd name, but it fit him, sort of like the strange beads around his neck. He stood tall but his posture was on guard, ready to pounce at any moment. His nose twitches and big expressive eyes reminded her of a puppy. But he was lean and fierce in an almost feral way that was slightly dangerous and yet… Kagome couldn’t imagine him hurting a fly in her presence.

    His frown deepened at her intense smile. Normal people didn’t smile at him like that after learning his name. Normal people looked at him like he was a weirdo, which, they weren’t wrong. And… to her credit, Inuyasha knew that Kagome wasn’t just anyone.

    He knew she wasn’t normal.

    Kagome was cursed.

    She just… she didn’t know that yet. If anything, she looked more than willing to dive headfirst into the hell that was her predestined life. If he was fully honest with himself, Inuyasha knew that he shouldn’t have gone into that coffee shop at all. Kagome stopped by everymorning. It was her routine, without fail. She always grabbed a coffee and he could tell by the preparation of her drink and/or which treat she ordered to go with it what her mood was.

    That morning she hadn’t ordered anything, just her normal coffee. That meant that she had slept well, had woken up on time, and had breakfast at her apartment. That was a relief to see. The week prior she’d ordered a muffin and a bacon and egg breakfast sandwich. Muffins typically indicated that she was seeking external comfort because something was hurting or upsetting her. That breakfast sandwich - full of grease, cheese, and bacon - was reserved for baddays. And she’d ordered both of them two days in a row.

    That was, in fact, the reason he’d actually taken the step of going in the coffee shop that morning. He just… he needed to make sure she was okay.

    It had been a relief to see her walk away from the counter with just a coffee and it had been heaven to pick up her scent. Normally, when he kept a safe distance, he could get little glimpses of it. Sure, he’d recognize heranywhere, but there was something so special, so unique about her scent when it was fresh, barely trailing off of her as she moved versus an old, vague mist in the air that he strained to get a hit off of.

    Getting close had been his mistake. She-she wasn’t supposedto address him or even really notice him. But she had. He’d seen her pause across the shop before slowly turning to stare at him. It had taken all of Inuyasha’s willpower to remain fixed ahead, pretending that he hadn’t noticed her, that she wasn’t all he thought about day in and day out ever since that first time…

    But she had seen him and she hadn’t so much as hemmed or hawed over her decision. Kagome had spotted him and immediately made her way over, getting closer to him than she’d ever been, intoxicating him with her scent that was just unbelievable up close. Inuyasha had almost choked on its splendor and brilliance.

    He’d taken a step back because he had needed to, but she still stood there. Watching him, smiling up at him. He’d imagined this moment in his head for months, if not years. He’d imagined her smile and wondered what it would look like if they ever met. Her reaction was so much brighter than he had anticipated. Her chocolate eyes so warm and inviting, so happy to see him. Her smile so broad and beautiful as it decorated the face he wanted to hold and kiss until the end of time itself. His name from her lips was the most amazing melody.

    And he had to leave… immediately.

    They weren’t supposed to meet…

    Not then… not ever.

    He’d violated the rules.

    Kagome looked away, nibbling on her bottle lip lightly, almost eliciting an audible groan from Inuyasha. He knew that look, that action. Kagome bit her lip for several reasons, nervousness, lost in thought and contemplation, and, rarely, because she was excited. He’d seen that look one other time when a human came up to her over the summer at a beer garden. Inuyasha had hated that fucker the moment he walked up to Kagome, but she had been immediately thrilled. He noticed it in the devious glint in her eye and the way her scent became that much more intense.

    It excited and pained him that she was biting her lip in that way, right then, as she reached inside her bag because he knew he needed to walk away and vanish from her life completely. But he didn’t want to. She… she was attracted to him.

    Kagome… wanted him.

    No one wanted him. Not his brother. Not society. No one.

    Even Kagome, he realized, might not actually want him. Not once she learned the truth.

    “Here,” she murmured, pulling out a business card and pen. He watched her jot something down before flipping it over and extending it toward him. “I have to get going, but, uh, I’d love to see you again.”

    Inuyasha should have declined, he knewthat.

    He should have told her he was busy or only in town for a few days or something. But when he opened his mouth, lie ready and waiting, something else entirely possessed him. “Yes…” he murmured.

    Her cheeks tinged pink, her eyes still looking up at him - through him - with unfettered joy. “Call me,” she instructed, stepping back slowly, her gaze still on him, hesitant to put any distance between them, but pulled away from him by obligations and responsibilities.

    Inuyasha swallowed thickly as her figure disappeared through the crowd, out of the coffee shop and down the road he knew she took to work every day. He looked down briefly at the business card in hand, her personal number written on the back with a smiley face and heart. He exhaled loudly then marched out of the coffee shop. Inuyasha never really intended on getting anything for himself… he had just needed to see her.

    And… well… now he needed to call her… because that was not enough.

    #HAPPY BIRTHDAY #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLEARWILLOW #get it gurl #kisses#inuyasha#inukag#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha x kagome #inu-yasha #kagome x inuyasha #fanfic #inuyasha fan art
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  • fandomobsessions016
    12.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Just thinking about my OTP and wondering what new garbage I can toss them in for the sake of entertainment and fluff.... how’s your day going?? 🤣🤣

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  • fandomobsessions016
    12.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LOL YA’LL READY FOR THIS WEEK’S SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT?? This was a fun chapter to write and I cannot wait for you all to read it next week!!! 

    THANK YOU AGAIN TO THOSE THAT NOMINATED the deception FOR THE FC AWARDS!! 😭🥰😭🥰

    Just so you all can see a glimpse into what’s coming next week, here’s a snippet:

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    Miroku sighed heavily, shifting his gaze over to Kagome. "You told her about you and Inuyasha?"

    "Yeah," she replied weakly.

    He nodded slowly in response, turning over Sango's statement in his mind before facing her again. Wordlessly, he grabbed one of the shots he'd filled and tossed it back. He re-filled it then looked between the two women, who were watching him closely for his answer. Each seeking a different response. "Okay," Miroku finally exclaimed, "yeah. What's the plan? How are we doing this?"

    Sango cheered while Kagome abruptly got to her feet, eyes wide and mouth gaping. "Are you mental?!" Kagome hissed, "you're both insane! This is insane! You know that right?" She looked between both of her friends, wondering when exactly they had each lost their goddam minds because thiswas not fucking happening! This was crazy! Absurd! Wrong!

    Full shot glass in hand, Sango walked over to Kagome and deposited it in her palm. "Drink," was her only command, as she stared down at her friend.

    Miroku followed Sango's lead, grabbing the two remaining shots and keeping one for himself as he handed off the other to Sango.

    "Why are you encouraging her?!" Kagome spat, instead aiming her vitriol at him.

    "Because, I happen to like your friend, a lot. She's very smart and very observant. And… because my best friend has never been happier than when he was with you. We both know that, I mean, even Koga can fucking figure that much out.”

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    Gifs/Spoilers are below the cut. 

    See you next week. 

    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions 

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  • fandomobsessions016
    12.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Hi guys!! So with this Six Sentence Sunday, I also wanted to provide an update on my health. I'm still recovering and have a few more doctors appointments coming up. Good news is that most of my symptoms and issues have been/are being addressed so all that's left is to make sure we have isolated the causes and make sure they don't recur so that I can make a full recovery!!

    I'm probably going to continue to be a little absent for things for a bit longer while juggling the doctors appointments and real life responsibilities, but I promise I'm not purposely ignoring anyone!!

    I'm getting some of my energy back, which has been really great and I"m looking forward to getting back with regular updated for Cinnamon Hearts and (May)be Mine?. At this time though, those two are still on hiatus. I've been working on them little by little and so I wanted to share two smaller segments from things to come for them!

    Thank you again for all the love, support, and understanding while I deal with all of this!!

    Cinnamon Hearts

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    “Uh, what the hell are you wearing?” He muttered, blinking rapidly and pointing at really the lack of clothing I had on.

    “A bathing suit… and cover up,” I gritted out, my lungs practically wringing out the air in my chest while all blood rushed to my pale cheeks giving them far too much color for going to a pool party with your best friend.

    He opened his mouth again to speak before evidently deciding against it and turning down toward the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and followed him down, watching him swipe two boxes of cinnamon hearts before returning to my side.

    “Jeez, two?” I joked with him, heading out of the house.

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    (May)be Mine?

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    “Keep your hands up,” he snarled into her ear.

    “But-”

    “We agreed,” Inuyasha hissed.

    Kagome sucked on her bottom lip, gradually turning her head so that she was facing him, lips millimeters from his lips, his breath tickling and flushing her cheeks, her sapphire eyes melting into his as he looked at her with nothing short of a wanton heat forcing her heart to thunder in her chest like a race horse breaking through the gate. Except… she was still locked in the start position. ‘Or…’

    Smirking, she brushed her lips against his, speaking to him in a seductive whisper, her hands gripping his hips and pulling him flush against her while she pressed into him.

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    xoxo

    Fandom Obsessions

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  • fandomobsessions016
    09.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Back on my shit with more from le vault! 

    Snippet is below the cut. Let me know if you want more of this guy. 😘😘

    xoxo 

    Fandom Obsessions 

    “What happened this time?”

    Ugh, I am not in the mood to deal with whatever mood she is in right now. In fact, I’m not really in the mood to deal with her at all. Today had to have been one of the worst in my career. And I’ve had literal holes burned through my abdomen, I’m talking all the way through. So, believe me when I say today fucking sucked and dealing with Sango and her misplaced anger were not particularly high on my list of priorities. First and foremost, a shower was needed. 

    “Hello? Inuyasha!” Sango snapped, hands precariously hanging off her hips. “I’m talking to you!”

    “What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes, trying - and failing apparently - to communicate to her my total apathy for the situation at hand. Still, her gaze was steadfast and deadly. Those magenta eyes will bore straight through you with deadly precision if you weren’t careful. Sango was not to be fucked with, which was another reason I was not interested in that conversation. She was pissed. From the moment I walked through the damn door her jaw had been clenched, shoulders rigid, and hands balled into fists. My guess? Miroku was being a dumbass again. He either tried to grab her or had successfully grabbed another female. At least, that’s what usually set her off. 

    “What? You’re covered in blood and two hours late!” She screeched. “This was supposed to be a simple mission! You said you didn’t need us!”

    “Well it got complicated!” 

    “What does that mean?” Sango pressed, stepping forward and getting in my personal space. Most people were afraid to get close to me, what with the gold eyes, fangs, claws, demonic nature in general. Not Sango though. She’d never been afraid and likely never would be. Sango didn’t need to be afraid of me. She was one of the best demon slayers around. She could more than hold her own in 99.99% of battles. A bona fide badass. 

    “We were given faulty intelligence.” I snarled. “It was a set up. Doesn’t matter, all the fuckers are dead.”

    Now she was more than pissed. She inhaled sharply, deeply, trying to steady herself and calm down. This was not the first time shit had hit the fan in such a spectacular manner recently. In fact, it was happening a lot more than normal. 

    Why was this day garbage? Because it was a turning point. We couldn’t ignore it any longer. Something was up. Something was different. And we were behind the curve. In a world full of monstrous demons and depraved humans, being behind the curve typically meant death or torture. 

    In sum: this was bad. 

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  • fishonastickx
    09.04.2021 - 1 week ago

    Another piece of mine that I did for an art trade for someone on insta.

    You can find me on insta @fishonastick_art

    #digital drawing #my art crap #my art i guess #my art#inuyasha#inu yasha #inu yasha fanart
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