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If I threw out some random writing challenges/prompts, would anyone be interested in participating? There are so many talented writers in our little fandom, I’m curious to see what they could do with a challenge like “write a story composed only of dialogue.”
Late entry for @feudal-prompts day seven friends to lovers.
“How are you feeling today, Sango?” Kagome scooted the plate of brownies closer to her friend’s side of the coffee table as she sat beside her on the oversized maroon loveseat.
Sango stared into her cider, wishing it were whiskey.
A/N: Sorry it’s late! I wanted to keep going with this, but I’m trying to do this in two parts. AU where Sango joins Kagme in the modern world after Naraku is defeated.
“So every morning this alarm-” Kagome held the clicking pink object close to her face, holding Sango’s gaze with severity, “-is going to go off. It’s going to make a loud ‘Beep! Beep!’ sound.”
Sango’s brows crashed together in suspicion as she continued to listen with a nod.
“Then after you’ve woken up, you’re going to put this uniform on.” She gestured to the blue and white wardrobe on the bed. “It’s the same set of clothes you’re going to wear for school every day.”
Sango’s hand fluttered to her collarbone, smoothing over the polka-dotted fluffy material Kagome had let her borrow, suddenly missing her slayer outfit. “It doesn’t seem very uh…” Her other hand reached down to inspect the short checkered skirt. “Practical for every day.”
“Don’t worry,” Kagome tugged on the stay piece of hair that dangled by Sango’s ear to gravitate her attention back. “There aren’t any demons on this side of the well.”
With a reassuring smile, Kagome winked coyly and Sango let out a breathy reassured laugh.
“And where do I sleep?”
“With me, of course.”
Sango glanced at the floor and curled her toes into the slippers at her feet, with a dust of cherry over her cheeks. “You sure this is all okay?”
Kagome pushed her forehead into the one of the newest enrolled student at Tokyo Gakuen High School and felt her grin grow secretive and small. “It’s perfect.”
title: girlhood
pairing: kagsan
summary: youth can take it’s toll.
a/n: written for @feudal-prompts, day 7: kagsan; friends to lovers. i tried, i really did. hopefully it’s not too bad! :’)
While we’re still young, Kagome says, we can love one another.
Sango agrees, only half-aware of what Kagome means, but understands all the same. Like Sango, Kagome has already died once; unlike Sango, Kagome died as Kikyou, in a different body, in different bones, beneath a different sky. Sango died as herself, and came back the same way; was not offered the luxury of a new name and new life and new memories. Sango is herself twice over, grave and all, so she knows all about the fleeting nature of brevity.
A/N: @feudal-prompts Kagsan: friends to lovers. I am very, very insecure about this, but it would be a waste not to share it after all the trouble I went to write it lol. I wanted to follow canon and leave them as in character as possible, so this will be a slow build. (This means I didn’t just strip them of their love for Inuyasha and Miroku.)
4110 words.
“Papa,” Mai called suddenly, tugging at her father’s pants. “Who’s that woman gathering flowers over there?”
Hajime stopped walking, creasing his brow. Upon seeing the woman his daughter spoke of, his expression softened—saddened. “She’s a priestess, my love.”
Mai frowned, tilting her head. “But she seems so sad!” The girl turned to look at her father. “Why? She’s so pretty, and the day is nice… ”
Hajime smiled at her words, his eyes warming. “You are right, but sometimes…” He sighed, observing the priestess as she stood up with a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots. “Sometimes, that’s not enough.”
The woman smiled briefly at them before walking away.
“The last one was a little sad, too,” Mai remarked. “Are they always like this?”
Hajime blinked, taken aback by Mai’s observant nature. His eyes roamed her face before turning to where the priestess had been. “We’ve had sad priestesses here, it’s true,” he conceded. “But not because they are priestesses.” Hajime exhaled, feeling the years and the wisdom weighing on him. “It’s because they are women who lost someone they loved.”
A/N: @feudal-prompts Kagsan: friends to lovers. I am very, very insecure about this, but it would be a waste not to share it after all the trouble I went to write it lol. I wanted to follow canon and leave them as in character as possible, so this will be a slow build. (This means I didn’t just strip them of their love for Inuyasha and Miroku.)
4110 words.
“Papa,” Mai called suddenly, tugging at her father’s pants. “Who’s that woman gathering flowers over there?”
Hajime stopped walking, creasing his brow. Upon seeing the woman his daughter spoke of, his expression softened—saddened. “She’s a priestess, my love.”
Mai frowned, tilting her head. “But she seems so sad!” The girl turned to look at her father. “Why? She’s so pretty, and the day is nice… ”
Hajime smiled at her words, his eyes warming. “You are right, but sometimes…” He sighed, observing the priestess as she stood up with a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots. “Sometimes, that’s not enough.”
The woman smiled briefly at them before walking away.
“The last one was a little sad, too,” Mai remarked. “Are they always like this?”
Hajime blinked, taken aback by Mai’s observant nature. His eyes roamed her face before turning to where the priestess had been. “We’ve had sad priestesses here, it’s true,” he conceded. “But not because they are priestesses.” Hajime exhaled, feeling the years and the wisdom weighing on him. “It’s because they are women who lost someone they loved.”
Judex Crederis - day 5: Disney AU/Hunckback of Notre Dome AU
He leapt.
Released the moldings he trusted enough to call friends, greeted the rush of air, smoke, and scald without a second thought. He didn’t comprehend another thing until she was free from the pyre and in his arms and then the only word to pierce through the dizzying fog of his mind was
SANCTUARY.
Hey-oh! Back from the dead to bring you some Hunchback (Demon?) of Notre Dome AU! I took some liberties with my adaptation, especially near the end. It gets a little dark. And scary. So be warned! I also have an interesting idea of what Inuyasha in Quasimodo’s shoes would be like. And as for Esmeralda…well, you’ll see. That being said, as a flex of my writing chops I used this opportunity to weave biblical bits into my literary endeavor here. I hope it was successful!
A/N: @feudal-prompts Sea Life, yes!! I decided to go with another ship today, guys. ;)
1085 words.
She was being dragged to the deck of the ship by one of the ugliest demons she’d ever laid eyes upon. You should start panicking, she told herself, but still didn’t utter a sound nor made a move to escape. Or start praying.
“Don’t even think about it, miss,” the demon warned, tightening his grip on her arm. “We’re in the middle of the sea.”
I wasn’t thinking about it.
She regarded his huge face, his blue eyes and sharp teeth. He looked like a type of wolf, the kind which lived in the woods back home, but she couldn’t be sure.
Home. It seemed such a distant dream.
“Wha-What is your name?” She asked impulsively. He didn’t seem like a particularly hostile creature; dangerous, yes, but not vicious.
The wolf blinked, seemingly taken aback. “R-Ryokan.” He stuttered. Then, shyly, “And what is yours?”
She smiled in spite of herself. The grip on her arm loosened a little.
Inuyasha’s hands are soft and smooth and pink like the underbelly of a seashell.
He laughs openly and loudly, even when others are laughing at him, chasing anything that moves and breaking all of life’s rules with little repercussion and zero consequence.
“Mama,” he says hoarsely one night after screaming all day in the forest with his imaginary friends. “Why can’t I play inside the courtyard with the other boys?”
“Because my love,” she sings soft but stern, whilst plucking a green leaf from his moonlight hair. “You are not a boy.”
“What am I?”
“My little prince.”
Inuyasha’s hands are stained red and black and he opens his mouth wide to sob but a growl echoes out instead.
“Demon!” The round boy with the dark hair who taunts him from within the courtyard gates snatches the words from his lips and wails angrily. “You almost killed me!” Saliva falls from the sides of his mouth in dribbles and mixes with the cocktail of tears and blood and dirt on the floor.
“No I didn’t,” Inuyasha cries later into his mother’s lap. “I just pushed him, Mama. I promise.” He shakes all over like the tiny finch he captured once and kept in his grasp until he decided to set it free. “I promise!”
“I know, my little prince,” she swallows back a lump at the base of her throat as she overhears chains and heavy footsteps near the front patio. “I know.”
Inuyasha’s hands are tied behind his back and he wants to break free but the moon is gone from the sky.
“Not so strong anymore, are you demon?”
“I’m not a demon!” He screams, but the air is pressed from his lungs in a short burst as a fist goes into the soft skin of his belly.
“You’re right,” the tall boy in the center of the group kneels to face him with a purposeful sneer. “You’re nothing.”
Inuyasha screams and his mother hears him but they’re both too restrained to do anything about it- so their hearts break in tandem instead.
Inuyasha’s hands are covering his eyes because this isn’t real, none of this is real, and he’ll wake up in the morning and cuddle close into his mother’s breast and listen to her very beating heart until he falls back asleep.
Inuyasha’s hands are cut and swollen, because he’s decided to pick a fight with the bee hive again.
“Stupid bees,” he kicks a rock and glares as it tumble into the stream. When it reaches the surface and sinks into the current, he watches the ripples bounce off each other like lovers in a quarrel until they disappear.
He crouches into the dirt and stares at his reflection mirrored back at him on the clear facade of the river. His cheeks are covered in stings that will heal by tomorrow, and dirt and soot and grime.
He tries to make out the face of the Little Prince that his mother called to in the dawn when it was time to come home.
But he sees Nothing instead.
Inuyasha’s hands are calloused and hard like the rough exterior of an oyster trying to protect his own.
His stomach is full with the life of the forest, and his thirst is quenched by the milk of the land. His eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and his hair flies free and loose in the wind as he runs and chases and kills.
He’s stopped looking at his reflection, he’s stopped thinking of his mother, and he knows now his place in the order of things.
King of everything and nothing but himself.
Inuyasha’s hands fall to his side as he’s killed by the first woman he has ever loved.
And with a smile stretched thin on his lips, he decides that this is a fine way as any to go.
Inuyasha’s hands are carefully placing his robe on the reincarnation’s shoulders, wondering all the while to himself what on earth compelled him to show such leniency.
Inuyasha’s hands are unpracticed and stumble as they place the bandage on the demon slayer’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” she mumbles quietly but Inuyasha is still getting used to being appreciated and he stutters back a-
“Whatever.”
Inuyasha’s hands are holding the monk's closed tightly,
“You idiot!” He screams as he risks himself to save this one man's life.
Inuyasha’s hands are reaching far into the abyss, knowing without knowing that he will see her again.
Inuyasha’s hands are holding a smaller version of his own, warm and vulnerable and pink like the underbelly of a seashell.
“Prince,” he sings to him when no one is around to hear. “My little prince.”
Judex Crederis - day 5: Disney AU/Hunckback of Notre Dome AU
He leapt.
Released the moldings he trusted enough to call friends, greeted the rush of air, smoke, and scald without a second thought. He didn’t comprehend another thing until she was free from the pyre and in his arms and then the only word to pierce through the dizzying fog of his mind was
SANCTUARY.
Hey-oh! Back from the dead to bring you some Hunchback (Demon?) of Notre Dome AU! I took some liberties with my adaptation, especially near the end. It gets a little dark. And scary. So be warned! I also have an interesting idea of what Inuyasha in Quasimodo’s shoes would be like. And as for Esmeralda…well, you’ll see. That being said, as a flex of my writing chops I used this opportunity to weave biblical bits into my literary endeavor here. I hope it was successful!
As always, you can find me @shinjiteflorana
Might I suggest a soundtrack?
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Judex crederis
The world was spinning
Faster than the wheel at the Festival of Fools, just as dizzying and twice as nauseating.
Moments ago he was in chains. Moments ago guilt held him faster than the cast iron that burned at his joints, cold as the ice encasing his heart.
Moments ago the verses of Judges sped through his mind as he watched the flames encircle her below, raven hair loose and billowing as plumes of smoke coughed around her.
“And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray—one last time O God, that I may be at once avenged.” The prayer whispered off his lips as he rose up to brace at the length of his chains, ashen hair whipping his face like a scourge.
He braced against his shackles, feeling the impossible weight of them and again continued to pray as he began to pull.
“And Samson took hold of the two mighty pillars upon which the house stood, and on which it was borne up, of the one with his right hand, and of the other with his left…”
The tower around him vibrated with the strain. His domed friends above reverberated a low and deep hum, enough to fall over the city. Unbeknownst to him, eyes rose from the crowd around the spectacle below. Notre Dome herself was weeping…or perhaps, as the chime seeped into their marrow, it was ringing with fury.
Burning pain in his wrists. Then give.
“…And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein!”
The ending verse left his lips in a howl of pain as he felt the columns themselves give before the chains, the marble rubble collapsing around him.
His head was pounding as he crawled his way from his burial. Stones he pushed away were stained red and he tasted blood. Then, bolting forward,
He leapt.
Released the moldings he trusted enough to call friends, greeted the rush of air, smoke, and scald without a second thought. He didn’t comprehend another thing until she was free from the pyre and in his arms and then the only word to pierce through the dizzying fog of his mind was
SANCTUARY.
And it was this he screamed as he stood to his full height, back crying out in pain as much as his aching lungs. The posture was foreign to him, conditioned from years of crawling through the cramped heights of the bell tower. His eyes were wild and inhumanly glowed with fire dancing around him on all sides, framed by the grotesques and gargoyles, as if he himself was one come to life, gypsy held aloft like a Virgin idle.
But this same prison that forced him to prowl like a devil he named SACTUARY and into it he crawled, depositing the woman he had defied everything he knew for into the cot he considered a bed.
“You’re safe now, you’re going to be fine.” He assured, words sounding brittle off his tongue as he rushed to shut the door, to check the windows. He was met with no response.
His slit eyes flew back to her.
The world was spinning.
“…Sango?”
Faster than the wheel at the Festival of Fools where he first met her. As St. Veronica wiped the face of Jesus in his passion, so she pitied him and showed him kindness at his humiliation.
“Sango…answer me Sango! Hey!” he shook her, as roughly as he dared, mocha skin pale and wrists cold. He hovered a thickly calloused hand over her parted lips and held his breath.
“Hmm…that’s strange. I don’t see any…”
“What?”
“Demon lines. Not a single. One.”
“Keh. Well either you’re a fake or I wore them off. I mean…I mean, look at me.”
Green eyes. Piercing.
“I am.”
She wasn’t breathing.
“No…”
No. No no no no no what have I done what have I done.
“Sango, no, you’re not…Sango…”
The world was churning, flipping past like so many pages of the Holy Book. Thoughts of Jairus’ daughter, the widow Nain’s son—memorized limericks from John, Mark and Luke, and a lament on the sister of Lazarus’s lips that matched his own. For where was God if she was dead.
“Talitha cumi.” he begged.
His throat was tight. Her bare arm, thin and pale in his grip, was cool. His vision blurred. Guilt. Greif like he’d never felt before, rising past his chin and over his head.
Suffocating.
He collapsed to his knees by her side.
And InuYasha wept.
Behind him, the door he neglected to bar creaked open. It meant nothing to him, even as the soft clip of footsteps approached. He had already failed. What more could the Devil take.
The tremors passing through him stopped when he felt the hand lay itself on his shoulder. At the touch he felt it rise. That horrible blackness, sticky and oozing, tunneling his vision and separating him from God. At any other time he would be on the floor prostrating himself with the desperate supplication that the Lord not let the Devil take him. But today he stayed still, mimicking the snarling beasts of stone that defended his home.
“You killed her.” He was unsure if he truly spoke the words or only saw them floating in the bubbling black rising from the cliffs of his mind. As the deep voice beside him answered, he must have.
“As was my duty, horrible as it was. She was corrupted by witchcraft. Still, hard as it may seem, there is joy to be had in fulfilling what Justice demands, my child. I suggest you try to find it, as I do. For it is written, “Follow justice and justice alone, so that you may live and possess the land the Lord your God offers you.”
With a sickening pop, the black tar advanced upon his mind further.
“Justice?” He seethed.
“Yes, InuYasha.” The hand slipped from his back. The dark form craned above him to better observe the limp body he was collapsed beside. “As it is written: “Does God pervert justice? Does the Almighty pervert what is right?” and again, “It is unthinkable.””
The fangs encaged within his mouth felt too big, clenched tight enough to ache.
“You are not God.” He forced out.
He heard the flourish of loose fabric as the robed man raised his arms next to him, but refused to turn his head to look. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe as the darkness leaching from the corners of his mind continued to envelope him.
““Because of the love of your God for Israel and his desire to uphold them forever, he has made you king over them, to maintain justice and righteousness.” I have been “laden with the judgment due the wicked,” InuYasha. “Judgment and justice have taken hold of” me.”
Again his wretched sharp tongue filleted the righteous Word. He raised his head when he next spoke, voice rising as he played Naraku’s game.
“Can someone who hates justice govern?” He felt the priest flinch at the words of Job being used against him. It was Naraku’s turn to lower his voice.
“Would you discredit my justice? Would you condemn me to justify yourself?” he pulled from the same book, reciting the passage like a gavel poised. “The lips of a king speak as an oracle, and his mouth does not betray justice.”
“You are no king.” InuYasha seethed, voice like growling flame. “Nor God, nor truly a priest!” He straightened from his despair, a deadly gravel edging into his words that could only be described as demonic. “You’re a murderer.”
“Anathema.” Was his verdict.
A sense of danger stood InuYasha’s hairs on end. Instinctually, propelled by the black he had let all but consume him, he spun, catching a dagger he had no knowledge of before it plunged through his back.
The mad look on Naraku’s face melted into a blank expression of shock and he released the dagger. Naraku stepped back and InuYasha watched as his black eyes roamed over his face, before his brows set low on his face and his mouth into a sneer.
“Demon.”
And InuYasha could feel it. Never had he let this part of him, this dark and deadly part, take him over so fully. His fangs felt heavy and big in his mouth. His vision and mind burned. Everything about him felt more deadly. Unbeknownst to him, his appearance reflected this. Eyes like bleeding rubies, two jagged knife-lines of purple along his cheeks. And above all, from a whisper to a commanding shout was the urge to hurt.
To slice and maim, and oh how he would enjoy it. He could imagine it, the warm spray of blood, the acrid smell of it misting in the air. How good it would feel to sink his teeth into the nervous neck on the man in front of him. How effortless it would be. The vice rising off the man was an aromatic bouquet. His mouth positively watered at the banquet set before him.
“Have you finally given into possession, InuYasha? Even though you’ve fought your wicked nature so long…”
“Come then.” His voice was foreign in his ears, laced and layered, his mind now many minds, all whispering sweet nothing of what wonderful suffering he could bestow upon this man. “Rebuke us, Priest. Cast us out.” His tongue ran along the sharp point of his teeth. “Chariton. Fake. Sinner. You have no power over us.”
InuYasha watched, confined to look on himself as an observer of his mind and body, mutely beholding what had once been his own hands as they reached out and grasped Naraku’s robes. As he raised the dark fabric and man within them, he realized he had no control now, his body forsaken to this other.
“Thus saith the Lord; I will unleash a stormy wind in my wrath; and there shall be torrents in mine anger, and great hailstones in my fury to consume it.”
The legion egged him on. A thousand voices corrupting verses as they spilled into his head, fed him encouragement to take that first, gratifying bite.
“Arise, O Lord, in thine anger; rise up against the fury of mine enemies. Awake, my God; decree Justice.”
“Inu…Yasha…”
For a brief moment, the cacophony of voices in his head silenced at the soft words.
“InuYasha…no…”
His head turned to meet emerald eyes, barely parted. Sango’s hand opened limply toward him, weakly reaching.
“She lives…!” words from in front of him now, along with the slick sound of unsheathing iron. His head whipped back to Naraku, in time to catch the forgotten blade across the face. He howled in pain, the legion of voices erupting once more in his head, impossibly doubling in volume of assault. He wanted to scream.
Naraku pushed out of InuYasha’s grasp. Rising to his full height he approached Sango with blade raised.
Inuyasha pounced, crashing against wall, cot, and man. The shortsword clattered to the ground. He had him pinned now.
Helpless.
Kill him, Kill him! The legion demanded.
Hands tipped with claws like knifes dug into Naraku’s neck. Blood from the fresh gash across InuYasha’s left eye dripped onto the mask of mad fury on the priest’s face below. Furiously Naraku tore at the impossibly strong hands that encased his jugular.
Do it. Do it now! Justice! Vengeance!
“VENGANCE!”
“Don’t…!” a weak tug at his collar before the culprit dissolved into a fit of coughing.
InuYasha was twitching all over. Crawling from the corner of his mind into the throw of screaming voices, he fought for control, attempting to slip back into his mind like a living suit as it thrashed in resistance.
His head shook, legion grasping as one and threw him off. Her jerked to look at her.
InuYasha had smashed half the cot she had been laying in, pinning the choking devil amongst the rubble at her feet. Sango had pulled herself up, nearly on top of him, begging with shaking hands as she struggled to breathe, lungs still filled from the smoke of her pyre.
“This…this isn’t justice, InuYasha, don’t let him win-!” More coughing.
Kill her too, the legion demanded.
“This isn’t you. Don’t leave me, InuYasha. You’re stronger than this, you’re not a demon.”
Again InuYasha fought his own mind. As he wrestled into his own psyche like a straightjacket trying to tare itself off, Sango’s weak fingers pulled at the hands choking the life from the sputtering man beneath them.
Out, InuYasha commanded of the cacophony in his mind. They screeched back, head pounding.
By all that is holy, OUT
InuYasha released Naraku. The devil rolled away, hacking and spitting blood. All strength left InuYasha and his teetering frame collapsed backward, forehead and left eye throbbing in a fresh, unnoticed pain in the ringing silence of his head.
Sango tried to catch him, but in her weakened state, was simply pulled as he crumpled to the floor. His eyes were closed, but the scars were gone from his cheek, Sango observed, and the appearance of his claws and teeth downgraded. He had come back to her.
Sango fought exhaustion to watch his breathes heave before movement from behind them caught her eyes.
Naraku was climbing to his hands and knees, wheezing and still spitting blood. He looked up at her and Sango’s blood ran cold.
The same expression that had distorted InuYasha’s face moments before now possessed him. His eyes were completely black, and deep purple was spreading under his eyes like and incredible bruise.
The legion had not left them, but nearly moved.
“InuYasha…InuYasha wake up.”
Dizzily InuYasha opened his eyes. He thought he should be dead, because this kind of pain—searing, building, somehow always impossibly building in his head—was not possible. He should die from it. Choke from it. The pain was enough to make it hard to breath.
“INUYASHA, wake UP!” Sango’s voice demanded in his ear. He forced his eyes open further despite the searing pain of it, tried to focus on the glint of the sword as the light from above him was blotted out by the shadowy figure.
There was a low, sickening laugh. Not of one voice, but of many.
No. Panic shot through InuYasha like a bolt. Please God, no
InuYasha grabbed hold of Sango, the pain elicited by that enough to cause nausea. But he didn’t have time.
He force his lead-limbed body to move, pushing himself and Sango away from their position in the splintering rubble of the foot of the cot moments before the dull thunk of iron embed itself in the cedar boards there.
He had no strength left. His head was pounding. With what Grace would they get through this?
Clenching his teeth against the shattering of his skull, he rose to his feet, Sango in his arms. What was supposed to be a sprint ended up as a stagger, but he pushed through all the same. Out from the confines of the room, into the open air of the balcony atop the world, where smoke and ash rose from the still clashing battle below, the sky on fire with the anger in the air and prayed for a miracle.
Behind him, Naraku loosened the sword from its wedge in the wood, scattering debris across the room and to embed in the walls. His once pale skin was blotchy with blood red, blooming all over him like an unimaginable plague. Turning to the door with his wicked face he pursued.
And when he spoke his voice was not alone.
“And He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit.”
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And he gave the child a cruel name. A name that means “demon mongrel”, InuYasha.
But can’t you just picture it? I sure can.
So first off, the creepy demon possetion at the end was not planned, but just happened. So yeah. Also sorry for the cliff hanger. Maybe I’ll write more? I just needed to wrap this up for FeudalPromts (over 2,600 words are you kidding me?!?!) I hope the biblical allutions weren’t to much. I was going for a mood, yah know?
Sango as Esmeralda instead of Kikyo or Kagome wasn’t meant to be a twist or anything, though it kinda ended up that way. I struggled with it a long time, seeing as in some ways, Esmeralda was a lot like Kikyo, because she was the first to show Quasimodo kindness, but in another sense she was a lot like Kagome, because he loves her, steps out of his comfort zone and risks everything for her, and learns to accept himself as he is because of her, but in a more PURPOSEFUL way that fit the story (and Esmeralda herself) I think she’s a better fit for Sango. Feisty like her, Djali can be Kilala, and Phoebus can ONLY be Miroku, come on, and I’m not splitting up that otp anytime soon, you kidding me? Xb
A/Y: I know, I know. This is super late but I had a bunch of school work to do this week and I didn’t realize Feudal Prompts started until a day late so have mercy! I even put off all my homework tonight to finish this damn thing so y’all better appreciate it. Also this came out super long. Almost 3k actually. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Btw this is a squeal to my oneshot “I Never Get A Day Off” and I’m not even gonna lie. If you haven’t read it, you’re going to be confused so you should probably read that first.)
Released from the moldings he trusted enough to call friends, greeted the rush of air, smoke, and scald without a second thought. He didn’t think another thing until she was free from the pyre and in his arms and then the only word to pierce through the dizzying fog of his mind was
SANCTUARY.
I think I may be participating in tomorrow’s @feudal-prompts.
WELP……… I DID IT!!!!!! I wanted to do something simple but nice~ So I did the top ones that are perfect for these two lovebirds XD
Its from Beauty and the beast, Atlantis, Aladdin, Hunchback of Notre Dame and Tarzan. They’re very obvious and are well used in the Disney Au thingy… but it just fits right for them XD
Lightning streaked across the dark sky, briefly illuminating the sheets of torrential rain that pounded against the frail roof of the old hut and a loud boom of thunder followed shortly thereafter and Kagome could have sworn she felt the ground shake as their shelter plunged into darkness once again. She made a miserable little noise in the back of her throat and tugged the threadbare blanket tighter around her shoulders, huddling in on herself to trying and preserve what little heat she had left in her body from escaping. After getting separated from the others at the beginning of the storm and stumbling upon the abandoned, rickety shack of a hut, Inuyasha had found the piece of cloth tucked behind some rotten crates and tossed it to her drenched form with a muttered “better than nothing.”
Said half-demon was currently slouched against the back wall, arms crossed and moodily glaring out of open doorway into the tempest, scowling every now and then when the harsh wind drove the rain inside their already leaky shelter. It was a wonder the roof hadn’t caved in at this point; the old wood groaned in protest constantly and rainwater dripped from a dozen or so places, including right above the fire pit so it was impossible to start a fire in the damp conditions.
Shivering, clenching her teeth to keep her them from chattering and to try and get her mind off of how cold she was, Kagome turned her gaze toward her brooding half-human companion because it sure as hell beat staring at all that cold, wet, and dark that was happening outside right now. He hadn’t uttered a single word, to her or otherwise, after he’d tossed her the thin, musky-smelling blanket that was so light it might as well have been made of air. It was obvious he was in a mood, given their less than desirable circumstances, and while Kagome couldn’t really blame him, she couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at his behavior. Here she was, freezing her ass off, outwardly shivering in her wet clothes, and he didn’t even look the least bit uncomfortable. She envied his thick hanyou skin, and no doubt his firerat was mostly dry from indulging in his (highly amusing) canine instinct to shake off the water when they’d first entered. She’d made the grave mistake of leaving her supplies at Kaede’s since this was only supposed to be a day trip, slay the demon and be home by dusk, so she couldn’t even change into some dry clothes or use her sleeping bag.
Kagome huffed and her expression shifted into a pout, wishing the half-demon would notice how miserable she was at offer his haori or something. Several times now she’d opened her mouth to suggest they huddle together for warmth, or if she could borrow his robe, but every time the words caught in her throat and she gave a defeated sigh. With the mood he was in now, it was likely his response would be negative and she didn’t want to make a fool of herself.
So Kagome opted to suffer in silence as she unknowingly glared enviously at her half-demon companion, shivering, miserable, and hoping she wouldn’t come down with a cold the next day for being exposed for too long.
Inuyasha’s ear flicked and he stole another glance at his wench through the corner of his eye. She was glaring at him for God knew what reason, however he paid that no mind as a frown drew his brows low. The shivering was getting worse, with them being less shiver and more full body shakes. Her face was pale and she was clutching that threadbare blanket so tightly her knuckles her white. Inuyasha hid a grimace and his ears lowered slightly in guilt. He knew that sorry excused of a piece of cloth wasn’t doing anything in the means of keeping her warm, but he hadn’t been able to offer his jacket because it was still wet. He’d intended to hand it over after it had dried, but as the storm raged on with no signs of stopping, his mood had gradually darkened and he’d more or less forgotten about it as he mentally seethed and cursed their bad luck.
Now, though, another of Kagome’s soft sighs had garnered his attention and distracted him from his thoughts long enough to really pay her some mind, and he didn’t like what he saw. He felt like a complete ass for more or less ignoring her as she sat by herself, probably freezing her ass off and obviously so miserable, and another wave of guilt crashed through him, making his chest tighten and his expression soften just a tad, however he internally berated himself for ignoring her needs when there was something he could have done about it. His firerat had dried long ago, and the cold had never bothered him to begin with, so he should have given it to her as soon as it was dry enough. But like a complete asshole, he’d been so absorbed in his mulish anger that he’d lost track of time and as a result Kagome had to suffer that much longer.
Well, no time like the present.
Shoving back his pride, deciding it was better late than never, Inuyasha silently rose to his feet and tugged at the ties of his haori as he padded over to her. Kagome’s glare faded and she blinked in confusion, but before she could question anything, he sat behind her, grabbed the ratty blanket from around her shoulders – he didn’t like how weak her grasp on it had become – and tossed it aside before replacing it with his much heavier and warmer firerat. Instantly Kagome made a little sound of pleasure as the warmth sank into her cold bones and she hastily shoved her arms through the sleeves, not hesitating to burrow back into Inuyasha’s chest when he opened his arms, too numb, too cold and too desperate to feel embarrassed. His arms wrapped tightly around her, bringing her into his lap and she tucked her cold nose into his neck as her hands snuck under his kosode to absorb the warmth from his stomach.
Inuyasha flinched a little as her chilled skin met his won and he grimaced again. “Jesus, Kagome,” he muttered, maneuvering her so her bare legs were tucked under the crook of his knee. “Why did you say anything? You’re freezing.” It was impossible to mask the concern in his voice for the girl; she was probably going to get sick, and it was his fault.
“S-Sorry,” she stammered, trying her damnedest to wrap herself around the half-demon, greedy for his body heat. He felt so warm, so amazing, so strong, solid, and man, he smelled good. “D-didn’t wanna b-bother you,” she continued, her voice muffled from his neck. “A-already in a b-bad m-mood.”
Inuyasha winced and his ears flattened against his head, the guilt deepening. “Me being an ignorant asshole shouldn’t stop you from telling me you can’t feel your toes.” Kagome mumbled something and he sighed, closing his eyes and burying his nose in her hair. “Sorry, wench. If I’d known sooner…”
“S’alright,” she whispered, and he was gratified to see some of the color returning to her face, however she was still shivering too much for his liking. With a frown, Inuyasha slipped his hand front of his robe and his fingers touched damp fabric; her clothes were still wet. Shit. Wearing his haori would be moot if she continued to wear them.
He leaned back and shrugged the jacket off her shoulders. She made a noise of protest and batted her hands away when she went to tug it back. “No, wench. You won’t get warm with these wet clothes. Off.”
Drowsy and lethargic, Kagome made no move to get out of her wet clothes so Inuyasha made a split second decision that he desperately hoped wouldn’t get him sat into hell when she was more coherent and used a claw to slice off her blouse and skirt. Though a deep flush colored his cheeks, he kept his eyes and hands in neutral territory as he tossed them somewhere to the side then once more wrapped her up in his robe. Immediately Kagome curled into the warmth and her hands snuck under his shirt again to press against his stomach. Despite himself the corner of his lips twitched upward in amusement. She reminded him of a child, migrating toward the warmth, innocently unaware of the rather intimate position they were in trusting in him to keep her safe and secure.
Kagome released a content sigh, her body finally warming up, and the shivers nearly gone now with her curled up in his lap and tucked securely against him. Inuyasha’s gaze softened and he gently tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. “Rest, Kagome,” he murmured, brushing his lips across her forehead before he could stop himself.
Feudal Prompts 4. I know the prompt was for ships but honestly this Disney au would be hilarious with the dynamic between Naraku and Kagura as Hades and Meg. @feudal-prompts