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Hiei’s Guide to Wooing Witches is back and better than ever! 🤭 Commissioned from @sorceressmyr , it has been adapted into a short manga. I am beyond impressed with her art and so grateful for the time she put into this.
It has been a long time since I've done this, but hello everyone. After a severely long and completely unintentional hiatus, I'm starting to get back into the fanfiction game.
It's been a crazy but good rollercoaster for me. I'm married now and teaching marine bio and doing some science and creative writing in my RL world. In a few months, I'll have some other great news to share.
In the meantime, here's a chapter from one of my DBZ stories The Family Game. You can also read it on AO3.
Hopefully I'll start getting back to some of my other projects soon, although I ask for some patience as I may need to reread some stories first XD
"Well done, mortal. I suppose you'll want to trade the changeling for your child?" "Trade? Are you insane? I'm keeping them both. What kind of worthless, twisted parent abandons their child to kidnap another?"
I was able to collab with my favorite author/friend @mystikoorime for this commission based on her fic "Home".
Can't you tell I love this story so much 😂
Artist- Matzusaga
The breeze drifted in, ruffling through her clothes and hair and cutting off her thoughts.
"It's a little cold, isn't it?" she noted, rubbing her hands together.
Hiei glanced over at her.
"You should have worn something warmer."
"Well, I-"
The words died on her throat when she felt Hiei take a hold of her hand. Warmth immediately flooded all of her, starting from the point of contact and spreading outwards. He continued onwards, as if the two of them holding hands made absolute sense, forcing her to follow on autopilot. She knew that he normally detested all sorts of skin-ship, so the fact that he initiated it for her sake was a little shocking and heart warming and confusing all at once. Her heart fluttered again, each beat echoing a sentiment that she refused to acknowledge.
"You should take better care of yourself," Hiei grumbled lowly. "Even your hands are cold as ice."
Botan blinked in surprise, not at all expecting him to comment on their current situation. She smiled at the note of concern hidden beneath the irritation in his tone and shook her head.
"They're always like this. But you know what they say: cold hands, warm heart!"
"Hn."
"And if cold hands are enough to yield a warm heart, then just imagine what having warm hands like yours must mean..." she continued.
Hiei only stared back at her in confusion, mouth slanting downwards a fraction.
"It means you must have the warmest heart," she concluded.
The grip on her hand slackened just a bit.
"That's not the way that phrasing was intended," he replied sternly.
I am seriously late for this but wanted at least do something for the event. Mix of day 4 Age difference and day 6 Time.
Browsing through FF.net for Hiei xBotan event and was inspired by I'veGoneMad, "The Caretaker". Wish they continue with the story but it gives me much inspiration to draw a little comic for it.
Remember the 1st fight with Hiei and Yusuke and he used the rings on Yusuke? What if he used it in the bedroom instead 😏
The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and the steady beat of rain tapping against the paper windows. Botan exhaled slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Candles flickered on the low table, casting Hiei’s shadow in jagged, dancing shapes across the walls.
She lay on the futon, wrists resting above her head where energy tendrils—soft red—looped delicately around her skin. They weren’t tight, but there was no mistaking their purpose. They held her in place, humming with the unmistakable presence of Hiei’s Jagan. Cool to the touch, and yet it made her feel hot beneath the surface.
"Still breathing?" His voice cut through the stillness—dry, edged with amusement but carrying that undercurrent she was learning to hear. Concern disguised as indifference.
Botan’s lips curved. “You’ll know if I stop.”
He stepped into her line of vision, shirt half undone, dark hair casting shadows over one crimson eye. The Jagan pulsed faintly at the center of his forehead, half-lidded and glowing.
“You let me do this,” he said quietly, crouching beside her. His fingertips brushed along her collarbone, light as mist, yet her skin came alive under the touch. “You let me hold you like this.”
Botan’s throat was dry. “Maybe I’m just curious what a night with the infamous Forbidden Child is really like.”
He leaned in, breath warm against her ear. “You already know I’m dangerous. But I think you want to find out just how dangerous.”
Her heart thudded hard. The restraints around her wrists tightened, not painfully—but enough to remind her who held the reins. And that she had offered them to him willingly. The first time she seen Hiei used them was during their first encounter at the warehouse and on Yusuke. Instead of using them during a fight he decides to use it in the bedroom.
The air around them felt charged, like the moment before a storm. Hiei’s touch trailed lower, down her arm, across her ribs, never rushing—never giving her more than a flicker of what she wanted. His restraint was infuriating. And intoxicating.
She arched slightly, testing the binds. “So serious tonight,” she whispered.
His eyes flicked up to hers. “You wanted this. You said you trusted me.”
“I do.”
The moment stretched—silent, heavy with promise. Then he moved closer, lips brushing her jaw, voice low.
“Then surrender to me. Completely.”
Botan didn’t look away. Couldn’t. The restraints shimmered with energy, holding her body in place—but her heart was already in his hands. The Jagan pulsed once, and she felt it—not just physically, but inside. A psychic caress, brushing the edges of her thoughts, her emotions. Seeking permission.
She let the barriers fall.
And Hiei felt it—her longing, her nervous excitement, the flicker of vulnerability she rarely let anyone see.
His breath caught.
He kissed her—not rough, not rushed, but reverent. And when his body pressed over hers and the restraints drew tighter, she wasn’t afraid. She was his.
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