Dante tries to mind his business and ignore the painfully unfunny guy hitting on you at his signature ice cream shop, but he can’t bear to watch his girl get snatched away by some bad-joke-making loser!
Tags: fluff, mild cursing, lowkey a cornball fic but still enjoyable, Dante only has eyes for you (and maybe some stank eyes for the chud tryna steal his girl)
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Sitting at the bar, chowing down on his delectable strawberry Sunday, the white haired boy couldn’t help but notice the thug that was talking to his beautiful girlfriend.
It started out as a simple conversation, and Dante let it slide. “I like your shirt,” or whatever unfunny one-liners the guy threw at you to try and make you laugh. Of course, Dante knows he’s the only person able to make you laugh so hard your stomach starts to hurt, but he was still sad when you giggled (even if it was only a bit) at his clearly unfunny jokes.
Now, all the weirdo is talking about to you are really bad pick-up lines to try and get you to come to his place.
For your sake, and mostly his, he figured that it was time to finally step in and be the heroic figure that would save you from you certain demise; AKA getting kidnapped by this creep.
“Listen pal, you’ve been talking to my girl nonstop since you got here and it’s been pissing me off.”
The guy flirting with you finally took notice of Dante.
“Oh damn, this your girl? Couldn’t tell by how you didn’t even glance at her. I thought you were a total stranger to her!”
That set him off. Him? A stranger? To you? The person he shares late night snacks with and can’t fall asleep without being next to?
Oh yeah, this guy was gonna get it.
“Alright let’s take this outside, or maybe you wanna save yourself from the embarrassment and leave before I kick your ass.”
Dante got off his barstool and stepped closer to the punk, attempting to intimidate him.
“Alright guys that’s enough….” You tried to defuse the situation, but just got a hand from Dante.
“Nah, I’m gonna show this guy what happens when he tries to steal my girl…”
5 minutes later that rando was face first in the dirt.
“Damn, didn’t know you were so protective of me…” you eyed Dante, teasing him a bit.
“Yep. Love you to much to let you get stolen from me, especially if it’s right in front of my eyes. Now, let’s get home please… there’s a creepy looking guy over there that’s been eyeing us the past few minutes.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve been kicking that guys ass the past few minutes.”
Dante took a minute to process what you meant.
“Ohh! You mean he was to enchanted by my ass kicking that he couldn’t stop staring!”
You slammed your palm against your face in defeat.
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now let’s get home, my shows almost on!”
You grabbed Dante’s hand and started dragging him back to your place, watching the once strong and resilient demon hunter get turned into mush by your touch.
“Y-yeah… whatever you want, babe…”
This was lowkirkenuenly a crack fic because I’ve been back in my DMC phase and I REALLY RESLLY REALLY wanted to write about Dante, I just didn’t know what…. So I figured (since this is my first DMC fic) I’d start out light hearted and silly!
if there's one thing enjin will forever love doing, it's teasing the hell out of you. enjin x reader!!
enjin has a multitude of petnames from you, and with every day that passes, you swear each and every one of them becomes more absurd.
you had grown used to semiu snickering and zanka gagging every time he called for you — names like sweet cheeks, little lady, pretty thing, buttercup, princess — but the name he calls you by today? you're positive it can't get any more egregious than this.
"bugaboo? enjin, please tell me i've misheard you."
"hahh? what's wrong with bugaboo?!"
he yelps when you smack his arm before the sound transforms into a hearty cackle, and you resist the urge to smack him again and instead grip his arm firmly
"you are such a jackass! call me that in public and i'll turn you inside-out."
enjin has hearts for eyes when you tell him that, grinning with all his teeth as his fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel in front of him. he's driving leisurely today, for once, but the only reason for it was because he wanted to talk with you longer.
"don't say that stuff to me, bugaboo. ya'know it turns me on—yeeeeowch! you smack hard, lady!"
"the kids are sleeping in the back—"
"pshhh, they've heard me say worse," he snickers, and you shake your head in disbelief, flustered and speechless more than ever as you sit back in your seat with a huff
"you're so....ugh." you grumble, and enjin doesn't hesitate to lean over the center console and press a hard kiss onto your cheek. you whine, trying to push him off, but he just presses another one onto your forehead before pulling back
"—i have a colorful selection of nicknames for you, there has to be at least one that you like." he says, and when you don't respond, his eyes light up
"ohh so that's how it is? which one is it?! tell me!" he demands eagerly, but you merely look out the window and ignore him. unluckily for you, enjin loves a good challenge.
"all right then. we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so don't think i won't get it out of you, babydoll." he teases, but you merely roll your eyes, squinting to keep a lookout on the road since enjin would rather stare at you than be a responsible driver.
—unfortunately, your boyfriend was equally persistent as he was annoying (which was very much), and he knew you like no other. so, when he finally says the word pretty girl while reciting his long list and sees your lips twitch in his peripheral, his entire face lights up as if he's discovered something sacred and special.
"pretty girl? you like that?" he questions, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, and when you mistakingly stammer, his eyes sharpen like a predator finding its prey
"aww, don't pout, pretty girl! pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, the prettiest girl," enjin coos, and your face is positively on fire. enjin's ridiculously loud laughter eventually stirs rudo from his sleep, who sits up with a confused mumble while zanka continues drooling all over the younger cleaner's shoulder — on the other hand, you keep one arm braced against the door so you can get out the moment the truck rolls to a stop
"wha...what's so funny?" rudo slurs sleepily, but enjin only grins in response, yelling at zanka to wake up as he yanks his keys out and chases after you. you're speed walking towards the entrance of hq after prompty exiting the truck the second it stopped, but enjin is quicker, coming from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind
"you little—" you start, but enjin spins you around in his arms before you can cuss him out, and instead you squeal and tighten your hold on him
"what was that, pretty girl?" he questions with that handsome smirk that sends your heart racing, and the only thing you can do is hide your face in his neck as he throws his head back and laughs at you—again.
Firelord!Zuko x ambassador gn!reader x Fire empress!Mai
Life as an ambassador is a constant cycle of paperwork, duty, and more paperwork. Yet, there is no resentment only pride and honor. The trust placed by both husband and wife is sacred, and it is the ambassador’s solemn duty to restore the Fire Nation to its former glory. Every document signed, every treaty written, every historical record restored is a step toward redemption. Ink stains mark the hands like badges of service, each stroke of the brush helping to rebuild the Earth Kingdom and mend the wounds left by old the Fire Lord’s reign.
Sleep could wait. The warmth of the bed, the comfort of beloved arms, the soft touch of gentle fingers all of it called like a siren’s song. Zuko’s strong arms could easily pull anyone into a peaceful slumber, his body radiating heat like a living furnace. Mai’s delicate fingers could soothe away any lingering tension, her quiet presence both calming and commanding. But duty came first. The nation came first. Love could wait until the ink dried.
“Firefly, how long will you keep us waiting?” Zuko’s soft, husky voice broke through the haze of concentration. “Please come to bed. It’s cold without you,” he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of playful complaint. The sight of his tousled black hair and tired golden eyes almost made you falter. Almost.
“Just a couple more documents to sign, beloved,” came the weary reply, a hand raised dismissively toward the king.
Then swoosh! A dagger sliced through the air, embedding itself in the wall mere inches from your hand. The ink jar trembled. The ambassador froze.
“My dear ambassador,” came Mai’s cold, firm voice, “it is an official order from your Empress to come to bed.”
You didn't dare turn around. Zuko sighed, attempting to defuse the tension. “Mai-flower, don’t you think that’s a little cruel?”
But Mai’s mind was made up. “I won’t call you again, Ambassador. Next time, I will not miss.”
A gulp. A quick extinguishing of the lantern. “Yes, my beloved,” came the shaky response. Terrifying, yes but also utterly captivating.
Robes slipped away as you climbed into bed, settling between the two of them right where you belonged. Zuko’s arms wrapped around you both, his warmth enveloping you and Mai completely. Mai’s fingers found their way into your hair, her touch softer now, though her eyes still glinted with mischief.
“How come you listen to her and not me?” Zuko grumbled, his lips pressed together in an almost pout.
“Because you’re far too soft,” Mai replied smoothly. “A delicate hand is no match for a sharp blade.”
Zuko chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “At least stop trying to murder our love.”
Mai only stuck out her tongue playfully. “They’re into it.”
Synopsis: After a tiring battle, Sesshomaru seems to be having difficulties brushing out his hair.
Word count: 3300~
Pairing: Sesshomaru x Reader, gender neutral pronouns
Warnings: None (I think)
A/n: I have dyslexia, so my bad if something doesn't make sense :P Sesshomaru might be a little ooc, as it's my first time writing!!
You are exhausted—a laid-out, dried-up, exhausted starfish on grass covered in blood completely out of breath.
"I feel like my joints are being ripped apart." You said wheezing.
You’re the group's medic, you’re able to carry yourself in battle if needed, though, you would prefer not to. After nonstop battles all day, this battle seemed to be the end of it. As you lie there trying to catch your breath, two sets of pitter-patter are coming closer to you from behind a nearby tree.
Rin happily chimes in, “You did a good job of protecting us! Master Jaken wasn't going to help you fight. He was too scared to.”
“I’ll have you know Rin that I was thinking whether or not my two-headed staff was too much for this beast!” A shaking voice comes from a few inches above you. "And why are you complaining? Lord Sesshomaru did most of the work!"
And if you speak of the devil, he shall appear. "Jaken."
Looking over from your position on the ground, Seeshomaru observes the group before swinging Tokijin around, removing blood with each whip, then starts walking away from the group, seemingly calling it a day. You’ve noticed something is off about his actions, specifically his swing, but you didn't have enough time to speak. Rin helps you stand up and calls over A-Un to hitch a ride, careful of the bags hanging off. You walk beside her while she teases Jaken, who is about to be left behind due to his apologetic rambling to a white-haired demon.
As sunlight fades into moonlight, Rin falls asleep on A-Un while Jaken quietly rides along behind her. Due to the silence, you finally pinpoint the issue with Sesshomaru, well, two issues. His right wrist seems to be in discomfort, constantly flexing and relaxing his fingers. The other issue is the moderate amount of tangles in his hair. Now, normally, he can brush out his hair with his claw. Hell, you've seen him do it more times than you breathe, but due to this injury, it seems he can't self-soothe.
"Sesshomaru?" You said softly.
He doesn't verbally respond, but the slight lift of his head and the halting of his fingers tell you to continue.
"Have you injured your wrist in the earlier fight?"
Now, you were just asking out of concern, but even saying it seemed outlandish. Sesshomaru, the Lord of the Western Lands, and the eldest son of Lord Toga, the Great Dog Demon, hurting himself in a battle with a low beast is absolutely absurd-
"It's none of your concern."
Oh, that's new.
Sesshomaru doesn't give you a chance to continue conversing as he continues to walk forward into the forest. Normally, he would call you out for even thinking of such things, but he didn't.
After a few minutes of the conversation ending, if you can even call it that, Sesshomaru has considered this area fine for the night. You and the green mini collected a few scattered logs around the area to build a small campfire for the night. A-Un and a sleeping Rin sit a few feet away from the blaze. Even after building the fire, you’re still concerned. You try for the last time to talk to Sesshomaru about his wrist, but Jaken interrupts loudly trying to call you out.
"Lord Seshomaru would never let himself get injured, let alone by a lowly beast!" He says while completely ignoring Sesshomaru's missing arm. And due to his yelling, he startles Rin awake.
After ignoring Jaken's input, Sesshomaru moves underneath a grand Sugi tree and rests there. Closing his eyes and letting his mind wander, his face not giving any clues as to what. The breeze softly caresses the leaves above and defines the tangles in Sesshomaru’s hair below.
After a few minutes of silence and only letting the earth and the fire talk, he hears giggling. Not teasing or nervous giggles commonly heard between the group, but pure, sweet, and light giggling.
Opening his golden eyes, he sees and watches you across the fire delicately brush and decorate Rin's hair with flowers she had collected earlier in the day. Bringing one flower to each intersection of the braid, bringing white and yellow to her black hair. He continues to watch until you finish, your actions reminding him of his own hair. He tries to untangle his own, unable to do so again.
By the time you have finished doing her hair, she has fallen back into a deep sleep. You carry her back to A-Un and a lightly snoring Jaken while lightly speaking to Sesshomaru.
"So, … are you going to continue staring or are you going to ask for help?"
The cover of darkness makes you more confident. You turn around and look at him. He stares.
“I don’t like to repeat myself.” He looks away and closes his eyes again.
You huff and ignore him. You go into your bags on A-Un to fetch creams, bandages, and a gifted kushi. Walking over to Sesshomaru with your items, you sit next to him, blocking out some heat from the fire, and gently grab his wrist.
“You really don't listen, do you?” Sesshomaru says, not carrying any bite.
You softly respond, “No, no I don’t. You should know that by now.”
-=+=-
You've been a part of this interesting group for the past few months. It started after your village was attacked by Naraku, destroying half of the village and injuring more. You, being a recent healer, tried your hardest to keep everyone alive, but reality is not that kind. Every other person you had tried and healed would succumb to their injuries, others would live with a low quality of life, and some would have problems unfixed due to a lack of resources and experience.
All the uncertainty and panic in the village, caused the villagers to take out their anger on you. Putting their failure to stay safe and protect others on you.
“This is all your fault! None of this would continue to happen if you were just better!”
“You keep telling me to wait, but she's not getting better! Do you want us to watch her die!?”
“Why didn't you try to save my son!? You did this to him!”
All the constant pressure from the surviving villagers and the lack of rest, finally pushed you over the edge. You took care of the critical patients and came up with a plan. You woke up at midnight, packed your things, and left a book that contains common injuries and their remedies. You left and never looked back. It was hard at first trying to live on the go, but it was better than staying somewhere where you weren't appreciated.
It had only been a month since you left. It was weird having to sleep out in the open most of the time, but you did have your moments staying at an inn. Your income came from selling medicine and healing people in villages, but you were running low on supplies. You decided to stop moving for the day and collect some more. One of the herbs grew in an area commonly infested with wolves, which causes the price to be higher compared to other herbs. It was the closest area to your current location, so you decided to go.
After making your way to the edge of the wolf region, you find the herbs you’re looking for on the outskirts. You quickly make your way over to it being night already. The dense bush that the herbs grow in makes perfect cover for young wolves, so you take precaution and reach for your sickle. As you start to get close to the bush, you can hear breathing. Thinking that a pup is located in there, and not wanting to severely injure it, you toss a rock into the bush.
“Ow!”
Not expecting a sound to come out, you take a step back. You realized that it sounded like a little girl, and she should not be in this forest. You also realize that you probably accidentally injured her when throwing the rock.
Feeling bad, you ask, “I'm so sorry! Are you alright in… there?”
As you're finishing your sentence, she crawls out holding her head.
“Yeah, I'm okay! I'm just waiting for Lord Sesshomaru and Master Jaken to come back!” She says happily, contradicting the grim environment around her.
You question her as to why she was hiding in the bush, let alone in a dangerous area like this one. She informs you that a “Lord Sesshomaru” and a “Master Jaken” were on a mission and she got injured, so she decided to hide in a bush until they got back. She shows you her injury, which is right above her left knee and quite deep. You don’t need to look at it any longer to determine it’s going to get infected if left untreated for much longer.
“Here,” you said politely, “I’m a medic and these herbs work wonders for injuries. Would you mind if I brought you to a safer place to treat you?”
She looked a little hesitant, but after looking at your supplies and tools, she deemed you safe. As you walk away from the location with a full container of herbs, you two have a small conversation about yourselves and she tells you that her name is Rin. As you help fix her up and chat with her until daybreak, a worried voice can be heard back in the forest.
“Rin! Oh, Rin, where are you! Lord Sesshomaru is going to kill me if I can’t find you!”
Rin says with a delighted gasp, “Master Jaken!”
Upon hearing this voice, she jumps up, but due to her injury, it's not pleasant. So, you pick her up and walk her to her group. Upon entering the forest, you see a little green fellow in a brown outfit.
“Master Jaken, I'm over here!” She happily exclaims.
“Oh, thank my lord-” He stops in his tracks. “Who is this human that you're with Rin?” He questions.
“They found me after I went into hiding. Oh! They also helped bandage me up with my scratch! See!”
As she shows Master Jaken her injury, she catches him up on what happened and who you are. As you guys are talking, a white-haired man comes into view. The two minis also notice.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” They both say, one in relief and the other in excitement.
He looks down at them, but no other acknowledgment of seeing them. As quickly as he appears, he quickly disappears.
“Let’s go.”
He looks back at you for a few seconds and continues to walk away.
“Wait for us, my lord!” Master Jaken states while sprinting.
Rin jumps down from your arms and tries to follow, but she can’t. You pick her back up and carry her over.
Master Jaken notices you walking behind them, “Now why are you following us? Our mission is over… .”
The realization that Rin can’t walk hits him. He immediately thinks that he can just carry her back to their campsite, but she is twice his size and that would not be possible. So, he asks the other person here.
“Um, my lord?”
“Is there something wrong?” Sesshomaru inquiries.
“Yeah,” you interrupt, slightly irritated from being ignored earlier, ”she injured her leg most likely due to your incompetence, but she's fine now. I fixed her up.”
He did not like that accusation.
He stops and turns around, “Are you accusing me of not being able to protect Rin?”
“Protecting? No. She’s alive and breathing. Keeping her harm-free? Yes.”
You don’t know anything about this man other than his name, but you don’t appreciate the way he talks to you. You’ve been on the move for a while, not having the ability to deeply care or form a connection with others. But, you did with Rin and Master Jaken, attitude and all. Feeling a little bad for snapping and Rin’s injury, you come up with an arrangement.
A sigh escapes your lips, "I’ll take back everything I’ve said, if you let me take care of her. Just until her injury heals.”
Master Jaken quickly chimes in, “As nice as that sounds, my lord doesn't need another. We- I can take care of her. It can’t be that difficult. Right?”
“Respectfully, this group doesn't have a healer and Rin's injury needs a specific herb and medical knowledge on how to use it. It’s very easy to accidentally turn it into poison.” That was a lie, you just didn’t trust them enough to watch over her healing. “Either, I join or… she risks getting a fatal infection.”
Jaken looks up at Sesshomaru worried, waiting for his answer. He just stares at you for a moment until he replies.
“Fine. Do what you want, but after she heals?”
“I leave. Simple as that.”
But you never did.
You continued to join them on missions and build relationships with them. You've got to meet many people including their extra member, A-Un. Your relationship with everyone stayed the same, except with Sesshomaru. You didn’t know what to call it, but you definitely know what it wasn’t. Your admiration turned to romantic affection and you didn’t know what to do with it or how to act on it. Well, kind of.
You loved to help others and have people rely on you, that’s what pushed you to be a healer. Even though the requests were high-stakes with high rewards, you liked the low-risk efforts better. Especially with him.
-=+=-
He sits there, allowing you to take care of him. You carefully apply cream with your hand to the middle of his wrist, spreading it over to the underside. Grabbing the bandages, you wrap them around his wrist. Adding extra support and offering a cover for the cream to absorb into the skin.
You should be finished, however, muscle memory kicks in and you start to massage his hand. Slowly moving from the topside of his hand and his fingers to the bottom. Due to your experience in dealing with uncomfortable injuries, you don’t really think about what you're doing until you feel him tense under your touch.
“Ah, apologies.” You say a little flustered while putting his hand down. “Your wrist should be back to normal in a few days. I recommend not using it until midday. If any discomfort continues, tell me.”
He nods in acknowledgment, even though he doesn't seem to be in pain, you can tell something is bothering him. It’s his hair. And since you got this close and he didn’t mind, you might as well push it.
You move the cream and the awkward amount of bandages left to the side as you grab the kushi.
“And that is for…?” Sesshomaru says, looking at you sideways.
“Your hair,” you say. “It’s very obvious that your hair is troubling you more than your wrist, so sit up and turn around.”
“So, you think you can throw around orders?”
“Yes, especially when it pertains to someone I care about.”
At this point, you're both looking at each other. You can feel your face heat up more than the fire behind you. The proximity is not helping your case either. A cough escapes as you look away from his captivating face. As you try to pull yourself together, you hear the rustling of clothing.
“Do what you want, just no flowers.”
Looking back towards him, you see his back and the grass covered in his white hair, his mokomoko on the ground next to him. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, you grab the ends of his hair and start brushing. The knotted tips fall out into strands of silk underneath your hands. You continue to work your way up to the midsection of his hair, thinking about what type of hairstyle would best fit him for the night. You decided a simple loose braid would do when a pleasant grumble is heard from him.
Did he mean to let that slip? Of course not. But by gods did you want to say something, to poke at him, but the feeling to hear more overpowered, so you continued to silently brush his hair.
Smiling a little, you brush the rest of the tangles from the top of his head. More low hums slip out. Setting the comb down, you spit the hair into three sections. Weaving each section into a web. Once you've finished braiding, you use the leftover bandages from earlier to tie off his hair, leaving a soft but strong lock on his hair.
"There you go, all done." You say with a soft pat on his shoulders.
After finishing, you were starting to get tired. All the fighting, walking, and healing from earlier didn't help your situation either. You sat back and admired your work then sat up with a yawn.
He reaches for his hair and runs his fingers over the braid, he unenthusiastically accepts your work. He leans back on the tree with his hair where his mokomoko should be, the mokomoko next to him on the grass still.
You grab the rest of the items and put them back in the bags on A-Un. You were ready to go to sleep, but there was an issue. There wasn't enough room to sleep on A-Un. Maybe for another Rin or Jaken, but not you.
Thinking you've already taken your overstay in Sesshomaru's personal space, you've decided that his tail was acceptable, not comfortable but acceptable. You rest your head on his tail, uncomfortably scaly. Your body lies on the grass, incredibly itchy. You face the burning flames, overly hot on one side and terribly cold on the other. After a few exhausting minutes of tossing and turning, Sesshomaru speaks up.
"Come over here."
Due to your sleepiness, you think you’ve misunderstood him. "Sorry, but what did you say?"
"You must enjoy making me repeat myself. I said, come over here."
You stare at him from across the fire. Now, you would normally reject this offer, but you're very exhausted and want to shut your brain off. So you walk over next to the mokomoko and sit against the tree. In honesty, it's better and worse at the same time. Sleeping next to Sesshomaru but on rough, coarse bark. Sucking it up, you close your eyes and wait for sleep. You hear a sigh and before you can react, you feel something soft and warm around you.
Peaking, you notice legs under you and fluff above you. You're about to get back up and apologize for something that you didn't even do, when his bandaged hand covers your eyes and stops you from getting up.
"Lie down and sleep. I'm not repeating myself anymore."
You decided to take his advice, but it wasn't easy. Even though you were tired, being near and on him made you tense. You tried not to think about it and keep your eyes closed, but by gods was it hard. You were about to back out on his words when a clawed hand landed on your head. The bandaged hand gently carves rivers in your hair, starting from the ends and going up. The petting and scratching lead you to relax, going to sleep seemed closer. Before you completely succumbed to unconsciousness, you softly spoke out.
"Night and thank you, Sesshomaru."
A warm hum falls out of his lips.
-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-=+=-
Let me know if any tags or anything is needed, first time writing something that wasn't an educational essay :P
“Doesn’t he scare you?” The small fox demon asked as he watched (Y/n) finish cooking some fish for him.
On occasion, once (Y/n) came back from the modern world she would spend time with Inuyasha’s group just until she met back up with her mate. It wasn’t entirely common since the demon lord often spend time not far from the well waiting for her but there have been times where he simply could not be there for her.
It may not have been expected if anyone knew Sesshomaru and Inuyasha’s relationship but he trusted him just enough to keep his human woman safe until they run into each other once more. It was also nice for (Y/n) especially since she was friends with Kagome and held no ill feelings towards them.
(Y/n) looked up at Shippo who was just innocently curious. How could anyone not be afraid of Sesshomaru… of course unless you are Inuyasha or just plain stupid.
“Ah…” She said thoughtfully, now having the attention of the entire group but again minus Inuyasha who couldn’t care less. “Well, I have no reason to be afraid…” (Y/n) shrugged handing the well grilled fish to the fox demon. He ate it happily as he listened to the human girl. “In fact, I feel very safe around him.” Her cheeks felt warm but she wasn’t sure if it was a blush or the fire against her skin.
Inuyasha scoffed. “You should be afraid, idiot. He could and would kill you in a second.” He huffed out a soft ‘baka’ before turning to grab the next set of fish that were freshly cooked. “Well, of course he can but I trust him and I respect him… I understand that he could crush me like a bug…” She paused. “Like a wild animal. I understand that a wild animal can hurt me but I also understand that if I respect them in the way they need I’ll be okay.” She spoke thoughtfully.
Shippo nodded slightly.
“Are you comparing me to a wild animal?” Sesshomaru’s voice was calm and make (Y/n) jump at his sudden appearance. She glanced at Inuyasha who was clearly busy arguing with Kagome about his rudeness to even seem to acknowledge Sesshomaru’s arrival. He had to have smell him? She sighed, what a jerk.
(Y/n) stood up a shy smile on her face at the man before her. “I suppose but I don’t mean it in a bad way…” She looked down and there was a ghost of a smile on his face. Her eyes narrowed at him slightly. He was teasing her.
“Come.” He said coolly. “Rin is waiting for your special treats.”
“Good-bye all.” She smiled waving towards the group before being lead off to her own little family once more.
pairing: sesshomaru x human!reader
content: established relationship, domestic fluff, humor, slightly ooc sesshomaru: eating human food
A/N: I found my old sesshomaru rp blog and got inspired to write this. Also didn't proofread this so fingers crossed.
The soft sound of a crack and annoyed grunt that followed brought your eyes up from your bowl just in time to see two bits of broken chopsticks fall to the floor from his hand. His brows were tense, the squint of golden eyes cursing the flimsy workmanship of tools, all tools by default, made by human hands. His hold was careful, delicate, and precise in maintaining an acceptable grip on the tools, yet a small adjustment between his fingers and clawed digits had snapped through yet another pair of chopsticks. They are perfectly adequate for humble village folk who made do with them, but for a powerful youkai like himself more comfortable with the luxury of those fitted for his hands, these may as well have been twigs pinned by carriage wheels– Exercising restraint or no.
That annoyed look on his face said it all for you and you purse your lips to stifle a soft titter, trying to hold your own food in your mouth while you chewed. Sesshomaru’s stare then finds you, the daiyoukai setting down the bowl of cooked meat from his other hand and letting the remaining pieces of chopsticks fall before him.
He was one whose presence you allied with mastered grace and control, yet witnessing him struggle to even hold human chopsticks in his hands without breaking them forced an amused smile on your face. Endearing him all the more in your graces. You love every chance you get to see that dignified composure break and learn about these tiny flaws of his. Sesshomaru was someone you could describe as nothing less than beautiful perfection in this world, especially compared to the likes of a human like yourself. Without much guidance or thought, you held him on a pedestal but when moments like this happen you learn that even a regal creature like himself could be relatable. His stubbornness to prove himself never failed to expose who he was behind his title and eminence. A man, like any other, who every once in a while deserves a private moment of being his honest self. You just wish it lasted longer, but his pride in his heritage would not allow him to be as such for more than a passing moment.
It’s not his fault his powerful claws could do such a thing without even trying, it couldn’t be helped. But it’s his determination to dine with his wife in her human village, to try and try again despite a repeat performance of broken pair after broken pair. It spoke highly of the restraint he must truly hold himself to when those same claws brush over your skin and you press yourself into them with complete faith.
“You find this amusing?” He dryly delivered to your ears only making your smile widen.
“Not at your expense, My Lord.” You uttered in an airy tone with your eyes lowered from him, trying not to allow a laugh to slip. You can feel the sear of his glare and hesitate to make eye contact, only to give yourself time to compose before the urge to laugh takes over. You set down your own bowl and reach for his, gathering a saucy, rare cut of meat. “I can look into having a special pair fashioned for you.” Maybe Master Totosai would help? If you asked nicely, but maybe humble chopsticks fit for a demon would belittle the blacksmith’s skills. It’s not like you can just waltz up to any other demon, let alone make such a trifle of a request. You’ll run it by Jaken to see if he can be of assistance
You let the last bit of juice drip from the helping before lifting it up toward Sesshomaru, looking up at him expectantly.
“I am not concerned with this.” Sesshomaru answers, composure restored as he ran a hand through his hair, loosely tucking it back behind his ear and tossing the length over his shoulder. He closes his eyes, a quiet sigh falling from his nose and he leans forward with an open mouth gathering the helping from the end of your chopsticks.
“Shall I continue to feed you, then?” You insisted in a lighthearted tease with an arch brow
“...” His brows narrowed as he chewed, keeping his eyes closed as he did. You smiled lovingly.
“It would be no trouble at all.”
He reopens his eyes and looks at you, glare softened. Safe to assume how you would go about this little chore you encouraged piqued his curiosity. When his mouth stills and throat softly bobs, he answers.
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