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Okay inflation is crazy.
We bumping up the price to $15,000 for 2026.

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Praying that $1500 randomly comes to you when you need it the most this year.
Okay inflation is crazy.
We bumping up the price to $15,000 for 2026.
From bottom of my heart
Putting folks hard work through a machine you don’t deserve call yourself fan of art.
I think there's actually an additional level of betrayal here.
When I was a teenager and learning about critiquing, one of the things I was explicitly taught was that you don't share other people's manuscripts without permission, full stop. If you're critiquing someone's story, you don't show that draft to your partner, or your friend, or anyone, no matter how good or how bad or how funny or how weird or how whatever you think it is. You have been extended a degree of trust, but that does not come with the right to extend that trust to someone else on the author's behalf.
So even before you get to don't feed other people's work into AI, there's the very basic and technology-agnostic social contract of if you are critiquing someone else's draft, the permission to read it only extends to you and the feedback you provide should only be coming from you. Feeding it into AI is adding insult to injury, but even if you took the AI out of it and substituted another human reader it would still be Super Not Okay.
I think there’s actually
an additional level
of betrayal here.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Is this anything
@ French speaking miraculous fans, if I want to give transfem Adrien the hero name Miss-Fortune, does that translate well as Malheurmoiselle or does it sound like gobbledygook?
Inukag Week, day 6: Sacrifice
Works as a follow-up to my story from day 3, but each works as a standalone as well. This bit would take place maybe a month or so after that one
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All's fair in love and (nerf) war
"We're surrounded."
Kagome's grip on her weapon tightened, and she sighed in resignation. This should have been easy; they had faced much worse threats in their time together; things that should have beaten, broken and killed them, and they had always come out the other side smiling, stronger than ever. The three little monsters had them on the ropes from the moment the fight began
They knew the terrain better, and they were small enough to hide just about anywhere. Meanwhile, their current hiding spot was the only place large enough to house the two of them, with Inuyasha braced against the entrance to hold it shut. Taking a deep breath, Kagome peered up at him, finding his eyes in the dim light that filtered through the musty air.
"How long do you think it'll be until they get bored?" she whispered, ears straining for any sign of the telltale giggles of their pursuers.
"Too long. Sango and Miroku should be along with backup, but we shouldn't count on them to arrive in the nick of time. We need to end this, now," he cracked the entrance, peering carefully out into the light. "Not that I mind all gettin' all cozy, but maybe we should save it for when we're. not bein’ hunted for sport.”
Kagome felt her face get hot, but shook her head, making a sincere effort to focus.
"Find something to throw. Make noise somewhere else, draw them away."
"Can't get a clear shot. Not sure anything I could throw would get far enough.” He closed off the entrance again, sighing softly before meeting her gaze. “Okay, I'm gonna make a break for it. Once they come after me, you follow behind and shoot 'em down while they're focused on me."
"What? Absolutely not! All four of you are faster than me, they'll maul you before I got a shot off!" she hissed, the fingers of her free hand clenching in his shirt. A warm, calloused hand wrapped around hers, and he met her eyes.
“You're the best shot in this fight, Kagome. And this is the best shot we have." His other hand wrapped around hers as well, reinforcing her grip on her weapon. She flashed a bitter grin, laying her palm flat to his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.
"When did you turn into such a cornball?"
"Dad jokes come with the territory," he explained, releasing hand to touch her barely-distended belly. She sighed deeply, covering his hand with her own and leaning up to press a long kiss to his mouth, which he readily returned.
"You be careful. No unnecessary risks,” she ordered, barely pulling away to voice the demand. She felt his lips quirk upward, and he kissed her again.
"Not about to put the "dead" in “deadbeat”," he assured, earning a smack to the chest that made him laugh softly. Righting herself, Kagome tucked her body further into their alcove. giving him room to ready himself for takeoff.
“Ready?”
"As I'll ever be.”
He held up a fist, the other clenched around the grip of his weapon. Silently, he held up one finger, then another. When the third went up, he shouldered the door open, throwing himself into the open with a loud cry.
"There he is!"
“Get him!”
The little demons shrieked and cackled, taking chase without a thought. When they passed her hiding place, she emerged and took aim.
The first shot struck one at the middle of the back, and she went down with a cry of surprise.
“Behind you!” she warned the other as she tumbled to the ground. The second whipped around, but Kagome fired again before she could even lift a hand to her defense. Kagome's projectile found a home on the girl's abdomen, and she fell to her knees, laughing even as she clutched her chest.
“Nice shooting Kagome!”
The woman smiled as Inuyasha stopped and turned back to look at her, a proud grin on his face as he started to head back towards her.
“Inuyasha, look out!”
The boy.
Inuyasha only glimpsed him. That was all he needed to realize that the last one wasn't aiming at him.
Without so much as a thought, Inuyasha threw himself between them, taking the shot fired in his wife's direction.
“No!”
Kagome bolted to his side, the last of the enemy ducking out of sight as she raised her weapon to fire as she ran. When she reached him, she took a knee at Inuyasha's side, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Inuyasha! Inuyasha, say something!”
She lifted him into her lap, and he groaned softly.
“You guys are so dramatic,” the boy teased from his hiding place.
“Dramatic…?” Kagome asked, looking up at him from under her fringe, a sharp smile on her face. “Or distracting? Now, Sango!”
Another shot was fired from the other side of the barrier he hid behind, and the boy whined.
“Moooom! That's not fair!”
“Never forget how many enemies you're fighting, Hisui. Once you lose track, it's all over” she hummed, moving to scoop up the eight-year-old and smother him in kisses. He tried to argue and push her off, and shrieks of joy joined from the corridor between the fence and the side of the house. Miroku rounded the corner with a girl under each arm, joining them in the small back yard.
“Thanks for looking after them, you two. I hope they weren't too much trouble,” he greeted, setting his daughters down.
“Not at all. And even if they were, we'd deal. I'm just glad you two had a good time celebrating your anniversary,” Kagome grinned, hugging Sango when she set her son down. “Besides, I have to enjoy getting to play on my feet while I still can.”
“That's true. Plus, we're gonna have to get used to dealing with more than one brat at a time.” Inuyasha agreed with a sly smile, helping Gyokuto and Kin’u reload foam bullets into their nerf guns.
“What are you- wait-!” Sango whipped around to look between them, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“We found out a month ago. Told Moroha before sending her to her friend's place for a sleepover,” Kagome beamed, accepting another hug as Sango wrapped her up tightly.
“Oh my- congratulations!” Miroku exclaimed, clapping Inuyasha on the back before the two of them slid into a hug as well.
“I think we missed something,” Kin’u stage-whispered to her twin, getting a teasing look from their mother.
“Aunty Kagome and uncle Inuyasha are having another baby!”
The girls gasped, looking at each other and shrieking in excitement. Abandoning their weapons with Inuyasha, they crowded Kagome, asking a myriad of questions. Kagome laughingly requested that they keep it to one at a time, grinning over their heads at her husband. Moroha would be home soon, and she would probably have to answer all these questions again. And she would answer with a smile, content to revel in the happy glow that surrounded her family.
Inukag week, day 5: Personal Space
The drag au has consumed me after writing for day 2. Enjoy "Shibuya and Katsuki" enjoying a casual date in casual crossdress
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Inukag Week, day 3: Bickering
My ideal papayasha is, apparently, sort of a combo of Bandit Heeler from Bluey, and Beleth and Asmodeus from Hell's Belles. Especially in modern au’s where he'd have access to real therapy.
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What Makes Us Tick
Inuyasha sighed softly as he approached the school, bracing himself for whatever awaited him beyond the front desk. Frankly, he was just relieved that he didn't have any meetings that day - just a stack of paperwork he could easily afford to put off for a few hours while he figured out what was going on with his kid.
He hadn't been too thrilled to hear that Moroha had gotten into a fight with a friend. It wasn't the first time she had argued with a classmate, but physical violence was new. At the very least, he could be glad that he had gotten the call instead of Kagome. For as wonderful and understanding as his wife could be, she struggled to comprehend how disagreements could come to this point the way he did; he'd been there.
When he spotted her sitting in the office through the window, he was puzzled to see her looking so upset. Red-faced and teary-eyed, looking more the victim than the assailant. He didn't see Miki, the girl Moroha had fought with, but he had been told the other girl had received a bloody nose as recompense for whatever she said that set Moroha off, so odds were good she was in the nurse's office.
Pushing the glass door open, he made eye contact with the secretary. She smiled, but he could see the exhaustion in her eyes.
“Thanks for coming, Mr Higurashi,” she sighed in lieu of a standard greeting. He saw Moroha twitch when he was addressed, fresh tears welling in her eyes.
“No problem. Any clue what happened?”
“Well, the girls had some sort of disagreement before class, and things boiled over during recess, but neither one would say what the fight was about,” she hummed standing to open the door for him so he could join them in the office. “Moroha has been inconsolable all day..”
Before he even had time to ask about a meeting with the teacher or principal, one of the chairs clattered, and he found his six-year-old suddenly latched around his legs, blubbering into his thigh.
“Papa, please don't break up with mama!”
The wail caught both Inuyasha and the secretary off guard. Chuckling awkwardly, he shook his head, carefully unwinding her arms from him and taking a knee in front of her.
“Momo, what on earth are you talking about?” he asked softly, wiping her tears with gentle fingers. She threw herself into him again, burying her face in his neck and continuing to plead with him but not explaining further.
With a soft sigh, he wrapped her into a tight hug, scooping her up and turning to the secretary.
“Seems like we need to have a conversation. You mind if I just take her home for the day? If the principal wants to have a meeting, we'll all come back after school hours, and we can start fresh tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Thank you, mister Higurashi.”
“Anytime,” he assured with a nod, leaning his catch his daughter's eye. “Not anytime-anytime. Don't go getting any clever ideas on me.”
Moroha gave a hiccup of a giggle, then sniffled, tucking closer to hide beneath the curtain of his hair. He signed her out of the office without any further fuss, keeping her tucked close and rubbing her back as they left the school.
He walked in silence for a few blocks, giving Moroha a chance to gather herself. It broke his heart to see her so hurt, and terrified him that her state had to do with her perception of his relationship with Kagome.
“Alright, pup, you feelin’ a little calmer?” He asked, waiting until he got a tentative nod in response. “Glad to hear it. So, you wanna tell me what got you so upset with Miki?”
He felt her breath hitch at his words, but after another moment, she sat up a little, still not meeting his gaze.
“M-Miki saw you n’mama fightin’ this morning, a-and she- she said that, when mamas and papas fight, it means they're gonna break up, cuz they don't l-love each other anymore,” she sniffled, clearly trying so hard to stay calm and keep her voice even. “An’ I told her, that was stupid, cause you love mama so much, an-and mama loves you - then she said I was stupid, cuz people who love each other don't fight, and- I just got so mad…”
“So that's why you thought..” Inuyasha sighed, reminding himself that the person on the other end of this fight was his daughter's age and was not an appropriate target for the anger he felt at Moroha's devastation, and he could not call a child stupid while they weren't around to prove it, even if it would make his own kid feel better.
He tilted his head up towards the sky, humming understandingly. He thought back to the beginning of their relationship - remembered blow-up fights, unkind words said in anger that they didn't mean, even when they said them. Arguments that some might say should have been their undoing. Compared to the way they used to go at it, their disagreement this morning hadn't even been a fight. Just little snipes about some stupid thing or other; bickering banter.
Chuckling with a bit more humor, he maneuvered Moroha up so she could ride his shoulders the way she usually preferred, his hands keeping hold of her feet and ankles.
“Okay. Here's the deal, pup; Miki might've been right if she was talking about someone else. But if mama and I were gonna break up over a fight, it would have happened a long time ago.”
“Are you s-sure?” she asked, still sniffing occasionally but seeming truly calm now.
“Very sure,” he insisted, tilting his head back to look at her. “Momo, your mama and I have been fighting since the day we met. We've known each other for sixteen years, and we've been doing relationship together for almost fifteen of ‘em. I'll spare you the math problem, but simply put, we've had lots of time to have lots of fights.”
He looked back at the path ahead of them and felt her cross her arms on top of his head.
“For some people, yeah, Miki has a point. Sometimes couples say awful, cruel things to each other, hurt each other, and decide they can't be together anymore. Some couples fall out of love that way.”
Moroha whimpered overhead, and he squeezed her little ankles.
“The trick is,” he continued, “Mama and I have spent years gettin’ good at arguing, so we know how to fight without hurting each other.”
“How's that?” The child asked, clenching her fists in her father's hair and making him wince.
“Well… you like wrestling with me, yeah?”
“... Yeah,” she affirmed, and Inuyasha could hear the shy smile in her voice
“Right! I like it, too. Because you and me, we're tough. And we like to roughhouse and play-fight, cuz it's fun for us. But if when we wrestle, if I started doing things that actually hurt you, you probably wouldn't have as much fun, would you?”
“Well… no…”
“Yeah. And same goes for me, because it's fair and normal to not wanna be in situations that hurt you. It's like that; Same rules apply for your mama an’ me. When we fight, we're just… wrestling with our words instead of our bodies. And it took practice, y'know - we used to fight just for the sake of hurting each other when we first met. But that wasn't fun for either of us, especially when we became friends. We didn't wanna hurt each other anymore, so we had to talk about it and stop using those things against each other in arguments.”
When they reached the house, Inuyasha took her down off his shoulders so they could go through the door without receiving head trauma. Once inside, he set her on a barstool by the island counter. Her eyes looked significantly less red than they had when he'd first picked her up. Leaning on the counter beside her, he ruffled her hair, smiling into big brown eyes that reminded him so much of her mother.
“Me an’ Mama’re very opinionated people - it means we feel strongly about all kinds of stuff. So we fought over who was right a lot. We still do. But we're always respectful of each other when we disagree, and we don't keep track of who's right more.” He paused, considering his own words. “Well- unless there's something at stake, like who has to do a chore or run an errand. But then, we're really just trying to work together to find a solution that suits us both, and makes sure neither of us are getting stuck doing more chores more often without making it fair.”
He slipped her hair tie out as he spoke, running his fingers gently through her hair to straighten out the tangles and catch the flyaways before putting it back up. Moroha hummed, even smiling when his long nails gently scritched at her scalp the same way Kagome did when he did it to her.
“Stuff other people hear as arguing is just us play-fighting, like when you and I wrestle. Do you… understand what I mean?”
“I think so… Wrestling is fun, so that makes sense,” she murmured, crossing her arms on the counter. “So… you guys aren't breaking up?”
“Absolutely not,” he assured, rubbing her back again. “You were right, Moroha, mama and I love each other so, so much. You might be surprised how much time I spend thinking of ways to make sure she knows how much I love her, because she's so good at making me feel loved, and I want to make her feel just as good. The only way we're ever gonna stop being together, is if us not being together is in some way better for you. Do you think you'd be better off if we broke up?”
“No!”
“Neither do we,” he agreed with a smile. “We are gonna have to have a talk about hitting people, because that's really not okay, and we can't just hit every person who says things that upset us, no matter how easy and fun it might be. But I'm glad we got the Love and Arguing thing cleared up. Y'know, if we didn't fight like we do, you might not even be here."
“What?”
“Okay! How about you go get changed out of your uniform, and I'll scoop us some ice cream?"
“Ice cream!” Moroha jumped down from her stool, bolting down the corridor and up the stairs to her bedroom. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to the fridge, pulling out the promised ice cream. Oh, he really hoped she wouldn't bring that up later, after he let his guard down. His daughter did not, at any age, need to know about the disagreement that led to her conception.
“Nicely done.”
He'd never admit to having jumped a little, but he did turn around and flash a grin.
“Thanks,” he said, offering his free arm to the woman leaned against the doorway to their office, fond adoration lining her eyes and curving her smile. She stepped forward, hands sliding around his middle as she leaned up to kiss him. He held her close and kissed back happily, pulling away just enough to see her eyes. “What're you doing home?”
“Called the school back on my way there, and they told me you signed her out a few minutes before, so I just figured I'd meet you here,” she hummed, running her fingers through his long hair. “That all sounded really heavy, but it seemed like you handled it really well. But I’m definitely missing context, so why don't you fill me in while I get out the sundae stuff?”
They fell into an easy rhythm while Inuyasha recounted the past half-hour or so and they set about dressing up glass bowls for their ice cream and putting out various toppings. Kagome was, as he'd predicted, very not thrilled that Moroha had gone and hit someone. But given the fight that had led to that, she was a little more willing to call it mostly even. She commented that they should probably call Miki's parents to discuss things - she and Moroha were usually quite close, and they'd gotten close to her parents as a necessity, so hopefully they could get both girls to apologize and that relationship could be healed.
Moroha came back in her favorite red romper and threw herself into her mother's arms, accepting her scolding for resorting to physical violence before sitting down to a bowl of ice cream that she ate happily.
“While I'm thinking of it,” Kagome hummed, setting her bowl in the sink, “I have something for you.”
“Yeah?” Inuyasha asked, dumping his last scoop into Moroha's bowl while her back was turned.
“Yeah. S'in the bedroom,” she nodded, taking his hand to lead him there. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned at his daughter before disappearing down the hall.
“You mentioned how our fighting is the reason Moroha's around,” she reminded him, bringing a blush to his face.
“It slipped out, yeah. Think I recovered pretty well, though.”
“You did,” she agreed, letting his hand go when they reached their room and going to her bedside table. “And… you remember that big fight we got into at that watch party Sango and Miroku had two months ago?"
“... Heh, yeah, I remember that,” he chuckled. “Remember that after party we had when we got home, too.”
“Good. Means I don't have to explain how this happened,” she grinned, turning around and offering him a small box, somewhat long and thin, like a bracelet box. White, with a silver bow. His eyes went wide as he took it from her hands, looking up at her as if to ask if this was really happening. She gestured for him to open it, but her beaming smile was all the confirmation he needed. Still, the sight of the two little pink lines brought tears to his eyes.
“Oh my God, Kagome.”
He set the box down and scooped her up around the waist, swinging her around until she laughed in his arms. He looked up at her, haloed in warm afternoon sunlight from the window, and he thought to himself (as he often did) that he had never loved her more than he did right then.
“I love you,” he hummed, hitching her legs on his hips to support her weight. “Thank you so much, Kagome, I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” she smiled, tearing up a little as she wrapped her arm around his neck, her other hand cupping his face. “You and our children mean the world and more to me. And I cannot wait to fight with you for the rest of my life.”
“Rest of my life. You're not getting away from me first, you're stuck with me, wench.”
“Bold of you to assume I'll let you die at all, then!"
“If I'm not allowed to die, you don't get to either!”
Kagome giggled, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed back, setting her on her feet so he could run his fingers through her hair.
“Shall we say, as long as we both shall live?” She suggested, dark eyes sparkling.
“Every version, every lifetime, Kagome.”
Inukag Week, day 2: Moonlight
Barely squeezed it out but by God I posted before midnight
Day 1 is, apparently, going to take me all week. Because it gave me motivation (coughanexcusecough) to try and make an animatic I've wanted to do for a long time. I've already had to temper my expectations to just the last minute or so of the song to get it done at all, so we'll see how that goes!
In the meantime, have an incredibly self-indulgent drag au
Still Into You cover by Natewantstobattle and Amalee
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Why Don't You Do Right?
Kagome giggled to herself as she finished her makeup, taking a moment to admire herself. Her hair was pinned up and back, covered by a brown felted fedora decorated with fluffy cat ears to hide the mass of it. Her cream button down shirt and crisp green waistcoat were perfectly fitted, falling nicely over her flattened chest. The matching green slacks were tailored to her exact centimeter, with cream spats fitted over brown oxfords she'd spent a week breaking in for this night.
“You excited?” She asked, glancing over to her partner with makeup-sharpened eyes.
“... Yeah,” he admitted, sounding just a little shy as he examined himself in the neighboring vanity. Satisfied with her own work, she watched him brush his fringe around until it lay just so in front of the felt dog ears pinned into his hair. His normally thick, dark brows had been glued down and painted over, leaving them thin and arched. His jaw had been softened by an expertly applied contour pallet, and dramatic eyeliner and mascara lent extra intensity to his golden eyes as he met her gaze. He smirked at her. “You planin’ on sittin’ there staring at me all night?”
“Hang on,” she insisted, leaning back and crossing her arms as she looked him over with a grin. “You know I love taking the time to appreciate what a beautiful woman you are.”
Inuyasha couldn't hide how his face flushed brightly at her words, with his usual long curtain of frost-white hair pulled back out of the way and curled into a beautifully coiffed ponytail. The pieces framing his face were similarly curled, giving him the aura of a magical princess, or perhaps a bride.
Standing from her seat, Kagome took an easy step forward, hands finding the arms of his chair as she leaned down to give him a kiss. She felt callused fingers on her cheek, and smiled into his mouth.
“Gonna ruin my lipstick,” he muttered between kisses, though he made no move to pull away. Emboldened by his enthusiasm and the character she played, Kagome nipped at his lower lip, drawing a gasp from her lover.
“It's never stopped you, why should it stop me?” She teased, recalling how much he'd enjoyed messing up her lipstick when she was already late for work earlier that week. “Besides, the crowd’ll love seeing how much I adore my ‘wife’.”
Inuyasha blushed so pretty, she thought, reaching over to pick up the tube of lipstick so she could touch it up for him. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact, and she smiled as his false eyelashes brushed his cheeks. He already had quite long eyelashes, which had come in handy when they were just dressing up casually, but stage performance required stage makeup, according to the woman who'd been working with them on their routine.
“What do you think the odds are that Kikyo and Koga’ll see us tonight?” He asked, flashing her a grin of his own as the tube left his lips.
“Infinitesimal. But it'd be funny; three years going on dates in crossdress to avoid them, and they finally ping us when we're on stage of all places?” she laughed, leaning back so she could see him properly.
For as much of a fuss as he made when she had first suggested it, there was a certain softness dressing up like this brought out in him that Kagome adored. Sure, he could be soft with her, when the two of them were alone. But under the make-up and pretty clothes, she found a different form of vulnerability he didn't portray when he wore the clothes of a man. And she hadn't been kidding - Inuyasha made for a beautiful woman.
The first time she had suggested dressing in drag, it was out of desperation for just one date to not get ruined by her stalker ex-coworker or his stalker ex-girlfriend. After a few tries, they didn't spot them anymore, but they figured they'd keep it up a bit longer “just to be safe”. Going to a drag show was just meant to be a fun date, relevant to how they'd been doing things; she hadn't expected to be so quickly welcomed into the community, or to get picked up by a professional drag queen who'd encouraged them to give the stage a shot.
“Kat? Shii?” A voice called, drawing their eyes away from one another to one of the assistants working backstage. “You have some visitors.”
“Hey you two!” Miroku called, followed by Sango to the little corner they'd taken up for their costume changes. The backstage area was bustling with queens and kings, she was surprised that they'd been allowed, nevermind that they'd gotten a guide.
“What're you guys doing here?”
“Figured we'd come show a little moral support, that's all!” Sango assured, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind her back with a smile. “Just wanted to sneak in quick before you got on stage.”
“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Kagome beamed, standing to accept the flowers.
“Think you're ready? Big crowd out there,” nudging Inuyasha's shoulder, Miroku gave him a teasing grin. He was having an awfully good time for someone who'd gotten his shit rocked after groping Inuyasha in full drag without knowing it. Inuyasha - Shibuya - had slapped him so hard he'd briefly started speaking Korean.
Inuyasha rose to his feet, the stiletto heels he'd become expertly accustomed to putting him half a head taller than Miroku.
“Good. We've got a big show to put on,” he hummed, smiling when Kagome wrapped an arm around his slim waist, emphasized by the padding at his hips and backside. She knew she looked very much a manlet at his side, and there was a part of her that reveled in it - like Inuyasha became somewhat softer, Kagome became somewhat bolder when she was dressed for date night. She loved her skirts and dresses in day-to-day, but there was a wonderful feeling of power in fitted suits and nice men's shoes. She smiled up at him, and he returned the look, his hair turned into a glowing halo by an overhead light.
“Alright. We should get back out to the audience if we want to get drinks before you two go on,” Miroku smiled, taking Sango's hand in his. “Break a leg!”
“You're gonna do great!” Sango agreed, waving with her free hand. “And Kagome!”
She looked at her friend.
“You've got lipstick in your mustache,” she warned, giggling as she and Miroku disappeared back out front. Squeaking in surprise, Kagome turned to the mirror, ignoring Inuyasha's laughter as she snatched up a make-up wipe to carefully removed the red smudges without disturbing the thin mustache and whiskers she'd drawn on with eyeliner.
“Don't tell me you two are getting fans already? You haven't even gone on stage yet!”
Inuyasha turned back, grinning at Jakotsu.
“If friends count as fans, then sure,” he hummed as the older drag queen came into their little corner. He accepted Jakotsu’s hug graciously, surprisingly touchy when he was all dolled up.
“Well don't you look pretty as a peony! How's the dress, sweetheart? Good fit?”
“Great fit! Thanks for lending it to me.”
“You go ahead and keep it. It's totally your color, and it looks better on you than it ever looked on me,” she insisted, patting his cheek. Inuyasha looked like he wanted to argue, but Jakotsu was clearly having none of it. The red dress was flashier than anything he'd ever worn while crossdressing, with a high kimono-style collar and a short, ruffled skirt that showed off the strong shape of his already long legs. Kagome made a mental note to give Jakotsu an extra thank-you later - she would make sure Inuyasha got plenty of mileage out of that dress.
Kagome finally stood from fixing her face, turning to smile at Jakotsu and accept his hug with much more enthusiasm.
“Kagome darling, you look so good! I like the facial hair! Very macho,” he assured, gently brushing a thumb over the eyeliner-goatee.
“Thank you! I wasn't sure about it at first, but it felt right, y'know?”
“It was a good choice, Tom cat!” he nodded, hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “Now, the crowd’s already wound up a bit, so you get to walk into good energy! Don't get nervous on me!”
“Oh, we've been in way more nerve-wracking situations. A little crowd work’ll be a walk in the park,” Inuyasha waved off the warning, confident as ever. Squealing in excitement, Jakotsu jumped around a little, stopping only when another assistant tapped his shoulder, reminding him that the current performer was almost done. “Okay! Okay okay okay! You guys ready?”
“Ready as we'll ever be.”
“One sec,” Kagome gasped, turning to the bouquet that she'd set on the table. Finding a red carnation, Kagome broke it at the second node, lifting the bloom and tucking it into Inuyasha's hair tie so it sat at the base of his ponytail. Taking another moment to stand in awe of him, she smiled brightly and took his hand in hers. “Okay. Ready.”
“Ooooh, I could just eat you two up!” Jakotsu squealed, moving behind them to push them forward. “Alright, your music’s queued up, Iono’s almost finished. Just wait for me to introduce you, and you can come do your thing!”
“You can count on us!” Kagome assured, her arm sliding back around Inuyasha's waist as Jakotsu left them to take to the stage.
“Everybody give it up one more time for Iono Montoya!”
The crowd renewed its roars, and a woman in a curly wig and bedazzled fencing foil passed them, squeezing their shoulders and flashing a smile.
“Remember, folks! The quickest way to a man's heart? Is between the fourth and fifth rib!" Jakotsu laughed brightly along with the crowd, flapping the loose collar of her robe as if to give herself some air. “Now then! Our next performers are my own discovery; new to the Camelia Club stage! Better to look and not touch, my dears, because these puppy-lovers are equal parts bark and bite! Get ready for canine claws and feline fangs, and please welcome to the stage, Shibuya Inuyamato, and Tom-Katsuki Nekomata!”
With deep breaths, Inuyasha and Kagome faded, and Shibuya and Katsuki stepped out into the spotlights to the roar of the crowd. Shibuya spotted Miroku and Sango at one of the tables off to the side, and squeezed Katsuki’s hand while the other waved to the crowd. Katsuki waved as well, but he couldn't help how his eyes kept being drawn to his partner. Shibuya's face had fully lit up at the warm reception from the crowd, her expression open and excited. Jakotsu winked as she passed them, pressing the microphone into Katsuki's hand. With a confident smirk and a nod of thanks, he took hold of it, turning to the audience.
"What an incredible greeting!" he began, getting a few extra cheers. He had gotten quite good at deepening his voice with Jakotsu’s vocal training, and hearing it back from the speakers, even he was a little impressed with himself. "I don't think I've felt this welcome anywhere but the arms of my beautiful wife! What do you think, Shii?"
Shibuya reached up to wrap her hand around Katsuki's on the mic, long red nails tracing the length of his fingers.
"I think you just like making me blush in front of strangers, Kat,” she shot back, sweet falsetto sending a shock of warmth down his spine.
"Guilty as charged. Can't help myself sweetheart, not my fault you look so damn good in red, wouldn't you agree folks?"
The crowd went wild again, and Katsuki saw Shibuya's face go even darker at the applause.
"Careful, Kat! You keep laying it on that thick, we're all gonna choke on it."
"Give you something else to choke on later, pup.”
That got the crowd whooping, and Katsuki could distinctly make out Sango's familiar shriek of laughter. He gave her a wink, and Shibuya leaned down to laugh into his hair. Wrapping his arm firmly around Shibuya's waist, he let her take the mic and gestured to the audience.
"We're here to sing for these fine people! Try to hold off on the choking."
"Well! In that case we'd better get this rig rollin'," she hummed, twirling out of his arms to slide it into the mic stand. Their hands remained clasped, tethering them together, and when Shibuya turned to smirk at him, the guitar kicked in.
“Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together."
“I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better.”
Katsuki found himself smiling even as he moved his mouth to the words.
The routine they had created for the song was an intricate one, allowing Kagome's attention to detail to guide Inuyasha's stronger, more physically adept body.
“It's not a walk in the park, to love each other.”
“But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it.”
"Cause after all this time," she sang, arms sliding around Katsuki's neck, "I'm still into you~”
Katsuki scooped her up into his arms.
"I should be over all the Butterflies!" they spun, confetti butterflies raining from the celling. "But I'm into you." "I'm into you!”
"And baby even on our worst nights! I'm into you!"
"I'm into you!”
"Let 'em wonder how we got this far! Cause I don't really need to wonder at all! Yeah after all this time, I'm still, into you."
The pair moved together with an automatic ease. It had been there since before their relationship had turned romantic; dancing around each other almost from the moment they'd met. Where one went, the other followed. When one moved to strike, the other covered their blind spot. And this dance had been intentional, perfected by months of dedicated practice. Inuyasha and Kayome's natural synchronicity was only emphasized by Shibuya and Katsuki's flamboyant motions and unabashed need to be close to one another. They only separated briefly during the second verse and chorus to collect tips from excited viewers, but it was clear to everyone present how eager they were to return to each other's arms.
"Some things just, some things just make sense and one of those is you and I.”
Shibuya leaned back a little, so Katsuki had to look past her enhanced chest to meet her sultry gaze.
"Some things just, some things just make sense, and even after all this time. I'm into you~"
"Baby not a day goes by that I'm not not into you!"
Katsuki lifted one of Shibuya's legs to hitch it on his hip, supporting her weight with one hand on her back as he dipped her back, turning to display her for the audience.
"I should be over all the butterflies~!!"
"I'm into you!" "I'm into you!"
They leaned into each other in turn, spinning together to gain momentum. Kat turned his back to the crowd lifting his partner while she braced her hands on his shoulders.
"And baby even on our worst nights!”
"I'm into you!" "I'm into you!”
"Let 'em wonder how we got this far!" Her arms slid around his shoulders
"Cause I don't really need to wonder at all!" his hands found purchase on her hips.
"Yeah after all this time, I'm still into you,”
"I'm still into you," Kat turned, pulling Shibuya into another dip.
"I'm still, into-" Shii leaned up, ignoring the last lyric to pull Katsuki into a fierce kiss. Going willingly, the performers found themselves only vaguely aware that they were not alone. The applause died down as a figure passed them, but the pair only separated with an embarrassed gasp when someone tapped the mic.
"Wonderful show, you two!" Jakotsu cheered, turning to give them a cheeky smile. "And a wonderful opportunity to remind our audience; make certain to spay and neuter your pets."
Blushing brightly, the pair righted themselves, taking a final bow to the encouraging whoops whistles of the audience before absconding to the backstage area to pick up where they left off.
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snapchats that Kagome get from Naraku at 2 am be like
I was supposed to go to bed but I had to draw this first
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