Clutching at the red fabric and taking a big inhale, Kagome felt the tight tangle of anxiety come undone. She was fine now. Everything was going to be okay.
Inuyasha was here.
She didn’t know when it first began, because it happened so quickly and so naturally. She hadn’t thought about it the first time she jumped to the shelter of his arms—couldn’t remember when it became her instinct. Perhaps it began even on the first day they ever met.
When Kagome found herself in Sengoku that fateful day, lost beyond worlds, she’d run to Goshinboku to find her home, and there he’d been (her real home, though she’d never have guessed it back then). Sure enough, he saved her from the Mistress Centipede. Despite their rocky start, time and time again he’d prove his capabilities. Learning to depend on Inuyasha’s strength came fast by necessity. If she were in trouble, she believed that Inuyasha could and ultimately would deal with it—if only to ensure his Jewel Shard detector could fulfill her duties (at first).
Then they became friends, and she knew in her heart the way that he’d call for her, “Kagome!” had to mean he cared beyond her usefulness. Not because he had to save her, but because he wanted her to live.
She trusted him to defend her, to protect her, to find her—time and space and rules of the universe be damned.
She believed in Inuyasha. She put her whole heart into her faith in him.
And now, in her newest moment of terror, he was here.
“Kagome, would you quit being a baby already?” her husband admonished.
She was too horrified to be offended, and instead shouted, “No!” before smushing herself further into his arms. Okay, so maybe she was being melodramatic, but she couldn’t help it.
Inuyasha sighed over her antics. It was her weak spot after all.
Maggots. In their home.
Kagome hated bugs. She turned into such a sissy over them despite having faced far worse in her life.
With her body essentially glued onto him, Inuyasha warned, “I have to get closer to them to get rid of them, you know.”
She squealed, “No! Just use Tessaiga! You took out a wall in our house’s kitchen over a cockroach. Remember? I’m sorry I got mad before, just do the same thing now!”
He winced at the memory. It’d been years ago, but he still recalled the way she had screeched so loud that he had overreacted at the time. It’d been a lot of damage after all. He’d like to think he had a little more sense than he did back then.
“I’m not rebuilding our home because of some bugs.” Gross as the rotten heap of fruit was. The smell bothered him most, but even Inuyasha had to admit that the wriggling creatures were disturbing.
“Please, please, please just get rid of them,” she sobbed pathetically, this time burying her face into his chest and practically clawing up his torso to get off the ground. He doubted there were any near them, though she acted as if there was a huge infestation threatening to crawl up her legs any second.
Blowing his bangs up, Inuyasha relented to his wife and unsheathed his sword, which automatically transformed to its full size. Thankfully their home could accommodate it, but the contrast of the weapon compared to the compact pile of mush was comical.
Now, how to deal with this?
Not used to making such minuscule movements, Inuyasha did his best to scoop the mushy peaches onto the end of his sword. It wasn’t the worst idea. After all, he wasn’t keen on getting closer to the rancid smell. Unfortunately the resulting squelching sound made his wife let out a string of, “Ew, ew, ew!” before letting out a short scream.
His ear twitched. “You’re okay.”
She shook her head, gripping at him.
It didn’t seem like she was going to let go of him any time soon, and while he was used to carrying her around, the tight space and task made it cumbersome. But maybe he enjoyed, just a little, how close she was. He could do without her having a meltdown though.
“Okay, let’s go.” He held her to him with one arm, doing his best to navigate their way out the door along with the sword. Once out the door he carefully flung the offending pile of nastiness as far away as he could.
“Are they gone?” Kagome asked. She didn’t dare to pull away just yet.
He gave Tessaiga a good thwack to rid it of any remaining peach liquid. Then he sheathed it. “Most of ‘em. I’ll go back inside to take a look. You oughta get off me unless you wanna deal with them.”
A muffled sigh came from his chest. Kagome peeled herself off him sheepishly.
“Okay…” she replied as she stepped away.
“You wait out here.”
She nodded, and he disappeared behind the screen door only to emerge two minutes later. He chucked something once more as far away as possible, wiped his hands on his pants, and turned to her.
Kagome shoved herself back in his arms, this time hugging him with relief. “You got them all?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You checked near the sleeping mats?”
“Mhmm. You’re safe now.” His affirmations were tinged with affectionate mockery.
She didn’t care. “Thank you,” she mumbled as she clung to him. “You’re my hero.” Quickly (because they were outside) she kissed his lips to show her gratitude.
Inuyasha could not remember the last time he cared about feeling protected.
Living was mostly about survival, a little bit about having fun between the hunt and the chase, but never about coming home to anything, or feeling particularly warm, cozy, or safe.
Days bled into each other, time passed like a fishnet of vines crawling up a forgotten wall in the forest, and he lived between the moments of horror and peace. Safety was a luxury he could not afford, and by the time he came to the age of 9, Inuyasha resigned himself to the feral life of an orphaned half-demon, forgetting what it ever even felt like to not worry if he’d see tomorrow.
Once, he might have recalled what it meant to be safe when he wanted it for a priestess that later broke his heart.
But it was fleeting in the large scheme of things, and although he woke up from his magic induced slumber like the betrayal was just yesterday, safety as an idea felt 50 years away.
And then that stupid girl that smelled like another era, smiled like she had not seen villages pillaged, spoke to him as if his father was not a terror to an entire region of the country, had to go and get herself kidnapped. Again. And again. And again.
And damn if that didn’t make him want to seek safety like a nook in an aged tree he could stuff her into.
Damn if that didn’t make him shove her into a well, stuffing it with a tree because he could do that.
Damn if that didn’t make him wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, images of losing her mocking him for not being fast enough, strong enough, safe enough.
And then he forgot what it was to forget what safety was. And then he forgot what it used to feel like, falling asleep to the tune of his own heart instead of 4 others.
And then one day, years later, he woke up to the oblivious press of a toddler’s left heel on his ribcage, the quiet humming of a baby making shapes in the ceiling, and the gentle staccato of his wife’s heartbeat draped over his own.
When once he had sought safety, desperately wanting to be it for the people he most loved in this world-
he now found himself wrapped in it, cocooned in her snug embrace.
CALLING ALL INUKAG FANS: INUKAG WEEK IS BACK FOR ITS 8TH EDITION!
The 2023 edition of #INUKAGWEEK; will start on May 29 and end on June 4!
This event is meant to celebrate the relationship between our beloved Inuyasha and Kagome ❤️
➳ ABOUT:
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➳ PROMPTS:
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May 29. Love language(s)
May 30. Possession
May 31. Safe
June 1. Modern
June 2. Heat
June 3. Courting
June 4. Smile
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CALLING ALL INUKAG FANS: INUKAG WEEK IS BACK FOR ITS 7TH EDITION!
The 2022 edition of #INUKAGWEEK; will start on June 12 and end on June 18!
This event is meant to celebrate the relationship between our beloved Inuyasha and Kagome ❤️💚
➳ ABOUT:
All kinds of fanworks are accepted, including fanarts, graphics, fanfictions, playlists, amvs, headcanons, etc. Everything that is put in the #inukag week tag will be reblogged to this blog (or preferably tag us using @inukag-week!)
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Thank you for sending us prompt ideas and participating in the prompt poll! If you’re curious about the results, you can find them HERE.
June 12. Domestic
June 13. Role Reversal
June 14. Intimacy
June 15. Scars
June 16. Parenting / Moroha
June 17. Teasing
June 18. Anniversary
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So as it turns out, Jaken is truly the savior. He carried the emotional burden of caring for the twins, caring to make sure InuKag saw their daughter growing up, watched over Setsuna, waited on Rin…this dude has the biggest heart.
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