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June Doodle Drabble Night!
Hey guys, our next DDN will be held on Saturday, 29th June, 9:00am-12:00pm UTC+9 (Tokyo)!
It’s different to our usual day & time, as we have a different host, however, for those of you who are already familiar with our kakairu DDNs, it still works out to be the same time as usual!
If you haven’t joined us for a DDN before, the forum automatically converts timezones and will share the day & time that it will be for you when you look at the event; but if you want to double check, you can use this timezone converter to confirm you have the right time!
You can check in here; and if you don’t know what a DDN is, you can find out more in this post!
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!
We hope to see you there!
Congratulations to @sereia1313!!
Sereia completed ALL 120 prompts for our 2022 year! Thank you so much for your participation.
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Ogólnie rzecz ujmując, osoby, które nie były darzone miłością w dzieciństwie, w dorosłym życiu podświadomie oczekują, że ich podstawowe potrzeby bycia kochanym w końcu zostaną zaspokojone
The first snow
Sesshoumaru bent his head down, rubbing his nose over a magenta stripe-adorned cheek. “You need to sleep, pup,” he admonished softly but couldn’t contain the smile as Akihiko squealed in delight as new snowflakes fell down from the sky.
posted on AO3 for Discord Drabble Night.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Sesshomaru appears out of the blue at the foot of Kagome's porch one morning. What could he possibly need? And why does he want her to follow? Sesskag
Pairing: Sesshomaru x Kagome
Rating: E
My response for June ddn prompt: Aid
Preview:
“Miko,” Sesshomaru bows to Kagome as she lifts up the canvas flap at her hut's entrance. She pauses, blinking at him. Stepping outside her hut, she returns the bow. Kagome smiles at Sesshomaru as she rights her posture.
"Good Morning, Sesshomaru,” she greets, “I wasn’t expecting anyone today, I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“I’m in need of your assistance,” Sesshomaru states. Pivoting on his heel, Sesshomaru treks his way across her lawn toward the village road. He looks back at Kagome over his shoulder, “Bring your herbs.
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Written for @sesskagddn
All word counts: 100
Prompt One: Passion
Everyone knew Sesshomaru as stoic.
And he was.
He was slow to crack a smile, slow to show his rage, subtle in the ways he expressed interest or happiness or affection, he was cool and collected.
But he was brilliant in passion.
Kagome knew few had seen him that way, sweating and swearing and chasing release, and she would never take for granted the gift it was to be his this way.
Especially when he would cuddle up next to her after and nuzzle into her hair.
In the safety of their bed he was not stoic.
He was sweet.
Prompt Two: Error
Kagome grumbled under her breath, trying another combination of keys to try and fix whatever problem was keeping her from finishing her work for the day.
ERROR
She growled, trying yet another combination, praying and begging it would work.
ERROR
She whined.
She just wanted to go home.
“Please please please,” she chanted, trying again.
ERROR
“GAH! It’s hopeless! I’ll never figure-“
An arm reached over her shoulder, golden eyes staring at her with warm amusement as Sesshomaru, the hot guy from the next cubicle, fixed her issue with a quick strike of keys.
“T-thank you.”
“Do not mention it.”
Prompt Three: Learn
Kagome, he’d learned, could not be learned.
She claimed she wanted to be friends, or at least, more than allies since she was now taking such a prominent hand in Rin’s education and upbringing.
“Unconventional coparenting,” she’d said.
But she was MADDENING in her irreverence, and he couldn’t figure her out.
She would go from picking idly at his sleeves and hair, droning on about hopes and dreams, to calling him a spoiled jerk who took himself too seriously.
It made no sense.
Blue eyes twinkled as she bid him farewell, and he counted the hours before his next visit.
Prompt Four: Share
Kagome stared agog at her half empty bowl of popcorn as Sesshomaru reached in and took another giant handful stuffing it all in his mouth.
He grabbed another.
And another.
The bowl growing emptier and emptier by the moment.
And she’d only had a few bites, herself.
She couldn’t even say what was happening in the movie they were seeing, as she’d been too busy watching in shocked horror as Sesshomaru ate all of their massive bowl of popcorn.
All by himself.
“Do you mind?!” She snapped. “You said you didn’t like it!”
“You said we would share,” he smirked.
Prompt five: repeat
“I… repeat that again, please?!”
Sesshomaru’s mouth thinned into an agitated line, but he inhaled, held it, and released, gearing up to give his speech again.
“I said, miko, that… this one would… like to court you.”
“Okay, so I DID hear you right…. BUT WHY?!”
Sesshomaru tensed up again, and she felt bad for how much discomfort she was causing.
But she was just *so confused.*
“I have… developed… a… *regard* for you.”
“A regard?”
“Hn.”
“I see.
He was so stiff with tension, waiting breathlessly, but when she agreed, it looked like the sun rose in his eyes.
Prompt Six: Design
Kagome’s heart was hammering.
Her hands shook as she smoothed the seam of her latest design on the models broad back and then walked around to adjust the lapels on his chest and straighten the chains of the necklaces he wore.
He watched her through eyes of the wrong color, and she brushed too dark hair off his shoulder.
But it was unmistakable.
After all this time… Sesshomaru.
“Fancy seeing you here, miko.”
She met his eyes, falling past the glamor of brown meant to hide their golden depths.
He wanted to sweep her away again.
She would let him.
Prompt Seven: Form
Kagome had not wanted to go all the way to the European countryside to visit an aunt she’d never met before, but she’d been guilted by her mother into “one last family trip before you graduate college and leave me forever.”
So she’d relented.
There was nothing to do, just an overgrown garden with one statue sitting in front of a fountain.
She huffed at it and turned to go back inside but she spun too hard and fell backwards, knocking the statue into the water.
A splash. A flash. And she was in the arms of a beautiful man.
Prompt Eight: Produce
He would train relentlessly.
He would surpass his father.
He would rule the west with an iron fist and show not one shred of weakness to exploit.
He would find a strong, capable yokai woman and produce powerful pups to he HIS heirs to train to one day surpass him.
These were his duties, the ones he’d had stamped on his heart and soul since before he was born, the ones he’d been raised to hold above ALL things.
And he did.
Not one want, need or desire had come before them, and he’d been content in that.
Until Kagome.
Prompt Nine: Inspire
His father inspired him to spite.
He may have fallen prey to weakness but Sesshomaru would rise above.
His mother inspired him to indifference.
She sat above it all in a palace on the clouds and nothing touched her physically OR emotionally. It was how HE needed to be.
His brother inspired him to rage.
At first a constant reminder of the downfall of their great and terrible father, now he was just…. A brother, anger inducing in different ways.
Rin inspired him to softness.
A life to nurture instead of destroy.
Kagome inspired him… to love.
To love HER.
Prompt Ten: Dismantle/Build
There was so much to dismantle and toss out.
Anger and sadness and hatred and bigotry and abandonment.
Was that all there was to him? Was he made of only these hard, ugly things that hurt and maimed and destroyed not only those who stood in his way, but his very soul?
It seemed endless, the task of breaking apart the darkness so he could rebuild with the light.
It seemed hopeless. Endless. Thankless.
Pointless.
Soft hands with blunt nails, human nails, settled on his arm.
He covered them with his own, and he remembered why he wanted to try.
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