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Stormfront [NSFW] - Read on AO3!

After being hidden away in a lonely manor for six years, tensions finally reach a breaking point.

Mochi and I were playing around with the idea of some angsty, angry, emotion-filled InuParents last week, and we managed to finish both the story and the art just in time for @inuparentsday ! So have a bonus fic and art!

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A part of him saw it coming. The flash in her eyes was telling enough, the twist of her shoulder and the turn of her wrist. As true as an arrow, her hand lashed out to strike him, and he could’ve easily plucked it out of the air.

But he didn’t, because another part of him knew that he’d earned it.

Izayoi slapped him across the face with no hesitation, striking stars into the corners of his vision. It would have been easy for her to break every bone in her hand against his jaw, but instinct had him moving with it, suddenly hyperaware of everything as lightning shocked through his body. The sheer audacity of it was enough to send him staggering.

And he did stagger. Just once. A step to the left, a hand drifting up to brush his fingers against his assaulted cheek. Red eyes narrowed as he stared down at her sheer impudence. There was an uneasy beat of silence to follow.

Then clawed fingertips lashed out and caged around her jaw, dragged her up and in, and he crashed his mouth down on hers.

Within, there was turmoil. In his body, in his mouth, in his touch. A churning, iron sea of emotion. For a full day and night, he’d chased her scent through the woods and wild paths. He’d worried himself into a rage as the universe itself worked against him, washing away their scents and the hope of a hastier retrieval. Rain, like his desperation, had come and gone in bands of dreary darkness. And now, here with her, there was only the storm.

What would he have done, had he lost her? Had something happened to their son?

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Into Fire and Into Ice - Read on AO3

In which Izayoi refuses to let her husband die.

Happy @inuparentsday everyone! This is the piece I did for the event, featuring some gorgeous artwork by @thornedraven – which you can see in all it’s glory here! I had so much fun with this collaboration, and I hope you all enjoy the work just as much as I did :)

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Sesshomaru would hate him no matter how he died, but perhaps he could do him the favor of dying on his feet. Suddenly determined, Tōga twisted until he managed to catch the corner of the beam in his palm, ignoring the searing protests that erupted throughout his body as he pressed—

—and the beam snapped in two, burning red-hot at its core as it fell aside.

Between that moment and finding his feet, there was only pain, the bleary anguish of blood filling his lungs as he stumbled out of the inferno and into the night. His knees hit the snow with a blessed, sharp relief as the mansion finally crumbled behind him, the wood heaving and groaning one last time as it was completely swallowed by the fire. Cold crept up from the ground and extinguished the flames that clung to his clothes and marred his skin, and then suddenly that cold was everywhere; Tōga hit the ground face-first, slumping forward into the snow.

The world was going dark at the edges. The snow around him was bleeding to red as tendrils of crimson crawled through the virgin powder, reaching out towards the forest in a gruesome latticework of blood. The wound Ryūkotsusei had torn in his side was only a dull pain now, but it was killing him all the same. Turning the snows to red slush, painting the world with the evidence of his life and his death.

He wouldn’t survive this. In the end, all that would be left of him were his blood and bones: InuYasha and Sesshomaru; Tessaiga and Tenseiga. He had left them plenty to discover when he was naught but a memory, when his bones were stored away. There were secrets buried in their bodies and plans left with his vassals to make sure they found them. That was all he had to give, and though he had prepared it with painstaking care, aware that he likely wouldn’t survive the fight that he had, in fact, survived so far, he suddenly felt as though he hadn’t left them enough.

And to Izayoi— to her, he could only leave his heart.

Snowflakes fluttered around him with renewed force as the darkness crept ever closer, narrowing the world into a blurry vision of white and red. A storm was encroaching, but it was distant, too far away to matter, because by the time it reached him, he would be gone.

In his final thoughts, he heard Izayoi call his name. Her blessed voice, her tragic worry, her beautiful scent… And for that, he was grateful.

Then there was nothing but the dark.