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[oddmawd]

If I had a nickel for every time the YYH fandom got weird about Kurama's romantic/sex life, I'd be able to buy and live on a private island and not have anything to do with anyone for the rest of my life.

ain't that the fucking truth LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO

[youkorose]

OKAY THE SMUT CHAPTER IS HERE!!!

Preview

I didn't answer this time, not just because I was considering the answer, but because it was hard enough to think with his thigh between my legs. "Are you trying to trick me into promising you?" I forced out.

"I wouldn't dare," he said, pressing his thigh against my lap. He moved it subtly to create a slight friction, and a muffled moan escaped my lips.

"You little bastard, you know very well what you're doing," I accused him. Kurama kept one arm around my waist, moved his leg again, and grabbed my jaw with his free hand, forcing me to look at him. My eyes had gotten used to the night so I could see him a little, his eyes bright even in the dark.

"I should probably warn you that I won't tolerate you talking to me like that, so I recommend you not doing that anymore," he advised me, moving his thigh again, sending another wave of arousal through my body. "Otherwise, I might stop at the best."

To punctuate his words, he stopped rubbing his thigh against my clit and pushed me off his body until I fell onto my back next to him. I didn't even have time to catch my breath before he leaned over me, taking both of my hands in one of his and pinning them above my head. "Now give me an answer. Do you promise that if I tell you to stay behind me, you'll do it?"

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[angelriverwrites]

A Rose and Its Thorns Prequel

Decided to write a prequel to A Rose and It’s Thorns to show how it all began.

Again, I suck at summaries. But enjoy!

Story summary: Mayumi and Kurama, early in their friendship, are walking home from school when things go south.

See how things begin in the prequel to A Rose and It's Thorns

“Well, I’ll see you on Monday, Shuichi. Have a nice weekend,” Mayumi said, waving goodbye to her once project partner, now friend as they went their separate ways while walking home.

“Yes, you too,” Shuichi, or rather Kurama, said waving after her. It felt nice to have someone like this in his life again. Ever since Maya, he’s been careful with making friends but when he first met Mayumi, he knew something was different. Her family, the Mikazaki clan, had been demon hunters for ages. And if he was right, he sensed that she was strong too. He planned to tell her the truth. Eventually. Mayumi herself knew something was different with him too. She just couldn’t place it. He had suppressed his demonic energy around her but she still sensed something.

Speaking of sensing something, she sensed a demonic presence approaching her once Shuichi left. She kept walking, reaching over to fiddle with the silver bracelet on her left wrist. Once it got close, she stopped walking and glanced over her shoulder.

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[starsxwonder]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 52/? Fandom: 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi/Original Female Character(s), Kurama/Original Character(s) Characters: Urameshi Yuusuke, Kurama | Minamino Shuuichi, Kuwabara Kazuma, Hiei (YuYu Hakusho), Genkai (YuYu Hakusho), Botan (YuYu Hakusho), Koenma (YuYu Hakusho), Yukimura Keiko, Kuwabara Shizuru, Yukina (YuYu Hakusho) Additional Tags: Angst, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Character Death, Hurt, Slow Burn, Fluff, Implied Past Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Some Horror Movie Level Violence, but only in a couple of chapters Summary:

The course of true love never did run smooth. But what will love cost her?

 Kurama/OC

*All major tags will be mentioned in the notes before the chapter starts

[kuragehime1]

Commission I did recently for a friend. Kurama and her OC Luna ❤️

( I slightly edited a sailor moon anime background and used it for the BG for the one of the left bc I wanted to see how it would turn out lol )

I am open to commissions right now, btw. Especially if you have a cool OC. 🙏✨☺️

[firestorm1991]

A girl moves to Japan with an interest in demons. She shelters herself from the world until she meets a certain fox demon. Can he help her in her time of need? Can she keep his secret? Kurama X OC

I'm posting this because I'm working on the next chapter for its sequel, My Own Worst Enemy.  Now's your chance to get caught up ^_^

[hereafteryyh]

In which paths find their ends.

Fic Blurb: Michi Kuroki would give anything to close her territory, to cut off her link to the Loom of Life, a tapestry of brilliant emotion and feeling and connection that colors every soul she meets. So when she encounters the beguiling Shuichi Minamino and his muted Loom, she's captivated. But like so much else since her territory thrust her into the occult, is he not what he seems?

I humbly suggest listening to “See You Later” by Griffin McElroy or “Katawaredoki” from Your Name. (which I sadly cannot find the original version of on Youtube; it is on Spotify, though) while reading, if that’s your sort of thing. 

And with that, I hope anyone who reads enjoys the conclusion. Thanks for coming along for the ride. See ya on the flip side, my friends. 

[daydreamdelivery]

(Good) Mornings

Kurama's awake before the first alarm goes off, both due to his early rising habits and also to how lightly he sleeps. Human world or no, one could never be too careful and some habits were hard to break.

So he's awake when the alarm goes off and he can see exactly what effect it has on the sleeping woman beside him. Which is to say, exactly none. She doesn't so much as twitch, wolf ears drooped, and the soft rise and fall of her chest against his reveals that it's not a ruse, but that she truly had not awoken.

With a small bemused smile Kurama reaches over to shut the alarm off, careful to not disturb the wolf demon as she is curled up against his side, her cheek pressed into his chest and one leg draped over his like he's her personal pillow. Her arm draped across his waist tenses briefly at his movement, holding him to her reflexively, before relaxing when he settles in the bed again.

Giving in, he runs a hand over her head and across fluffy soft ears and sleep tangled hair. He takes in her sleeping face and relaxed body, memorizing how it looks, before starting to wake her.

He starts with a gentle shake of her shoulder and his warm voice, low and soft, “it's time to wake up now, Kallie.” At last she starts to react, a vague grumbled whine in protest as she is still mostly asleep, and she clings to him tighter, burying her face more into his chest. Laughing lightly he shakes her again, “come now, you have work, love.” She's definitely waking up more, her face scrunching up adorably at the idea of both work and waking up, only to give him a wolf whine of protest, more like the ones she makes when mostly awake.

He starts to sit up, which pulls her with him as she was latched onto him, and she has a moment where she follows before letting go when he says, “the alarm already went off, love.” She bundles down back on the bed, cocooning herself further in the blankets, and a sleepy mumble emerges to ask “time?”

Kurama has a choice now. He can tell her the actual time, or he can imply it's later than it actually is. His eyes flicker to the clock and in the interest of learning what she normally does, since he hasn't seen it before, he tells the truth. “Seven.”

“Whaat?” Comes the surprised sleepy grumble, “no way. Too early. Sleep now.” And then she punctuates her statement by pulling the comforter over her head to block out his voice and the light filtering in through the windows.

Kurama laughs, watching his lover avoid the morning by becoming a literal blanket cocoon. “Love, you have to leave for work at eight thirty.”

She grunts an affirmative but doesn't otherwise move or react. Kurama sighs, a smile playing on his face. “Love?”

“I have alarms set. Lemme sleep...” Her voice is pleading, tired and heavy with sleep.

“Do you?” he asks, amused and almost disbelieving. He had set the clock on the bedside because he had not seen her set any alarms last night when they had gone to bed.

“Mhmmm... phone. Lemme sleep.”

Leaving her be for the moment, Kurama stands, stretches his arms above his body and then across, working out the kinks in his back from their sleeping position, and then goes searching for her phone. He finds it on the bedside table on her side, and flicks through her phone. Sure enough she has alarms set, they just don't start until eight. And then she has half a dozen of them, all set for eight minutes within the last, all with snooze options enabled to restart after five minutes. Mind reeling with the cacophony that's going to be every morning, he looks over at his already back to sleep lover.

Mind set on changing that, lest he have to deal with that many alarms going off in the morning, he leans over her, gentle hand on her shoulder shaking her until grumpy blue eyes glare up at him from the blankets, squinting against the light. She makes a questioning sleepy noise, unhappy at being woken up again, and he asks, “you don't have time for breakfast if you wake up this late.”

Her face scrunches up, the act of thinking taking a lot more energy than her lethargic not-a-morning-person has, and after a delayed moment says “I eat on the way,” before snuggling back down decisively.

Kurama makes a soft disappointed noise, and holds back his smile when her wolf ears twitch in his direction and she looks up at him despite her sleep wants.

“I was hoping to share breakfast with you.”

She blinks, the words taking a moment to settle in, and her ears tilt back like when she's feeling guilty. She whines softly, most likely without realizing it, and lets her face plant into the sheets, warring with herself. He's truly not sure which will win until she pleadingly asks, “wake me when it's done?”

It's her version of a compromise and he smiles down at her rewardingly, “of course love,” and after stroking her head once, her leaning into it, he turned to head into the kitchen. If all it took to get her out of bed at a decent time, instead of her normal harried whirlwind rush in the morning, and spared him the obnoxious alarms, was making her breakfast, then he was happy to do so. Plus it meant he could share the meal with her.

-

Subconsciously she's aware of the delicious smells slowly filling the bedroom, consciously she'd dead asleep. It's not until she's being gently shaken that she starts to wake up, and even then her mind is groggy and slow, taking a few moments to realize why she had started to wake up in the first place. Blinking her eyes in an attempt to open them, she peers up at Kurama, his face blurry until she rubs her eyes. Faintly she remembers something about a compromise. Something about food and not sleeping as long as she wants.

“Come now, you said you would eat breakfast with me.” He's smiling as he speaks, so she must not have slept through too much of his talking. Her mind is still slow so she makes a noise of agreement before she can figure out words. “'s ready?”

He chuckles, the sound making her happy, and says, “yes love, but if you don't hurry it'll be cold and I'll have wasted all that time making it.”

Well that wont do, she frowns. But her bed is so warm... but she did promise... and he did look so hopeful. Grumbling, less so than normal but still grumbling none the less, she heaves herself upright on the bed, blankets still clutched around her.

Kurama looks at her amused and teases, “plan on bringing them to the table?”

She hums before sleepily saying, “that sounds good.”

He laughs before tugging her up and onto her feet, a yawn causing her to sway as she starts to wake up. She follows him, humming in delight as they walk into the kitchen and the smells of food get stronger. “Smells good,” she mumbles before sitting at the table in her bundle of blankets.

In order to properly use her hands and arms though she has to let the blankets go, and they pool on her lap and off the edges of the chair, keeping only her legs and feet warm. But the breakfast in front of her looks delicious and it's warm and Kurama made it, so she grabs a fork without complaint.

“You made hash-browns.....”

“And you sound surprised.”

She glanced up at him, with a shy excited smile, “I love hash-browns.”

He laughed, the sound making her heart flutter even though it was far too early for that kind of thing, and replied, “I know.”

She pouted at his teasing tone but dug into her food anyways, complimenting the taste and his cooking between bites with words or happy hums. Soon she was awake enough to engage in actual conversation, though she still yawned here and there.

They talked for a bit, before an uneasy feeling settled on her, and when she figured it out she jumped in her seat, “crap! What time is it?!” She felt for her phone but she was in pajamas and it wasn't on the table and what if she was late for work and-

“Relax, it's only 8:10.”

“Really?” She looked at him disbelieving, sure it was much much later. “Are you sure 'cause we've been talking so long and before that eating and I never have this much time in the morning.” She was rambling and only slowed down at the sight of Kurama's smile.

“You never have this much time in the morning because you wake up right before you have to leave and rush yourself to death.”

“Well.... I really hate waking up and I really love sleeping so.....” she trailed off with a nervous laugh and Kurama chuckled.

“It really is only 8:10, but go grab your phone if you have to. We've had so much time because I got you up earlier.” She misses his amused smile as she gets up in a rush, nearly tripping several times in a row due to the blankets tangled around her feet. Stumbling through she finally makes it to the bedroom and snatches up her phone, already pressing the power button to bring the screen, and time, to life. It indeed flashes an unassuming time of 8:11am at her and she breathes a sigh of relief.

Sheepishly making her way back into the dining room she glances at Kurama and says, “sorry,” since he was right and she had disbelieved him. It'd be silly for him to lie over such a small thing as the time but her anxiety had gripped her tight.

“It's alright. But since you're up, why not get dressed now so you don't have to rush.”

She made a face at him, pouting, and turned to head back to the bedroom with a “I hate that you're always right.” His laughter followed her and she couldn't keep the stupid cheesy smile from her face.

She made it to work early, in a ridiculously happy mood, and with having already eaten breakfast. It was a miracle. And damn, if Kurama didn't make mornings more bearable.