#mirsannar

[theladyofthewest]

MirSanNar AU where Sango is the deputy enamoured with the Sheriff, Naraku, after he brought her younger brother's supposed killer to justice. Miroku is a new detective in town and the only one who sees something sinister behind the charming smile and welcoming facade. He begins to investigate the truth and he and Sango gradually begin to grow closer when a series of cryptic messages and thinly veiled threats begin to appear at his doorstep. He's close to something. And somebody doesn't want him to find it.

[narkik]

10 Cloverfield Lane AU feat. mirsannar

in which michelle is sango, miroku is Emmett and naraku is Howard

kikyou would be megan, but she’d be naraku’s dead gf that he probably/definitely fcukin killed

so sango is driving along and crashes and is subsequently ‘saved’ by naraku, and held under the pretense that the world has ended (which actually kinda sounds like ... how they met in canon...)

but she subsequently finds a friend in miroku - the only other person with naraku - who helps her try and figure out exactly wtf is going on

[narkik]

a/n: hey guys! here’s a preview of my mirsannar fic for rare pair week, written for the prompt ‘the open road’. i’m going for a southern gothic/urban legend-esque feel for the AU bc!!! i love horror!!! and i love my ot3 of Pain!!! :’) anyways im excited so ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

“Take my advice,” Sango spat harshly. “And get out of here. Okay? I’ll check you out myself; you don’t have to worry about anything. Just get in your car, drive, and never come back.”

Miroku was still confused. “I - I’m afraid I’m not quite certain what you’re trying to say, Miss Sango. I can assure you, everything about my stay has been excellent thus far, and I’ve been meaning to tell Naraku how helpful and lovely you’ve been - ”

“No!” Sango cut him off, panic suddenly stark on her features. ”No, no, please, don’t talk to him! Leave, while - “

Abruptly, she checked herself, casting wide, watery eyes to the floor.

“Excuse me,” she whispered, her voice cracking on the final syllable. Before Miroku could protest, Sango dashed out of his suite, slamming the door so hard that the bedside lamp shook - and in turn, disturbing the lightbulb within. For a few moments, the room flashed with beams of dull, orange light, accompanied by a thin, static-like noise that snaked itself into the sticky air.

But Miroku remained where he was, mind reeling from the events that had just unfolded; while he’d never considered himself a particular expert on the English vernacular, it wasn’t difficult to fill in the blanks of her sentence:

Leave, while you still can.

[narkik]

MirSan(Nar) 20 ^_^

title: better luck tomorrow

pairing: mirsannar

prompt: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” (x)

He’s such a heavy sleeper, she thinks fondly, futilely, stroking the uncharacteristically-quiet curve of his mouth as she bites back tears.

“Please,” Sango whispers, voice breaking like blue, brittle, begging bones, “please, please, wake up. You need to wake up, because I can’t do this without you.”

Cruelly, Miroku ignores her pleas, continuing to slumber beneath the black sky with eyes wide-shut. For the first time, Sango wonders if he dreams of her; wonders if the purple in his veins would tarnish her visage in them now, oh Sango my Sango, my demon-slayer, my dream-girl, you look so beautiful in violet, and whatever is the matter with love-colored violence?

“Enough,” commands the voice from all her nightmares, louder than any alarm. “It’s time to go.”

But Sango refuses to wake; clings to Miroku like her forever-fantasy, her coma-of-choice, while blood wells and seeps from the stars overhead, weeping alongside her as the world goes to Hell.

[narkik]

@thequeenwillruletheboard pls write that MirSanNar Jessica Jones AU Bc u pushed me into this hole and now I'm trapped here

[narkik]

Ugh this MirSanNar fic is proving to be way harder than I thought. I feel like Sango’s OOC - I can’t seem to write her as anything other than detached, and she doesn’t seem to express a lot of affection for her family. I’m very frustrated.

On the other hand, I think I’m gonna be handing out some dedications for the rest of Inuvember. Hope ya’ll don’t mind me being weird and tagging you in shit I write