#sessnarkik

[kagkik]

SessKik Fics

i didn’t have time to write anything for sesskik weekend (boooo!!!) so i thought i’d link my existing fics for your convenience. the last one is technically sessnarkik but it’s still pretty heavy on the sesskik front.

enjoy the garbage folks! @sesskik-weekend

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falling star by marsmagari (sesshoumaru/kikyo)

In which a demon rescues Kikyo on her way to visit her sister. (A Howl's Moving Castle AU featuring SessKik as Sophie and Howl.)

give your tears to the tide by marsmagari (sesshoumaru/kikyo

They were two of the coldest people that Inuyasha had ever known, and yet they'd managed to stoke an empire of warmth in each other's lonely, frozen hearts. (SessKik through Inuyasha's POV.)

paper flowers by marsmagari (sesshoumaru/naraku/kikyo)

An exiled king, a clay doll, and a spider come together in an abandoned castle sunken in mist, and seek refuge in each other from the grim, forsaken world outside. Touch is the only means to fill an empty space inside a counterfeit heart.

[kagkik]

“They were drowning, all three them, and they weren’t even trying to swim because why would they when there was no land above the surface? No sanctuary. No hope. Nowhere to belong. Nothing but dark, unforgiving ocean without limit. A bottomless shadow stretching out forever.

At least when they were sinking, they were together.”

Paper Flowers, happycookiie

[kagkik]

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

Relationship: Kikyou/Naraku/Sesshoumaru

Summary: An exiled king, a clay doll, and a spider come together in an abandoned castle sunken in mist, and seek refuge in each other from the grim, forsaken world outside. Touch is the only means to fill an empty space inside a counterfeit heart.

Rating: Explicit

There was a decorum, Kikyo had found, in dying and being born-again. In being taken apart and put back together; in being obliterated and having all the pieces reform into something similar to the original, yet different. She was an enchanted doll, wandering the darkened hallways of a castle forgotten in mist. Sometimes she felt like a ghost, swallowing the souls of lamented maidens in order to keep the clockwork in her porcelain ligaments turning.

If not for the monsters that roamed the same hallways she did, she could have been the only person left in the world.

But she was not.

Her only companions were a demon king—a fallen king, rather, for his kingdom was in shambles and his people were all dead—and a spider made man, whose lust and greed had been so powerful that he too had been reborn as she had. She knew who they were, knew their names and their stories, but those things held little value now.

A memory meant nothing now.

[kagkik]

would anyone ever read sesshoumaru x naraku x kikyo fanfic

[kagkik]

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

Relationship: Kikyou/Naraku/Sesshoumaru

Summary: An exiled king, a clay doll, and a spider come together in an abandoned castle sunken in mist, and seek refuge in each other from the grim, forsaken world outside. Touch is the only means to fill an empty space inside a counterfeit heart.

Rating: Explicit

It had taken Sesshoumaru a little under seven hundred years to comprehend how one could spend a fraction of a lifetime alone and never once feel lonely, only to suddenly be hit with a profuse notion of it all at once. It was jarring, unfamiliar, aching. During whatever rare spells of sleep he was granted with, he found himself dreaming of the uncanny comfort of camaraderie. A twin-headed dragon. A kappa. A girl running circles around his legs with troupes of flowers woven throughout her hair. He even dreamed of a boy with a great chain sickle, swinging from tree branch to tree branch like a twirling marionette. The dreams were a consolation when he was in them, but when he was awake, they were barrels of gunpowder going off inside his brain.

He wasn’t sure how to silence them.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

[kagkik]

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

Relationship: Kikyou/Naraku/Sesshoumaru

Summary: An exiled king, a clay doll, and a spider come together in an abandoned castle sunken in mist, and seek refuge in each other from the grim, forsaken world outside. Touch is the only means to fill an empty space inside a counterfeit heart.

Rating: Explicit

Naraku awoke to an empty bed in an empty pocket of the world. No sounds drifted in through the open shoji doors, nor did any light. The acres of thick grey mist outside made quite certain of that. He felt imprisoned in the gloomy bedchambers, trapped by an invisible force which paralysed his aching body.

His flesh was covered in purple bruises and teeth marks, the most noticeable one being the colossal blemish on his shoulder that Sesshoumaru had inflicted. Angry and swollen, it was already beginning to scab, and it throbbed with a sweet incessant ache. Flecks of dried blood still remained, scattered up and down his collarbone like rose petals.

He could still feel the pressure of Kikyo’s lips on his skin.

[kagkik]

ok so i wrote the sesshoumaru/naraku/kikyo thing who wants it

[kagkik]

you just know that naraku’s real wish was to have a threesome with kikyo and sesshoumaru