Would you mind just talking about Inuyasha AUs? It doesn't need to be any WIPs, just ideas you have for them.
*cracks knuckles* Hoo boy, here we go....
So, I currently have three ongoing Inuyasha AUs (self-plug below)
Modern/High School: An Unexpected Encounter
Robin Hood: Inuyasha: Prince of Thieves
Pirates: Shards of the Sea
But I have soooooo many ideas for more. Whether I get around to them or not is Debatable LMAO, but here's the run-down:
Indiana Jones/Raiders of the Lost Ark: Inuyasha and Kagome are, er, "bitter exes" (they never officially broke up, but he ghosted her lol) when Inuyasha comes back into her life, searching for a special medallion that'll locate the Shikon Jewel. He considers it a historical artifact; Kagome knows better. She's reluctant to help, due to how things "ended," but when Nazis intervene, heralded by a half-demon in disguise named Naraku (he's the Belloq in this), Kagome becomes partners with Inuyasha, teaching him along the way of the dangers of the Shikon Jewel.... And perhaps, rekindling their broken romance???
Quest for Camelot: Idk I just the idea of a blind hermit Inuyasha guiding Kagome through an enchanted forest so she may finish her quest. This one is mostly Vibes, no real plot lol
Blue Beard: This is my biggest HEAR ME OUT, because I'm lowkey obsessed with the concept of this without writing a word yet. Kagome has an arranged marriage with Akikoti Hojo, whose increasing obsession with her is unnerving, but she felt the need to protect her family with his fortune. Though she secretly holds a flame for her bodyguard, Inuyasha.... But then, one day, her husband leaves her alone with the house keys, with strict rules of not opening one door. Curiosity killed the cat, and low and behold..... well, if you know the fairytale, you'll know. Inuyasha defends her from her husband's wrath (possibly killing him??? or just bringing him in for justice, who knows), and they can finally begin their romance in peace.
In theory, a version of Twelfth Night or A Midsummer's Night Dream would be fun..... but I have noooooo idea how to go about it XD
Soulmate: I started writing a "first words tattoo" AU a while back... Except it isn't a "first words upon meeting," it's a "first words after you confess your love." I'll get back to it..... eventually....
Outside of my personal ideas/WIPs, there's also a ton of fairytale/myth ideas that would be fun:
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Riftan and Maxi make love. That's it. That's the fic. No build-up, no specific setting, just two horny lovebirds gettin' it on.
Posted on: ff.net and AO3
Words: 882
Rated: Explicit
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Riftan’s large, callused hands caressed her breasts and stroked her thighs with unbridled tenderness and care. Reeling, Maximilian clung to her husband’s broad shoulders, as he continued to map out her body with his hands, his mouth, his eyes…
“You must lay as still as a corpse.” Her previous maid’s words from her wedding night echoed ironically in Maxi’s memory. How could anyone follow those instructions when someone like Riftan shattered all possibilities of remaining still?
Maxi arched her back, her mouth open with a soundless cry, when Riftan entered her. How many nights had they done this and still it affected her so? How many times had Riftan moaned and growled in her ears? How many shocking, debauched sounds did she make, urging her husband to go deeper, harder, faster, longer until neither of them can take a breath anymore?
Riftan began to move above her, and Maxi gripped his chiseled arms for leverage, gazing up in awe at the handsome man who loved her, wanted her, needed her.
Maximilian, the woman who suffered abuse and cruel taunts all her life, was the undoing of this beautiful man who barked harshly in the day, but touched so gently in the night.
“Maxi…” he groaned reverently, and Maxi closed her eyes and whimpered in response, rendered speechless like every night, but unable to silence her reactions.
Deeper and deeper he drove into her, the hotter and faster her panting arose from her small chest. It seemed miraculous that such a large man could fit inside her, could push her down and make love to her so fiercely, and never once did she feel endangered, nor in pain, nor smothered.
Truthfully, embarrassed though she was to admit it, his lust, his desire matched her own, and she encouraged him in her own wordless way. She clung to his back, raking her nails over his shoulders, sometimes digging them deeper when he would react with a growl of pleasure and pound faster, faster, harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, using her heels to push against his taut behind, deeper, deeper…
Riftan encouraged her as well, but to speak her mind. He would hold her down and thrust relentlessly, making her breathless as she instinctively held back her cries of ecstasy. He would then slow down, with every inch of motion stimulating her over a tantalizing edge of oblivion. Maxi bit her bottom lip almost to bleeding to hold back her pleasure, but Riftan was determined. He caressed her face and murmured sweet nothings that made her blush in the light of day, but here in the night stoked the fire deep within her, drawing out moans and groans and cries the likes of which she had never imagined emoting before…
Then he nibbled on her earlobe while teasing her with slow thrusts, and Maxi gave a shuddering cry that almost sounded like “Oh gods!” Chuckling, Riftan licked more, nibbled, and suckled all around her ear, neck, and jawline, making his wife squeak and mewl in protest, squirming under his massive weight.
“Say it, Maxi,” he breathed, his teeth holding her earlobe, “say you love this. Don’t hold back, love.” He gave a sharp, hard thrust to emphasize the point, causing his wife to emit a muffled squeal.
Maxi panted heavily, her nails digging so deep into Riftan’s biceps, he knew there would be visible marks in the morning. His wife, shy and meek on the outside, was a regular vixen in bed, even if she didn’t know it, and he counted himself the luckiest married man in the whole kingdom. Riftan smirked and raked his teeth over Maxi’s neck, then kissed his way further down and caught a perky nipple in his mouth.
“R-Riftan!”
There it was. Riftan felt his manhood throb triumphantly deep within his wife’s soft folds, and knew he was close. But he needed to bring Maxi to her knees as well; he desperately wanted her to express how he feels every time they make love…
But it was more than pleasure that drove Maxi to climax.
Her past haunts…. Every cruel statement, every lashing of her father’s cane, the malicious gossip, the judging looks…. All of that disappeared from her mind’s eye when Maxi felt stars erupt within her core, her eyes opened wide, and her mouth crying out her husband’s name, over and over, because Riftan shattered the illusions, Riftan erased her pain, Riftan helped her forget, Riftan, Riftan, Riftan!
A mutual shudder broke over the two lovers as Riftan spilled his seed into Maxi. For a moment, they gripped each other, before Riftan lowered his head on Maxi’s bosom. The world shifted on its axis and Maxi laid underneath her beloved husband, reeling from the depths of their love and passion.
She gently pressed a shy kiss to the top of his head. A rumbling chuckle bubbled forth Riftan’s mouth as he looked up and kissed his wife on the lips, smothering her squeak of surprise.
“My dear,” he murmured, caressing her long, red hair, bringing a handful of tresses to kiss, “cry out my name more often in bed, and I swear I will shatter into a million pieces by your touch.”
Maxi blushed hotly, but managed to reply: “O-only if you shatter me, first.”
What's this? Another StarlingChild InuKag WIP???? What a shock XD Enjoy this little snippet, loosely inspired by a certain interaction in the 1981 film "Raiders of the Lost Ark." ❤
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...... Most of her clean up work on the floor was done, except of course the last table. She wiped it down, the stench of alcohol burning her nostrils, and turned up the chairs, when the door swung open behind her and then—-
“Hey, Kagome.”
That voice. It couldn’t be. Kagome jerked her head up and stared at the shadow that loomed on the wall in front of her. It was a man, with a fedora and unmistakable dog-shaped ears….
She dropped the tray and spun around. There he was. In the flesh. Looking not a day older than she last saw him. Silver hair, long and tied back, careworn red leather jacket, pants, and boots, the telltale lion’s whip on one hip and pistol on the other. His face had the shadow of not shaving in several days, his eyes as golden and mesmerizing as ever. His wretchedly adorable ears….
Kagome sighed. She wiped her hands on her apron, before placing them on her hips. “Inuyasha Jones. I somehow always knew you’d come back through my door.”
He smirked sheepishly, then cut to the chase. “I need to speak to your grandfather about one of the pieces he collected—”
BAM! Kagome’s fist made hard contact against Inuyasha’s jaw, knocking the wind out of him. Breathing hard, she leaned up to get in his face and gritted out through her teeth, “I learned to hate you over the past ten years.” Chest heaving, she turned heel, snatched up her tray, and marched over to the bar.
Inuyasha rubbed his jaw slowly, looking stunned but not wholly surprised. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I was a child! I was in love! It was wrong and you know it!” Kagome couldn’t stop the break in her voice, hating herself almost as much as she hated him. And oh, how she hated him! Every inch of his stupidly handsome body, from ears to boots. Fifteen year-old-year Kagome Ravenwood fell hard and fast for the roughish adventurer. Twenty-five-year-old Kagome was revolted to find the same emotions bubbling up, only this time tainted with years of heartbreak and resentment.
For his part, Inuyasha did look remorseful. His eyes softened to resemble a sad puppy-dog, and the worst part was that Kagome knew it was not manipulative. He literally couldn’t help it, being half dog-demon. Still, that didn’t stop her deadly glare nor the anger that had been building up for so long. Fuming, she turned her back on him and began vigorously scrubbing at the dishes haphazardly.
“I understand you’re angry, Kagome,” Inuyasha’s voice called over the noise of water splashing and dishes clinking, “but there’s more important things at hand. Where’s your grandfather? I have to see him about the Shikon Jewel.”
Posted on: ff.net and AO3
Words: 977
Rated: G, possible T
Genre: Hurt/Comfort & Character Study
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Caroline Ingalls could sense the wanderlust in her husband’s soul since they were still in their courting days. Even though he never even hinted at leaving the Big Woods the first several years of their marriage, Caroline waited, knowing that eventually, Charles would feel the itch under his toes.
First, came the long, arduous journey to the Kansas Territory, and building a little house on the wide, open prairie. The Big Woods might have been isolated from civilization, but only by a few miles and dense trees. The Kansas prairie was an ocean, vast and uncharted, with the nearest town of Independence over forty miles away. Caroline, a town girl at heart, swallowed her fear, her loneliness, her desperate desire to socialize with anyone other than her husband, three small girls, and the strange but kindly Mr. Edwards, and smiled and continued living out her husband’s dream.
Charles adored the great outdoors. If Charles had not been born a man, God would have given him wings and he’d fly north to south every seasonal turn. Caroline knew this, and loved him for it. Exhausted of moving and building, often frightened, yes, but she trusted her husband’s capabilities and judgment.
But then the government intervened and they had to move on. Unlike leaving the Big Woods, this move filled Charles’ heart with discontent. He had loved the open prairie, with its eternal rolling plains and wide, wide spaces with no people around. But being told to move, rather than follow his only wanderlust heart, had set a disquiet in his soul. Caroline knew this, and her heart ached for him, even if a selfish part of her heart rejoiced at the idea of seeing people and houses and towns again.
Plum Creek and Walnut Grove had their own share of problems. From locusts to unexpected blizzards, Caroline prayed daily to the Almighty for courage and patience like she never had before. Her two older girls, Mary and Laura, were becoming more and more independent every day, and Caroline’s heart was heavy with worries of their future. Meanwhile, she watched her husband warily, sensing the growing discontent and itching wanderlust in his eyes…
Years passed. Caroline almost believed that Charles had settled into Walnut Grove once and for all, especially after the scarlet fever nearly took their lives, and Mary’s sight. But onward they went, and it quickly became the worst of their pioneering of all. The homesteads took far too long to settle, and Caroline was forced into the role of boarding house hostess, with two teenage girls who attracted too many unsavory eyes. (She thanked the Lord above that nothing terrible came from it, but she’d rather deal with locusts and prairie fires than be the only thing protecting her girls from these wolves in men’s skin.)
Caroline gritted her teeth, smiled pleasantly, and cooked for these strange men, and waited for her husband to finally sort out the settlement.
The growing town of De Smet was where the Ingalls family finally put down their roots (literally, for Charles planted a tree as a gift to his wife). But then, the Long Winter came and they sheltered in town, half-starved and half-frozen. The Winter made people dream of better things, of the West and California gold, and of adventures further down the tracks….
Charles, hands too shaky from the cold to play his beloved fiddle, had a small glint in his eye, an impossible dream of traveling on to find someplace better for his family…
And for the first time in her marriage, Caroline refused to indulge in her husband’s itching feet.
“No! You will NOT go down the train tracks! You will NOT risk your life, leaving your daughters here without a father!” Caroline took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She rarely lets her emotions fly off the handle, especially in front of her daughters (who were all now staring at her, terrified, at their Ma’s wrath).
Caroline opened her eyes and stared directly into her husband’s. She could see it again: that restless soul, eyes that would happily gaze upon every inch of the world, there and back again, over and over, until his bones were creaky and his feet too careworn to move another step. In another world, another life, Charles Ingalls would be an explorer, climbing every mountain and following every path he knew or didn’t. He would learn everything a man could possibly learn, he would study under heathens and scholars and kings, he would be a sailor and conquer the seven seas.
Caroline knew this. And grieved for him. But she had a duty to fulfill, as did he, and he needed to remember.
And bless him, despite his wanderlust, despite their pioneering, Charles did understand. A zephyr within his soul calmed the disquiet and steadied his heart once more.
“Forgive me, Caroline. I forget myself when the call of adventure comes along and tickles my toes.” His blue eyes twinkled, and Caroline’s heart melted. He turned towards their daughters. “Your Ma is right. It would be foolhardy of me to go exploring in this weather, let alone without my best girls.” He winked at Caroline and Laura.
“No more pioneering. We make De Smet our home, or we bust!” Charles gave a loud “hurrah!” echoed by Laura, Carrie, and a confused but pleased Grace. Mary remained silent, but Caroline saw the palpable relief on her face, a sentiment that she shared.
Later, when the girls had gone to bed, and everyone was snuggled in their freezing beds as another storm raged outside, Caroline wrapped her arm about her husband’s waist. “I’m sorry, Charles,” she whispered, “for losing my temper.”
Charles chuckled and squeezed her shoulders. “Caroline, if I wanted a quiet little thing who never brought me to my senses, I wouldn’t have even courted you.”
Found these notes in one of my documents. And. Uh. I think I need to write this now (or anyone else for that matter lmao)
Transcript below:
Imagine little toddler Moroha rough-housing with wolves
Imagine little toddler Moroha yanking on Ginta and Hakkaku’s tails
Imagine Koga snapping at them for snapping at Moroha
Imagine Moroha making her first kill and the wolf-demon tribe cheering her on
Imagine after reuniting with InuKag, Moroha casually mentions “Papa Kouga” and Inuyasha nearly has a conniption
Imagine Koga strutting to Inuyasha like “yeah, I raised your daughter, unlike you, bitch”
Imagine Ayame loudly mentioning that Koga was the one who told InuKag’s story faithfully and without meanness to Moroha every night as a bedtime story so that Moroha would always know her “real” parents loved her
(Imagine Koga posturing and blushing, imagine Kagome pleased as punch, imagine Inuyasha genuinely stunned that Koga went so far as that)
In which I made this way hornier than I originally intended lmao
Posted on: ff.net and AO3
Words: 493
Rated: T. Not smutty, but things definitely steam up
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“What was that thing you did in the cave? The lip thingy?”
Zak looked up with a start, still wringing out his shirt over the pond. Crysta fluttered above him, gazing expectedly for an answer. Oh geez. He had suspected that Crysta was inexperienced with kissing, judging by her expression after the moment had passed, but to be asked outright…
He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his still wet hair, thinking over what to say, before settling on the truth. “It’s called a kiss. It’s when two people who, you know, like each other, touch lips. To show they like each other.”
Crysta ran her finger over her bottom lip, and Zak wished it didn’t look as sexy as she was making it, but dammit, he was already in too deep. Her eyebrows furrowed as she mulled over his words. “I like everyone in FernGully,” she finally said thoughtfully, “but I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone. Not like that.” She alighted on the branch next to him, sitting down cross-legged. “I think I’ve only pressed my lips on animals’ heads, but never on their mouths.”
“Well…” Zak cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s usually a different kind of ‘like.’ More, er, romantic leaning.”
Crysta’s eyes widened comprehensively. “Ohhhh, sorta like when animals mate!”
Zak coughed loudly, his face burning up as he averted his eyes from her wide, curious blues. “Uh, no! I mean, yes, sorta? Maybe? But not really…. It’s more like… the first step before, uh, mating.”
Crysta hummed curiously and scooted closer to an increasingly embarrassed Zak. “Soooo,” she said slowly, biting her lower lip, “does that mean we’re courting?”
“C-courting? Oh, yeah, I forgot that’s the old-school term for dating, but yeah!” Zak nodded enthusiastically, before backtracking. “I– I mean, only if you want to, of course, you absolutely don’t have to just because we kissed, if you want to make it a one-time thing, that’s totally chill, I guess–”
Crysta cut off Zak’s rambling with a kiss. It was clumsier than the first since she was the one initiating, but it did the trick. Zak quickly deepened their kiss, moving their lips together as he circled a hand to the back of her head, Crysta mirroring his movements.
“This is, ah, different than before,” Crysta whispered between kisses, as Zak ran his lips down her neck.
“It’s called ‘making-out.’ It’s like kissing 2.0. Next level. You know, that kind of thing,” Zak murmured, biting on Crysta’s pointed ear.
“I-I don’t think I understand fully,” Crysta gasped, arching her back, her wings fluttering excitedly while still remaining firmly in Zak’s arms, “but I think - ah! - I think I like it.”
“Oh God, Crysta, so do I. So do I.”
Crysta shivered appreciatively at Zak’s slight growl when their lips met again. “Show me all the levels of kissing, okay?” she whispered.
“That’s about the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
