I have a prompt request! Can you do Inukag for “it was an accident” “it definitely wasn’t” ? Thank you!!
So I finally got around to this! I heard the call that fluff was needed and I aim to provide! Look what you did @brain-rot-hour...
Some post-canon domestic angst (barely) to
fluffy mc fluff!
1020 words || Post-canon || Married InuKag
The door covering of the hut flapped behind her as she stomped into the doma, removing her shoes just before stepping up onto the raised floor. She was stripping out of her clothes as she went, her mood less than sunny. There were decidedly wet plops on the flooring as each piece hit the wood.
The hanyou that followed her had his ears laid flat to his head as he peeked around the reed mat after his very stormy wife. He knew better than to say anything yet, opting to slip in silently and wait. He too was soaking wet, but he could wait it out.
Inuyasha held his tongue until she was in dry clothes, a towel in hand to dry her hair. She made no overtures to give him a towel and that was probably fair. He slowly peeled out of his suikan, hanging it up on the hook by the door. The spot he was supposed to hang it, but usually forgot. He made a point to wipe his feet before stepping any further in.
“It was an accident,” he murmured finally, ears still flat to his head as he stood and watched her dry her hair while pointedly not looking at him. He could see the increase of tension in her shoulders and neck as she heard his words.
“It definitely wasn’t,” she replied in a hushed growl. He opened his mouth to respond, then thought better of it. He peeled off his hakama instead, hanging those by the suikan so they would drip dry for now. In nothing but his kosode and fundoshi, he felt pretty vulnerable as he knelt down across from her. But he noticed that his change in attire and position had definitely lessened her intensity. “You know better than to swing Tetsusaiga around like that. We’re not fifteen anymore.” He bit his lip. She was right, of course. But she wasn’t taking everything into account.
“That beetle was huge, Kagome, it could have stepped on you. It’s different when regular animals get infested with a youkai. They get real big, but not much smarter.”
She pounded her fist with the towel down against the floor in a show of frustration. “You act like I don’t know that! Like I haven’t been doing this with you for more than five years now! I’m not a naive little teenager anymore, Inuyasha.”
“I know that,” he whispered. “I just… You could have been hurt. The pup could have been hurt.”
Inuyasha felt the nausea that had gripped him when the beetle the size of a house came out of the woods upon them, behind Kagome’s back and much more silently than its size would imply. He’d just reacted. Tetsusaiga was in hand, transformed, and swinging in a wide arc before he even had time to think about it. The rush of viscera had been wholly unpleasant and the only thing that had kept him from passing out from the noxious smell was knowing he needed to get Kagome clear and cleaned off.
She had been too stunned from what had happened to protest the dunk in the lake, squealing at the cold once it registered. Inuyasha tried to help her get clean, but she was too upset. So he let her do it herself, got himself clean, and then carried her home in this angry state. He wanted to bluster and yell back at her, but he was too worried about what it might do to her and their pup. Kaede and Sango had been very clear with him that he was not to upset her, especially in the later stages, as she could go into labor before it was time. So he had been holding his tongue a lot lately.
“I am pregnant, not an idiot. If you had moved us out of the way like you usually do and given me time to react, I could have gotten out of the way. As it is, you swinging that giant sword around could have been more dangerous than the beetle!”
He flinched when she did, her hand going to her belly.
A kick.
She wasn’t so far along that they needed to worry, but that didn’t mean he didn’t anyway. Inuyasha growled, standing. “I was protecting you. That’s what I do!”
“We protect each other, Inuyasha. I’m not a damsel in distress!”
“No, but you are my Mate and you are the mother of my unborn pup! I’m not going to apologize for protecting you both!”
It was Kagome’s turn to bite her tongue. Clenching her jaw, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. “I am not upset at you for protecting me, Inuyasha. Or the baby. Of course I want us to be safe. I just need you to think first.”
Despite his irritation, he could see her point now. And he had been feeling guilty all along for accidentally covering her in bug guts…
“I will do my best to think first, then react.”
“Thank you. That’s all I ask.”
“That’s all?” he asked a little teasingly.
“And to help me get these tabi off. I can’t reach and they’re soaked and I hate them.”
He chuckled a little. “Give em here, princess.”
“Excuse you,” she protested.
“You’re lucky it’s me down here. There’s squishy bits between the toes.”
“Inuyasha! Gross!” she cried, lightly kicking at him. He laughed, tossing the tabi aside and catching her feet. He grabbed her towel and rubbed her feet dry. Then he held them in his lap and warmed them, lightly rubbing along the arches like he knew she needed. “Hm… Better.”
“The best, and you know it.”
“You’re lucky I can’t reach you from here right now.” He pressed his thumb a little more firmly into that spot he knew always hurt until he stretched it out. “Oh… Alright, fine. You’re forgiven,” she groaned, falling onto her elbows and letting her head fall back.
“Damn right.” She gave him a look. “Damn right, you’re beautiful?”
“Uh huh. Love you too, Dog Boy.”
Inuyasha’s face split into a grin. “Keh.”
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Happy Sunday and thank you to @roomwithanopenfire @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @thewholelemon @noblecorgi and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags
I don’t have much to share as this month has been absolutely bonkers and next month isn’t looking much better. But I have a little from my COBB and a smaller but from Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin. I keep thinking how nice it would be to finish last year COBB before posting this years and I’m still hoping I can do that. I believe in me!
Anywhoozle, here you go…..
COBB:
I’m on my second coat of primer when I hear the loud bang of a door followed by a string of impressive curses. The water starts to run followed by a long stretch of silence. Just as I dip my paint brush back in the pale, I hear Baz call out to me.
“Snow?” My feet are on their way to him before the rest of me has time to think it through. “Simon? I - uh - I need your help.”
I pick up speed and for a second I debate sliding down the banister, but Baz already sounds on edge and I don’t think my arse polishing the railing will lighten the mood.
I find him in the kitchen with his hand under a stream of water, facing away from the sink, and looking paler than normal.
“What happened?!” My voice pitching high in the middle.
Sugar aka hockey fic:
Before I can second guess myself, I crouch down to the kids level, the awful rubber boots making a squeaking sound as I get comfortable, and I hand him the signed fish. He takes it and stares at the two signatures, my huge elaborate one and Simon’s smaller scribble.
“I’ll be listening for you,” I say, hoping it’s enough. Hoping I didn’t make him regret meeting me.
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