#fawnie's recs

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Hi Fawn! Do you have any inukag fics that you have enjoyed reading recently and that you would recommend? :)

Hello sunsetskys, dear! Thank you so much for the ask!

Here is a list of a dozen InuKag stories that I've read in the past few months that have really captured my attention. Fair warning; this list runs a little bit on the angsty side, because that's where my heart does lie (I'm a sucker for a good dark and angsty story), but I tried to give you a little bit of fluff to make up for it!

It's a long list, so it's below the cut, but I hope you find some of these as enjoyable as I have!

The Art of Falling in Tandem (E; ongoing) by @shikonstar

After several years away, Kagome believes she is over Inuyasha and is finally ready to accept him as just a friend. And what could be the best way to prove this? Moving in with him, of course! She can handle it, right? The close contact. The intensity of his eyes. The shirtless.....well. She might have overestimated herself.

B-Side (T; complete) by hakomorebi (Ao3)/@serial-doubters-club

Inuyasha is a photographer assigned to cover a local music festival. When one of the performers sings a song written by his mother, a song only the two of them could possibly know, his world is turned upside down. Inuyasha may have to come to terms with the fact that his mother kept a secret that she took to the grave. 

The Closest Moment to Dawn (M; ongoing) by @classysassy9791

They named her Kagome after finding her injured and unconscious on the subway. Suffering from amnesia, she recuperates under the care of a semi-retired surgeon and a fresh young doctor. But when dark and violent flashes of her past come back to haunt her, Kagome begins to wonder if her past was worth remembering. Especially when a man she doesn't recognize quite literally lunges into her life, accusing her of murder.

Don’t Judge a Book By Its Cover (series; ratings differ) by @superpixie42

Kagome Higurashi wanted to be anywhere but at the grungy bus station at 6am with her screaming infant. But when the local delinquent turns out to be a total sweetheart, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem to be. The story of how one act of kindness deserves another, and how strangers became closer than family.

The Ghost of the Higurashi Shrine (M; ongoing) by @elkonigin

After helping her grandfather on a regular, run-of-the-mill-excorcism-turned-blessing (it's better if you just don't ask questions, well maybe you should, Kagome didn't and look at where it's gotten her so far), Kagome finds that things, well, weird things, are happening in her home and around the shrine, in addition to some other places that really just don't make sense. Kagome doesn't consider herself brilliant by any means, she's barely passing as it is, but she's pretty sure that this mess isn't normal.

Go Away, Dad! (M; complete) by @neutronstarchild

There are times when the difference between human and demon traditions is stark. And right now, with Tōga’s prouder-than-sin grin at his naked son and Izayoi’s abject horror at her idiot husband, Inuyasha can only hope that Kagome is the understanding type.

Haunted (M; complete) by @witchygirl99, @wolfcry77

“Why are you here?” Kagome whispers to him.

“Haunting you, I guess,” he replies.

“Will you stop?”

“Don’t know how.”

That gets him a sharp look. He can feel that dark gaze boring into him. “What do you mean?”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here with you, either,” Inuyasha states, practically growling. “You think I want to be reminded of my—” Death. Of his death. “But wherever you go, I’m pulled there. No fucking idea as to why.”

Agent Kagome Higurashi kills Agent Inuyasha Taisho in action. Neither let go.

How Does Your Garden Grow? (M; ongoing) by @dawnrider

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found…

How to Train Your Dog Demon (M; ongoing) by @anxietyaardvark

Izayoi is tired of Inuyasha's excuses. All he does is work; despite his protests, she knows he's lonely. She decides to get him a companion to get him out of the house, and when she finds a no-nonsense dog trainer with great reviews, ulterior motives take over.

Once Upon a New Moon’s Nonsense (T; complete) by @mrfeenysmustache

A lot has changed over the centuries, and where once his kind was hunted, now they’re just… tolerated.

And well, Inuyasha is lonely.

For one night a month, Inuyasha gets to be wholly human instead of half, and he takes full advantage, lining up dates weeks in advance in the hopes of finding someone sweet and accepting who will potentially love him Hanyo heritage and all, and he has the perfect spot for wooing- a local restaurant with the comfiest atmosphere, cheapest drinks, best food, and cutest waitress.

But that’s NOT why he goes.

It’s not.

It is.

Sense and Sensibility, an Inuyasha Retelling (T; ongoing) by @kalcia, @ruddcatha

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

Willow (E; ongoing) by @lavendertwilight89

Kagome had been planning to move to the States for years and when she graduated and got a job offer in LA, she hopped on a plane and was reunited with her best friend Inuyasha. What they hadn't realized was the growing concern over COVID-19 and the eventual shut down and mandatory quarantine of the world could ruin Kagome's plans. When Inuyasha comes up with a plan to keep her in the country, will she accept?

#fic recs #sunsetskys #asks and answers #fawnie's recs #inukag #inuyasha x kagome

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hii! i would like to request a sandman fic during the time he was in captivity where his guard fell in love with him and slept during a shift making Morpheus escape through her dreams ("Night Shift" if you will hehe) fluff and smut if that's okay with you, thank you and looking forward to reading your work!<3

The Night Shift

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, f rec oral, fluff, mentions of WW2 happenings ie: bombing blitz in London (Set in 1940) WC: 3.3k

There were a lot of work opportunities for women with the war being fought across Europe. With most men fighting for freedom and their country, the women were taken from their sedentary roles and given opportunities that were otherwise deemed inappropriate for a genteel lady such as yourself.

It was this opportunity of an adventure outside of the high stone walls that had you departing St Margaret’s Finishing School for Ladies of Good Grace. You were to join the employment of a man called Alex Burgess at his Sussex estate, though the terms of your employment had yet to be confirmed. It was all very difficult to get an answer out of the man, he was quite reluctant to say anything on the telephone.

5th November 1940 There you were on a train south out of London, the pillar of smoke from the engine darkening the windows as it left the station. An early first snow had just begun to fall over Kings Cross  and you knew it would be a white Christmas this year. You liked to think it was a good omen, as if the blanket of snow could hide the stain and scars of the war, but maybe it was just the hopeless dreamer hidden within.

“Welcome to Fawny Rig, I do apologise for the secrecy,” Mr Burgess greeted as he answered the door himself. 

“There is no need to apologise,” you assured him as he took your suitcase and invited you to step into the dark wood foyer. “You have a lovely home.”

And so your new life began. You were given an evening job, the night shift that no one else cared for, watching over an ill man. Alex said he had a rare condition that required him to live inside a sealed sphere, that it kept him alive. You thought it a daft idea, for everyone knew fresh air was best for ailments of all kinds. But he was your employer and this was the role, you would do as you were told and watch over the man.

“What is the matter with you, sir?” you asked in the dead of the night, when the world was asleep but his eyes remained open. “I have never heard of an illness that presents such as yours.” 

He had stared blankly ahead as if he hadn’t heard you so you walked up to the sphere and carefully stepped over the golden circle that Alex had implored you never to touch. You tapped your knuckles on the glass and dropped your hands to your side when you heard how thick it was. “No wonder you don’t speak, I doubt you can hear me at all.”

Kneeling beside the curve that cradled his head, you did your best not to dwell on the expanse of his state of undress. Parting your lips you blew your breath across the glass and remembered the secret notes you had passed to your friend in class, writing the words inverted so that the use of a compact mirror was required. Your finger was steady as you wrote your name on the glass and pointed to yourself.

‘Your name?’ You wrote next, keeping it brief before the mist of your breath evaporated away with the words. 

He shifted ever so slightly, his head turning down but then when he exhaled his breath fogged up the glass. A slow trembling hand reached for the clouded space and he completed his name with three breaths.

‘Dr’ ‘ea’ ‘m.’

“Dream?” you pondered aloud at the odd name and he nodded from the other side. “You can hear me?”

He nodded again before closing his eyes as if the small movements took all of his energy and perhaps they did. His hand fell limp against the glass and fingers splayed as if he could reach through it and touch you. You placed your hand over his, wondering when he last had physical contact, a hug or any affection. 

There was a desk and chair set up for you but instead you chose to sit beside his sphere on the cold stone flooring. Sometimes he would peek a blue eye out at you, checking you were still at his side, but most often he would ignore you completely. 

Unable to stand the long nights of silence, you began to tell him stories of the world outside. 

“I’m not sure how long you have been in here, but there’s a terrible war going on out there. Before I arrived here my father was conscripted to somewhere in Italy, mother says he will return and this will all be over soon but she has never been a good liar.”

Night after night you would talk and, from what you could tell, he listened. Sometimes you would see a flicker of emotion but as soon as it appeared it was gone again and you wondered if it were just your imagination. 

22nd December 1940 It was the winter solstice and the longest night of the year. Mr Burgess had invited his friends to the manor to celebrate and when you had left the ground level for your shift in the basement the party had been in full swing. 

A gramophone played ‘Who's taking you home tonight?’, a slow, sweet song you heard often from the master bedroom down the corridor, and you began to sway to the tune.

“Do you like music, Dream?” you asked as you twirled around the sphere, his eyes following your every move before he subtly nodded. “I love music, and the places it can take you.”

You took a seat beside his head as the song came to an end and wrapped your arms around your legs. “There were nights when the bombs fell and the Headmistress had us all hide in the basement. It was horrible and dark but Miss Harlow, our music teacher, sometimes brought her gramophone with her. I felt assured that death couldn’t find us on those nights, not when we were in the embrace of such sweet melodies.

“The same could not be said on the nights when there was not enough time to collect the music box before the alarms sounded. I fear to close my eyes at night and find myself back in that bunker, the pressure of the tight space feeling as if it is enclosing around me, suffocating me. It felt like an imprisonment, but I was guilty of no crime. 

“I suppose that is why I find this night shift comforting, I need not face my fear when I am with you.”

You looked up from the golden paint that decorated the stone and found Dream had silently taken a seated position. His gaunt skin was tight across his skeletal figure but it wasn’t the nakedness of his body that shocked you but his soul, it was bleeding from his starry eyes in twin rivers of tears.

A look you had seen many times as you stared into the mirror in your chambers after waking from a nightmare was reflected on his face. Despair. It wretched a knife in your gut as a revelation hit you. It was something you should have seen immediately or at least questioned.

“You are not sick are you?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He shook his head and every hair on your body stood as a cold shiver rolled down your spine. Reaching out to the glass, you placed your palm against the cool surface with your own tears shimmering in your eyes. His lithe muscles moved languidly beneath his skin as he reached out and placed his palm to yours, so close yet untouchable. 

“How can I free you?”

He looked to the gate longingly then back to you, leaning closer and kissing the glass with his breath before you. ‘Sleep.’

Sleep. It seemed so simple yet the single word wracked you with fear as you felt the weight of the darkness outside. But for him, you had to try. 

The crackle of the gramophone coming to life drifted down the stairs, the newest tune of Jimmie Davis luling your brittle nerves. You curled onto your side following the shape of the glass as you laid your head on your arm. Hope blossomed in his eyes as you closed yours and let the music take you from the basement.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

The warmth of summer heated your skin and you tipped your head back to bathe in the rays. The sand beneath your feet should have been scolding under the sun’s strength but you remained unscathed on your walk along the empty shore. 

A haze blurred the skyline where the ocean met sky and as you narrowed your eyes to peer along the horizon, a figure emerged. You recognised his lean silhouette before the features came into focus and for once you didn’t avert your eyes at the sight of his bare flesh - for this was only a dream.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head, and I cried.

“I thank you,” Dream greeted with a sincerity in a rich voice that echoed around ears long after he stopped speaking. 

“Forgive me, I should have seen it sooner.” You looked away in guilt and turned to the sun’s energy, using its force to banish the dark thoughts that seeped in.

Cool fingers traced your jawline as Dream walked around you until he was staring into your soul. “You were captive of trauma of your own, there is nothing to forgive.” 

You reached for his hand and placed your palm on top, amazed to finally feel his touch. It was just as tender as you had imagined and you instantly craved more. Although you thought this was a dream there was a truth to it that you hadn’t ever felt and so you reined in the desire to throw your arms around him and instead hesitantly asked, “Can I hug you?”

His lips pressed together and he swallowed deeply before he gave you one of his small, almost non-existent nods. His hand dropped from your face and you missed it immediately. Slowly, as if approaching a large wild animal or maybe an abused kitten, you took a step closer and opened your arms. 

He stared longingly for your embrace so you took another step, the pale expanse of his chest close enough he could feel your breath on his skin. You watched the rise and fall of his chest a moment before looking at his face and the sharp bones that protruded against his skin. He had been starved; you had watched him be starved.

He released a shuddering breath as you wrapped your arms around his narrow waist and buried your face in his neck as you cried. “I’m so sorry, Dream.”

His arms circled tight across your back as he clung to your warmth and you wished you could have given him the nourishment he needed. An eerie glow seemed to radiate from you at the thought and you gasped as it spread across Dream’s skin. He looked like a full moon on the darkest night. Then the glow faded and what remained left your mouth agape. 

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Dream no longer held the sickly pallor of the ill, or the gaunt structure of starvation. The hollow of his cheeks had filled and his lips looked soft and kissable. 

“How?” you managed to ask on the second attempt.

“This is a dream, you can do anything,” Dream said with a small smile that caused your heart to skip a beat. “And you chose to give me what I needed most.”

You remembered what you thought of the moment before the glow began, comfort. You had wanted to comfort Dream and heal him. A smile bloomed on your face, something that you couldn’t remember doing since the war broke out, and Dream seemed as stunned by it as you were. He stared at your lips with an intensity that was echoed by the stirring of his body against yours and you were suddenly very aware that he was still naked.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all one day.

You would never know who moved first, maybe you were both enamoured by the same spell that you moved together, lips dancing to the mesmerising beat of your heart. Oxygen was no longer a necessity to survive, not when he was sharing his breath of life with you. 

Your clothing disappeared as Dream laid you down in the soft sand that shifted and moulded to your shape, it was unlike the coarse and gritty grains you had felt on beaches before. No, this sand felt like an extension of his body as he cradled you, kissing his way across your skin and eliciting needy sounds wherever he went.

Your fingers delved into his obsidian hair and he moaned against your breast, his head nuzzling into your touch that you were all too willing to give him. 

“You will never suffer a nightmare again,” Dream promised as he rolled his eyes to look up at you, his chin resting low on your belly. “You shall always have that sunshine kissing your skin.”

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away.

Your head was thrown back as he reached your core, his tongue setting fire to your body as he tasted your essence. His name tumbled from your lips in a revered prayer as he found the bundle of nerves that had you trembling and when his fingers probed your slick entrance stars erupted in your vision. 

“Dream, please…” you weren’t sure exactly what you were asking for, all you knew was you needed more of him and he seemed to know what that was. He rose up over you, his lips shiny with your arousal that he shared with a heated kiss, and you felt the head of his cock slipping through your folds. The sheer size of his cock stole your breath and he dropped his forehead to yours.

“I won’t hurt you.”

You believed him, trusted him, and so you hooked your legs over his hips and gave him the access he had silently asked for. 

You cried out as he filled you, the sweet burn of the stretch quickly fading as he sucked the tender skin on your collarbone and rolled his hips back. A deep dark chuckle escaped him as you caught his retreat with your heels dug into the tense muscles across his ass. 

“Patience, love,” he said low in your ear as he eased deeper, before retreating once more. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The sounds you were making were unheard of even to you, the aching need for more was thrown to the sky with passionate cries and when he gave you what you wanted the moans echoed across the beach. His gentle touches turned desperate as he felt your core clenching around him, your walls quivering as you neared your release and he let go of a little of the restraint he held. 

“Oh, Dream, yes,” you shouted as your vision exploded into a symphony of colour, your body trembling from head to very curled toes.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you climaxed but droplets of rain fell upon your face and you looked up to see not a cloud but Dream. His eyes were screwed shut as his back arched and he buried himself deep into you, as if he could hide from his pain if he could just stay in the solace of your body. 

You wiped the tears from his cheeks and pulled him to your chest. “If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

“Home,” he choked, withdrawing himself from you as he knelt back and buried his hands in the sand. 

You could feel a shift in the world around you as you sat up and knew you would find yourself back in the basement all too soon, this night to become another dream that is forgotten. “I hope you find it.”

His eyes never left yours as the sand began to swirl around him and his words caressed your skin tenderly, “I already have.”

Please don't take my sunshine away.

You woke on the cold stone floor, rolling onto your back at some point as you slept, and you gasped as you realised your shoe had carved a line through the golden circle. You shot up and turned to look at the sphere to find it empty. Instead of fear of losing your job you found yourself smiling, relief bubbling in your chest as you felt a strange warmth in your blood. 

Rising to your feet, you tried to listen for signs of the party above but there was nothing. Since you no longer had a charge to watch over, you ascended the stairs with quiet steps and peered out into the hall. 

Revellers had not left as you had thought, they all lay strewn across the hard wood floors, their closed eyes fluttering with disturbed sleep. Carefully stepping across them, you had an innate sense of who it was that they were dreaming about. 

The gramophone scratched to life as the needle was placed against the vinyl and you turned to the sound to find him standing there. Dream. He waited with his pale hand extended, the empty sleeve for Al Bowlly’s ‘Who’s taking you home tonight?’ resting against the music box beside him.

Your fingers laced with his and he pulled you close as the song began, your bodies swaying together between the sleepers. There was no need to make a sound, not when the music spoke volumes in itself, so you rested your head in the crook of his neck and placed a delicate kiss over his pulse.

Who's taking you home tonight After the dance is through Who's going to hold you tight And whisper "I love you, I do"

His warm lips pressed to your forehead as he held you tighter and you looked up with a smile. “I love you too, Dream.”

Who's the lucky boy that's going your way To kiss you goodnight at your doorway Who's taking you home tonight? Darling, it's plain to see I'm pleading, "Please, let it be me"

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as the needle reached the inner circle and the music came to an end.

“With you?” you asked and your heart began to race as he nodded. “Where?”

His lips teased the hint of a smile as a glowing blue light began to form behind him. He was unafraid as he turned and looked at it, his hand holding yours while his thumb stroked your skin in reassurance. “Home.”

Home. It was something that you had once had but lost long before the war even began, when your family sent you to boarding schools behind high stone walls. It was something you wanted once again. 

Holding Dream’s hand tighter, you stepped up to his side and faced the blue light fearlessly. “Take me home, Dream. It is wherever you are.”

#the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman imagine #the sandman x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless imagine #morpheus imagine #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #the sandman smut

[inu-mothership]

Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday: October 29, 2022: Sesshōmaru's Mother!

Hi everyone! We here at @inu-mothership are so excited to bring you our next Spotlight Saturday!

It's time to look at stories that feature our favorite sassy daiyōkai mother. We call her by many different names, since she doesn't have one in canon, but we know that she is Sesshōmaru's mother 💜

We've already featured her in several of our Spotlight Saturdays, as part of our TogKimi and TogIzaKimi ship rec lists, but today we feature Sesshōmaru's mother in rare pair and gen/non-main-ship stories, giving her a chance to shine! For the purposes of consistency across our rec lists, we're going with the name InuKimi for Sesshōmaru's mother.

Like our other character rec lists, we're starting with the stories where InuKimi is paired as the primary/secondary ship first, and then we'll list the fics that are either gen or where another ship is the primary ship, but feature InuKimi prominently. We hope you enjoy these stories!

InuKimi Ship Fics

InuKimi/Kagura

Come Away with Me (T; complete) by AshMish111/@mrfeenysmustache, @mynightshining, @sereia1313, thetroll/@moon-ion

Sesshomaru has always desired Kagome.

He just never expected Kagura and his mother to play matchmaker.

Forget Me Not (M; complete) by @sereia1313

Some memories fade with time, lured away by a passing breeze. Others are so ingrained in our hearts that we cling to them with every fibre of our being. To the point where it’s all we remember.

The Selection Process (M; ongoing) by @sereia1313

Every century that Sesshoumaru isn't mated, the most powerful females compete for the position. However, it takes more than fighting to be the Lady of the West. It is a tedious affair, and one Sesshoumaru would rather avoid, but after being gifted with the services of a mysterious miko, he suddenly finds the events much more interesting.

Tails from the West (M; complete) by thetroll/@moon-ion

Pack is an altogether new concept, but it is one they are learning together.

This is a series of related one shots about the relationships of everyone involved as they learn, together, what it really means to be family.

To to to the Moon! (T; complete) by streamsofstoriesandcolour (Ao3)/@shade-without-color

Little drabbles I wrote for the AMA edition for dear Moon <3

InuKimi/Kikyō 

Fawnie’s Mothership Stories: Chapter 2: InuKimi/Kikyō (E; ongoing) by @fawn-eyed-girl

Prompt: Kikyō/InuKimi; Modern AU, First Time

You’ll Do (T; complete) by @neutronstarchild

Inukimi thought that her son loved his mother enough to actually try to meet someone. Tōga’s second marriage is coming up and Sesshōmaru has not even tried to find a date. So InuKimi does what any mother who loves her son would do. She invites the nice-smelling girl who owns the tea shop she and her wife Kikyō frequent. After all, sometimes mothers do know best.

InuKimi/Izayoi

Hush (M; complete) by Empatheia (Ao3)

A shared memory is better than nothing.

The Palace in the Sky (E; complete) by LadyInukimi (Ao3)

She liked the way her voice quickened when she tasted a new sweet brought to her from beyond the sea. The way her smile deepened the faint lines at the corner of her lips, and the gentle charm of her voice whenever she spoke of her childhood, of the sea, of love.

Inukimi could even admit that she loved —yes, loved— the way her lips moved when sealed into a kiss, and how the soft touch of her hand could quicken her pulse the way a fight never had.

From wherever he was, Inukimi was sure Toga would be laughing at her.

Quiet Morning (T; complete) by MadHatterLilith (Ao3)

The moms of Inuyasha and Yashahime enjoy a quiet morning in bed.

InuKimi/Kirinmaru

Visitations (M; complete) by @unlockthelore

Now and again, Kirinmaru visited the western lands for diplomatic relations. Some would think he came for the lord, but as they say — ladies first.

InuKimi Gen/non-ship fics

Ashes Ashes (M; complete) by AshMish111 (Ao3)/@mrfeenysmustache

Life is fleeting; time slips through fingers like sand; the ripples from one event can take years to finally reach the shore.

She’d once had it all, and then it been yanked away. Lady Inu Kimi sits high above the world in her palace on the clouds, otherworldly and untouchable. But grief can find you anywhere.

Disguise (G; complete) by kaoruhana (Ao3)

Hatsumomo plans a surprise visit, and Kagome has to look absolutely perfect to meet her exacting standards.

The Lady Mother’s Smile (G; complete) by sesshanne (Ao3)

Young Sesshomaru notices his Mother never smiles and wonders why.

Mother Moon (T; ongoing) by AshMish111 (Ao3)/@mrfeenysmustache

He was left on her doorstep, orphaned on the night of his birth, and something inside her compelled her to keep him.

There would be gossip; there would be slander; there would be violence and attempts on her life and on his.

But the Lady of the Moon had decided: he was hers.

Promise to You (G; ongoing) by @elevenharbor

A story about cherished friendships, a mother's redemption, a father's undying love, and a forgotten promise made under a particular willow tree. Told in 100 words.

Serotonin (T; complete) by marsmagari (Ao3)/@kagkik

Sesshoumaru’s mother had been pushing for him to go to therapy for the past one hundred and fifty years.

In an effort to get her off his back, he’d agreed to give it a try.

Three’s a Crowd (G; complete) by @superpixie42

A mostly plotless ficlet musing and reflecting on Touga and Izayoi as a couple, told from Yoshiko (SessMom)'s perspective.

You’re (Not) the One That I Want (T; complete) by @fawn-eyed-girl and @nartistadigital

Inukimi doesn’t like her son Sesshōmaru’s girlfriend, Kagura. In fact, she doesn’t like any of Sesshōmaru’s girlfriends, ever. So when Sesshōmaru says he plans to ask Kagura to marry him, and he doesn’t need Inukimi’s approval, she decides to get a little revenge on him, with help from his half-brother, Inuyasha. And at Tōga and Izayoi’s annual New Year’s Eve party, she decides to put her plan into action.

Too bad that Tōga and Izayoi figure out Inukimi’s plan, and decide to concoct a scheme of their own, to teach both Inukimi and Inuyasha a lesson.

As the clock finally strikes midnight, will everyone finally end up with the person they truly want?

#inuyasha fanfiction #spotlight saturday #inu mothership spotlight saturday #oct 29 2022 #inukimi #sesshomaru's mother

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Oh, my goodness, @ruddcatha, thank you so much for the ask!

Choosing my five favorite fics is like asking me to choose among my children 😅 but I will do my best! I'm also including fandom and ship, too 💜

The Real Me (IY: InuKag)

When @kalcia challenges you to write a fic that's 100k words, and gives you art to serve as inspiration, what else do you do but say, yes! That's how The Real Me began, and even though it's not 100k on Ao3 (yet), the fic is just about complete (I've been struggling with one last piece, and I think it's finally right), and it's one that we poured our hearts and souls into as we created it. This Inu is probably my favorite one I've ever written; he's immensely talented, broken, angry. Kagome heals his soul, puts him back together, piece by piece, and he does the same for her. There's a lot of me in this Inu; I wrote some of his more angsty moments during darker Fawnie periods, and so he is a character who was incredibly cathartic to create.

My Home, Your Heart (IY; InuKag)

I wrote this story for the amazing @hopidoodle, who also loves a good dark fic 🖤 I had been wanting to write a Frankenstein adaptation for Inu; my favorite part of Shelley's novel is when the 'monster' relays the tale of what happened to him after Frankenstein rejects him and he leaves the castle. That was the inspiration for this story. Adaptations are challenging, because you have to think about how to remain true to at least TWO sets of source material, but this one was very easy for me to envision (once I got started, lol). The Higurashis are the family that the 'monster' encounters in the original text; in a way, this was also a fix-it fic for me with regards to the original story (the 'monster' is not as accepted by the family as Inuyasha is) because I was able to give that the character the warmth and acceptance he so desperately needed.

The Walk Home (IY; InuKag)

A couple of things happened to make this fic come together. First, @dreaming-of-soup won my Tumblr story giveaway for The Tell, and she gifted me with a gorgeous piece of art to serve as inspiration for a one-shot. Then, at the same time, I had been rewatching the anime series Toradora, and I couldn't help but think of Ryuuji as inspiration for a version of Inuyasha. Put those two things together, and 50k words later, The Walk Home was born, and Soup was kind enough to collaborate with me, providing some really beautiful art to a number of chapters. This was one of those stories where the words just poured out of me, and I think I wrote it in about three weeks. But with Soup's artwork, how could I not be inspired???

I'll Always Catch You (BNHA; BakuDeku)

Oh, this story. Katsuki and Izuku are such a comfort ship, and this was another one that poured out of me. I was inspired by the BKDKangstmas event run over on Twitter, and I wanted to write a soft, hopelessly in love Katsuki who denies his feelings until something happens to Izuku (one of my favorite tropes for them and I will write it over and over forever). Thinking about the confession scene still makes my heart flutter.

Their One True Wish (Sk8; renga)

Like BakuDeku and InuKag, Reki and Langa have become another special ship for me. I basically have Sk8 on play most days when I am working from home; the first time I watched the angst arc of the anime, I sobbed on my elliptical. This is a series where the main character has to learn that it's okay to not be the best, that he has something very special to offer his friends, and he is loved not because of who he could be, but because of who he is 😭🥰

Their One True Wish is the first story I wrote for the Sk8 fandom, and it was for my friend and fellow Sk8 fan @roseheartwhitefox (although she is more of a matchablossom girl 💓💚). I needed some Christmas fluff to counteract the angst I was writing over in I'll Always Catch You, and Reki and Langa plotting to make Christmas special for each other was a perfect way to do just that. And Miya and Langa's mother playing Santa's helpers in this story gives me infinite joy 😂

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Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday: KogKag!

Hello everyone! The mods at @inu-mothership are back with a new list of fic recs for you! For today’s list, our members elected to compile recommendations that feature our favorite wolf demon and miko: Koga and Kagome!

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In alphabetical order; be sure to check out all the stories from these incredible writers!

[Redacted] -- @maddieson-san (E; in progress)

There are so many wonderful Madison stories to choose from, but this one stands out for its portrayals of Kōga and Kagome. He’s brash and sexy (like, holy hell, YES), she’s sassy, they’re both powerful, AND they’re super into each other. This story is all kinds of exciting.

First Kiss -- @thehattertheory (E, complete)

Are you looking for a camming story that’s also incredible BDSM? You’ve come to the right place. Kōga and Kagome are cam stars who people think should get together, and when they do...sparks fly. This is a story not to miss. 

Five Steps to Romance -- @cryysiswritesthings (G, complete)

Meet-cute in a medical center, with an injured Kōga flirting with his nurse, Kagome. Lots of fun banter and a pining Kōga make for a fluffy one-shot.

Full Moon Cackles -- @neutronstarchild (E; complete)

Kōga is a werewolf. Kagome is a witch. They’ve been dating, and each has been keeping the secret from the other. Until the truth comes out, and then, all the things come out 😉 A fun, funny, and sexy two-partner from one of our favorite multi-ship writers!

Hot and Bothered -- @commandercrouton (E; complete)

A phenomenal ABO story where Kagome is going through heat, and she needs an alpha to help her out. Cue the sexiest wolf demon alpha she can think of; it also has one of Fawnie’s favorite lines ever in a fic.

Inked -- @pointyobjects (E, complete)

Kagome is a tattoo artist, and Kōga owns the flower shop across the street. She’s totally not just going there for inspiration for her art, and he’s totally not just giving her flowers that are leftovers. Oh my goodness, this story is absolutely adorable.

The Ookami and the Miko (series) -- Monophobian/ @nikkxb (E for both stories; Gambling Interference is complete; Defensive Interference is in progress)

It was hard to choose just one story by Monophobian, so you are getting a series! Sango convinces Kagome to wear a cute bikini, Kōga goes gaga, and then cue lots of sexy banter and romance. 

Quod Si Amor Vincit Omnia -- LyraInTheDark (NR, in progress)

A retelling where Ginta, Hakkaku, and Kōga find an injured Kagome, and pieces of the Shikon jewel, and Kōga cannot help but be drawn to this mysterious, beautiful woman who seems out of time. 

Reborn -- Discord1 (T; complete)

Canon-divergent where after a daring rescue, Kōga and Kagome have amnesia, and can only remember that they know each other...somehow. But when confronted with villagers who are angry about them sharing a bed when they are unmarried, Kagome tells a white lie that protects both her and Kōga. And brings them closer together.

A Whisper to the Wind -- riesling (M; complete)

When Inuyasha breaks things off with Kagome on their wedding day, she tries to do the unthinkable, only to be rescued by the man whose heart has always belonged to her, and who, deep down, she loves, with all her heart. But when Kagome falls ill, Kōga has a decision to make -- one that changes everything for them. So. Much. Angst.

Windswept -- El Reino (K; complete)

Kagome and Kōga meet again after years apart. While Kōga is ecstatic to see her, he has a secret that he hesitates to reveal. A story with some really interesting and clever twists!

Wintering with Wolves -- @wulfintheforest (E, complete)

Post-canon divergence where Kagome is forced to spend the winter with Kōga’s pack, and Kōga finally gets to make his move, and Kagome finally gets to enjoy Kōga’s attentions. Fun and spicy!

The Wolf and the Miko -- Ookamifemale001 (T; complete)

A fun Feudal AU with lots of action and adventure! When Kōga hears that there is a mysterious force protecting the tribes of the North from the Birds of Paradise, while his own Eastern tribe is being decimated. He vows to find that power, and bring it back to his own lands. He just didn’t think that it would be a feisty priestess named Kagome.

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