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lemonlushff-iy · 4 years

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Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all.

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia for kink help and @clearwillow for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow for @eringobroke - used and edited with permission.

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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flipperbrain · 6 years

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A Captain Swan vampire AU one shot for @cssns and cs edit by me ❤️

Summary: Killian is left for dead in an alley and things get fangy.

Rated M for mild smut and the bloody aftermath of violence. 2500 words.

[Ao3]

What a ridiculous twist of fate. Had he gone on with his mates to the brothel following their evening of carousing at the pub, he might be cozy and warm in the bed of some wench and not here, dying on the damp cobblestones. He licks his lips to no avail, his mouth is so dry he cannot muster enough moisture to wet them. Another wave of pain and nausea washes over, he grimaces and clenches his jaw fighting against the urge to vomit; lying near death in a pool of blood is already a grotesque punishment, adding his own sick to the gore would be an insult to injury indeed.

He struggles to lift his head and peers into the darkness toward the lighted opening at the end of the alleyway but sees no one pass, in the wee hours of the morning few decent folk are about, especially in this part of town. His hand clutches his side, sticky with the blood that pours onto the street; he had tried at first to staunch the flow with pressure but it was no use, his fingers still tightly grip only as a reflex. His entire person is tense with hurt and the fear of what comes next, if anything at all; perhaps a blissful blackness is all that awaits and not the fires of hell that many foes have wished upon him.

The smell of food scraps and trash threaten to make his stomach turn again. Some son of bitch with an old axe to grind left him to die next to a pile of rubbish. He grins darkly at that, it is fitting he supposes, to leave this world on a garbage heap. The final joke is on him.

He coughs and his mouth fills with blood, it spills out over his lips and runs down the side of his face. At least his parched mouth has been wetted he muses, then turns his head to spit out the rest onto the alley floor.

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He looks up at the stars, dimmed by the lights of the city, and thinks about his brother taking his last breath in his arms. His body convulsing against him then rigid in the throes of death, and wonders at the pain he endured… and what his final breath will feel like. Liam’s face was peaceful as he sewed the last stitches of his shroud, closing the edges of the fabric that covered him forever.

The only evidence to his cause of death were the black vein-like streaks that the Dreamshade left behind. He had allowed no one else to tend the body of his hero, his Captain and his only remaining real family on earth. He remembers brushing a curl aside, then pressing one last kiss to his cold forehead before giving him to the sea. A tear rolls down his cheek at that memory, as vivid today as the tragic day it occurred.

Pride goeth before the fall.

Recklessness and bravado, a trait both brothers shared at times, and now he reaps what he has sown. He does not remember the man who killed him or what he had done to deserve it, but he smiled as he stabbed him again and again while another man unseen twisted his arms behind his back. It is irksome that he does not recall a deed so serious to be murdered over, he has done much damage in his life of which vile memories still plague him, at least if it were in response to one of his more vicious acts he could be at peace with his own demise.

But this grinning toothless thug who forced him onto his knees… he has wracked his brain with no recollection. To him it must have been grievous enough he supposes, the man grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back as if he planned to cut his throat for good measure. Perhaps the brute lost his nerve and he shoved him down against the wall instead, then spat in his direction. He got up and staggered a few steps then crawled on all fours as far as he could leaving a slick trail of crimson behind.

He cried out for help but no one came, though he was unsurprised; not many within earshot of a homicide would be so courageous as to interfere and risk their own life, not for the likes of him at any rate. He raises his hand and looks at his fingers, thick clots have formed between them and around his rings, begotten by the shedding of blood and now drenched with his. It is too late for a remedy, the dead will be avenged.

He is cold to the bone, his breath whistles in and out through chattering teeth as he studies the sky, Orion is watching over him. The corners of his mouth form a tiny smile, his eyelids flutter closed and he waits for the end to come.

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Her cloak flaps behind her as she darts from shadow to shadow moving like a cat, lithe and agile but with unnatural speed. Her sharp senses detect movement in the darkness. She steals silently through the alleyway in search of animal prey but finds a man lying against the bricks covered in his own blood. She kneels beside him and throws back her hood to examine his face in the moonlight, curious how this handsome man came to such an end. She stopped feeding from humans for survival a century ago, but his warm skin and the blood on his mouth are so tempting. Her eyes glance furtively to the left and to the right… just a taste...

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Killian stirs at the touch of her lips and opens his eyes enough to see her face looming above his, skin so pale and bloodless it is nearly white but strangely translucent, with an intricate latticework of blue veins just below the surface. The blondest tresses frame her countenance in a flowing cloud of light, large green eyes stare back at him startled that he still lives.

Though her mouth is stained red with his blood, he is too weak to be afraid and is instead comforted by her peculiar presence in his final minutes; standing at the precipice of death yet still fascinated... no, mesmerized by this bizarre angelic vision. She reaches out to stroke his cheek, her delicate fingers are cool on his skin, soothing him as he grits his teeth against the pain of his injuries.

“What is your name?” She asks, as her fingers comb through his hair.

“Killian, Killian Jones” he wheezes

Her eyes scan his face, he IS glorious. Sublime lips, a magnificent jaw, expressive brows arching over azure eyes haunted with loss and regret… but the color of his skin is ashen. She has seen this look too many times in the past, he will not survive long without her help; it is frankly surprising that he still breathes at all.

She sighs heavily, loathe to subject another to the consequences of her aid and turns away to think about what to do. This life such as it is, is difficult and not all adapt to it well. There are responsibilities that come with turning a human and much to learn if they are to survive, she cannot be party to an indiscriminate monster; the last of her progeny did not end well…

But she feels sympathy for this man and an inexplicable longing, his beauty notwithstanding. She sees such depth of feeling in his face, the tragedy of vanished potential and an irrational sense that he is a good man though she knows absolutely nothing of him. She so wishes for a companion to share the night, and the chance for love once again. Emotions that she thought were lost to her a long time ago spark anew, she is drawn to this stranger and in her loneliness she decides to give him a choice.

“Killian, I can save you…” she haltingly begins, “I can make you immortal, but cursed, like me...”

“… or, you can die here as a man and I will stay with you until it is over.” She says quietly

He is not quite sure who or what this enthralling creature is, but the numbness in his limbs creeps toward his chest and he knows he has little time to choose. His eyes close as he considers her words and the unknown future that she offers. He gulps then nods, the wretched truth is that he has nothing left to lose.

“I do not want to die,” he gasps

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She gazes down at him seeing the frightened desperation carved into his features, he has made his decision and she will honor her promise but prays silently that he will still feel blessed when it is finished. She dips her head to his neck, her lips brushing his skin and kissing his warm flesh, salty from the exertions of the day. His masculine scent is intoxicating and she breathes him in, feeling his pulse thrumming faintly against her tongue.

His mouth hangs slack, relishing the sensation of her touch; he is suddenly aflame and tingling with anticipation, then shock and pain when her fangs pierce through his skin. His eyes open wide and he grips her arm as she sucks out the last of his life, her hand holds his head firmly in place with gentle but unyielding force, he cannot move away but oddly enough he does not want to. If this is a beginning or an end, so be it.

Increasingly light headed and euphoric, barely clinging to consciousness, he thinks to himself how extraordinarily arousing it is to feel his life’s blood drawn out through his veins, a vacuum pulling against every cell and fiber as it exits from his skin. The pounding in his ears grows louder as her lips work and move, his heart pumping wildly in a battle to survive until its rhythm gradually slows to an irregularly timed throb.

She continues on for what seems to him like hours, but in reality she drains him in moments. He is breathless and hovering at the brink, and when she finally stops and her face moves back into his view, he watches as she bites her wrist then holds it over his lips.

“Drink.”

He recoils as her blood pours into his mouth and over his tongue, metallic tasting, bitter and thick. He swallows, shuddering with revulsion as it slides down his throat…

… and then a swift unbridled urge grows deep within him to quench this insatiable thirst, this ferocious hunger. He clamps his lips onto her wound, ravenous for the sweet nectar that flows out of her and spreads through him. He worships her wrist with his mouth, his tongue lapping against it with uncontrollable need, her lips are drawn back in pain and pleasure revealing sharp fangs coated scarlet with his blood.

Her left hand rests against his chest, its fingers absently scratching through the thick pelt of hair between his breasts. He feels himself growing hard, his hand drifts along the curve of her hip then slides over her ribs to cup her breast, his thumb softly stroking her nipple as this new existence fills him.

She courses through his veins, her fragrance permeates his skin, he can feel her in his bones. She is a part of him… and he is a part of her.

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She pulls her wrist away with a snarl, replacing it with her mouth, and they kiss with mindless abandon. Mouths sealed together, tongues licking and swirling like lovers together since the dawn of time. Her hands roam Killian’s body, sliding under his waistcoat then moving down to palm his thickness straining against his breeches, pale fingers deftly loosen the laces just enough to slip inside and take him in hand and stroke to the tip of him. It has been so long since she has held a man and felt him arching into her with such passion and want. His guttural sounds of pleasure are like music.

His fingers tangle in her hair and press the back of her head crushing their lips together, he cannot get close enough and tilts his head to dive deeper. She bites down hard, puncturing his tongue as it probes and glides against hers, and he moans into her mouth as she drinks him. Consumes him. Nothing exists but the two of them locked together in the dark.

She is nearly overcome but they must leave this place. She holds his face in her hands and coaxes him back down to earth, her lips drifting tenderly back and forth across his.

When he opens his eyes the pain is gone and his world is changed, he sees everything in astonishing color and minute detail. He feels powerful and virile and he yearns for her, aches to push himself inside her, his lover… his savior. He is entranced by the texture of her skin, hypnotized by the color of her eyes and overwhelmed with a feeling of completeness that he has never experienced before, he cannot stop himself from tracing her lips with his tongue; just one last taste before she moves away.

“I would generally ask before sharing such an intimate moment, but alas I was mortally wounded and forgot my manners. Pray forgive my lapse and tell me thy name?” Killian murmurs coyly.

She smiles against his mouth, "It is Emma Swan, and you are most certainly forgiven," she softly replies, then takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. His bloodlust is quelled for now, tomorrow will surely test his true mettle but she has faith that his will is strong enough.

"Emma Swan," he sighs then throws back his head, sniffs the air and smiles brilliantly at Orion, his guardian above.

I was nearly expiring--'twas close of the day,-- A demon advanced to the bed where I lay, He gave me the power from whence I was hurled, To return to revenge, to return to the world

Killian quietly recites the passage from memory then adds, “She gave me the power to return to the world, my beautiful demon swan,” he laughs, “As for revenge, that is finished. I do suspect many challenging obstacles lie ahead in my future,” he continues, running his tongue over his newly extended canine teeth. “But I will have one... and I would be at your side?”

She smiles shyly at his words, he is even more stunning now than she thought possible; a profile chiseled in alabaster against the night sky, his lips as red as wine. Emma's body trembles with desire, thrilled and impatient to reach the safety of her lair, she tugs his sleeve and gazes at him. And with the first glimmer of hope she has felt in two hundred years shining in her eyes she whispers, “Come with me Killian, the sun will rise soon.”

*Excerpt from Revenge by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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