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PS this is for you @chierafied, thank you for your dedication!

[skfw] “Let me take care of you.”

Day 3: Hurt/Comfort Word: Pining Scenario: Kagome receives bad news and goes to find Sesshomaru.

These? BABIES! Plus, a close up! Get into his tears ducts baby

[skfw] “This is only the beginning for us.”

Day 4: Wedding

Word: Vow

Scenario Prompt: Kagome and Sesshomaru have a traditional Shinto ceremony.

Kagome vowed to stop calling Sesshomaru her ex-boyfriend.

[skfw] Valentine’s Date

Day 2: Valentine’s

Word prompt: Date

Scenario Prompt: Sesshoumaru wants to learn about modern-day culture and finds out about Valentine’s Day.

*puts in a third straw* 

For SessKag Fluff Week. 300 words.

Prompt: Vow

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They had chosen to forgo ceremonies. Caught between the past and the future and given that theirs was a union between a youkai and a miko, choosing which traditions to follow would’ve been too much of a headache. They would just do it their own way.

Eventually, they would celebrate with their friends and family. Kagome would insist on that much.

But for now, there were only the two of them, standing under the light of the full moon one autumn night, the Bone Eater's Well their only witness.

Hands clasped, gazes locked, they spoke their vows.

“I promise to protect you and provide for you. Whenever you may need one, I will be your shelter,” Sesshoumaru said, voice solemn.

Kagome’s eyes twinkled. “I won’t promise to obey you. Where’s the fun in that? But I will trust you and respect you and stand by your side, whatever the future holds.”

“I wish to learn to know every single part of you, every shard, every aspect that you are comprised of. And I vow to cherish all of you, every day.”

“I will lose my temper and yell at you,” Kagome promised in turn. “I’ill cry on your shoulder and I’ll probably hog the blanket. I can and will chatter your ear off and I’ll keep your ego in check.” 

“You may try,” Sesshoumaru amended, the corner of his lip curling up in a smile. “On occasion, I will be stubborn and overbearing. My temper might snap as well. But my love for you will remain unchanged, even in the midst of anger.”

For SessKag Fluff Week. 300 words.

Prompt: "Let me take care of you."

Content warning for injuries and allusion to violence.

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He woke up in the middle of the night to a pounding on his door. Wondering which suicidal creature would dare to disturb him at such an ungodly hour, he crossed his dark house in unhurried strides. When he yanked the door open, his heart stopped. 

Tears had carved paths on her cheeks, blooming with bruises. Those paths converged with the rusty tracks of dried blood. One of her eyes was swollen shut, the other red from crying, its brilliant blue dimmed. She was hugging herself, soaked from the rain and trembling.

"I didn't know where else to go," she said in a small voice.

Inside him, a monster howled, yearning to tear out the hand that had put those bruises on her. But Kagome didn’t need more violence around her, so he swallowed his instinct and focused on her needs.

“Come in.”

He led her to the living room, flicking on the lights as he passed the switch. She curled up on the corner of his sofa, silent and shivering. 

“I’ll be right back,” he promised.

It took him a moment to gather all he needed and he had to make a couple of trips to carry everything over. But soon enough he was kneeling next to the sofa, gently wrapping two blankets around her. Next to her, on the sofa, he placed a tray. There was a bottle of water, a cup of tea and one of the chocolate puddings Rin favoured. 

“There’s more if you’re hungry,” he told her as he picked up the first-aid kit he’d fetched from the bathroom. “Let me take care of you.”

She huddled under the blankets and fixed her one good eye on him. The corner of her mouth twitched. A ghost of the smile he remembered so well.

Written for SessKag Fluff Week. 200 words.

Prompt: Date

*

Kagome was running late. She’d stayed overtime to help a student after class, and then she’d had to hurry to the chocolatier a couple of districts over to pick up the box she’d ordered.

While Kagome hurried home, her brain was busy with plans. With luck, she might still have time to set something up. They could do something simple for Valentine’s. Watch a movie. They should still have Sesshoumaru’s favourite ice cream in the freezer. It wouldn’t need to be anything fancy, as long as they were together. 

“I’m home!” Kagome called, kicking off her shoes.

“Welcome back,” Sesshoumaru’s voice replied.

A smile rose to Kagome’s lips and her heart warmed. Chocolates in hand, she went in search of her husband. 

She found him dressed smartly in a suit and holding a bouquet of pink tulips. The room flickered with candlelight and dinner was laid out on the table. Kagome noticed several of her favourite dishes were on the menu.

“What’s all this?” she asked, surprised.

Sesshoumaru smiled.

“A date.”

“It’s lovely,” Kagome breathed. 

For SessKag Fluff Week. 300 words.

Prompt:  Character A has been acting strange so character B confronts them.

*

Kagome would have never called Sesshoumaru touchy-feely, but something must have happened to him three months ago. A serious head injury was Kagome’s best guess. Because ever since he'd been behaving wholly out of character.

He came to visit the village every week. And without a fail, he would seek out her instead of little Rin. He’d sidle up right next to Kagome until they stood so close their shoulders touched. And then he’d do nothing. He’d just stand there, silent, giving her a hooded side-eye.

Then, last month he’d gravitated to rubbing his hand along her back on occasion. Or giving Kagome’s shoulder a squeeze. 

Kagome had been holding her tongue. Honestly, it wouldn’t have been creepy if it had been anyone else. From Sesshoumaru, however, this sudden Mr Handsy routine was bizarre. And Kagome didn’t want to provoke an insane daiyoukai.

But this, this was just too much.

She stared at the red blotch on the inside of her wrist, the shape of his fingertip. 

“Did you just smear me with blood?” she demanded to know, incredulous.

“Yes.”

Eurgh. So unhygienic.

She slanted a glance at his blood-stained claws.

“Is it yours?”

“Yes.”

Well, that was something at least.

Kagome inhaled slowly and prayed for patience. And some fricking answers.

“Why?”

“To lay claim.”

“To… what?”

“The scent-marking no longer seemed sufficient,” Sesshoumaru elaborated.

Kagome blinked. “That’s what you’ve been doing these last three months? Scent-marking me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?!”

“To lay claim,” Sesshoumaru repeated. “To discourage potential suitors as you have a tendency to amass them. Myself included”

Kagome poor overwrought brain broke at that point. She was pretty sure she was blushing.

She swallowed. “I’m not familiar with youkai customs, Sesshoumaru. You’ll need to use your words.”

His burning gaze locked with hers.