30 kiss prompts - Inuyasha and Miroku
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › InuYasha/Miroku
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,442
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
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Nozomi
Author's Note: Due to some ambiguousness, some of these ficlets are interconnected like 'Loss' and 'May the Spirits Keep you Safe' and 'Nozomi' and 'Unexpected' and some are just floating around as completely unconnected one shots. So I have small, not connected series within these 30 ficlets and then oneshots.
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30_kisses prompts #8 - our own world
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of mpreg, slight ooc'ness, fluff
Notes: Nozomi = a japanese girl's name that means 'hope'. And sorry for the fluff and the mpreg, just the kind of author I am.
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The raven haired monk leaned over his lover's shoulder to look at the tiny bundle wrapped up in his arms. It held within it their child. A small girl with raven hair and golden eyes.
“Isn't she beautiful?” He whispered in awe, his voice and countenance full of the love he felt for her.
“She is the most precious thing in the world... Our little Nozomi.” Inuyasha almost whispered, watching in fascinated amusement that strands of his snowy hair were wound up around a small wrist and being chewed on.
To the pair sitting down with their child, nothing else existed but her. Their lives would forevermore revolve around her. Miroku smiled fondly as she grabbed his finger with her chubby little hand, holding onto it as if never letting go. He would be happy if she never did. Worry marred his happy thought, though, as his free hand brushed over the cutest little pair of ears on her head. In the world they lived in, she would have a hard life ahead of her.
He sighed.
Inuyasha noted the sigh and turned his head to look at his lover, noticing his frown.
“Hey...”, he shifted a little, still sore in places after the long night he'd had. Miroku looked up from their daughters delicate features to the hanyo's tired face. “She's going to be fine”, Inuyasha assured him. The monk gave his lover a smile and leaned closer to a kiss.
Their lips met half-way, pressing against each other. It was light at first, then grew in intensity as Miroku parted his lips, inviting Inuyasha's tongue to join his. Their tongues met, twisting together while their stayed firmly linked.
The new parents only separated when their daughter began to fuss.
“Hmm... she seems jealous..”
Inuyasha softly stroked the soft dark hair on their daughter's head, she seemed to settle down, comforted by this simple gesture.
And then they just concentrated on their daughter and nothing else. She was theirs, their own, their precious one. They would give their lives for her. She was theirs.
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30_kisses prompts #8 - our own world
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of mpreg, slight ooc'ness, fluff
Notes: Nozomi = a japanese girl's name that means 'hope'. And sorry for the fluff and the mpreg, just the kind of author I am.
- - - -
The raven haired monk leaned over his lover's shoulder to look at the tiny bundle wrapped up in his arms. It held within it their child. A small girl with raven hair and golden eyes.
“Isn't she beautiful?” He whispered in awe, his voice and countenance full of the love he felt for her.
“She is the most precious thing in the world... Our little Nozomi.” Inuyasha almost whispered, watching in fascinated amusement that strands of his snowy hair were wound up around a small wrist and being chewed on.
To the pair sitting down with their child, nothing else existed but her. Their lives would forevermore revolve around her. Miroku smiled fondly as she grabbed his finger with her chubby little hand, holding onto it as if never letting go. He would be happy if she never did. Worry marred his happy thought, though, as his free hand brushed over the cutest little pair of ears on her head. In the world they lived in, she would have a hard life ahead of her.
He sighed.
Inuyasha noted the sigh and turned his head to look at his lover, noticing his frown.
“Hey...”, he shifted a little, still sore in places after the long night he'd had. Miroku looked up from their daughters delicate features to the hanyo's tired face. “She's going to be fine”, Inuyasha assured him. The monk gave his lover a smile and leaned closer to a kiss.
Their lips met half-way, pressing against each other. It was light at first, then grew in intensity as Miroku parted his lips, inviting Inuyasha's tongue to join his. Their tongues met, twisting together while their stayed firmly linked.
The new parents only separated when their daughter began to fuss.
“Hmm... she seems jealous..”
Inuyasha softly stroked the soft dark hair on their daughter's head, she seemed to settle down, comforted by this simple gesture.
And then they just concentrated on their daughter and nothing else. She was theirs, their own, their precious one. They would give their lives for her. She was theirs.