A SesshKag Wedding Was Ordered And A SesshKag Wedding Was Delivered.

A SesshKag Wedding was ordered and a SesshKag Wedding was delivered. 🌙🏹

I took some creative liberties in terms of dress and setting, because it's a feudal fairytale so I'm going to fantasize 😌

blur/dreamlike version because I think it's cute 😚

10 years of fandom and just today I made a SesshKag... and yes I'm an InuKag but I'm revealing my "crush" for this shipp 💙

Yes Kah is wearing blue clothes, yes I already drew her in blue clothes and yes, it's the same.. 😉

¡Yo! Aparezco ésta vez a dejar un pequeño garabato basado en una historia que viene rondando mi cabeza desde ésta mañana, por lo que posiblemente la escriba en el futuro. 🤭

Mientras tanto, les dejo el contexto. 😉

Habiendo sido opacada toda su vida por su perfecta prima Kikyo, en un acto impulsivo, Kagome Higurashi decidió inscribirse en un gimnasio de boxeo, intentando así distanciarse de la imagen de su elegante prima y desahogarse en el proceso.

Curiosamente, lo que comienza como un escape de su extenuante vida, termina convirtiéndose en el desencadenante de una serie de sucesos que la ayudarán a encontrarse a sí misma, cuando un pequeño incidente en el gimnasio la lleve a entrelazar su camino con el del misterioso conserje que se encarga del mantenimiento del lugar.

I’m so in love with this cover art for “You and Me After All” by Mochi/ @heavenin--hell . I love their expressions, the way they try to catch each other’s eyes and yet could not… ♥️💔♥️

The Lady and Her Lord

had this in my drafts ;u;

SKFW Day 1 - Courting

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.

“Will you be mine?”