Lukanette But Make It Avatar AU? Inspired By The Dance Party With One Of The Fire Nation Colony Schools

Lukanette but make it Avatar AU? Inspired by the dance party with one of the fire nation colony schools episode.

This was a quick doodle for a discord friend but I feel like I had to share it with all the Kageyama simps, stans, and kinnies out there. For YOU? I offer sleepy Kags. Enjoy.

T.Y.O.M Chapter 2: P-ah-nts

Pairing: Miroku x Kagome

As soon as she stepped out of the well, Kagome knew something was off. When she tilted her head to look up, Kagome was greeted by warm smiles and various heads poking in to see her, three heads too many in fact. Ah, there it is. With a small smile, she slowly climbed her way up, carefully grasping onto each vine while shouldering her giant monstrosity of a backpack. Strangely enough Kagome got used to the tedious climb, her muscles barely straining against gravity.

Grab, foothold, grab, grab, foothold. It didn't take her long to reach the top but a hand inched toward her face before she reached the ledge. It was larger than hers with familiar rough calluses and long feral nails. She grabbed it, allowing Inuyasha to lift her the rest of the way. He grumbled as usual but he was careful.

Miroku smiled a couple feet from the teetering Inuyasha, seeing the familiar soft ebony peek out from the well’s edge. Kagome's hair gave way to her cute little face, with big doe eyes and a bright smile. He missed seeing her, everyone did, but he missed her legs in particular. He couldn't wait for that lovely future invention, the ‘skurt’, to flash a bit of those lovely, dark blue-- Wait, dark blue skin?

She was wearing… leg covers. What did she call them again? Oh right, she was wearing a ‘p-ah-nt’. Even though they hugged her legs nicely, he was disappointed. He didn't hesitate to hum out his observations causing Kagome to tilt her head in cute oblivion. She dusted her pants off, waiting for an answer, but he just shook his head, his staff ringing softly at the movement. Thinking back to his line of focus, he seemed to be looking at her legs before his gaze met hers, a bit of disappointment in his eyes. Disappointment at what? 

“Welcome back, Kagome-sama.”

“It's good to be back.”

When Inuyasha barked at them to start moving, Kagome slowed her pace, staying back to look over herself. Was it something I did? Kagome didn't change her hair, she wasn't particularly dolled up, her chest was moderately covered, she was wearing her new pair of jeans… Oh, her pants.

She smacked her forehead at the realization. Of course, Miroku-sama loves peeping on bare skin. I wouldn’t have pegged him as a thigh guy though… Speeding up a bit, Kagome's gaze fell down from the back of Miroku’s head to the patched dark purple robes that curtained his well known but unpredictably lean body. Maybe she could peek… She definitely should peek. It’s only fair. A blush formed on her face as she caught up with the rest of the group.

They packed up from Kaede’s village and started their journey, once again. Inuyasha was at the front with Sango, Miroku trailing behind them, and Kagome and Shippo were all the way in the back. Kagome happily chatted with the young fox demon before a harsh cry, a loud slap, and the thump of a body dropping to the floor interrupted all movement. Inuyasha watched from afar as Kagome jogged by with the usual routine to keep a hold on Sango, just in case that she might end up killing the perverted monk. Sango was positively boiling, steam coming out of her ears as Miroku smiled at her, brushing himself off the ground. Kagome sighed, changing her pace. There was only so much damage Sango’s large boomerang could do and Miroku seems to be getting immune to it. With a shift in her heel she started a mental count, pieces of ideas coming into her mind as she stopped right behind the monk himself.

Three. She picked up the fallen monk’s staff and twirled it experimentally. The chiming’s kinda pretty, she thought as Miroku blurted out some good-natured excuses. Two. Kagome firmly grasped the end of the golden staff and hooked it underneath the back end of Miroku’s robe. One. She lifted the staff high, raising the modest purple fabric up to his upper thigh, and quickly squatted down with an inquisitive tilt of her head to check out what was underneath Miroku’s coverings.

The reaction was explosive. Yelps and jaws dropping filled out in the background as Miroku stood stiff, muscles so tense you would think he was a statue if not for the strained breathing exhaled in an awkward sigh. Kagome mentally patted herself on the back and laid her elbows on her bent knees, lying her chin on her interlocked hands with satisfaction.

“Your legs are hot, Miroku-sama! Too bad you’re wearing leggings.”

“L-leggings, K… Kagome-sama?” Miroku found it a bit hard to speak, turning his head stiffly to look down at the suddenly-confident girl. She nodded with a small smirk,” Leggings, Miroku-sama, kind of like… stretchy, tight-fitting pants.”

Miroku nodded with a shaky hum, turning completely to pat down the back of his robes, and suggested,” So just like your ‘p-ah-nts’, Kagome-sama?”

Kagome looked up, eyes brightening with awe as her smile widened. Miroku was coughing off his embarrassment kind of cutely, a gloved-and-beaded fist covered his mouth as he held out his left hand for her to grab. Dark indigo eyes roamed over her face with the faintest shade of pink dusting his cheeks, Kagome wasn’t too sure if she actually saw it. She blinked a couple of times, making sure to commit the image to memory before taking his hand.

“Just like my pants.”

He smiled at the new knowledge, though mocking a sigh as he took his staff from Kagome’s hands. Kagome smiled, knowing there was going to be a good reply in his attempt to save himself from the situation.

“Anyways, how shameless of you to peep on a holy monk such as myself,'' he chastised her jokingly. She just laughed and dusted off her pants.

“Forgive me, Miroku-sama, it’s easy to forget that you’re as saintly as they come.”

Intro | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

“Just a little while longer... You haven’t saved anyone yet, Deku.” 

Ch. 306 is going to kill me. Anyway here’s vigilante Deku! AGED UP! So this is legal o.o

Ayo Classic Zutara! Hopefully fans can hype this UP. Imagine an ending where these two ended the ATLA series. No Kiss but with the beginning of something.

I got both flipped versions. Anyone wanna do matching pfps??? >3<

T.Y.O.M. Chapter 14: Tipped Over

Pairing: Miroku x Kagome

Kinda short sorry!

Her feet reacted faster than her brain. A bad habit, really, and the result was no different than any other time she did it. Even when she stumbled, even when something felt wrong in the way her ankle bent, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. A dark abyss growing and devouring everything in its path made way for a man struggling under its pressure. The battle had escalated past the point of poisoning the poor fool with those damned bugs and it was clear that he was beyond a healthy state of mind and body.

They got jumped on within the depths of Inuyasha’s forest and her stomach churned at the glimpse of the vulnerable Bone Eater’s well behind the monk. He had been cornered and she couldn’t help but direct anger towards herself. He knew the well was important to her and Inuyasha which seemed to be the main factor for his reckless act of unleashing his curse. It was touching but, if he went on any longer, he and the well would both perish. She tripped over a root and cursed her single-mindedness.

“Miroku-sama!”

He glanced over to her with a tremor in his body but he held on strong. There was something about the way he looked, wind blowing across his face and his body tensed under his own weakness. She saw it in the furrow of his eyebrow. He knew the risks and she felt her vein pop.

“Stop being so reckless, you idiot!”

There was a wince in his movements, her ability to insult his decision in the middle of a life-threatening battle while she dove headfirst without a second thought was just astounding. He miscalculated her strength, her determination, her Kagome-ness, and in a moment of deja vu, she jumped straight into his line of sight. His Kazaana pulled her in close but she didn’t waver. Her face conveyed the same expression as the first time they met. Completely trust. Warm determination. Pure naivety.

He scrambled to close the opening, prayer beads tightening around his wrist, as a barrage of left over debris pelted his frantic form. His arms barely had time to envelop her as her arms wrapped around his neck. His thighs hit the edge of the well from the additional weight, and they tipped over.

Intro | Chapter 13 | Chapter 15