The scarf was a suture on a corpse. She was crippled, but what ashes remained were bound tightly by the red threads. She tied herself to this boy, so full of everything she was not, could never hope to be again. He was a god that made a carcass wish to grow flesh, to wear clothes again, to walk and talk and live again, even if only to stay by his side. Mikasa (& Eren) ramblings

Dragonflies, the smell of smoke, toes red with frostbite, and molten gold eyes. The story of Izayoi's life, starting from the catalyst of everything, Demon Lord of the Western Lands, Inu no Taishō. A fanfic 4 years in the making.

Still I continued to cry, unhappy with all this change, but Warmth held me tight to her. No, warmth had a new name now, suited to this new world—Mother. - The day of InuYasha's birth from the eyes of the newborn.

The moment sharp when his teeth pressed sacred against her collar. Glinting fangs, predator eyes, the sharp danger of claws against tender flesh—she should be terrified, not entranced. Not wanting, not needy, not begging for more. – racy drabble/oneshort InuXKag

The spark in her eyes had turned to suns, hardened with determination. There was no question now as she pulled him with her. He was enslaved by her, frame haloed as they approached the bonfire. Each sacred step she took toward the light he shamed by following, but he had no choice. She was captivating.- Inu/Kag drabble, fluff. T for passionate kisses.

"I…I have to protect Eren." Jean shook her "There IS no Eren anymore, Mikasa. That THING is a titan, you can't save him." He was right; no boy resided within the monstrous avatar anymore. But she couldn't leave him, she just couldn't.