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starzki · 7 years

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Prompt: Sango's first and flustered attempts at trying to take charge with the romance, complete with Miroku's confusion, amusement, and utter adoration

You gave me this prompt ages ago. Allow me to finally answer it during @mirsan-week.

My last story for MirSan Week 2017 and another story for my Summer Mini Challenge. This is for @mirsan’s prompt and also the prompts of “Almost” and also “Strange.” This is a day late (sorry!).

Title: The Morning AfterAuthor: StarzkiRated: K+Words: 900ishPairing: MirSan (obviously)Characters: Miroku, SangoSummary: Sango tries make a romantic breakfast the morning after their first night together.

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Sango wasn’t sure if she was good at this romance stuff.

It all seemed to come so easily to Miroku. The previous night, he had done it all,spared no expense nor tacky romance cliche. There had been a dozen roses to startthe night. He had cooked a homemade dinner and served it to her by candlelight.Wine and sparkling conversation had led to champagne and necking in front of aroaring fire. Then he had literally swept Sango off her feet and carried her tohis bedroom, all the while murmuring sweet nothings to her. I hadn’t been theirfirst time sleeping together, but is was their first time at his house and shewas a little embarrassed that she had turned to absolute putty at every turn.

And maybe making him breakfast in response wasn’t nearly asromantic as the previous night had been, but she hoped he’d at least find itthoughtful. It didn’t help much that Sango was a bit of a disaster in thekitchen and she was unused to Miroku’s set up.

First, he had a toaster oven rather than a toaster. Therewere two dials and she wasn’t sure which one she should pick or how she wouldset it. In the end, she buttered somebread, fed it to the oven, twirled a dial at random, and crossed her fingers.

Next came figuring out Miroku’s stove. He had gas while athome, she had electric. It took a couple of tries and an alarming natural gassmell before she figured out that the clicking meant the stove waslighting. Okay. Now where were the eggs,spatula, and frying pan?

Luckily the eggs were where they should have been: in therefrigerator. The pan, on the other hand, took much longer to find. Eventually,she located it on a bottom shelf behind some pots.

Fried eggs are literally the easiest, fool-proof thing tomake, she had told herself. She decided to cook them over-medium with some saltand pepper. Classic.

Now to find something to make sure the eggs didn’t stick.She had a vegetable oil spray at home and wondered where Miroku kept his. She relit the stove and put the pan on andwent looking. A minute later, she saw it next to the sink. Just in time, she thought, or the pan wouldbe too hot.

Sango readied the nozzle over the pan, but then her nose lether know that she had forgotten the toast. Cursing, she sprayed the pan and quicklyemptied the toaster oven. It wasn’t so bad. She would just scrape off theburned parts.

Sango cracked four eggs into the pan and set the heat onmedium. She scraped one piece of toast over the sink until it was edible,flipped the eggs without incident, added salt and pepper, then scraped thesecond piece.

She found the plates easily and was just scooping out theeggs as Miroku sleepily shuffled into the kitchen. His hair was tousled and he wore a lazy,vulnerable smile that made Sango blush to her toes.

"And I thought I was an early riser,“ he yawned,coming over and hugging her from behind. “Smells like… toast,” he said delicately.

Sango smiled and kissed his cheek. “I think I salvagedit. I hope you like fried eggs.”

"My favorite. Well, almost,“ he said beforeplacing a large, open mouth kiss on the side of her neck.

Sango giggled and set the plates down. Miroku brought forksto the table. They both sat and Miroku tucked in.

Sango used the side of her fork to cut up some egg. Shebrought it to her mouth and eyed Miroku, trying to see if he liked it.

Miroku was not chewing. His jaw seemed frozen, his mouthpursed, his eyes alight with mirth. He reached across the table and pushed thehand that held Sango’s fork back down to her plate before getting up and goingto the sink.

He grabbed a glass and spit his egg down the drain thenswished water and spit that out as well. Sango was mortified. "What’swrong? Is it that bad?”

Miroku cleared his throat before failing to fully suppress asmile and asking, “What did you season this with?”

"Salt and pepper. I swear I can cook eggs.“

"They tasted… strange.” Miroku looked around thekitchen eyes finally alighting on the stove.

"Strange how? Are the eggs bad?“

Miroku chuckled and brought up the can of spray by thestove. "Did you try to use Lysol to keep the eggs from sticking to thepan?” he asked.

Sango gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She hadn’tsmelled it because the burnt toast odor had utterly filled the room.

"I… am so sorry!“ she said. She was mortified.She could have made him sick!

Miroku set down the can and finally dissolved into laughter.Sango allowed herself to stop feeling guilty for a moment, though nothing wouldstop her embarrassment. "At least we’ll never forget our morning after ourfirst night together,” he said.

"I was trying to be romantic.“ She crossed theroom and brought her arms up around him in apology.

Miroku just smiled at Sango, his eyes tender and accepting."Well, I can’t think of anything you could do that would be moreromantic,” he finally replied before kissing her gently. After a moment, he deepened the kiss beforepulling back. “Well, almost,” he amended.

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#mirsan #mirsan week 2017 #starzki writes #au #i finally answered your prompt angie!#also #it's been 10 years and i still don't really know how to work scribe's toaster oven

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starzki · 7 years

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Yona fanfic

Title: Honey Author: Starzki Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona Pairing: Hak/Yona Genre: Romance-ish Rating: K+ Word Count: 190 Summary: Hak has never liked honey. Until one day, he does. Written for @luxken27‘s Summer Mini Challenge for the prompt “Cautiously.” Link: ao3

Hak has never liked honey. It's far too cloying and sweet for his taste. Give him salty and savory any day. He can leave dessert for women and children.

But still.

It must be that the honey is spilled on the most delicious thing he can imagine because he doesn't hesitate to lick up the overflow from her newly course palm, from her still-delicate wrist. It's all overloading his rational brain and the only thing in his head is WANT.

She brings him back to his senses, as she always does.

He rubs his face in exasperation, leaving a sticky trail from his cheek up into his hair. He’s going to have to tread more carefully, hold back more tightly, or else he’ll do something incredibly stupid, like tell her how much he loves her. That he’s loved her his whole life. He would ruin everything and put her in danger.

But there’s still the fact of it: honey has become his favorite taste in the whole world and he is doomed to live by her side without ever really being able to taste it in its perfection again.

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#akatsuki no yona #fanfic #starzki writes #hakyona #drabble #i started this in a picarto and decided to clean it up for my last mini challenge entry #i did it!#redeemed myself from last year!

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starzki · 7 years

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My second story for MirSan Week 2017 and another story for my Summer Mini Challenge. This is for the prompt “Promise” and also “Crimson.”

Title: Fear Author: Starzki Rated: K+ Words: 400ish Pairing: MirSan (obviously) Characters: Miroku, Sango Summary: Miroku faces off against a possessed Sango and understands he could lose everything.

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The wound oozed crimson that fell delicately to the ground.

Miroku was lucky. Her sword had only scored his arm and hadn't cut deep enough to separate muscle from bone.

He had to take this fight more seriously. The fact that he still had an arm meant that Sango was actively fighting the salamander egg within her, that it either hadn't hatched or...

Shinosuke's woman, Wakana. She had fought off the demon possession, herself, just long enough to save Shinosuke from the large salamander demon. Perhaps strong feelings, love, could break the demon's hold on women. He knew Sango cared for him, but did she love him? He couldn't be sure.

Miroku had to cast this thought aside. He had to be confident despite the fact he was more afraid than he had been in a long time. Sango was probably the one opponent he never wanted to face in battle and yet he she was, staring at him with eyes not her own.

Fear was a near-constant in Miroku's life. Any day he wasn't afraid, he was probably on the wrong path, turning away from his destiny, away from the actions that would save his life. But facing Sango in this way struck something deep inside of him that loosed icy water in his veins.

She readied her short sword to attack. Miroku's next move was to retrieve his staff to ward her off, to keep her safe and purge the demon from her belly.

And Miroku was afraid, realizing just how much he had to lose. In that instant, he was just beginning to realize that of everyone in his life, the one he couldn't bear to live without was Sango. He counted on her to be at his side, to be his partner. She wasn't a normal woman now that she was in danger, Miroku couldn't see ever wanting anyone who wasn't as extraordinary to wake up to ever again.

And at this moment, he only hoped that she loved him enough to pull back her attack and prevent the demon from killing him just long enough to save her.

Afterward, he would have time to think about her, what she meant to him, and what he was prepared to do to keep her at his side for as long as she would have him. He had never been good at promises before, but, he vowed, for Sango he would make promises he could keep.

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#mirsan #mirsan week 2017 #starzki writes #i rewatched the episodes for this fic #it's not 100% where i wanted it to go #but something is better than nothing

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starzki · 7 years

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My first story for MirSan Week 2017 and another story for my Summer Mini Challenge. This is for the prompt “Jealousy” and also “Wish.”

Title: The Rules Author: Starzki Rated: K+ Words: 764 Pairing: MirSan (obviously) Characters: Kirara, OCpuppy Summary: Kirara tells the new puppy the rules of the house.

"Okay, Little Pup, I am going to grant your wish for a family. But before we begin, I have some rules to tell you. If you cannot follow these rules, you will have to find another family okay?"

"Hey wait, Kirara! I'm not 'little'! I'm big! Or I'll grow!"

"Shh. They are still sleeping. It is what I will call you until they give you a name, okay?"

"Okay! I can follow some rules! What do I do? What do I do?"

"Let me introduce you to the family. First, these are the girls. I have invited you here mainly for them. Since I will be spending more time with Kohaku, they will need a playmate and I've chosen you. They are energetic, so please do your best when playing with them so that Sango can do what she needs to without always tending to them."

"I can play! I'm good at playing! Look at how cute they are! I love them already! I'm already their best friend! Can we play now?"

"Soon, Little Pup. Now please continue to listen. Next, that little bundle there is the baby."

"A baby?! I love babies! Can I play with him, too?"

"No, he is too young. You may lie close to him and protect him..."

"Can I sniff him? Please?"

"Gently. And only for a moment under Sango's supervision."

"Can I sniff him more than once a day? Like ten times a day? Or fifteen?"

"Hmm. I think that would be acceptable."

"YAY!!!"

"Shh. In another year or so, he will become another playmate for you as well as the twins..."

"Really! I can play with him then?! That makes me so happy!"

"Yes. That is good. Now next we have the most beautiful woman you will ever meet. Her name is Sango and everything about her is good and pure and wonderful."

"Sango. I see! Yes, she is definitely the most beautiful woman in the world!"

"Good puppy. You must do everything that she asks of you, without question. You must play with her children. You must protect the house. You must try to make her life easier and more filled with joy. And if she asks, you must follow her into battle and be prepared to lay down your life for her. She is perfection in this sadly imperfect world and she must survive."

"Okay! I can do that!"

"Good. I'm glad you understand."

"Who is this last one?"

"Oh. Him. That is Miroku. He is... fine."

"Okay! Good! He seems like the best man I've ever met!"

"He is... fine. I mean, he makes Sango happy, which is *sigh* fine. However, he takes time away from you and he gets all the extra cuddles and kisses. She spends too much time with him and sometimes forgets to rub your chin that way you like for days. And sometimes she does stupid things in battle to save his life and almost hurts herself in ways that will make you furious with both of them."

"Um..."

"But the battles are over. And he makes her happy."

"Okay? Okay! That's good! What a wonderful person! What a great family! Anything else I should know?"

"..."

"Well, there is one thing. Miroku and Sango sometimes like to have what they call 'alone time.'"

"What's that?"

"You will know it when they take their clothes off and start climbing over one another."

"Why?"

"It does not matter. But Miroku's favorite thing in the world is when he is having 'alone time' with Sango and someone puts their cold nose here. Do you see where I am pointing?"

"Hey, wait! I have a cold nose! I could do that for him! It's so easy! And it's his favorite thing? This is my lucky day!!!"

"Yes. So even if they put you outside, you must find away inside so that you can do that, okay?"

"Okay! Are those all the rules? They're so easy! I can do them all!"

"Excellent. Now, to the plan. I will curl up in the corner and you do just as I told you, and you should be accepted right away. Take you place outside. I want to hear you heartbroken and lost and pathetic. I want this to be the saddest day in your life, understand?"

"But it's a happy day!"

"It will be soon. Until then, be sad. Now... action!"

*whinewhinewhine*

"..."

*yipwhineWHINE*

"Hey, whassat?"

"Hmm? What is it?"

*whinewhinewhine*

"That noise. Go look."

"You go look."

"Is it... what is it? IT'S A PUPPY!!!"

"MOMMY! DADDY!"

"DADDY! MOMMY!"

"*snore* Whaaa..."

"A puppy! Let's name him Inuyasha!!!"

*prrrrrrrrr*

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#mirsan week 2017 #starzki writes #i wanted to make it a new kitten #but i don't know kittens as well as puppies #so you get a puppy

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Title: Remembering Ami Author: Starzki Rating: K+ Genre: Vignette Pairing: post-series MirSan, mostly Sango-centric Summary: Sango tries to save her grieving for the night.

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Sango tries to save her grieving for the night.

The daytime is for happiness and rebuilding, of exploring her new life with Miroku. She does what she can to keep her mourning separate from him.

As such, she cries silently at night if he is home and fast asleep, or not so quietly if he is away with work, exorcizing other villages. It’s not that she believes he wouldn’t do everything he could to comfort her, or that he would think less of her because of her sorrow. It’s just that she has so much to grieve that even Sango tires at its immensity. So she parcels out her mourning for the wee hours of the night where her quiet sniffles and tears are camouflaged within the sounds of the crickets and the other nighttime fauna of their village.

But for Kirara and Kohaku, Sango lost it all. Everything and everyone else was wiped from the earth: her father, uncles and aunts and cousins, neighbors and friends. All of them were gone.

At first, Sango tried to forget, be thankful for what she did have in her life, but then her grief would wallop her out of nowhere, crushing her insides with a tumult of emotion so severe she could barely even breathe, she cried so hard. Sango was lucky that Miroku could be there for her during these times. He demanded nothing of her and quietly offered all of himself, whatever she needed, to help her heal.

So Sango picked and chose just one or two things from her previous life to grieve at night to stave off the pressure of the enormous burden she carried. This night, she decided, she would grieve for Ami.

Sweet Ami was a year younger than Sango and lived two houses away. Unlike most of the people in Sango’s life, Ami was not taijiya, but the daughter of the village’s most skilled leatherworkers. In fact, Ami had been apprenticed in the trade for four years before Naraku had destroyed their village. She had shown promise to even surpass her parents’ incredible work in fashioning flexible armor made from demon hides.

Tears began to flow down Sango’s face as she remembered that Ami was more than a leatherworker with vast potential. She had been Sango’s dearest friend. While Ami had not been born beautiful by the standards of her village (a port wine birthmark covered over half of her face), she had been the kindest and funniest person that Sango had ever known.

Though Sango was a year older, Ami played mother to her and to all of the children of similar ages and younger in their village. It was Ami who would devise adventures that would cure any child’s boredom. She had a way with words, shaping them into silly songs or funny stories that would be sung and shared until every person within their village smiled at their cleverness.

Prone beside her sleeping husband, Sango allowed the tears from these memories to fall back from the corners of her eyes, wetting the hair just over her ears.

Sango had marveled at Ami and her wit and her way with the youngest in the village. And Ami had been in awe of Sango’s taijiya abilities. Ami was her biggest cheerleader and had been for as long as Sango had memory. She bragged to everyone that soon, her best friend would be the greatest taijiya in the land.

Sango choked down a sob at the irony of that thought. It wasn’t a gentle noise and Miroku shifted beside her, rousing.

Sango made her breaths even and steady, doing her best imitation of sleep even as the tears continued unabated. Sango had never wanted to be the greatest taijiya. She had only wanted to make her father proud and live up to her responsibilities. And now she was the last and Ami was dead. The world would never see all of the wonderful things that Ami could have brought into the world. Sango’s life was a little duller without Ami’s songs and stories. Sango’s life was a little more unsafe because she would never wear the wondrous armor that only Ami could fashion. There was a man out there who would have one day looked beyond Ami’s birthmark and truly loved and delighted in the woman Ami would become. The world would not be blessed with Ami’s children, some of whom would have had her cleverness and spirit.

Though still crying silently, Sango couldn’t stop the hitching in her breathing as she struggled between her sobs. Miroku shifted on the tatami, rolling over to wrap an arm around his wife. He nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck before placing a small kiss under Sango’s ear.

“Who are you missing tonight, my love?” he whispered. “Tell me, and I’ll remember them with you.”

Sango smiled through her tears, more enamored with Miroku than she had ever been before, which she thought impossible. And that night Miroku became the third person in the whole world to be able to remember and miss and mourn sweet Ami.

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#sango #fanfic #starzki writes #i've been thinking about this fic forever #sango must be grieving everyone #not only her father and brother #so i wanted to explore that a bit #what was her life before?#i wanted to hint that sango's life was full of love and friendship #to show how far she's come #and how far she needs to go

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starzki · 7 years

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Happy Birthday Angie

I told @mirsan that if she gave me a prompt, I’d write her a story for her birthday, today. Mirsan College AU was one of them, and I had just been thinking about writing a prequel for my fic “Getting Even.” So that’s what this is.

It’s only a second draft because I wanted to post this while it was still her birthday. Even when I fully edit and fix this up, it’s still my gift to Angie. Sorry it’s not in its final form yet, but I hope you like it anyway.

Also, as a last note, this is actually heavily borrowed from my own college experiences at frat parties. By my senior year, I really did wonder why they let me through the doors...

Title: The Terror of Phi Delta Theta Author: Starzki Pairing: MirSan Genre: Wacky College AU Word Count: 1900 Summary: Sango goes to a toga party and meets a few people.

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"I'm gonna need to be a whole lot drunker for this," Sango said as she and Kagome made their way to the fraternity party.

"You like parties, Sango," replied Kagome as she readjusted the drape of her green toga over her shoulder while tottering on her new heels. They had both pre-partied kind of hard with a leftover bottle of Goldschlagar that had them both already tipsy and breathing cinnamon fire. "Plus, you're not the one about to see a recent ex..."

"Asshole," groused Sango. But it was the end of the fall semester with only a few finals left, and the Phi Delt toga party was the perfect stress reliever. Yes, Sango thought, I need to be more drunk, but luckily, the party would have a ton of free drinks.

Kagome smiled warmly at her friend. "We're forgetting about him for tonight, anyway. Let's find you a boy."

"Ha," Sango laughed without mirth. She was determined to keep her foul mood. "Like anyone will notice me with you around." Sango really wasn't bitter. More of a realist. Kagome was delicately beautiful and you couldn't help but notice her and her kind spirit. Half of the men at their university at least had a crush on her, and now that she and Inuyasha were taking a break, they were sure to be circling her tonight.

"Oh, please, Sango. All the boys notice you. And you picked the prettiest pink for your toga; you look like you're glowing!"

Sango glowered but accepted the compliment, shooting a smile that was half-apology at her friend. They turned down the sidewalk and passed their practice field. They were both on the women's soccer team at their school, and Sango had risen to co-captain, even as a junior, just that season. The field actually lifted her spirits. The season had been over for a month, but they had done well in their conference for once.

"Hmm," mused Kagome. "I wonder if it's coincidence that the Phi Delt house is across the street from the practice field..."

"Coincidence?"

"I mean, half the men's team pledge there. Maybe they're only Phi Delts so that they can sleep in a little longer before morning practice."

"It sounds like something those idiots would actually take into consideration," agreed Sango.

Kagome laughed. "Yeah. They may not be bright, but they're definitely pretty."

"Hey, we're forgetting him tonight, right?"

"Well... I could have been talking about any of the others..."

"Mm hmm." Sango didn't believe for a minute that Kagome was referring to anyone else, either on the soccer team or in the frat. In fact, if Sango were a betting woman, she'd put money on Kagome and Inuyasha getting together again before the party was over.

A minute later they were at the door showing their student IDs as well as their licenses to show they were old enough to drink. The young pledge and the campus security officer at the door nodded them in.

The door swung open and Sango and Kagome were hit with the full volume of the party all at once.

"Kagome!" was the united chorus as they stepped inside. Sango gave Kagome a pointed look.

Charmed, Kagome could only answer, "It's only because I used to come here all the time to see... you-know-who."

Sango rolled her eyes, but couldn't help her smile. The press of bodies and the smell of beer in the low light of the house was perfect. Before she knew it, she had a can of cheap, awful beer in her hand and Kagome was dragging her to the dance floor.

After that, the night became a swirl of energy and sound and Sango could feel it sweep her away it its inescapable current.

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One hour and three beers later, Sango was stumbling through the house on her way back to the dance floor from the bathroom. She swung her way into the kitchen to grab another beer for Kagome on her way.

"Sango!" came the delighted shout from behind the kitchen's island. She pushed her damp hair away from her face and looked around until she saw the voice's owner.

"Monk!" she shouted back. Miroku was looking very nice in a purple toga that showed off his soccer player physique. He wasn't a member of the Delts, but being on the soccer team gave him an open door there any time he wanted.

"Looks like you've been having fun," he yelled over the music that was blasting its way in from the next room. He rounded the island to get closer.

"Oh, is it because I'm a sweaty mess from dancing all night?" she teased. "Or is it something else?"

"It's because you're about to have a toga malfunction," he said. "This whole party is about to get a lot better."

Sango swung around trying to find the issue with her toga. Yes, it was dragging when it hadn't been before, but in her current state of inebriation, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Wassit?" she asked.

He smiled and helped her readjust the fabric around her middle and over her shoulder. "So, you're not driving tonight, right?" Miroku asked, hinting that she was way over her limit.

"Nope. Staying with Kagome at the sorority house, so I'm walking."

"Good, I think your toga's all set. You could dance for the rest of the night without exposing anything... unless you want to," he said with sexy smile.

Sango laughed and smacked his arm. "And you didn't even cop a feel. I thought you had a reputation to uphold, Monk."

"How about this?" Miroku pulled Sango into a warm hug. Damn, but he was a good hugger. "And tomorrow, I'll cop all the feels you want me to." It was a moment between songs on the dance floor, so he lowered his voice into a low purr in her ear. She felt goosebumps chasing their way down her neck and back and allowed herself to smile at the possibilities.

Just then, right as a new song blasted its way into the room, Inuyasha entered.

"Fuckin' beer me, Monk," he said. "And then get a fuckin' room. I swear, you and these girls..."

Sango spun and the expression on Inuyasha's face went from bored to terrified.

"You!" she said, everything else forgotten. "You!"

Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest, but Sango was on him in an instant, index finger poking into his chest as she stared him down.

"How dare you! Do you even know how amazing and wonderful Kagome is?"

"Uh..."

"She's beautiful and smart and the most spectacular person you will ever have the pleasure of meeting in your entire life and you go off with Kikyou?"

"It wasn't..."

Sango was having none of it. She continued to poke into Inuyasha's chest, advancing on him until his back was fully pressed against the wall. "Fuck. You. You hurt Kagome's feelings and I have made it my mission to end anyone who hurts Kagome in any way. Including you."

A small crowd was starting to gather to gawp at the small young woman who appeared to be terrifying a rather large, muscular fraternity member.

"I won't..."

"Don't even try with me, Inuyasha. You're lucky that she's the kind, forgiving sort who asked me not to take your head as my prize tonight. But I will let you know that if this happens again, nothing will stop me from being your worst enemy."

Hands up in supplication, Inuyasha finally said, "I promise."

Sango smiled and backed away, allowing Inuyasha to move away from the wall. "Good. Now she's on the dance floor in case you were wondering. And I think I saw Kouga headed that way not too long ago."

Inuyasha's eyes darkened as he spun his head to the next room. "Humph," was all he said before he left.

Sango turned around and saw Miroku with his mouth hanging open. Then he smiled. It wasn't the fake, sly smile he usually wore, but a genuine, open smile that lit up his eyes. "You are terrifying," he said.

"That was fun!" Sango said. "Come with me. I have more Phi Delts to yell at. You can't break the heart of my teammates and expect me to do nothing!"

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Three lectures and one stomped foot later (the foot stomping had been mostly an accident, but Sango wasn't sorry it had happened), Sango dragged Miroku back to the kitchen for another beer.

Sango was still giggling about her latest rant when the door to the kitchen burst open and Inuyasha entered, carrying Kagome over his shoulder.

"Oh, hi Sango!" called Kagome as Inuyasha strode through the room. "You can stay at my place tonight! I'm staying here!"

"Monk. Sango," Inuyasha acknowledged as he walked by.

"We made up!" Kagome cried as Inuyasha kicked down the door to the rest of the house and slammed it behind them.

Sango just shook her head with another laugh, then smiled up at Miroku.

"You knew that was coming, right?" she asked him.

"Duh," he answered with is own smile, passing Sango one of the few remaining warm beers.

They stood closely, shoulder to shoulder with their backs against the island. After a moment, Miroku threw his arm across her shoulders.

Miroku gulped down his own beer. He tried not to let it show, but he had been a little nervous earlier. Some of the guys Sango had dressed down weren't the nicest guys. And they had all been in front of their friends or girlfriend, making it less likely that they'd receive her criticism with any kindness. But Sango was fearless, and those guys had sensed it. She had gotten promises for apologies from all three, and Miroku believed that they'd follow through. The last thing any of them wanted was for the ferocious co-captain of the women's team to start a shitlist with their names on it.

Sango sipped at her beer thoughtfully, her eyes lingering on Miroku. He was widely known as a ladies man on campus, but he'd spent much of the night with her, backing her up as she tore through the frat house. It felt like she didn't know so much about him, but everything that she saw, she really liked and admired.

He caught her eyeing him and smirked. "Wanna dance?" he asked.

Sango heard the synth beats coming from the next room, remembering the anonymous press of bodies from earlier, and shook her head. "You know what I want?" she ventured.

Miroku squinted at her and licked his lips. Then he stood up straight and hugged her shoulder into him tightly. "Let's see. I bet you want to go out on that practice field outside and kick the ball around some."

It was Sango's turn for her jaw to drop. "That's fucking uncanny. How did you do that?"

"It's what I want to do, too. A drunken late-night soccer practice in togas seems like the perfect end to this party, right?"

Still a little mystified, Sango nodded.

"I know where they keep a ball? Shall we, m'lady?" He offered an arm.

Sango curtsied, then surprised him as she jumped up onto his back. Miroku tossed his beer can at the sink and piggy backed Sango through the party and out to the field where they would get muddy and gross and create one of their favorite college memories ever.

END.

#mirsan #fanfic #starzki writes #for beautiful angie #who loves mirsan

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starzki · 7 years

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F, G, N, S, and V for the fanfic asks if you haven't gotten them yet!

I haven’t gotten any, so here goes!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favoritedialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Little green men?” asked Miroku, exasperated.

“I’ll concede that Jaken is… unusual, but he’s not from another planet!”

– “Remotely Plausible”

I’d put the whole exchange from that fic here because I am intensely proud of that dialogue, but ff.net won’t let me cut and paste and that document is buried somewhere. I think was able to draw quite a number of parallels from X-Files to Inuyasha, all while managing to make it funny. I sure laughed my ass of writing it.

I have a few dialogue-only drabbles that I’m pretty proud of too, just because they’re hard to write, but brilliant when they work out.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish,or do you write the scenes out of order?

95% of my fic is written in order. I’ll have scenes A, B, and C that I want to include, then write my way from one to the next. I have to do it this way because sometimes the characters make hard left turns and I have to rethink B or C to fit with the rest of the story. But sometimes I just write the scene as a drabble, then build the fic around it later (or vice versa).

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else wouldwrite (or finish) for you?

I used to. Back when I was just dipping my toe into the IY fandom, it was so big and intimidating and I was so shy that I didn’t want anyone to know me. I had a few ideas and thought about just giving the prompts to @chelliaphra because we were on similar wavelengths when it came to MirSan, but I was too shy to even ask, so I just wrote them myself. And later, it turns out that we were very much on the same wavelength because she had a draft folder of ideas, many of which I had written!

But now, I love reading others’ works, but I’d rather take my own ideas and see if I can do them justice.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Probably most of them? But pure catnip for me is one sacrificing themselves for another. I also love Battle!Girls.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) toany fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

This is a hard question. If I love a fic, I generally don’t want to ruin it with either a sequel or prequel. Similarly, if a person’s AU has wonderful world-building, I think it belongs to them and wouldn’t dream of playing around in it. Mostly, I trust the authors and if they wanted it to end where they ended it, they had a good reason.

However, I can answer this in a petty way. I would choose a fic that is super popular and getting tons of reaction on AO3 and write the sequel or prequel to that, and get some of that attention for myself! (Not really, but I can’t say that I’m not jealous of people who write popular pairings in popular fandoms.)

Again, I trust authors and I love a fic, and unless I wanted to write a different pairing at a different time in the same universe, I generally won’t even consider splashing around in another author’s kiddie pool.

But this is just me. @scribefigaro has written some wonderful companion fics to my stories and I’ve cherished them.

#memes #fanfic #starzki writes

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starzki · 7 years

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Thinking about writing an AU MirSan arranged marriage slow-burn smut fic.

Maybe posting this to tumblr will up the chances I actually will write it. But there’s a lot of world-building I’m not sure I want to do. Hmmm

#mirsan #fanfic #starzki writes checks that her attention span can't cash

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starzki · 6 years

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Writer Ask: 1, 4, 6, 12, 17 please ^^

1. Tell us about your WIP!

I can’t say much since it will give away who I’m gifting it to. But I will say that is a companion piece of another fic I’ve written. *shifty eyes*

4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals?

Not really? I open a word document, write the working title, write “By Starzki” and I get to work. If it’s a long work or if I’ve been having trouble, I reward myself with whatever treats I have in the house when I accomplish a goal.

6. Favorite character you’ve written?

If this is about a favorite OC, I’ve always liked Celina from my FMP drabbles. If not, I like writing characters I believe I have an ear for. In FMP, I like Sousuke’s perspective. In IY, I love writing for Sango because I think I really get her.

12. Which story of yours do you like best? why?

I love my stories at different times for different reasons. In FMP, I love my zombie story (The Sickness) because I finished it. I also love Fire and Ice because I think I both found Sousuke’s voice and laid out his motivations in a way that is simplistic and true. For IY, I love my X Files AU (Remotely Plausible) because it was so fantastically fun to write. I also love In Vino Veritas because I think it was funny. Again, there is a time and place I love all of mine.

17. What things (scenes/topics/character types) are you most comfortable writing?

I’m most comfortable with angst and pining as topics. With scenes, I’m not sure. With characters, I love those that are either mostly in their head, or are incredibly physical. I can write earnest pretty well, as long as they are earnest at their cores.

Thanks for asking!

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scribefigaro · 7 years

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What I did on my Christmas vacation

@starzki and I kenneled the dogs, locked up the house, and flew out to my parents for a week. As always, I failed the molest-o-meter MW scan and got a pat down. Unusually, this time around, the pat down led to a positive flag for an explosives marker (not surprising since I work in a chemical research lab, except I’ve worked in that capacity for 10+ years and have been rarely flagged for explosives). Wisely, I think, I suppressed the urge to comment on the instruments the TSA used for chemical analysis, and how prone to false positives they were. Additionally, I did not ask Starzki for some lipstick, so I’d look pretty while being fucked. in any case, I was taken into a private room and mildly strip-searched and touched in what you might call the bathing suit area. By my own fault, Star and I were late in arriving and the plane was already boarding, so rather than call for a supervisor and make a big stink all I could do was stand there and hold on to whatever dignity one can have when a TSA agent decides to inspect one’s junk. There’s a fine line of speech and expression between “I’m a threat” and “Your mother must be so ashamed of you” and I think I trod it well. I got the impression the agents were more uncomfortable with the situation than I was, so I suppose that’s a type of success.

On the plus side, Star and I got emergency row seats, which means more legroom and the safety speech about whether or not we can fulfill the obligations and had Star not been there to tell me not to be an idiot, I’d be all, “Ma’am, I am a total aviation geek and avid consumer of aviation safety regulations, and I am such a total fucking fanboy of this specific aircraft that I actually own the Pilot’s Operating Manual and I read it often because it’s so fascinating. You would be hard-pressed to find someone more qualified at this task.” And the motherfucker sitting across the isle didn’t even open up the safety card. I had the aircraft layout already committed to memory, and still I read the card, just to be sure.

So, we arrived, Star and I spent some days with my parents and we had a decent time.

My father is doing extraordinarily well since his stroke, although his aphasia is still debilitating, and though he can recognize letters and words and speak and understand them he cannot “read” in the sense of scanning a sentence and understanding it. He’s still very good at numbers and can do mental math faster and more accurately than me. But spoken numbers do not work; we have to write it down or signal with hands for him to parse it. I’m beginning to think his ability to read is one of the few functions that just aren’t going to come back no matter how hard he tries.

I had a number of discussions with my father about what to do in his forced retirement, and mentioned how excited I was about our local maker space and @starzki‘s gift to me of a woodworking class there. I suggested he might enjoy that too. He laughed, and patiently explained to me he did that all through his 20s and 30s and putting him in front of a lathe would be as fun for him as putting myself in front of a cash register at a grocery store. And this was useful insight to me.

My grandfather worked with his hands his whole life. My father worked with his hands until he was able to move into management. I worked retail in high school and some college but subsequently became a lab rat and there I stay. On the other hand, my grandfather continued to do woodworking after he retired, and made some lovingly crafted hand-made toys. And not like figures whittled from wood, but the dashboard of a goddamn aircraft, so my eight-year-old ass could sit there on a milk crate and manipulate controls and assume that sort of craftsmanship was PERFECTLY NORMAL for a grandfather when in fact that was rather extraordinary.

I think there’s a recurring joke about my obsession with working with my hands, maintaining my own home and mine and Star’s vehicles, and that’s totally fine, but at the same time I’m grasping for my identity, my purpose, and for things I feel proud about. I get paid to produce ideas, but I feel more fulfilled when I produce things. Unfortunately, ideas pay better. But stupid little things like replacing a light switch or repairing an A/C relay fill me with pride, because it’s the product of me spending a very long time studying how to do such work correctly and safely, and amassing the tools and skills to accomplish the task.

It’s not like I’m mad or offended or anything - it’s all lighthearted fun - but I admit it bothers me that I can’t talk about home repair on this blog, as that work doesn’t count as craft or art. House maintenance takes up a rather large portion of my day-to-day headspace - it must, to ensure the financial future and safety and very lives of myself and Star - and it would be nice to feel I could post about such things and be allowed to feel proud about them.

But anyway.

I spent all Saturday morning downtown, having dropped off starzki’s car for repairs first thing in the morning. Star makes this very easy by being very observant of her car’s quirks, so I have minimal troubleshooting to do. I ran the repair shop through my vetting process and they passed, so now I have one more shop in town I can trust. If Star’s car breaks down and I’m out of town I know where to send her. Our town is small enough that I could drop the car off and walk to downtown, hit 2 different coffee shops, sit around at the park (while crazy wired), and generally enjoy myself with people-watching and quiet and nearly meditative contemplation. Much of which, perhaps, was me writing mirsan fic in my head. Once I got the call the car was ready, I walked back, went through the invoice line by line, and paid when I felt satisfied with each bit. I proceeded to a car wash and returned it to Star nice and clean. I neglected to vacuum the interior but I’ll hit her car and mine with the shopvac in the next week or two.

As for Sunday, Star and I cleaned the house from top to bottom. I’m rather impressed the two of us got the job done in about two hours.

Monday is a holiday but I should probably spend some hours working from home anyway. Hopefully the place hasn’t burned down.

#real life #marriage #tim the toolman coming up

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