Rurouni Kenshin - FanArt and Fic + Other
Hiya guys! I'm still alive, though I've moved most of my stuff to DeviantArt and AO3 (still active on FFNet of course).
I've recently seen the Live Action movie of Rurouni Kenshin and have been re-reading lot of my old fanfic favs. I wrote a short one-shot quite a while ago as well that I forgot to post here but I'll include it in this post. I've also drawn a bit of FanArt.
So, have at it~! ;D
Battousai x Kaoru - "Unamused"
OK so I've been re-reading a lot of RK fics lately because of the live action movie, as I've mentioned, and goshdarnit but I looove Battousai x Kaoru, especially AUs. unf.
So, uh, have some paranoid/overprotective!Battousai and unamused/not-made-for-lying-around-all-day-doing-nothing!Kaoru 8,D she's no delicate flower, pregnant or not, but I imagine her somewhat controlling husband would think it best if she was in a padded room rolled up in silk sheets being fed and moving as little as possible to avoid any and all injury. cue Kaoru driven nuts and escaping her room of overprotective doom in increasingly inventive ways. //end ramblings
so yeah ignore me ok I'll be over here doing...something.
Kenshin x Kaoru - "Roles Reversed"
ROLE REVERSAL FTW~!
uh, so, I recently watched the live-action movie of Rurouni Kenshin and I fell hard for my old fandom and re-read old favourite fanfics and generally sobbed at the awesomeness that is Rurouni Kenshin.
AND THEN SUDDENLY, this came to me.
Kaoru as the 28/29 year old and Kenshin as the 16/17 year old. Kaoru having fought in the civil war as a spy/assassin Mata Hari style, nicknames the Praying Mantis for well...obvious reason...anyway, uh, going wandering afterwards dressed up as a boy/man. Kenshin this time around doing the "Sword that protects" or whatever, and uh. basically just role reversal. also, Kaoru's X shaped cross is somewhere you can't see because...uh...seducing men of power and then killing them might perhaps involve less clothes..idk, I just imagine her having it on her stomach of chest or whatever *headdesk*
(I APOLOGISE FOR DRAWING CRAPPY CLOTHES BUT I AM NOT WELL VERSED IN JAPANESE CULTURE OK IMMA HIDE IN MY CORNER OF SHAME BYE)
Title: Step into the Cave, My Parlor
Pairing: Battousai x Kaoru
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Romance
Rating: M/NC-17
Notes: First three sentences were written for a Tumblr prompt thing I had. I chose to expand the story and it ended up being dragon!Kenshin and Kaoru humour and smut.
Summary: "Himura Kenshin, in no way and in no life is this a suitable nest, dragon or no; we are not moving here and if you try again, so help me, I will end you!"
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Kaoru found herself wondering more often than not why things like these only ever seemed to be happening to her - like the sudden addition of two annoying freeloaders-turned-brothers, or that stupid mugger picking that day of all days to strike (she'd been wearing her favourite kimono, dammit; it had been the only one without rips, tears or holes, up until then).
But more importantly, no one else seemed to have been saddled with possessive red-heads of a supernatural nature, who seemed to think hoarding was an acceptable rite of courtship and had somehow round up all her ribbons in a - oh god, how was this her life - cave.
"Himura Kenshin, in no way and in no life is this a suitable nest, dragon or no; we are not moving here and if you try again, so help me, I will end you!"
Kenshin stared at her innocently, all wide eyed purple, from where he sat perched on one of the rock formations by the cave's entrance, dangling a leg lazily. Kaoru felt her face heat in frustration and clenched her teeth - oh Kami, how had she ended up here, really - before turning around in a swift, stiff gesture of dismissal and began stalking home. Her home. The real home. The only home there would be. Made out of wood. In a town. Well, the outskirts of it, but still, it wasn't deep into a fucking forest.
She didn't hear him follow, but unless he wanted to be heard, no one heard Kenshin move. She should really be used to it by now, but she still finds herself caught unawares and by surprise when his arms slips around her waist and pulls her against his chest in a sure, confident move. Cocky bastard.
She did not squeak.
"Kenshin!" she yelps, tugging at his arms and struggling to get free. She didn't have time for this, dammit. "Let me go!"
He merely leans in to nuzzle behind her ear, breathing in deep and letting out the same contented noise he always seem to utter when catching a whiff of her scent. Unless it was laced with distress, or, you know, mixed with any other scent than his. Creepy, possessive dragons and their issues. Clearly living for millennia does whacky things to one's head.
"You haven't even stepped inside, my Kaoru," he rumbles, she can feel it through his chest along her back, and damn him, he knows perfectly well how it always settles like a ball of molten gold in her stomach. Soft lips brush against her ear as inhumanly warm breath ghosts across her skin, making her squirm in his hold.
"I don't need to!", she huffs, keeping up her struggle for freedom more for show than of any hope she'll actually get away unless he wants to. She doesn't know if she's up to that though, because when he lets her get away, it's usually only to hunt her down again in some sort of playful hunt. Unless she genuinely wants to be alone, he doesn't have much mercy.
"Kitten, how can you reject it without having properly pursued it?" he continues with amusement, and it isn't until now she's noticing he's been slowly dragging backwards towards the cave. Letting out a yell of frustration she turns in his arms, placing her hands on his chest to keep some sort of distance. "Fine!" she snaps. She'll look around the damn cave and pick up her ribbons, deliver her decision as a sound no, and be on her way. "Show me it so I can get back to practice!" She can't believe she let herself be lured into the forest forthis. Not that she'd been expecting anything. No, of course not (she blushed and pushes away her earlier hopes).
He leans down to capture her lips, a pleased hum warming in the back of his throat. He's smug and she'd do something about it if his kisses didn't always shut down her brain (well, the ration part, anyway). She was a bit busy melting into his steady embrace, opening willingly with her own sigh of contentment.
Too soon, he pulled away with a sharp nip at her lower lip, eyes now a simmer gold. She shivers, never in fright anymore, and tries to catch her breath. He's eying her in a way that makes his true nature shine through; eyes her like he wants to lock her away surrounded by his riches and secure in his embrace until the world comes to an end. She knows he would do it, knows he's only reining in his nature because of her. She would never be happy that way, he's fallen for a human and though it might've started as obsession as is a dragon's nature, somehow, he treated her differently. Differently from the treasures he hordes, as if she's something even more precious.
It never fails to leave her speechless in awe, but she tries not to do it too often. He's still a smug, possessive, arrogant and bullheaded dragon. She's not about to encourage him more than she unintentionally does.
"You tempt me, my nymph," he murmurs, voice low and smooth like silk, dripping with passion. It makes her flush and tingle, a knot of lust abruptly tightening like the stab of a knife in her gut. She expects him to lower her to the ground and peel her clothes open and away, drowning them in the smells of grass and air and sun. Yet she's not surprised when he draws back and takes a hold of her hand, tugging her inside the cave instead. She knows how much he likes to work her up into frenzy, remembers with a flash of heat the praises he whispers against her skin as her common decency is stripped, leaving a demanding, sensual creature she hadn't known she harbored.
Shaking her head, she tries to dispel such thoughts, because she's actually quite curious about this place her dragon has carved out for them. It's deep, tingles and smells of old, powerful magic (no one he doesn't want here will ever find it, she'd be safe against any harm here, but it's redundant; she's always safe with him, she doesn't need a magic cave). The stonewalls are rough but not sharp enough to be of any significant threat in themselves, and the stone glitters of precious sapphires and diamonds and rubies (emeralds, gold, silver; everything) in scattered places, illuminating the place in an enchanting, beautiful way. The cave itself is deep, she can see it twisting almost endlessly before her, and along the way are shelves with fabrics, chests filled with pearls and jewelry. There's pots of herbs and flowers, in corners there are stacks of pillows and furs ready to sink into, and soon she can see the unmistakable fumes of a hotspring.
Kenshin leads her to it, spins her around gently to frame her face with his hands and kiss her deeply. Pulling away, he demands in a rough voice, "Strip", and it makes her breath hitch. A slow smirk spreads on his lips, swollen from her attentions. "I've showed it to you, my sweet, and now it's time I demonstrate its value."
She shivers at the loss of his heat despite the steam from the spring beside her and lets her hands slowly remove her clothing beneath his intense stare. Licking her lips, she shrugs out of her kimono with an ease she'd never really had before him. He'd already loosened the knot at her back, and she'd stopped asking herself when or how he manages to do it without damaging anything or catching her attention.
She doesn't hesitate to move forward and start in on his clothes as well, because by now she knows how this will go when he's looking at her like that. He savors watching her strip, she can see it in his eyes, and he likes it when she attends to him as well. There are many variations for how this goes of course, she blushes to admit. He likes peeling her clothes off of her himself as well, likes dressing her, likes putting himself on display and reveal himself to her. She has no complaints either way; he always sweeps her up in a flood of heat and passion. Sometimes it's like a dam bursting, a storm, and sometimes it's slow and heavy, but no less intense.
Today it's the latter.
They're both naked and he's helping her into the water, bringing her with him as he rests against the brim of smoothed-out stone and settles her straddling his lap. His hands are steady on her hips and she's got her arms draped over his shoulders, fingers playing idly with the wild, red mane falling down his back.
"I'm still annoyed with you," she whispers, finding her voice, but it lacks heat. Passion as made her blood run slow and sluggish, burning in her veins, and she finds her hips grinding against his hardness in slow, lazy movements. Her fingers works on the tie holding his hair together in some semblance of order, setting it free.
His smirk is sharp and full of intent. "Mmm," he hums, titling his head and leaning down to nip at her slender neck. She gasps and grind down harder, and his hands helps her guide her pace, clenching and unclenching over her flesh. "You taste divine," he growls, licking down her collarbone and nuzzling her throat with his nose. His tongue is liquid fire but it doesn't burn, doesn't hurt.
She slips a hand between them and guides her inside with a single, smooth thrust that has them both moaning. She's tugging at his hair, wanting him up close for another kiss, but he's sliding his hands up to cup her breasts and bring them closer to his mouth. Tugging at her nipples with sharp teeth and soft lips, he's purring a rough, inhuman sound deep in his chest as she throws her head back and whines. Their pace is slow and grinding, her hips undulating against him, moving up and down with increasing strength. It's a slow build, molten heat curling its way from its center low in her gut, seeping outwards in tendrils of flame licking along her nerves. Her muscles are twitching, her thighs clenching on either side of his hips, and they're filling the cave with the hymn of their pleasure, moans and whispers sliding along the walls and ceiling. She knows she can come like this, knows the heat of the water, of him inside and around her, will feed the flame inside until it explodes like a dry forest set on fire.
He whispers ancient words and drags inhuman growls along her skin, shapes her name into the shine of jewels, and she's gone. She's arches up against him, limbs locked in a trembling shock of pleasure, her lips parted and his name is a prayer on her tongue. Thought it all, he's still thrusting; chasing her pleasure and making her twitch and shiver in his embrace. The haze of sated lust makes her soft and pliant, makes him breathe her in and curse before he's right there with his; a low roar vibrating through his body and caressing her as it echoes off the walls. The heat which spills inside her makes her squirm, makes her moan and suddenly his thumb is right there, and she's sobbing her way through another wave of release.
She slumps against him, utterly spent and drowsy, snuggling up under his chin and drifting. His breaths are even while she pants, but his usually tense body is relaxed beneath her.
"We're still not moving in," she mumbles against his skin, eyes closed. She hears him snort, feels his arms tighten around her briefly as he kisses the top of her head.
"Who said anything about moving in, kitten?" he replies, and she's reminded of the picture he made sitting expectantly outside the cave, wide eyed and innocent. "This will be our retreat, we'll still have the dojo." She musters up enough strength to punch him futilely on his shoulder, letting her hand drop almost as soon as she's delivered the weak blow, because she can't be expected to do much more afterthis.
"Freak," she mutters darkly, vowing to get back at him some time later, when she can lift her head and move again.
An hour or so later, she ends up sprawled in the heap of pillows and furs, naked and only slightly dried, with her infuriating dragon smirking down at her instead. She narrows her eyes and flips them over with a roll her hips and shoulders. Fine.
She'd show him, the smug bastard.
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THE END
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I've recently seen the Live Action movie of Rurouni Kenshin and have been re-reading lot of my old fanfic favs. I wrote a short one-shot quite a while ago as well that I forgot to post here but I'll include it in this post. I've also drawn a bit of FanArt.
So, have at it~! ;D
Battousai x Kaoru - "Unamused"
OK so I've been re-reading a lot of RK fics lately because of the live action movie, as I've mentioned, and goshdarnit but I looove Battousai x Kaoru, especially AUs. unf.
So, uh, have some paranoid/overprotective!Battousai and unamused/not-made-for-lying-around-all-day-doing-nothing!Kaoru 8,D she's no delicate flower, pregnant or not, but I imagine her somewhat controlling husband would think it best if she was in a padded room rolled up in silk sheets being fed and moving as little as possible to avoid any and all injury. cue Kaoru driven nuts and escaping her room of overprotective doom in increasingly inventive ways. //end ramblings
so yeah ignore me ok I'll be over here doing...something.
Kenshin x Kaoru - "Roles Reversed"
ROLE REVERSAL FTW~!
uh, so, I recently watched the live-action movie of Rurouni Kenshin and I fell hard for my old fandom and re-read old favourite fanfics and generally sobbed at the awesomeness that is Rurouni Kenshin.
AND THEN SUDDENLY, this came to me.
Kaoru as the 28/29 year old and Kenshin as the 16/17 year old. Kaoru having fought in the civil war as a spy/assassin Mata Hari style, nicknames the Praying Mantis for well...obvious reason...anyway, uh, going wandering afterwards dressed up as a boy/man. Kenshin this time around doing the "Sword that protects" or whatever, and uh. basically just role reversal. also, Kaoru's X shaped cross is somewhere you can't see because...uh...seducing men of power and then killing them might perhaps involve less clothes..idk, I just imagine her having it on her stomach of chest or whatever *headdesk*
(I APOLOGISE FOR DRAWING CRAPPY CLOTHES BUT I AM NOT WELL VERSED IN JAPANESE CULTURE OK IMMA HIDE IN MY CORNER OF SHAME BYE)
Title: Step into the Cave, My Parlor
Pairing: Battousai x Kaoru
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Romance
Rating: M/NC-17
Notes: First three sentences were written for a Tumblr prompt thing I had. I chose to expand the story and it ended up being dragon!Kenshin and Kaoru humour and smut.
Summary: "Himura Kenshin, in no way and in no life is this a suitable nest, dragon or no; we are not moving here and if you try again, so help me, I will end you!"
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Kaoru found herself wondering more often than not why things like these only ever seemed to be happening to her - like the sudden addition of two annoying freeloaders-turned-brothers, or that stupid mugger picking that day of all days to strike (she'd been wearing her favourite kimono, dammit; it had been the only one without rips, tears or holes, up until then).
But more importantly, no one else seemed to have been saddled with possessive red-heads of a supernatural nature, who seemed to think hoarding was an acceptable rite of courtship and had somehow round up all her ribbons in a - oh god, how was this her life - cave.
"Himura Kenshin, in no way and in no life is this a suitable nest, dragon or no; we are not moving here and if you try again, so help me, I will end you!"
Kenshin stared at her innocently, all wide eyed purple, from where he sat perched on one of the rock formations by the cave's entrance, dangling a leg lazily. Kaoru felt her face heat in frustration and clenched her teeth - oh Kami, how had she ended up here, really - before turning around in a swift, stiff gesture of dismissal and began stalking home. Her home. The real home. The only home there would be. Made out of wood. In a town. Well, the outskirts of it, but still, it wasn't deep into a fucking forest.
She didn't hear him follow, but unless he wanted to be heard, no one heard Kenshin move. She should really be used to it by now, but she still finds herself caught unawares and by surprise when his arms slips around her waist and pulls her against his chest in a sure, confident move. Cocky bastard.
She did not squeak.
"Kenshin!" she yelps, tugging at his arms and struggling to get free. She didn't have time for this, dammit. "Let me go!"
He merely leans in to nuzzle behind her ear, breathing in deep and letting out the same contented noise he always seem to utter when catching a whiff of her scent. Unless it was laced with distress, or, you know, mixed with any other scent than his. Creepy, possessive dragons and their issues. Clearly living for millennia does whacky things to one's head.
"You haven't even stepped inside, my Kaoru," he rumbles, she can feel it through his chest along her back, and damn him, he knows perfectly well how it always settles like a ball of molten gold in her stomach. Soft lips brush against her ear as inhumanly warm breath ghosts across her skin, making her squirm in his hold.
"I don't need to!", she huffs, keeping up her struggle for freedom more for show than of any hope she'll actually get away unless he wants to. She doesn't know if she's up to that though, because when he lets her get away, it's usually only to hunt her down again in some sort of playful hunt. Unless she genuinely wants to be alone, he doesn't have much mercy.
"Kitten, how can you reject it without having properly pursued it?" he continues with amusement, and it isn't until now she's noticing he's been slowly dragging backwards towards the cave. Letting out a yell of frustration she turns in his arms, placing her hands on his chest to keep some sort of distance. "Fine!" she snaps. She'll look around the damn cave and pick up her ribbons, deliver her decision as a sound no, and be on her way. "Show me it so I can get back to practice!" She can't believe she let herself be lured into the forest forthis. Not that she'd been expecting anything. No, of course not (she blushed and pushes away her earlier hopes).
He leans down to capture her lips, a pleased hum warming in the back of his throat. He's smug and she'd do something about it if his kisses didn't always shut down her brain (well, the ration part, anyway). She was a bit busy melting into his steady embrace, opening willingly with her own sigh of contentment.
Too soon, he pulled away with a sharp nip at her lower lip, eyes now a simmer gold. She shivers, never in fright anymore, and tries to catch her breath. He's eying her in a way that makes his true nature shine through; eyes her like he wants to lock her away surrounded by his riches and secure in his embrace until the world comes to an end. She knows he would do it, knows he's only reining in his nature because of her. She would never be happy that way, he's fallen for a human and though it might've started as obsession as is a dragon's nature, somehow, he treated her differently. Differently from the treasures he hordes, as if she's something even more precious.
It never fails to leave her speechless in awe, but she tries not to do it too often. He's still a smug, possessive, arrogant and bullheaded dragon. She's not about to encourage him more than she unintentionally does.
"You tempt me, my nymph," he murmurs, voice low and smooth like silk, dripping with passion. It makes her flush and tingle, a knot of lust abruptly tightening like the stab of a knife in her gut. She expects him to lower her to the ground and peel her clothes open and away, drowning them in the smells of grass and air and sun. Yet she's not surprised when he draws back and takes a hold of her hand, tugging her inside the cave instead. She knows how much he likes to work her up into frenzy, remembers with a flash of heat the praises he whispers against her skin as her common decency is stripped, leaving a demanding, sensual creature she hadn't known she harbored.
Shaking her head, she tries to dispel such thoughts, because she's actually quite curious about this place her dragon has carved out for them. It's deep, tingles and smells of old, powerful magic (no one he doesn't want here will ever find it, she'd be safe against any harm here, but it's redundant; she's always safe with him, she doesn't need a magic cave). The stonewalls are rough but not sharp enough to be of any significant threat in themselves, and the stone glitters of precious sapphires and diamonds and rubies (emeralds, gold, silver; everything) in scattered places, illuminating the place in an enchanting, beautiful way. The cave itself is deep, she can see it twisting almost endlessly before her, and along the way are shelves with fabrics, chests filled with pearls and jewelry. There's pots of herbs and flowers, in corners there are stacks of pillows and furs ready to sink into, and soon she can see the unmistakable fumes of a hotspring.
Kenshin leads her to it, spins her around gently to frame her face with his hands and kiss her deeply. Pulling away, he demands in a rough voice, "Strip", and it makes her breath hitch. A slow smirk spreads on his lips, swollen from her attentions. "I've showed it to you, my sweet, and now it's time I demonstrate its value."
She shivers at the loss of his heat despite the steam from the spring beside her and lets her hands slowly remove her clothing beneath his intense stare. Licking her lips, she shrugs out of her kimono with an ease she'd never really had before him. He'd already loosened the knot at her back, and she'd stopped asking herself when or how he manages to do it without damaging anything or catching her attention.
She doesn't hesitate to move forward and start in on his clothes as well, because by now she knows how this will go when he's looking at her like that. He savors watching her strip, she can see it in his eyes, and he likes it when she attends to him as well. There are many variations for how this goes of course, she blushes to admit. He likes peeling her clothes off of her himself as well, likes dressing her, likes putting himself on display and reveal himself to her. She has no complaints either way; he always sweeps her up in a flood of heat and passion. Sometimes it's like a dam bursting, a storm, and sometimes it's slow and heavy, but no less intense.
Today it's the latter.
They're both naked and he's helping her into the water, bringing her with him as he rests against the brim of smoothed-out stone and settles her straddling his lap. His hands are steady on her hips and she's got her arms draped over his shoulders, fingers playing idly with the wild, red mane falling down his back.
"I'm still annoyed with you," she whispers, finding her voice, but it lacks heat. Passion as made her blood run slow and sluggish, burning in her veins, and she finds her hips grinding against his hardness in slow, lazy movements. Her fingers works on the tie holding his hair together in some semblance of order, setting it free.
His smirk is sharp and full of intent. "Mmm," he hums, titling his head and leaning down to nip at her slender neck. She gasps and grind down harder, and his hands helps her guide her pace, clenching and unclenching over her flesh. "You taste divine," he growls, licking down her collarbone and nuzzling her throat with his nose. His tongue is liquid fire but it doesn't burn, doesn't hurt.
She slips a hand between them and guides her inside with a single, smooth thrust that has them both moaning. She's tugging at his hair, wanting him up close for another kiss, but he's sliding his hands up to cup her breasts and bring them closer to his mouth. Tugging at her nipples with sharp teeth and soft lips, he's purring a rough, inhuman sound deep in his chest as she throws her head back and whines. Their pace is slow and grinding, her hips undulating against him, moving up and down with increasing strength. It's a slow build, molten heat curling its way from its center low in her gut, seeping outwards in tendrils of flame licking along her nerves. Her muscles are twitching, her thighs clenching on either side of his hips, and they're filling the cave with the hymn of their pleasure, moans and whispers sliding along the walls and ceiling. She knows she can come like this, knows the heat of the water, of him inside and around her, will feed the flame inside until it explodes like a dry forest set on fire.
He whispers ancient words and drags inhuman growls along her skin, shapes her name into the shine of jewels, and she's gone. She's arches up against him, limbs locked in a trembling shock of pleasure, her lips parted and his name is a prayer on her tongue. Thought it all, he's still thrusting; chasing her pleasure and making her twitch and shiver in his embrace. The haze of sated lust makes her soft and pliant, makes him breathe her in and curse before he's right there with his; a low roar vibrating through his body and caressing her as it echoes off the walls. The heat which spills inside her makes her squirm, makes her moan and suddenly his thumb is right there, and she's sobbing her way through another wave of release.
She slumps against him, utterly spent and drowsy, snuggling up under his chin and drifting. His breaths are even while she pants, but his usually tense body is relaxed beneath her.
"We're still not moving in," she mumbles against his skin, eyes closed. She hears him snort, feels his arms tighten around her briefly as he kisses the top of her head.
"Who said anything about moving in, kitten?" he replies, and she's reminded of the picture he made sitting expectantly outside the cave, wide eyed and innocent. "This will be our retreat, we'll still have the dojo." She musters up enough strength to punch him futilely on his shoulder, letting her hand drop almost as soon as she's delivered the weak blow, because she can't be expected to do much more afterthis.
"Freak," she mutters darkly, vowing to get back at him some time later, when she can lift her head and move again.
An hour or so later, she ends up sprawled in the heap of pillows and furs, naked and only slightly dried, with her infuriating dragon smirking down at her instead. She narrows her eyes and flips them over with a roll her hips and shoulders. Fine.
She'd show him, the smug bastard.
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THE END
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