Author's Note: Remember how I archived the 7 Inuvember 2018 ficlets here last year? (Ch. 5-11, to be exact) Well, I dug a little deeper and now will be archiving a handful of Inuvember 2017 ficlets here, too! *throws confetti* Unlike 2018, where I ONLY wrote 7 entries, I actually managed to do the first 24 of the 30 prompts in 2017, but most of them were vague, introspective character studies. I managed to scoop up the ones I don't utterly hate, and will be (re)sharing them here. Here is the MirSan prompt!

(The InuKag prompt is archived under Tied Together, Ch. 21)

Originally posted here & Tumblr: Nov. 17, 2017

Posted here: Nov. 7, 2021

Setting: Post-canon (kinda)

Characters: MirSan

Words: 711

Rated: T+, for slight suggestive material

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Healing One Another

The wedding was as solemn as it was a joyful event. The entirety of Kaede's village attended the ceremony, while she hosted it, naturally, and of course some of their closest friends and relatives were guests as well. But the pain of the bride and groom's parents unable to see them on their happiest day, as well as the absence of their dear friend, Kagome, was nearly unbearable. Thankfully, between Inuyasha, Shippo, Kohaku, and Rin, there were plenty of distractions, chaos, and joy to spread. It was almost easy to forget all the suffering everyone had gone through since the beginning of their journey to this happy day of love and friends.

Almost.

Miroku never thought he'd spend his wedding night cuddling with his wife, both fully clothed, as she sobbed onto his shoulder. But then, Sango had every reason to release her pain now, with her husband, no less.

"There, there, Sango," he said at last, when he could sense that the major storm of tears had finally passed. "It's perfectly all right to feel so much pain, even on a joyous day as this one had been."

"Oh, M-Miroku," Sango hiccupped, sitting up in bed, blushing in shame. "I'm so sorry. I know I should be happy, and not so sad, but I-"

"We all had a terrible time of suffering, Sango dear, you especially. It's a miracle that Kohaku made it, after everything that's happened to him."

"I-I know. But, but, I-I-"

"You miss Kagome."

"Of course! She's the closest person I've ever had to a sister, and I just..."

"She knew that we were planning on getting married after Naraku was defeated. I think that knowledge alone will be a relief for her. From what she told me, after we got engaged, she'd been waiting for us to confess our feelings since the day you joined our little troupe."

Sango hiccupped again, this time with a small laugh. She wiped away her tears, and nestled back in her beloved's arms, while he gently kissed her forehead. For a moment they were silent, then Sango sat up again suddenly.

"Sango..?"

"Oh, Miroku, I'm so selfish! Here I was, crying over my parents and Kagome's absence, but you also were missing your own family-!"

"My love, unlike you, I lost my family long before I met Inuyasha. I had no one except Hachi and Master Mushin, and I barely saw those two anyway, as I was always traveling since I reached thirteen years of age. Both of them were able to attend our wedding, and I count myself extremely lucky for it. You, on the other hand, have every reason to grieve. It hasn't even been a year since you lost so much."

Sango nodded slowly, staring down at her husband, her eyes wide in gratitude and surprise. Then, she glanced over her shoulder.

"What is it, my love?"

"W-well, usually whenever we have these sorts of conversations, you tend to ruin the moment by doing something lecherous..."

Sango faltered and blushed bright red. Miroku smirked wickedly. "Well," he said, slowly running his hands along his wife's body till he reached his favorite spot, "we are married now, so it wouldn't be considered 'lecherous' anymore, would it?" He squeezed tightly. The sound she emitted was completely worth the wait.

"I-idiot! Pervert! I don't know why I married you!" Sango sputtered, trying desperately to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held fast until she was laying on his chest, their faces now nose-to-nose. Sango glared at him. "You've been waiting for an opportunity all day to do this, weren't you?" she said in mock anger.

He winked and kissed her full on the lips. When they parted, her face was flushed, but calmer now, her eyes glistening with love and desire. Miroku chuckled affectionately.

"Sango, my dear, my love, my beautiful wife, you have no idea how long I waited for this moment. Now," he said, pushing upwards till the two lovebirds were sitting up on their knees, facing one another in bed, "would you do me the honor of being the first and only woman to bear my children?"

"Yes," Sango whispered breathlessly, as her husband kissed along her neck and began to slowly undress her at last.