Chohakkai Stories

(Son Goku x OC Reader) Dark. Cold. Alone. That's how my life has been for as long as I can remember. Trapped in a cell to rot for who-knows-what. Then, a demon tribe moved into the place I was locked up in. That was when I learned what true fear was. Several months later, a woman was brought down to the cells. She was kind, yet had a sad smile on her face. Her lover came to save her. Meeting him is what changed my life. That was when I learned what true happiness was. And then... I made a wish.

Saiyuki by Minekura Kazuya. Indonesian Fanfic. Gaje/OOC. Tidak memenuhi kaidah bahasa indonesia. Pairing: OCxGenjo Sanzo

A lone girl works as a slave to demons, in return to them keeping her alive. Her name, is Lena. The Sanzo Party is on their way to the human village nearby, and the demons proclaim that they shall be the sacrifices for this month. Will Lena be able to free herself, with help of the Sanzo Party, or will she stay with the demons until Death?

When Hakkai misses a tutoring session for Goku, Sanzo and Goku discover both Hakkai and Gojyo missing under suspicious circumstances. This is FAN FICTION. I DO NOT OWN SAIYUKI, THE CHARACTERS, OR THE ART.

a series of cute fluffy saiyuki short stories requests are open for this book

An assortment of short blurbs/oneshots dedicated to life at Chang'an. Takes place before the Journey West (may include callbacks to Burial and Gaiden)

"You either really want a cigarette or you're treading on dangerous territory." Sanzo offered him one from the pack. Hakkai shook his head. "I'll tread." (SanzoxHakkai yaoi)

Shike Mai has been trying to find the five founding scriptures of Heaven and Earth for the last few months on orders of the three aspects. This has lead her Westward with her two half sisters and adoptive mother. How will she continue on with the boys, and how will she react when she finds her childhood friends, Kuryu and Shuei, fighting?

Cho Hakkai x Male! Reader One-Shot!

And so I sit at the window sill and let the bag steep before drinking. That scent is haunting the room, suggesting more. It is like a ghost we share, he and I, though she shows us two distinct faces. Strange, how these worlds within us will converge.