#after I’ve finished crows of a feather…

[tetsuyaku]

Wip wed!!

Aka snippet from the second part of a study in family that I started working on before even finishing the second chapter of the first part 🫡

[collegeoflore]

i don’t think leaving the crows entirely is in the cards for magpie and lucanis but i can see a post game future where lucanis gives up the first talon seat, probably after caterina dies and he’s been forced to actually Do His Job as first talon for a couple of months and has a breakdown about it lol. i think after that he and magpie just like, operate more or less independently but are still technically crows. because magpie simply will not leave while viago is there. that isn’t an option. but if lucanis giving up on being first talon is what keeps them both sane and allows them to spend more time with neve she could do that. so probably they just live out their days killing blood mages and cultists across tevinter for insane sums of money and in between help neve solve her cases and still host family dinners with viago and teia occasionally :)

[shadow4-1]

“Dying alone.” You hummed, running the brush through your horse’s hair. “Y’know, it’s been weighing on me.”

Price huffed out a soft breath and nuzzled his graying muzzle against your palm. You smiled at him, rubbing your knuckles over the soft fuzz of his snout. When you’d first got him he’d been a young workhorse too ornery for any ranch hand in the county. After doing some research, you figured out he was a European breed, one not meant for the rough hands of your fellow Americans. You’d gotten him cheap, and yet his training came at a ‘price’. It took awhile for you to learn his ins an outs but he quickly grew to become your favorite - as well as your oldest. He was the first member of your ranch after all.

“I’ve never wanted to look for a man. They’re so gross, Price.” You sighed, working a few tangles out of his short, dark mane. “They always say they want me for me, but really they just want the ranch.”

There was a short bark from the door of the barn. A black and white, muscular dog stood waiting for your command. You tsked at him and he slowly came trotting up to you, head low to the ground in a submissive posture. The closer he came, the more you noticed the white fur surrounding his eyes and snout - starting to gray like Price’s.

“C’mere Ghost.” You hummed.

The dog obliged and pressed the top of his head into your hand. Ghost was such a mutt. You’d picked him up as a pup from a mean roadside vendor. If you had to guess, he had some kind of German Shepherd in him. Maybe some Rottweiler or Pit Bull? You couldn’t be sure. But what you did know, is that -

“Aw, look at my best boy! You’re my best boy!” You baby talked, squishing his chunky face. Ghost just licked his lips in indignation but made no move to escape your hold. Price snorted loudly and pawed at the ground, upset that you stopped brushing his mane.

“Okay okay. I get it.” You laughed. “Let me just finish up here!”

-

There wasn’t any field tending that needed to be done, so you sent Price off to the fenced in pasture. Despite his age, he kicked up dirt and pranced about in delight. You smiled at the old horse before heading back to the barn. Ghost sat patiently outside, his metal tags glinting in the sunlight.

“Okay, boy. Show time.”

And just like that, all hell seemed to break loose. Ghost ran into the barn and started to bark. While usually subdued, this time his bark was loud and mighty. The sheep and cows stirred in their pens. The chickens squawked from their roosts. You threw open the barn with a mighty heave. And just like that, the animals were also let out into the fenced pasture.

The cows bounded out happily, their bells clanging. Then came the half dozen sheep and their young lambs, followed by a dozen assorted chickens. You sprinkled chicken feed and enjoyed the morning mayhem. A rooster made himself known from the pack by standing up straight, puffing out his chest, and crowing with so much might you thought he might hurt himself. You poured a bit of feed in your hand before crouching down.

“Here Johnny, Johnny.” You giggled, shaking your hand.

The large rooster strutted up to you with absolutely no fear. He ruffled his feathers and clucked at you before eating the feed right out of your hand. When he was done, he let you pet him. If you wanted to pick him up, you easily could’ve. Most mornings you spent with him on your hip. Despite how amazing of a rooster he was, he never got violent with you. Now, any other hired help, it was a different story. Come to think of it, none of your animals really worked for anyone else but you.

“Sorry Johnny.” You sighed, standing up and taking a step back. “Gotta trim-woah!”

Something hard nudged firmly against your rear. You regained your balance and looked behind you.

“Kyle!” You scolded. “Yes, yes! You’re going out to the pasture too!”

The large billy goat bleated at you and rubbed the top of his de-horned head against your hip, as if to scratch himself on your belt. With a soft pat to his head, you lead him through the pasture and farther into the green grass. It took him a minute, but after taking a glance at Price on the other end of the field, he began to run towards him. The two creatures met in the middle and began to play.

You weren’t entirely sure why those two got along so well, but they certainly did. Price playfully nipped at Kyle’s short tail. Kyle just bleated in excitement and tried to ram his head into the old horse’s leg. They were a funny little duo, that was certain.

And with that, you began to finish up your morning chores. You collected the eggs and the fresh milk from the gallon jugs in the barn. You cleaned up the stalls and polished Price’s riding tack. Once you made sure everyone had fresh food and water you decided to go inside and clean up. Today was an easy day. All you would be responsible for was to bring the animals back in as well as feed yourself.

You showered, dressed in a flowy white sundress, and headed outside. You sat out in the pasture, under the shade of the old oak tree and your floppy sun hat. This day was like no other. After enjoying a bowl of fruit and a glass of iced tea it didn’t take long for you to doze off in your favorite lawn chair.

-

You dreamed that you were taking Price back to the stables after a good ride around the ranch. It was late, and the southern heat was oppressive. You wiped the sweat off Price’s back with an old towel as your removed his tack.

“Y’know. Despite your age, y’ still give a girl a great ride.” You chuckled at the old horse. You rubbed his snout. He snorted at you and you giggled. “You have no clue what I’m talking about.”

With another laugh, you turned to the stall's gate. You opened it just enough to reach to the built in shelf next to it. You dug your hand into a small box and swiped a handful of sugar cubes from within it. You turned, hand outstretched to offer it to Price. Except, when you turned, there was no longer a horse.

Standing there, completely nude, was a human man.

You gasped in shock and took a step back, hitting the edge of the stall’s wall. He took a step forward, blue eyes glittering. He eyed the sugar cubes you now clutched tightly in your palm. He reached forward, prying them from your grip, before hungrily tossing them into his mouth. He ate them with no discomfort and even smiled as he swallowed them down.

“Thanks, Love.” He licked his lips, remnants of the glittery sugar still caught in his mustache.

“P-Price?” You squeaked.

“Who else would it be?”

You had half a mind to run, but you were so enamored with the thought that your precious horse could be a human. He stepped even farther forward, boxing you into the corner of the wooden stall. Your head hit the wall, making the various items hung up shudder from the impact. Price unhooked one of the ancient reins away from the top of your head before dropping it into the fresh hay at your feet. He admired his hands for a second and so did you.

“I-you-wh-what is going on?” You managed out. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

Price didn’t seem to hear you as he tried to get a feel for his own body. You watched in shock and arousal as he flexed his arm muscles and observed the firm ripples of his own chiseled abdomen. He petted down his belly and admired the thick curls that trailed over his cock. He gripped at it, tugged at it experimentally before seeming to realize something important.

“Ready for that ride, Love?”

[rebelssvy]

the head knight ✧.*

fantasy! kirishima x reader

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summary: smuttyyyy kiri is an EATER. you work in a pleasure house and he comes to steal you away at one condition. he HAS to make you feel good.

this is my first take on the whole fantasy world. so far i have soooo many ideas. can’t wait to write more :))

you were nothing but a mere whore used up by random knights of passers by. the magic in your heart was drained and nothing could light the flame that was dim within you. war and war again took everyone you loved, the struggle for money left you with little options. you needed to live.

selling your soul to the whore house was the clear option. men loved you, no reason not to get paid for your actions. the ways they loved you though, it wasn’t love. you were used. time after time they would use your body and leave without second thought. it’s not that it bothered you, but you knew the feeling of love was fleeting from your body.

until he came along. one of the best knights your lonely kingdom has seen in years. wielding nothing but a sword he was known for killing with his hands. the sword was more of a accessory. his hair was on the longer side and scars were prominent along his body.

you treated him just like any other client. this was your job.

sporting a long lacey lingerie that resembled more to a dress. you lay in the bed plush with feather pillows. waiting for your soul to be taken apart yet again.

without a knock at the door a man the size of the frame walked through. you had seen in of course, on the day you spent away from the pleasure house. he stuck out among the crowed. no matter how tall you are, he towered above you.

he stumbled when he played his eyes upon you. a slight stagger on his feet that you noticed, you took it as soreness from his battles.

before you could say anything, his voice picked up just a whisper. “what’s your name..?” his deep voice was hushed.

“y/n. but you can call me anything you want here. my name is yours.” you said crawling to the foot of the bed.

he moved closer to you, standing above you almost inbetween your parted legs. “y/n…” he repeated. “that’s a beautiful name.” the slight blush on his face made you smile. he was sweeter than most.

“can i ask you your name?” you said looking up at him. you were certain you were truly stunning right now.

“kirishima ejjirou. call me eijirou, head knight of the academia.” he said bringing a hand up to your face. his calloused fingers were rough and they touched your push skin.

“well, ‘head knight of the academia’..,” you joked before finishing your reply. “i’m yours for as long as you want me, eijirou.”

you could here is breath stop for just a second. almost a gasp. you swear you also heard him praise the Gods before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

it wasn’t like the kisses you normally receive, it was loving, lacking of lust.

“if i make you feel good, genuinely in our moments together, be truthful, because i would spend the rest of my life with you.” he said after parting lips. you gasped at his words.

“you don’t know me, eijirou. you don’t want a life with me.” you said hushed, your body felt hot and tears pricked at your eyes. your whole nervous system felt like it had flipped on its head. “i am a lowly girl from a pleasure house. know that.” you said looking away from him.

he used his hand to tilt your face back to his, you had to look at him.

“you are the prettiest person i’ve ever seen. please y/n, i’ll beg even. please. i would fight a million wars for you if it meant i could come home to your face.” he had now dropped to his knees, his face lied on your thighs. “let me get to know you.”

instead of giving him a verbal answer, you moved slowly, picking up his head and gently standing him up. you both came to your feet. you moved his body onto the bed, his head resting on the pillows. stripping him of his clothing. he was truly huge.

“you want to please me? show me you can. and after wards you can make your choice on wanting to wife me or not.” you stood firm, deciding you shall give him your body. the catch was it was going to almost impossible for him to wife you, because you weren’t going to be pleased by him today. no whatever he did wasn’t going to be enough. could he please you? you didn’t think so.

“y/n. i will make you my wife.” the words sent shudders down your spine. why is he so perseverant to this?

before you knew it you were flipped on your back. the plush mattress hitting your skin. his lips were back on yours in no time. but this time there was somthing different about them. there was a passion, a certain type of yearning that could only be expressed through action. his wet tongue worked its way into your mouth. fighting dominance with yours.

his head worked its way down your neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your skin. nipping and kissing you, like he was about to eat you whole. he kept kissing until he was right about your core. now suddenly away of how wet you were, you moved your legs together to set water on your fire. you couldn’t let him please you. he didn’t want to live with you, he was blinded by lust.

his head parted from your body slightly, his eyes boring up at you. just for a second. before his hands works fast and strong. parting your legs, right infront of his face. you could feel his warm breath on your core.

“so fucking wet..” he breathed. it was harsh and fast, his face pressed into your core. it was still clothed and yet the pleasure was overwhelming. taking sloppy breaths into your cunt he smelled everything. he was feeding off you. he parted slowly, almost like he was struggling to get away from your sent. “may i?” he said softly, looking at the undergarments. you shook your head yes.

once you were fully unclothed, the two of you stood on your knees on the bed. he kissed you hard, bringing his hands up to body.

“sit on my face.” he demanded, not in a mean way. but in a way that he craved you so badly he might die without you.

his head hit the bed and his body lay flat, sprawled out. his hands found your thighs guiding them to his body. “cmere…” he moaned, your body was above his now, almost cunt flat on his face. you slowly lowered your body over his, hesitating slightly. “fuckkk come on y/n, please” he begged. and so you did, you sat down on his face. his handsome face that was now lapping your slick up beneath you. your back arched and you moaned out.

at the sounds coming out of your mouth, the knights hips buckled up, jerking at the sound. his tongue licked and lapped your juices. he groaned into you. the vibration making your upper half buckle forward. falling down hands now resting on his thighs. you were now face to face with the biggest cock you had ever seen. and god, it was beautiful. his tip was red, looking like it needed to be touched.

you couldn’t help yourself, you picked his cock up. taking it into your hands. you gave him a good tug. gathering the spit in your mouth and drooling it over his member.

the noise he made from inbetween your legs was inhuman. he moaned loud, and his hands clamped down on your thighs. pushing your cunt farther on his face.

“god! ah-eiji-ah!!” you screamed out. the pleasure was too much. it was too good. he was about to win a war he didn’t know he was fighting.

you tried to get off him, but he was too strong. his head moved with your spasms. every time your body jerked he moved with you. there was no running away from him.

“i’m-i’m gonna cum! ah-!” your body racked as you orgasmed. your cunt rubbed back and fourth on his face. you could feel his tongue lay flat on you, your folds being spread apart by his mouth. he didn’t stop eating you out, infact, you felt his hands move. his fingers prodded at your entrance. the pleasure couldn’t get better, until his fat fingers started pumping in and out of you and a relentless pace. his mouth suctioned its way onto your clit. you saw stars. every sound in the world wiped away at your pleasure.

your body trembled. there was more to your orgasm. somthing new. you spasmed on his face, his hands working in and out of your body. a clear liquid sprayed on his face. you watched him, open his mouth and take everything you squirted out into his mouth. even when you were rang dry, he kissed and kissed your soaked folds.

you fel onto your back aside him now. the most tired you had ever felt. you knew your couldn’t give him more because he had just taken everything from you.

he turned on his side facing you now. “you liked that? because fuck. if i could come home to that every night i would die a happy man.”

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nghhhhhh ya ok

[demonsslayersstuff]

I Love You (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

Description: The five times Giyuu almost says he loves you and the one time he finally does. Giyuu and reader are already in a relationship, but y’all haven’t reached this milestone yet. (Had to add little cameos from the other Hashira)

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, mentions of injury, some slightly suggestive content (nothing too detailed). Gender neutral reader.

A/N: It’s been a hot second since I’ve done a Demon Slayer Drabble, sorry about that! I have a lot going on, so I really haven’t had to the time to write like I use to. Anyway I plan on doing JJK next. Thanks for the support 😊!

The First Time:

It’s a cloudless night when Giyuu Tomioka almost lets those three words slip out of his mouth. The two of you were returning to your respective homes after being out on a surprisingly easy mission. The stars were littered across the sky, glistening against the vast expanse of darkness. “Isn’t it beautiful?”, you ask quietly, taking a moment to look up, eyes watching the sky, mesmerized by the sight. “Sure”, the Water Hashira mumbles, but he wasn’t looking up at the sky, his ocean blue eyes were too focused on your own figure to care about the sky. Giyuu feels his heart rate pick up as he continues to look at your face and he swears that not even the shining rays of the moon’s soft light could compare to your beauty. “Y/N I lo-“, Giyuu starts, but is quickly interrupting by the cawing of your crow. “Meeting summons”, the dark feather bird calls out before flittering away. “Damn”, you mutter, before turning to look at him. “Sorry Giyuu, did you have something to say?”, you ask him. Giyuu shakes his head, the timing wasn’t right. “Don’t worry about it. You should probably get going”, he tells you. You give him a soft smile and a gentle squeeze on his arm, before you change direction, now heading towards the master’s house. Giyuu watches your receding figure wondering how he was going to tell you about his feelings.

The Second Time:

The cold wind whipped around the two of you bitterly as you walked along the snowy path. Giyuu shivers, pulling the scarf around his neck tighter as he trudged along the trail. Only you would want to go into town today, he thinks to himself. “You ok?”, you call, turning to look at the Water Hashira’s nearly frozen face. “You owe me a cup of steaming tea”, he responds gruffly. “Don’t worry we are almost there!”, you tell him happily. And soon enough Giyuu finds himself seated next to you in a small tea shop as he watches you pour his favorite tea into the ceramic mugs, handing him one when you were finished. Giyuu sighs as the hot liquid runs down his throat, it blossoming into the type of warmth that spreads throughout the body. “Now, wasn’t this worth it?”, you ask him coyly, before softly leaning against him, causing his cheeks to blush. Giyuu looks down at your smiling face, chuckling himself at your wagging eyebrows. It’s in this moment that Giyuu so desperately wants to tell you how his feels, but just as he opens his mouth, he hears the tea shop door slide open and that’s when he is reminded of the publicness of where he was. Not the right place, Giyuu thinks for a moment. So he covers it up, “You’re right, this was worth it”, he says, bringing his mug back up to his lips an easy silence falling between the two of you.

The Third Time:

Giyuu sighs as he feels your lips brush against his. He could smell and taste the faintness scent of green tea as the kiss deepens. “Giyuu”, you murmur as his hand tightens on your waist. “Hmmmm?”, he breathes out, pulling slightly away from your lips, the distance still close enough for your noses to touch against each other. “I want you”, you tell him, voice thick with desire. You watch as his blue eyes snap open, looking into yours carefully. “Are you sure?”, Giyuu asks quietly, heart racing as he continues to look at you. You nod your head slightly, hands moving slowly down his chest, resting on the buttons of his Corps uniform. “Y/N before we do this, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you”, Giyuu begins, a slight edge in his tone. “Tell me”, you say, looking at him carefully. But before he has a chance, a loud pounding on the door brings the two of you back to reality. “Oi! Tomioka! Where the fuck are you? We were supposed to start sparing five minutes ago”, the Wind Hashira shouts from behind the other side of the door. You note the guilt stricken face that was now on display across your partner’s features. “It’s ok, Giyuu, another time”, you quickly respond, pulling yourself out of his embrace. “Y/N-“, he starts. “I can you hear you in there! Let’s go!”, Shinazugawa shouts again. “Go, before Shinazugawa destroys the front door”, you tell him with a chuckle. Giyuu sighs before moving to grab his sword. With one last look in your direction, he heads out, mentally preparing himself for the harsh words the Wind Hashira would shout his way.

The Fourth Time:

The two of you were out on an afternoon stroll when Giyuu thought he’d finally found the right time to express his true feelings. Spring was fast approaching and you had practically begged and pleaded with Giyuu to see the blooming cherry blossom trees. As his eyes followed your giddy figure, he was happy that he’d come here with you. The delicate pink leaves swayed with gentle breeze, a few of petals already falling around you like a light dribble of rain. He continued to watch quietly as you danced through the garden, enamored with your beauty. “Y/N”, Giyuu called out, not wanting to lose this opportunity. You pause your movements, turning to look at him. “Listen, I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while, but things keep popping up”, the Water Hashira starts. “I’m listening”, you responded giving a soft smile of encouragement. But before he’s able to say those three words, “Oh my! Y/N-san! Giyuu-san!”, rang out from across the garden. Giyuu sighs internally, the opportunity slipping through his fingers. If the Love Hashira had come alone, he would have thrown caution to the wind. But close to her side was Obanai and he was not about to let the Snake Hashira be present to his confession. “Fancy bumping into you two”, you respond with a light laugh as the two approach, though deep down your own disappointment had grown. You’d wanted to be alone with Giyuu. “Were you two out taking a stroll to see the Cherry Blossoms?” Mitsuri asked. You nod your head. “How cute! Do you mind if we join you?”, she asks with excitement. You look at Giyuu, but not wanting to be rude, he shook his head with approval. “Of course”, you tell Mitsuri. With a happy shriek, she grabs your arm and pulls you along the path, leaning Giyuu and Obanai to trail behind silently. Some other time, Giyuu thinks as he watches you have an animated conversation with Mitsuri, knowing he needed to do it sooner than later.

The Fifth Time:

Red, that’s all Giyuu can see at the moment. The color coats your chest, the floor, the tissue and gauze that is currently being packed on top of you. Giyuu’s body runs cold, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to process this. He hadn't even been able to tell you that he loved you. He hadn’t-, “Wait”, Giyuu nearly screams. He’s ignored by the various people around you, working hard to keep you alive. Giyuu approaches the scene, tears gathering in his eyes. “I didn’t even get to tell them I love them”, he shouts, moving to grasp for your hand. He’s quickly pulled back. “No please! I didn’t get to say I love you”, he shouts again. He’s tries to push away from the iron tight grip. “Please!”, Giyuu screams an agony. He’d lost his sister, he’s best friend, and now he was about to lose you. “Tomioka, let Shinobu do her work”, Tengen says loudly, continuing to pull him away from you. “Don’t give up hope”, he continues. As Tengen pulls him from the room, Giyuu slumps to his knees, the grief consuming him. “I didn’t get to say I love you”, he cries as the door gets pulled shut.

When it finally happens:

Giyuu sits next to your bed in a constant vigil. Tired eyes never leaving your figure. It was by some miracle that Shinobu had managed to save you. But she did and you were very much part of the living world. When you did finally stir, eyes barely open, does Giyuu grab you hand tightly. “Can you hear me?”, he asks in a rushed tone. You slowly nod your head, eyes locking onto his deep blue ones. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner. But fuck, I love you”, Giyuu says, words slipping out so quickly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you did. “I love you too”, you mumble, words barely audible. You weakly pull Giyuu towards you, arm wrapped around his neck as he buries his face into your own. “I love you”, you say again. The two of you stay like that for a long time, both comforting each other in this time of need.

[deathmybride]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ these violent delights | davos blackwood (part 9) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ❤️‍🔥| Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 ❤️‍🔥

ship: davos blackwood x fem!oc

warnings: 18+ explicit smut

summary: they fuck

word count: 5333

a/n: this chapter is long asf and I was almost going to publish it as a two parter and leave you all with blue balls once again but I decided to just wait it out until I finished it! So sorry about the extra long wait. Next chapter is the END (I hope) not counting the epilogue okay bye

When Cersha returned to her chamber, she was not surprised to see Davos perched on the bay windowsill, his fingers laced around his bent knee while his injured leg stretched out beside him. She had expected him to be blistering mad at her abrupt dismissal earlier that afternoon, but he was a vision of weary resignation as his forehead rested on the glass. The watery light filtered through the fresh linen shirt he had dressed in, showing the curve of his torso and the sinewy length of his arms. He lifted his head and smiled as the door creaked shut, she saw that he was rid of the patchy beard that had grown in the twelve days since the battle. Had it really been such a short time?

“My, I’ve never seen you so clean.” She teased.

“All in service of you, my lady.” He got shakily to his feet and bowed mockingly.

“Davos, please.” She sighed, the elation of her epiphany at the sept already waning.

“What?” He cocked his head to the side and offered a slanted smirk. “I’m your sworn protector, aren’t I? Chastely sworn… we both know how that turned out, now don’t we?”

She reddened at the memory of his lips stamping wet marks across her skin. She said nothing, only rolling her eyes. He sat back heavily on the sill and clucked his tongue.

“Were you sitting on that lie for long?”

“Only since…” She drifted off, feeling a wave of residual panic at the memory of the night before. Davos’ face softened and she shied away from the earnestness of it. “Look, I’m sorry. I am. I just, I wasn’t sure how Oscar would take it if he knew who you were or that a Blackwood had killed a Night’s Watchman on his land, I thought he might…”

“Execute me on the spot?”

“No! No, he’d never kill unless he had to. I was afraid he may send you back to your family to be punished for desertion, or that he might have just thrown you in the dungeon or something for starting this whole mess.”

“’Starting this whole mess,’ is that what you think? Is that why you still don’t trust me after all we’ve been through?”

“No! You were defending your family’s honour, I cannot fault you that, but the battle began with the swing of your sword. That is the truth. I feared Oscar’s retribution, but his ire is for the lord regent who instructed the default on the assize.”

“Always trying to protect me, aren’t you? What ire could that boy have? He looks as if-”

“As much ire as I’ll have if you speak ill of him.” He just scoffed and shook his head. “Asides, it matters not. Oscar recognised you.”

“I could have told you that,” He said. “If you’d only told me of your plans.”

“I see that now.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I surmised you would not take kindly to concealing your identity from the regent high lord. I did not want to fight you.”

“Why?” His expression darkened as he pushed to his feet and limped a step closer to her. “Are you afraid of me?” A step closer. “Think I might kill you?”

Another step closed the gap between them, his hand coming to rest feather-light on her neck. Her eyelids drooped as the tickles of his callouses fizzed through her brain.

“We’ve come this far crow boy.” She looked up through her lashes, seeing him obscured behind soft focus and beige streaks. “If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it by now.” She pressed forward until there was a slight pressure on her throat. “I’ve seen the fire in you, but I’m not scared. It burns for me, does it not?”

“Aye.” He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as his pupils blew out into glossy black discs in the confines of his dark eyes. “All for you, my lady.”

That was enough to make her melt into his touch, savouring the warm, full feeling that radiated from his rough hand as it formed the perfect collar around her swan-curved neck. That feeling, not of possession but of belonging, as people sometimes belong to each other. Her hands found his neck in some attempt to mirror the experience back to him, thumbs stroking the smooth skin from his ears to his collarbones as his eyes drifted closed. His breaths grew ragged as he leaned in to rest his forehead on hers.

“I think…” His nose brushed hers, lips so close that every breath was a heady exchange of essence, hearts racing in syncopated time. “...I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

“Is that so surprising?” Her fingers stroking his jaw pulsed a rhythm in his veins.

“I don’t kiss.” He growled weakly, stomach fluttering like a virgin maid.

“Why?” Her breath on his lips was the ghost of a kiss.

“Brings all sorts of… feelings.” Her hands were in his hair now, scratching gently at his scalp and savouring the rabbity softness of his freshly washed locks until blissful tremors weakened his knees.

“Is that such a bad thing?” He let go of a whimper as she rubbed her nose against his.

“If I kiss you, I’ll never stand to be parted from you. I’ll have to marry you.”

She pulled back, all the silvery feeling rushing through the channel of their meeting eyes.

“Kiss me.”

In that soft afternoon light, safe at last behind the stony battlements with the dull roar of the rushing moat shielding them from silence, in a room lovingly furnished with the colours of their liege, with the perfumed steam from the bath behind the fish mural divider wreathing around them, they shook off their houses like two bucks losing their antlers in spring. It was as if there had been a levee between them, weeping water from long spiderweb cracks, and now the stones came bursting out and there it was. The torrent of feeling, the lips parting, the passion, the crush, the smelting together of two beings in this primeval ritual.

At last they broke apart, her gasping for air and him kissing down her neck, whining against her perfect skin.

“Davos.” She panted. He nipped her. She took a handful of black hair and tugged it firmly. “Davos!”

“Mm…” He tilted his head back and she saw his eyes clouded by lust.

“Behave.” She pecked his swollen lips. “I must bathe first. I stink.”

A mischievous grin spread across his face and he buried his nose in her neck, inhaling deeply.

“You smell-” Sniff. “-fantastic.”

As she lifted her arm to push him away he stuck his face right into the pit and drew in a long breath.

“Like a woman.” He sighed dreamily and began peppering kisses across her chest.

“Get away!” She laughed, lifting her arms and throwing back her head to give him more access to the skin exposed by her dress. “You foul beast.”

He just chuckled and kissed all over her collarbones, bending double as she backed away until they bumped into the tub. He whined when he realised where they had ended up.

“Sweetling.” He pouted, trying to coax her back toward the bed.

“Davos, anyone would think you’re starving.” She rolled her eyes with an exasperated smile. “Come on. Won’t you wash my hair for me?”

“You know slavery is outlawed in the Seven Kingdoms?”

“Just get in the bath.” She pursed her lips derisively, letting her hands wander up under his shirt to explore the dips and curves of his back. “Just… soak with me for a while. Please?”

He scoffed and she could see him fighting against a blissful smile as her nails raked up his spine.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.” She murmured. “Was that so hard?”

He smiled in that exasperated way, peeled off his shirt and dropped his breeches and underclothes in a swift, practical motion. For an instant she was stunned by the beauty of him; the subtle dips and rises of muscle on his thin limbs and torso, the grazes, bruises and old faded scars that each served as a reminder of passionate fury roused when something he loved was at risk, and the supple pink skin of his dick that hung half-hard by his thigh.

“What?” He grinned. “Like what you see?”

“Your wound.” She pointed to the bandage on his thigh, trying to save face.

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you want me in the bath or not?”

She bit her lip.

“You can dress it again later.” He had pulled it off and clambered awkwardly into the milky water before she had the chance to protest, gripping both sides of the tub as he gingerly lowered himself down. “Gods, that’s lovely.”

“You’re always putting yourself in harm’s way for me.”

“You love it.” She did love it. “Though I hardly think a bath can be considered ‘harm’s way.’ Besides, this is far nicer than the bath they drew for me. Just hot water, a rag and a bar of soap. No…” He picked out a floating rose petal and inspected it before letting it float away like a grumpkin’s sailboat. “...luxury.”

She noticed then that she had indeed been showered in what little frills Riverrun could afford with an encroaching war. Roses from the gardens floating on water white from goat’s milk; she suspected from the lactonic, pastoral scent that it was not the cow’s milk favoured by most highborn ladies for bathing. The water was silky through her fingers, from salt and honey she assumed, and lavender oil turned the steam heavy and narcotic.

“The boy favours you still.” Davos remarked as he reached for a brown-skinned pear from the tray on the side table, cut in half and loaded high with soft cheese and a crust of walnuts, and popped the whole thing in his mouth, wiping the juice with the back of his hand.

“Enough about Oscar.” She flicked a scoop of water at him, making him sputter. “And don’t eat all those, I’m starving. Did they not feed you earlier?”

“They did, but I’m never satisfied, my lady.” He smiled sweetly. “Minnows and cress on toast, though the ones you catch are far sweeter.”

“Thank you.” She preened, though his flattery was obvious, and took a pear for herself, a little moan escaping her at the flavour. “I must confess, I have missed real food. I hope they give us lamb tonight, or veal. Something that’s fed on grass and hasn’t had to fight for every morsel-”

“Are you getting in or not?”

She huffed at his blunt tone and expectant face, and finished her pear in two irritated bites. The amusement on his face was almost enough to make her storm off, but stronger than the annoyance that was only heightened by the bubbling fear of removing her clothes in front of him was her desire to be close to him. She turned her back to him and unlaced her dusty riding gown, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. In just her smallclothes, she hesitated. His eyes burned her from behind as the air burned her from inside. She heard the water slosh and Davos’s hand found hers, dripping water on her gown.

“Hey.” He said softly, squeezing her hand gently until she turned and met his eyes. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not gonna laugh at you. Whatever you’re afraid of-” He tapped his temple. “It’s in here. I think you’re beautiful.”

She closed her eyes, letting the words settle inside her, then lifted his hand to the lacing on her top. In a few deft movements he had pulled it loose, letting her free herself from it along with the bottoms. Instinct told her to cover herself, but she balled her fists and held them at her sides, letting his gaze roam across her form. She had always thought of herself as ungainly, all sharp angles and no curves, but under his eyes she felt her jutting hip and shoulder bones held the beauty of an ancient gnarled willow, and her long sinewy arms still covered in dirt were like the wings of a falcon rising from a bath of dust. She was a dryad and she glowed.

“You are…” He kissed her hand. “…so…” Again. “...fucking…” Once more. “...gorgeous. Gods, I don’t know what you’ve done to me, woman. You’re all I ever think about.”

The haze of steam caught the candlelight and danced in wisps around him. His hair turned black as pitch in the damp, the blood rose to his cheeks, and beneath that deep grey, his eyes were so green. Green like moss and agate and beetle wings. He was made of frown lines and scars, taut muscle, crooked teeth and passion like fire.

“Davos.” Her hand found his face. “I meant to say before, but… I suppose I was frightened. But, you’re- you’re… a vision. I am so glad to have met you.”

She kissed him, and for a moment it was all lips and fig sweetness until he smiled against her.

“Get in the bath.”

“Fine.”

She tried to glower as she clambered in beside him, but the warm embrace of the water was far too enticing. The surface sloshed as he spread his knees, making room for her to sit between his legs, and the level rose so high it nearly ran over the edge when they were both settled.

“Was that so hard?” He mumbled as he kissed her shoulder.

“Shut up.”

They sat that way for a while, cloistered in hot silky water. She ate her pears and washed the dirt from her skin, and he hummed a ballad so sweet that she could have cried. When she was done he freed her filthy hair from the braid, lathered it with soap and washed it with deft fingers massaging her scalp. She could not help the little groans of satisfaction that escaped her at the gentle tickling touch. She could feel him pressing into her back as he fisted her wet hair tightly and let his lips rest flush against the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending tingles to her toes.

“I’m warning you, my lady, if you keep making those filthy noises I might take right here in the bath.”

“Maybe you ought to.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Would you like that?” His lips parted to kiss her ear and she felt her eyes slip out of focus at the sensitivity there.

“Please.”

His free hand found her nipple, already a hard, pink marble beneath the hot water, and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips lifted and her hand fell between her spreading legs in an involuntary response.

“Please, please,” Came his rough whisper. “Please what, my lady?”

“Please…” She gasped. “Please touch me.”

“Where? Where can I touch to please you, my sweet-” Kiss. “-virtuous-” Kiss. “-Bracken-”

A slosh of water hit the ground as she whipped around and took hold of his cock, feeling it hard, yet supple under her grasp like a lance wrapped in silk. He whimpered as she pulled her hand in slow, deliberate motions around the head.

“If you don’t stop teasing me I’ll rip it off, I swear.”

“There she is.” He relinquished his grip on her hair as he rocked his hips, letting his length slide through her hand as he gripped her thighs. “There’s the fire.”

He pulled her legs apart without another thought and ran his fingers along her slit. She was slick where the water had not washed it away, and he could feel the folds of her were swollen blooms beneath the wiry swathe of hair. She jolted when he found that little button at the top, a high keening coming from her throat at that sweet agony.

“It’s okay now, my love.” He assured her.

“It’s…” She whined. “It’s so…”

“It’s so good, sweetling, I know. I know.”

He spread her open with one hand, pulling back the hood of skin that covered that nub and rubbed his fingers in steady circles, drawing moans from her like music from a harp. Her hips pushed up against him and she lost hold of his cock, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was that beautiful rhythm of her reaching for him, reaching for that incomprehensible height. His fingers slowed, he needed her lucid for a moment.

“Cersha.” He spoke against her ear. “Are you listening darling?”

“Mm.” She nodded, desperately pushing up against the minute rotations of his digits.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

She nodded again.

“On the inside?”

“No.” She shook her head, her voice strained. “Never inside.”

A puff of breath escaped him.

“Do you…” She panted. “Like that about me?”

“Does it make me… perverse if I do?” He growled. “If I want to claim you before anyone, before even you?”

“I want it to be you.” She admitted freely.

“Then it will be me.” He kissed her cheek reassuringly, his fingers circling her bud a faster now.

He worked on her for a while, bringing her back to the peak, and as pleasure rolled through her like white-capped waves, a finger plunged inside her. It slid in so easily that she scarcely registered the change until she grew aware of a strange tightening, and a thickness that she clenched against. She gasped, earning a chuckle from her lover.

“Is that good?”

She nodded, her hand flying to her mouth as he began to slowly, incrementally pump it in and out. Just as she was growing used to the rhythm, he curled his finger inwards and seemed to hit some strange point that sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She shrieked and covered her face.

“That’s good, isn’t it, sweetling?”

He nuzzled the side of her face as his fingers rapidly fluttered against her sweet spot, his palm bumping her bud, radiating syrupy, heady sensation. She gave a little yelp and buried her face in his neck, making him grin.

“More…” She managed to say. “...please.”

“As you wish.”

She felt empty for a moment as he drew back his finger, but soon enough she was gasping against the overflowing fullness of two thick, calloused digits drawing over that sponge of mystifying bliss.

“Gods, you’re tight.” He muttered darkly, thrusting them as deeply as he could.

“Davos, I think- I think I’m...”

“Let go, my love.” He whispered, his hand moving at an impossible pace. “Cum for me.”

It was those rough-spun words that were her undoing. She seized and gripped the bathtub, rolling over the wave of boiling pleasure. It was a brief thing, a blink of bliss wherein her thoughts were entirely drowned out, clenching rhythmically around his digits until she relaxed, flopping back against his silken torso. His arms found their way around her stomach and he squeezed her tight against him.

“You did so well, sweetling.” He rocked her gently for a while, until she felt strong enough to speak.

“That thing you did for me at the inn,” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “That thing you did with your mouth...”

“I ate out your cunny, sweetling, that’s what I did.” His eyes stirred with lust and mischief. “You want more?”

“No- yes, but no. I want to do it for you. I want to- to…”

“You want to suck my cock?” He put a hand to her cheek, his expression a mix of want and concern. “You don’t have to, Cersha. It’s gruelling work, I should know.”

“What do you mean?”

His cheeks tinted and a strange flash of agony passed over his face before he shook it away.

“Well, I’m no stranger to buggery, but I always preferred the fairer sex. Let’s leave it at that.” She felt a rush of curiosity at his words, and he must have noticed as he sighed moodily. “One day, I’ll tell you about the boy. I promise.” She swallowed her questions and nodded. “Shall we move to the bed?”

She got up eagerly, splattering more water onto the floor as she went, but was slightly alarmed to find her legs were already trembling. She offered Davos her hands, and he eyed them speculatively for a moment. She thought he might try to drag himself up on his own, but he took her help and soon they stood, holding one another as the water rolled off them in rivers. He giggled impishly, kissing her all over and before either of them knew it they were flopping down on the bed, still sopping wet like two otters in heat.

“We’re getting the sheets wet.” She protested weakly.

“We’ll sleep in my chambers.” He muttered, shuffling around until his injured leg had room to stretch out. “The bed is just as soft, if not so lovingly furnished.”

“Are you comfortable?” She fussed, hating the sight of his wound without a bandage. The messy sutures she had administered had been replaced by neat little stitches since they had arrived at Riverrun; the work of a Maester, Cersha supposed.

He put his hand to her cheek, a half-mocking look of amusement on his face.

“I am not made of glass. Now, are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded eagerly, and he guided her face gently downward. “Alright, I’ll show you how.”

She settled herself by his waist and watched, almost in awe, as he spit in his hand and gently tugged his length. The fold of skin pulled back and slipped easily up and down the moist, pink tip. He groaned lightly as he worked on himself, and in a few smooth strokes he had grown stiff and engorged. Cersha felt her mouth water, and was surprised to find that she felt no shame. She knew he would be big- in the pitch dark of that night in the inn, she had felt his impossible length slide through her hand- but nothing could have prepared her to actually see a man’s naked form, and it excited her more than she cared to admit.

“Put your mouth around the tip.” He instructed, using his free hand to gather her hair and hold it at the base of her neck. “Use your lips to block your teeth, that’s it, darling.”

She had to stretch her mouth wide to take him in, but it was worth it for the salty sweetness that spread across her tongue.

“Good girl.” He growled. “Good girl. Now feel around with your tongue. Do you feel that?That ridge, just there, right- right there.”

On the tip of her tongue rested a firm seam of skin, just at the base of the head. She flickered her tongue across it in a rapid flurry, and he whimpered. His hips lifting and an inch more of his length entered her mouth triggering a gulp of surprise.

“Oh, yes. Yes, sweetling that’s it, that’s it, just focus on the head.” With his hand in her hair he tenderly guided her head up and down, up and down, never forcing himself any deeper than she could comfortably take. “Bob your head like that, just take it in and out. You don’t-” He interrupted himself with a weak grimace. “-you don’t have to take it deep. It’s lovely if you do, but… but just do what you can, darling. Keep working with your tongue, you’re doing beautifully my love.”

He relinquished his grip on her hair, trusting her to keep up the rhythm, and wrapped his hand around his shaft, jerking himself into her mouth, while his other hand found his plump stones, rolling them in his palm. Cersha gripped his thighs, growing light-headed as she moaned and slurped around the size of him. It seemed he had given up on words, and instead fell into a frenzy of… moans? No, growls. He was like an animal, half-way between deep rumbles and high keening whines, his hips rolling and thrusting upward, seeming to forget his earlier gentleness. She took him deeper, gagging as he hit the back of her throat. Before she knew it, his hands were on her forehead and he was pushing her off of him.

“Did- did I bite you?” She gasped.

“No! Darling, no, I made you gag.” He struggled to sit up and held her face in his hands, stroking her hair, his face a mask of concern. “I cannot believe I did that, I’m so sorry, Cersha.”

“You didn’t mean to!” She eagerly reached for him again, but he caught her hand and kissed them all over.

“Still.” He implored. “I’m sorry. Besides, we had to stop. I would have finished in your mouth, I’m sure you wouldn’t like that.”

She considered for a moment.

“I… I suppose not.”

His face softened sympathetically.

“I want you to… to, um, to cum, though. It’s only fair.”

He chuckled at her choice of words and kissed her forehead.

“I can use my hand, if only you kiss me while I do it.” He gauged her disappointment with an impish smirk. “Or… I could fuck you, I suppose. If you want me to, that is.”

“Oh, please!”

He tossed his head back and laughed, pulling her into his embrace.

“Oh, my girl…” He pushed her wet hair away from her eyes. “I would work for hours like a draft horse if it would please you.”

He struggled to heave himself up, but she pushed him back by the shoulders. He made a little oof sound and his puggish nose crinkled in annoyance.

“I’m not an invalid.”

“I’d rather it this way.”

A grin dimpled his cheeks and his eyes glittered.

“Oh, really?” She just smiled knowingly and set about piling up pillows behind him to prop him up. He sighed dreamily. “I feel like a princess.”

“Prince of Crows,” She murmured, straddling him. “On a weirwood throne… with…” Her fingertips found his forehead. “…a red eye.”

He noticed her eyes had crossed out of focus, half closed. He took her by the arms and gave her a gentle shake that seemed to rouse her.

“You’re a witch, Bracken.” He laughed, though his heart thundered in his chest.

“I get it from my mother.” She shook her head, giggling nervously. “Anyway…”

Her hand reached between her legs to find his cock, stroking it gently. He laughed airily, happy to forget her strange words. The calloused pads of his fingers found their way to slide along her slit, and he scoffed.

“Gods, you get wet from nothing.” He seemed almost annoyed as he sunk two digits into her with no resistance. “Soaking wet…”

He withdrew and held up his fingers to show the glistening slickness that coated them, then slid them into his mouth. She gasped as he wantonly swirled his tongue around them, and pulled them out with a pop.

“The sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” He told her. “The only one I ever wish to taste again. I suppose mine could not have been such a joy to sample.”

“It was beautiful.” She kissed him, catching the ghost of herself on his lips. “You are beautiful.”

“Ah, I’m a busted old thing.” He flushed, lining himself up with her entrance. “But, thank you all the same, my lady.”

She felt the very tip of him sliding into her, and she hesitated.

“Davos, I… I do not wish to have a child.”

He palmed her cheek, as he loved to do.

“Then no child you shall have. I will spill myself upon your stomach every night until we are married, and every night thereafter until you feel the time is right.”

“And if I do not wish to marry?”

“Then unmarried we shall be.”

“And if I never want a child?” She thought of her mother then, the screams, the smell of blood like iron…

A pained expression crossed his face, but it was gone as soon as it was there.

“Then no child you shall have.”

“Do you promise?”

“On mine honour.” She searched his eyes for a sign of dishonesty, but found none, so she nodded.

She sunk down onto him, feeling her inner muscles clench and tent out as they adjusted to the thickness prising them apart. It hurt, it could not be avoided, his girth was simply too great. At the alert of her pained whimpers, he gripped her hips, holding her up until he was sure she had taken enough time to grow used to the feeling. He held her steady as she incrementally shimmied down, down, down until he bottomed out with an inch or two to spare. She cried out as she felt him pressing his bruising tip into her roof, but by then it had become a good pain, a cleansing pain.

“My girl.” He murmured. “My sweet girl.”

She lifted up from her knees, focusing on that exquisite feeling of his veins and ridges sliding against her walls, then lowered back down. Up and down, up and down, she repeated the action until she noticed he was holding his breath.

“Is that alright?”

“Yes,” He managed to utter, panting. “Gods, you’re just so tight. I can’t… I can’t see myself lasting long at this rate.”

She giggled as he whined, his hands finding her buttocks and bouncing her up and down on his rigid length, deeper and harder until she collapsed against him, grasping him like a tree in a windstorm. She grunted as he adjusted her on his lap and hit that sweet place inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” She hissed.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” His hot breath passed across her ear. “That’s the spot.”

“Oh, gods, Davos…”

He pumped upwards as he bounced her, and she felt his tip rubbing across her sweet spot before it punched against her roof, every single time. It was brutal, yet tender, and she could feel his restraint. She knew then that this man could fuck like an animal if she set him loose.

“You’re my girl.” He insisted. “Say you’re my fucking girl.”

“I’m y-your…” She spluttered. “I’m…”

Suddenly it stopped. He held her up, nothing but the tip left in her. She wriggled in his grasp, desperate for that overwhelming in-out-in-out-in-out.

“Say it, sweetling.” He cooed.

“I-I’m your girl.”

“Fuckin’ aye, you are.”

He plunged her back down, filling her in one thrust. Wave after wave of pleasure built up inside her, pump after pump, after pump until she had to bite into his shoulder to contain the half shrieking moans that had taken over her speech. It was this that broke his restraint, and as his thrusts grew sloppy, he slammed into her, fingers digging into her bony frame so harshly that they would have drawn blood were his nails longer.

“I’m c-”

The climax struck her dumb and she let out a guttural snarl as it seized all sense and reason from her. She clenched on his cock, still incessantly moving inside her, again, again, again, her eyes rolling, white fishes shimmering across her vision, until finally-

“Fuck!”

He pulled out, furiously rubbing his cock as he reached his own peak, his body stiffening and writhing as he spilled his hot seed onto her stomach. When he was done, he paused for a moment, eyes glazed and staring at nothing, until he noticed her and a flash of feeling passed across them. He did not hesitate to pull her to him, the strength of his arms evident as he crushed her against his torso, caring nothing for the stickiness there. It was then that she realised she was weeping. For what, she did not know. Perhaps, just the beauty of it all.

“Shh, shh.” His voice was flute soft again. “My beautiful girl.”

When she had regained some composure, she cleared her throat, forehead resting against his.

“I fear we need another bath.”

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[or0ch1maru]

How about a y/n who likes collecting things? Pretty rocks, feathers, or buttons? (or even stuffed animals?) Would the Akatsuki find this cute? Or maybe a waste of time?

This my loves is what I like to call crow brain. See something pretty, you pocket it 🥺

I swear you must live in my walls or something because this^ this right here is me. My dresser is covered in rocks, acorns, and other cute things I’ve collected over the years hehe. (im also a huge stuffy collector🥺)

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•the first time they notice you pick up and pocket a cool looking rock, you received a few curious glances

• “it was pretty” you reply with a shrug before getting back to the business at hand

•another time, they caught you picking up something off the ground, when asked what it was, you showed the red, heart shaped button off proudly, a smile that reached your eyes plastered across your face

•then, there was the time you and the rest of the Akatsuki ventured into the Hidden Rain to meet with your leader and his right hand woman

•a few wanted to stop by a small convenience store for a drink after the tedious travel so while you waited for them to finish, you did a little shopping of your own, but not for food, or a drink

•as you stood outside the small and now crowded shop, your eyes fell on an antique store across the way

•while your team was distracted, you bolted across the wet road, arm held over your head to shield you from the never ending rain, eyes falling on a rather worn, and raggedy looking teddy bear. One that was well loved by its past owner, that is now in need of a new one

•you opted out of needing a bag for your new friend and walked out with the bear tucked under your arm, using your cloak to shield him from the weather

•by now, your comrades have gotten used to this, and don’t really bat an eye when they see you pick up or buy something completely random

•so when you met back up with the team, nobody even as much raised an eyebrow at the item you’re holding against your side

•one evening, you were perched on your bed, painting your nails your designated dark purple color when a knock came through

• “come in” you replied cheerfully as you brushed a streak across your big toe, tip of your tongue poking out in concentration

• “here” you lift your head when you hear Deidara’s voice. Your eyes drift to his outstretched palm, a shiny blue colored stone sitting near the mouth that’s in the middle of his palm

•you nearly flew into his arms in excitement, a wide smile as you take in his gesture of kindness

• “I love it, thanks dei” you replied happily, taking the stone from him and walking towards the shelves that sit against the wall to the left of you

•he lets out a satisfied ‘hmph’ as he watches you place the rock towards the front of a shelf, sitting beside all the other things you’ve collected or have been gifted to by fellow members

•like the soft, yet elegant pale green and white feather Konan brought to you a month ago

•or a handful of Pilea peperomiodes that sit in a pot that Tobi hand picked for you somewhere outside only yesterday

•or the single 5 leaf clover that Kisame and Itachi stumbled across on a mission last week

•little do you know, anytime your comrades leave for a mission, one of the first things they do when they leave, is look for something you might like, your habit rubbing off on them

•even if it’s as little as a cool looking rock or

•a cute stuffed animal in a store they happened to visit while away

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

Seven Sentences Monday

I was tagged three times by @indestinatus @samwhity @mrsmungus so I guess it's 21 sentences(!!)

From a sunny, summery tiva fic:

If he expected her to be a bee to the fire now, he would be disappointed.  “What exactly are you doing, Tony?” “I’ve got it,” he crowed, near enough to her ear for his breath to feather her neck. Ziva rolled onto her side and braced her weight on an elbow, the distance between their chests shortened by her action, but neither of them adjusted or retreated. It wouldn’t have been their way.  Jutting her chin, she poured her words over his stubbled jaw: “You do not have it.” Forget the bee and the fire. They could both play this game, and she would win.

From an episode tag:

Tony reached for the cold beer she’d brought him, chugging down three mouthfuls at once. Could he blame his body’s (over)reaction on the pulsing atmosphere and the alcohol hitting his blood stream like a virus? Or maybe how she hesitated before purring the word lure was the culprit. “You must really want my attention,” he finally threw out because talking was safer at that moment than anything tangled inside his brain. Her dark eyebrows rose, but her eyes dropped to her mojito. She used the stem of the paper umbrella to stir the ice and mint leaves. “You have been in your thoughts tonight and–” "It's in your head." "-be having fun."

From (oddly enough) a football-inspired wip:

“Yes, though you still owe me a meal.” “Help yourself.” Her nose scrunched at the salty options sitting out in plastic bowls. “Real food, not this junk.” “Take-out menus are in–” “The drawer beside the fridge,” she finished for him, turning on her booted heel. Those super tight jeans were quite a sight from behind, too. “I remember.”  “I’ll get you my credit card.” He flashed a megawatt smile, feeling the knot in his chest loosen as she sauntered through his apartment like she belonged there. Maybe hope for them wasn't lost, after all.

[cultkinkcoven]

*me, leaving work and hearing a crow cawing after suddenly thinking about Faviel*

me: oh! It’s him!!! 💕

also me: not everything is a sign you know, there are always crows on this side of town

me: but it could be a sign

also me: yeah but it’s probably not

me: well, okay Faviel if that was you give me a sign

also me: well it’s not going to work now that you’re thinking about it

me: shut up! Faviel if that was you, I will find a black feather on my way home

also me: it doesn’t count if you’re actively looking for them

me: I won’t look for them. I’m just going to go home and if I see one it was him and if I don’t it wasn’t. I’ve already decided. Faviel, if this is you, I will find a black feathe-

*BEFORE I CAN EVEN FINISH THE THOUGHT*

????????? I FOUND LIKE 12 OF THEM????!???IMMEDIATELY!!?? GUYS

me: okay damn yeah, that’s definitely him

also me: but it coooouuullddd just be a coincidence

*A FUCKING CHORUS OF CROWS START CAWING AND RAVING IN THE TREES*

me: damn ok I hear you

also me: yeah that’s definitely him. For sure.

(At this point I REALLY shouldn’t be surprised anymore but damn man damn)

[deityoftherain]

canary wings and pronouns - Flower Husbands and Cherryblings Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M, Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,191

Summary: Scott and Jimmy are taking a break from server hopping, using their time to be affectionate and caring husbands to one another. Just as Scott finishes preening Jimmy's canary wings, the door bell rings...

This was written for @holymolyguacomole through the @mcytblr-fluff-exchange !

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“Do you think the stars are jealous of how pretty you are?” Jimmy asked, momentarily catching Scott off guard.

Scott tilted their head at the comment, the jewelry decorating their pointed ears making music like wind chimes with the movement. A warm fluttering grew in his chest as he gave Jimmy his most charming smile, eyes twinkling as he booped the end of Jimmy’s nose. “Darling, I am The Stars.”

“Well, yeah, but, I, well,” Jimmy’s face went beet red as he stammered, shaking out his yellow canary wings. To his credit, he did manage to recover after a moment or two. “You’re the most beautiful star I’ve ever seen.”

He couldn’t help but softened at Jimmy’s sincerity, finding him utterly endearing. Jimmy was a weak spot that Scott didn’t mind having, for the risks were worth it. Pulling their husband close, Scott rewarded the compliment with several tender kisses. They brushed their hand against Jimmy’s sensitive feathers, causing him to shiver at the sensation. 

“Scott!” Jimmy gasped suddenly, breaking the kiss. He buried his face into Scott’s shoulder, curling his wings close to his back. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Scott frowned, pulling his hand away from Jimmy’s wings. “Was it too much? I can stop.”

“No, I liked it, orchid,” Jimmy reassured him quickly, still keeping his head down. “I like it, I do. At least, I usually like it– you know I do– I just… well, it’s sore, like a pinching sore.” Scott gently guided Jimmy’s head up by his chin so that Jimmy was looking him in the eyes. “I know you prefer to preen with your cousins, but you can always ask me if they need extra maintenance or if someplace starts bothering you in between sessions.”

Jimmy hesitated, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I- I won’t protest if you want to take a look.”

“Good, because I want to.” Scott led his husband over to the couch before sitting down and gesturing for Jimmy to sit down in front of him. With his back to Scott, Jimmy spread out his wings, trusting Scott with the delicate feathers. 

“I just did it with Pearl the other day, so it shouldn’t be too bad.” And he was right, it wasn’t bad! Most of the feathers were in place, and none of them looked old and bent. Pearl must have done a good job, which didn’t surprise Scott. Her black crow wings were usually in fairly good shape. “I think I slept on my left wing wrong though. That’s the one that hurts the most.”

Scott took Jimmy’s direction, gaze wandering over to his left wing. They gingerly brushed their fingertips against the rows, not wanting to undo Pearl’s hard work, but still wanting to find what was bothering Jimmy. He only stopped when Jimmy hissed with pain, observing the area to identify the culprit. 

The quill of a broken feather stuck itself into the wing root where it shouldn’t be. It was difficult to spot at first because it was hidden behind Jimmy’s other feathers, but Scott managed to find it. Scott wrapped their hand around the golden yellow feather, ensuring they had a secure grip before sharply pulling it out.

Jimmy yelped loudly, followed quickly by a breath of shuttering relief. He rolled his left shoulder a few times before shaking out his wings so the feathers could settle nicely. “Good void, Scott, thank you. That feels so much better.”

Scott couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug at his success. “You’re welcome, sunflower.”

Before anything else could be said between them, the doorbell to their little cottage on The World Hub rang. Scott and Jimmy exchanged a confused look, both attempting to see if the other knew who that would be. Between participating on game servers and spending time on home servers, they liked to take some time to just be together. Most people didn’t go out of their way to bother them, often busy resting or doing other projects themselves, and, if they did, it was typically over their communicators. Scott couldn’t recall setting up a meet up, either.

The person must have grown impatient, because the doorbell soon started going off several times in rapid succession. Realization hit Scott and he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who was at the door. “How much do you want to bet that it's Gem?”

“Ohhh!” Jimmy’s mouth gaped as he also came to the realization. “Yeah, no, it’s probably her, orchid. No deal. That would be a bad bet on my end.” Gem was one of the only people who interacted with doorbells like that and knew where their cottage was. It’s location wasn’t something they casually handed out to everyone. It was meant to be a place of rest, after all.

Lo and behold, when Scott opened the door, there Gem stood, braided red hair, signature overalls, and all. She was bouncing on her heels as she waited, but, as soon as the door opened wide enough, she practically jumped into Scott’s arms to give him a hug. “Scott! It’s been so long! Oh, hi Jimmy! Pearl says ‘hi’, by the way.”

“Hey Gem.” Jimmy used the couch to help get himself off of the floor before wandering toward the two of them. “Is Pearl not with you?” “No, she’s visiting Grian and Scar,” Gem informed them as she released herself from the hug, kicking the door closed behind her. “We’re dividing and conquering.”

Jimmy draped his arms over Scott’s shoulders, loosely hugging them from behind as Scott and Gem caught up. He must be feeling clingy, but Scott didn’t mind. He was more than okay with the close contact.

“Oh, so you’re not just here to see your big brother?” Scott teased, poking Gem’s side with one hand and placing their other hand on Jimmy’s. “And here I thought you just liked my company.”

“Ha! You wish,” Gem jested in return, but she soon dropped it. “But I did come for a reason. I have both a gift and an invite! The invite is for both of you.”

Jimmy lifted his head from where it settled against the crook of Scott’s neck, his interest perked. “What’s the invite for?”

“Pearl was lamenting about being between home servers and game servers, and we were both getting a little antsy hanging around The Hub,” Gem explained, gesturing with her hands as she talked, “so we thought we would invite our siblings and their partners for dinner and board games. We decided to ask in person as an excuse to leave the house, so that’s why she’s visiting Grian and Scar, and why I came here. Well, that's part of the reason why I came here, anyway. Are you two free Friday?” Jimmy glanced behind them at the calendar they had hanging on the wall nearby, still curling himself around Scott. “Uhh, yeah, we don’t have anything going on. Sounds fun.”

“Perfect, I’ll let her know.” And apparently she meant right then for she pulled out her communicator and got to typing away.

Meanwhile, Scott was curious about what was in her inventory bag. “You said you had a gift?” “Oh! Right, right, how could I forget?” Gem tucked her comm away before digging in her bag to presumably retrieve whatever the gift was. “We went to the market the other day near our house and a traveling brewist had set up shop. We hit it off well, and they offered me a discount on potions. I got some feminization potions for myself since I was running low, but I got some masculinization ones for you too.” The feminization and masculinization potions were designed to make small changes to one’s core code over time so as to not overwhelm the body and cause potential harm. Servers could make these changes quicker, just as they can with hybridity, but those effects were often temporary additions to one’s code, exclusive to that server. For example, Scott and Gem were elves in their core code, and sometimes elves on servers on Empires S1 (a home server), but Scott turned into some sort of mer-fae during Limited Life (a game server) and Gem donned deer features while on Hermitcraft S9 (another home server). As soon as Scott or Gem world hop to another server or back to The Hub, those additions to their code dissipate. 

Players were created with the expectation that they will grow and develop in ways unable to be predicted. That meant that the features a Player was given at the start didn’t always suit the Player as they gained experience and developed their unique personalities. To amend that, Players can, and often do, take potions (if temp code doesn’t become perma code on its own) to help modify their bodies to fit who they are now that they know better. Experimentation in presentation is highly encouraged, especially in the form of roleplay servers. Scott even knew some people who have changed or added hybridity to their permanent code after having the chance to live with it, though it is known to be painful if the server in question isn’t willing to fully give it to the Player that easily.

“The potions seem to be working well for you,” Gem observed, eyeing Scott up and down with her hands on her hips. “I remember your body being more curvy than it is. Now I’m the curvier one!”

“Yeah, isn’t it great? Trousers are fitting better on me now!” Scott grinned wide with pride at how his body appearance has changed. While he has always held himself with confidence, he felt much more comfortable in his body since he started going beyond a simple social transition. Scott barely noticed the dysphoria that used to be so debilitating! “And I’m not relying on layers as much anymore.”

“Me too!” Gem’s face lit up, green eyes sparkling with joy. “I wore a sundress the other day and it felt fantastic! A sundress, Scott! It was so wonderful. Seeing you now is weird, though. You’re starting to look more and more like me pre-transition.”

Scott made a face at that. “More like you’re looking like me pre-transition!”

“Nu-huh,” Gem disagreed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yuh-huh,” Scott responded just as maturely, sticking out his tongue at her.

The back and forth went on for about a minute before Gem flipped Scott off. Before Scott could react, Gem rushed to put the potions on a nearby table. Her back was turned to them, so she couldn’t see if Scott returned it or not– which everyone knows that if one didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.

“Wow, it’s almost like you two are siblings and have some of the same core code,” Jimmy cut into their immature banter, playfully sarcastic. “I never would have guessed you would have similar features to one another. Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind.”

“Smartass,” Scott accused lightheartedly, nipping his fingers with his slightly sharpened teeth when Gem wasn’t looking. If Gem saw, she would never let him hear the end of it. 

Jimmy’s breathing hitched for a moment before he retaliated by biting down on the crevice between Scott’s neck and shoulder. Scott’s body tensed as he tried to suppress the unholy noise building in his throat. Jimmy soothed the bite by peppering kisses against the mark.

“Jimothy,” Scott warned in a hushed voice, embarrassed about almost moaning when his sister was right there. Jimmy took the hint and let go just as Gem spun on her heel to face them once more.

“And that is my cue to leave,” Gem announced with a scrunched nose because void forbid Scott acted romantically with their husband. Scott wasn’t offended by her disgust, though. They knew that she was only doing her little sister duties and that they would do the same to her. Besides, he’s teased her more than his fair share about Pearl, so perhaps he deserved this. “I’ll give you two lovebirds some space, but I expect to see you Friday!”

“We’ll be there,” Scott promised, and Jimmy echoed his agreement. When Gem left, Scott turned to Jimmy with a flirty smirk. “Now, where were we, sunflower?” “Kisses and then cuddles on the couch?” Jimmy guessed, reaching out to rest his hands on Scott’s hips. His fingers slipped underneath Scott’s shirt, brushing against their sensitive torso. “Lots and lots of kisses?”

“Good birdie,” Scott praised him simply to see Jimmy’s face flush, scratching his nails in Jimmy’s blonde hair. A chirp squeaked in Jimmy’s throat as his hold on Scott’s torso tightened. Void, he’s adorable when he’s flustered. 

They leaned in to initiate the kiss and Jimmy eagerly met them in the middle. Their lips slotted together perfectly as their hands wandered the other’s body. They were well acquainted with one another and what they liked after years of marriage.

While Scott enjoyed world hopping and exploring new servers, some of their favorite memories came from times like this, time spent with his husband. These simple moments of bliss with Jimmy were very dear to his heart, and he never planned on letting them go.

[abbysleftbicepp]

The Thief And The Fairy.

An Ellie williams x Maleficent!reader au. Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

an: finally introduced another character!! i’ve been so excited to get this chapter out just so we could meet her. This one is quite a short one, my apologies. Enjoy!

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A few hours had passed since Y/N had lost her wings, and she decided she shouldn’t let Ellie be her defeat. This was not the end of her story, taking her wings was only the start.

Snow had fallen upon the Moors, and clouds covered the forrest. The winds were heavier and the greens almost turned grey.

Y/N slowly started to get up, almost falling back down from the pain. She used the root of the tree behind her to push herself back up. She stared at the floor for a moment, thinking of what she could use to keep herself stable.

Thankfully, an idea came to her. Reaching down, the once winged girl picked up a twig from the ground. She used her powers to turn it into a long staff, with a large green jewel at the top. She then used the staff as a walking stick, as she wondered through the Moors, however she stumbled over once more. After a few moments, she got back up again.

Hatred and anger filled her face as she walked, she should have never fallen for the tricks of humans. She should have never given in to the temptations of the humans. She should have never welcomed Ellie back so easily.

Y/N found herself upon an abandoned, fallen down castle, where a crow squawked above her, then landing on some brick beside her. The girl used her magic and made the crow fly away.

The next day, Y/N came across a corn field that belonged to a farmer not too far from the Moors. She saw the same crow from last night, caught under a rope net. A dog was barking at it. The farmer laughed with joy.

“Hahaha!! I’ve got yer!!” He said before running off to grab a weapon so he could kill the bird. Y/N stood hidden in the tall grass, observing.

“You wicked bird!” The man yelled, getting ready to swing at it. Before he could do any harm, Y/N whispered a spell.

“Into a man..” She spoke softly, the magic dancing through her fingers and towards the crow.

The crow began to grow vastly, and it’s features became less bird-like and more humane. She stood up within the net, looking at her new body as her feathers quickly disappeared and her wings turned into hands. The farmer gasped, backing up. “It’s a demon!!!” He yelled before running away with the dog.

Once the man was gone, Y/N stepped out from her hiding and towards the bird girl. The girl looked at Y/N and frowned.

“What have you done to my beautiful self?” The girl questioned angrily but calmly.

“Would you rather i let them beat you to death?” Y/N retorted, defending herself. She looked at the bird girl, scanning her face. She was quite pretty. Her features were different to hers as a crow, for now she had long dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

“I’m not certain..” The girl responded, looking over her own body.

“Stop complaining. I saved your life.” The fairy spoke firmly.

“forgive me.” the girl looked down apologetically.

“What do i call you?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Abigail, preferably Abby.” She stated confidently. “And in return for saving my life, i am your servant. Whatever you need.” She announced.

“Wings.” The fairy spoke. Abby looked at her confused, so Y/N rephrased herself.

“I need you to be my wings.” She finished.

The two walked together through the field and towards the abandoned castle from the night prior, before Y/N turned abby back into a crow and sent her to the castle to be her wings and eyes.

At the castle, Ellie’s coronation and wedding to Queen Dina was taking place. Abby spied from an open window in the throne room.

The priest placed the crown on her head and started speaking.

“I present to you, the first of her line, Her royal highness, Queen Ellie.” Ellie stood up upon the priests words, and the town people cheered. After gathering all the information that was needed, Abby made her way back to Y/N.

After Abby explained the news to the fairy, anger bubbled in her blood.

“She did this… to me.. so she would be Queen?” Green flames rose from her staff, and as she screamed, the flames threw upward into the sky, creating a beam of light that all the kingdom and the Moors could see. It created a storm over the Moors, and everything became gloomy and dull. Queen Ellie spotted this from her balcony, she knew that something bad was coming for her.

Y/N finally made her way back to the heart of the Moors, where the people gasped at her.

“Her wings..” Thistlewit whispered sympathetically.

The once winged girl walked towards a tree and sat down. the branches created a spine-like throne where she would spend her time in the near future. Abby, in crow form, sat upon her hand. Two of the Spriggan folk stood by her side, as if they were guarding her. They ordered the people of the Moors to bow down at Y/N, and so they did as they were told.

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Ironstrange prompt - daemon AU

Fair warning, I do not know the source material for daemon AUs, so this is partly based on the fics I’ve read that use the trope and partly stuff I made up because it sounded interesting.

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Stephen loves Erlah, he really does, but he hates the way people take one look at her and laugh knowingly. No one has ever been surprised that Stephen has a cat daemon, and a black one at that. He’s never wished she settled differently, not really, but it would be nice if people didn’t think he was that easy to read. That obvious.

The desire to muddy the waters a little might have had something to do with why he’d agreed to go on a date with Stark.

Tony sprawls over Stephen, the sheets pooled around his waist, and rests his chin on hands folded across Stephen’s chest. “So,” he says. “How many people told you this was a terrible idea after you said yes?”

“Five,” Stephen says, idly running his fingers over Tony’s shoulders. “Apparently, cat daemons and crow daemons—”

“—are always incompatible,” Tony finished, smirking. “I’ve got you beat. It was eight people for me.”

Together, they turn and look at the window seat, where it’s impossible to tell feathers from fur in the inky black huddle of their daemons.

“Idiots,” Stephen scoffs. He lets his hand trail down the length of Tony’s back and over the curve of his ass. In the window, Erlah and Ravari stir. Ravari abruptly darts toward the doorway, leading Erlah in a game of chase. Stephen has a moment to register their playful eagerness before Tony shifts his hips into a much more interesting alignment.

“How about we prove them wrong all over again?” Tony suggests.

Stephen answers by leaning up for a kiss. Their smiles only spoil it a little bit.

[desidarling123]

a sneak peek of part 2 to my crow! jordie reincarnation fic that should be up tomorrow (spoilers for that follow):

His friends are not always just crows, either.

Elsje is a magpie, smaller and prettier than he is in every definition of the word. The downy white and glossy blue-black feathers of her coat are a sight to behold.

She can go wherever he goes, but she’s almost always better received than he is. Is rarely ever shooed away.

He should probably take it personally, but finds he can’t.

Not when she, too, has a sibling she’s shadowing on the streets. 

Jordie most often runs into her in the hidden enclaves of the West Stave. What happened to her little sister, she never has to say.

“What’s on your mind, Jordie?” she asks him one evening, when he’s cranky and tired and so very clearly not himself. 

She has infinite patience for him, a gift he does not deserve.

There’s a thought that’s been sitting in the back of his mind for far too long. His brother’s absence only seems to have made it greater.

But saying it out loud is not so easy. He finds the words, or tries to. 

“I don’t recognize him, when I see him,” Jordie says simply. A clunky start, but it’s something.

She tilts her head, curious.

“Because he’s not as you left him?”

“Because he’s not as I remember him,” he corrects her. “Not how I expected him to be.”

He thinks of his brother - the gloves, the limp, the pained scowls. 

What fuels him, every dawn? Greed? Ambition? Cruelty? 

Who has he become, what is he going after, and why?

All questions Jordie still cannot answer definitively. A disappointment of its own.

“And then I feel like I’ve abandoned him all over again, somehow,” he finishes, the admission bitter in his chest.

Elsje takes his shame in a stride. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t recognize her either.

But I still go. And so do you.”

Elsje turns away from him, then. Scanning the orange-pink skies, the setting sun.

“When he comes back, Jordie -- and he will come back -- don’t think. Just be.”

She shifts her gaze back to him, and he hears the emotion when she says it:

“Do you know what’s on the other side of love? It’s memory.”

[lys1]

Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words. 

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

[sailtomarina]

Promise me you won't do it

They were coming up on their anniversary and she knew Draco was up to something. Despite all his training, the many years of occlumency, she read him as easily as her favorite Le Guin novels. The man, for better lack of a phrase, was as dear to her as her own soul. “I’ve got to head down to the nick and finish off some paperwork before our trip, but I should be back in time for dinner.” He dashed around the kitchen, draining his tea before tightening his cravat.

As he walked into the drawing room towards the Floo, his eyes slid towards the sideboard where his array of liquor sat, pointedly ignoring the bookshelf behind him.

Sauntering up, Hermione pressed her hands into the front of his trousers, fingers curling behind the belt and tugging him flush against her. One pale eyebrow raised in intrigue, and she grinned in response. Of course he leaned down for a kiss, as if he could resist her charms, as if he had no idea what his wife planned while he was gone.

“Promise me you won’t do it,” he whispered into her ear, all warm breath and nibbling lips.

“I make no promises I won’t keep.”

He growled at her honesty, and punished her with a light tug to the fistful of hair at the nape of her neck.

“Whatever happened to rewards for the patient?”

“Please, you know patience isn’t one of my traits. Not by a long shot.”

A smirk and another leading kiss later, he vanished into the flames and she was alone. The liquor cabinet was obviously a ruse. She pivoted on her heel and contemplated the layers of books threatening to burst out of their constraints. Little knick knacks squeezed in here and there, mementos to their years together: a feather from the beach where they celebrated her 30th birthday, a preserved forget-me-not after a weekend in the land of the midnight sun for his.

“Novis revelio.” To reveal that which does not belong.

She instantly noticed the hidden box behind the stack of Quidditch playbooks. Crowing in delight, she darted forward and dived in like a niffler, intent on her treasure. The foolish man didn’t even bother with detection charms, much less ones for security. It was as if he wanted her to find it.

The box opened without any resistance. She stared at its contents.

Nice try, dear.

The scrap of parchment with his familiar scrawl was the only thing inside, that along with her humiliation. Before she could curse his name a million different ways, the entire box disintegrated into dust of the most noxious lime green, coating her hands and lap where it had rested. 

Now she cursed. Somehow she knew the evidence was permanent, much like some of her own spells—it would require a counter known only to the caster. She tentatively pressed one hand against the oak flooring, and sighed in relief. She could touch things without worrying about transference.

Fwoooosh.

Caught by surprise at the sound, Hermione tumbled to the side in her haste to turn around. Draco stood one foot in the fireplace, one forward into the room.

“I forgot my—”

Light grey eyes descended upon her form.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

She stood as gracefully as her guilt would allow, smoothing her frock as she cleared her throat.

“I wanted to organize the books and found something that didn’t belong.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I don’t know if it was some prank left by George and Ron, or some kind of expired product you forgot, but it made this mess.”

“Right.”

The tosser had the audacity to grin at her frown.

“What did you forget?”

“Oh!” Startled into remembrance, he bustled past her and returned clutching a file. He pressed another kiss against her temple and was just about to leave again before he left one last parting shot.

“Be careful, yeah? I have a feeling that’s not the only prank of that kind in the house.”

And then he was gone, and she was left with the distinct sensation of several ticking time bombs just waiting for her overly curious designs. If he thought that comment would stop her, he was sorely mistaken. She wasn’t called the “cleverest witch of her age” for no reason; she would reverse these spells onto their maker, and ensure they all went off at the same exact time.

Snort. “Happy anniversary, dear.”

[goblinratman101]

The Hashira's Darling | Chapter One | Various x GN Reader |

Part Two,

Your job in the Demon Slayer Corps was a necessary one but not that known about, your job was to give Demon Slayers and sometimes Kakushi a place to wind down and relax, you were good friends with Ubuyashiki Kagaya and would often visit him and when he told you of how sometimes his children are stressed a lot you offered to help out, and now you have a cottage that you modified to have an extremely relaxing atmosphere surrounded by wisteria trees. You heard the caws of your Kasugai crow named Cherry since that was her favorite treat her feathers were a Quinacridone Magenta color, you patted her head and gave her a cherry and she cawed happily eating the treat as you took the note that was strapped to her leg to read it.

Dear (L/N) (Y/N)

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself. I wish to inform you that my Hashira will be visiting you as I’ve noticed that the nine of them deserve a break I can only send two of them for now but when the two have finished I will send two to replace them.

“The Hashira huh? I haven’t met them before, some Demon Slayers and Kakushi mentioned them giving them a hard time…. But from what I’ve heard from Kagaya they’re very kind” I thought cleaning around my cottage and making sure everything is ready, then I went outside and began my walk to greet the Hashira that will be staying with you. You see your house was built right next to a waterfall so you could have hot springs for your guest so there was a specific way to get to your place, any other way and you’d be lost in the dense forest of wisteria.

You found yourself in a clearing with a female and male in front of you, you assumed the two were the Hashira but they were quite short but still taller than you ‘Hello! Are you two Hashira by chance?’ You asked grabbing both their attention as they immediately reached for their katana getting in a fighting stance ‘My Kagaya was right you two seem very stressed!’ You gasped shocked and the girl slowly lets go of her weapons handle ‘Are you the one who will be caring for us?’ She asked still on guard ‘Yes I am! I’ll be taking care of you two for a few days, so please follow me!’ You happily spoke and the three of you began to walk back to your cottage with the male still being on guard ‘Oh! I almost forgot! My name is (L/N) (Y/N) what are your names?’ You asked looking at the two ‘I’m Kocho Shinobu and this is Iguro Obanai’ Kocho introduced.

After a few minutes, the three of you arrived at your house and the two Hashira stared the atmosphere was so warm and calming, you were about to enter your house until you noticed the two Demon Slayers weren’t behind you ‘Would you two like to come inside!’ You called out to them and the both of them froze up, the way the wind was moving through your hair with a few wisteria petals blowing around you, and to add to it your smile reminded the two of the shining sun.

‘Are you two ok? Both of your faces are very red!’ You worriedly spoke running up to the two ‘Do you two need some water or I can set out a futon for you?’ You reached out your hands and placed them on the forehead of the two to check their temperature after a few seconds the both of them reacted with Iguro turning his head away while muttering under his breath and Kocho grabbed your hand with a smile ‘We’re fine (L/N) just taking in the place’ she spoke and the three of you went inside your home, it was big enough to house three people so you three should be comfortable ‘Let me show you two to your rooms’ you said walking down the hall

‘Here are the rooms, mine is at the end of the hall if you need anything you spoke pointing at your room ‘There are also a pair of yukata in the rooms if you’d like to change. Oh before I forget Iguro would you follow me please’ you spoke and he grumbled but still followed you. Going to your room you opened a shelf and began to look through some draws ‘I noticed that you wear bandages covering your mouth, and that can be uncomfortable which is not what we need so you should wear this instead’ you explained bringing out a white mask you brought out a matching pastel (F/C) mask and put it on ‘You put it on like this and if you want to keep it on without taking it off you can do this’ you said pulling it under your chin smiling at him ‘You don’t have to wear it I just thought it would be more comfortable’ you spoke offering it to him and he hesitantly took it ‘You can put it on now if you want!’ You exclaimed closing your eyes and covering them with your hands.

Obanai didn’t know what to think, at first he thought this whole relax for a week was a waste of time when he could be slaying demons instead when he saw you he couldn’t deny that you were very cute but he was only into Kanroji no one else…. But this gift is something else. Smiling Iguro took off his bandages and put on the mask you had given him then he cleared his throat ‘I’m done’ he said you removed your hands from your face and opened your eyes ‘Wow…. The mask looks good on you’ a small blush was on your face ‘It makes you even more handsome!’ You gushed smiling making Iguro become a flustered mess, looking closer at Iguro’s neck you noticed his scarf wasn’t a scarf but a snake! ‘Oh my! Is that a snake! What’s their name?’ You excitedly asked looking up at Iguro ‘H-His name is Kaburamaru’ Iguro stuttered trying to calm down, then the albino snake moved from Iguro’s neck to yours wrapping around your neck comfortably ‘His very cute’ you spoke petting his head

‘Ara~Ara~ (L/N), Iguro have you forgotten that I’m here too~’ Kocho spoke up surprising you too. ‘Ah! Kocho I didn’t mean to neglect you, you are also a guest do you need something?’ You fretted over the girl not realizing she was just teasing ‘I was just teasing (L/N)’ she explained ‘No I was being a bad host Iguro if you want you can go change as well’ you said smiling up at him and he quickly left to not further embarrass himself ‘So is there anything you want or need Kocho?’ You asked attention to her ‘Well I am a bit hungry and I’m sure Iguro is as well’ Shinobu spoke and you nodded ‘Why don’t you explore around you might find something you like’ you spoke then rushed back to your room looking through letters you exchanged with Kagaya ‘Ah! Here it is!’ You yelled looking at the letter Kagaya had sent you a letter of all the things he knew the Hashira liked and you found the one with food ‘So Kocho likes Ginger Tsukudani and Iguro likes Tororo-Konbu, ok I think I have all the ingredients’ You spoke then went to the kitchen to start cooking

You felt Kaburamaru wiggle around ‘Is something the matter Kaburamaru?’ You asked looking at the snake as he slithered down your arm ‘He might be cold’ you heard Iguro say behind you so you turned to face him ‘Really? I guess I should bring him outside’ You said looking up at Iguro ‘I was just going to start making some lunch Kocho is off exploring but feel free to do whatever you want’ You said moving your arm to Iguro’s neck so Kaburamaru can wrap around him as you continued to prepare lunch as you heard Iguro walk off. The food was done so you lifted the plates and went to look for the two Hashira and you found them in the room all the Demon Slayer and Kakushi like, the room had beanbags around the room and many pillows, as well as a bookshelf filled with books and games you would play with guest as well as a few instruments you would also play for any guest, currently Kocho, was looking at your books and Iguro was staring intensely at your instruments ‘Hello I’ve got lunch here!’ You spoke placing the food on a table ‘Iguro if you want you don’t have to eat in here’ you commented looking at the man and he thanked you before taking his food and leaving ‘What about you (L/N) aren’t you going to eat anything?’ Kocho asked looking at you ‘I’m fine I ate before you two showed up’ you said sitting across from Kocho.

‘(L/N) I wanted to ask you are a foreigner right?’ Kocho asked ‘Yes I’m from Colombia’ you said happily ‘Why do you ask?’ You questioned ‘Just curious. What’s Colombia like?’ Kocho asked 'It's amazing everyone in my hometown is so nice and friendly! And nature looks so colorful and bright! But the music and dancing is my favorite!' You spoke animatedly while Shinobu smiled watching you talk so excitedly about your home, you just hoped that she would buy most of it. The truth is you came from a very toxic family they were all abusive in there own ways and with battles happening near were you lived you had to escape but at least you found Kagaya who helped you so much that you would do about anything to repay the kind man, you waited till Kocho finished her food and it was almost evening 'Kocho if you want I can give you a message before you go in' you offered before you two approached the hot springs 'If you don't mind' Kocho said and she followed you to a room and asked her to undress and lay on the message table as you turned to give her some privacy, you lit a scented candle and poured some essential oils on your hand before starting the message 'You have lovely skin Kocho' you absentmindedly spoke as you worked getting some appreciative groans from the girl 'Is that so?' She asked 'Yes it's very beautiful, are you married?' You asked not once stopping and you felt Kocho tense 'I'm sorry if that is a sensitive topic' you soothingly spoke rubbing her shoulders.

'It's fine you just startled me. No I am not married, why do you ask~?' Kocho questioned in a teasing tone 'I'm sure whoever wins your heart you will make that person very happy' you said smiling and Shinobu felt warm your words sounded so sincere and comforting that she couldn't help but blush, ever since she's gotten here and met you her heart has been all astir and she can't help but just look at you 'Kocho would you like a scalp message?' You asked and with a quick 'Yes' Shinobu was sat up with a yakuta on and her butterfly hairpin placed gently on the table, and with clean hands you gently began to thread your fingers through her hair and Shinobu felt tears well up in her eyes, this all felt so domestic like demons didn't exist this was all just too much, soon enough Kocho was full on sobbing and you held her in a gentle but firm hug and she clung to you afraid she could lose this feeling 'It's ok you can let it all out' you whispered gently to her rubbing her back soothingly, after what felt like hours to Shinobu she was only sniffling when you handed her some water 'Do you want me to continue?' You asked standing near Shinobu in case she needed something 'I think I'll go to bed know' she said and you nodded picking up her butterfly hairpin offering it to her 'My room is always open if you ever need something remember that ok' you said reaching up to gently hold her cheek then gave her the warmest smile you could muster then began to clean up and Shinobu left to her room, she could still feel your gentle hands over her body, you hand been so soft and gentle and even though she was suppose to be relaxing her heart couldn't stop hammering in her chest.

You had just finished your cleaning when you saw Iguro walking out of the hot springs talking to Kaburamaru 'Iguro did you enjoy yourself?' You asked walking up to him, he nodded at you closing his eyes in a way that made you think he was smiling 'I did it was very nice!' He exclaimed making you smile as well 'That's good to hear, did you enjoy your food from earlier?' You asked and was met with the same answer 'I imagine your heading to bed' you said looking up at him 'I am I hope you rest well' he said shocking you a bit, usually the Demon Slayers or Kakushi would just thank you and that was it, but with Kocho asking about yourself and Iguro hoping you have a good sleep felt new but warm as well 'I hope you and Kaburamaru have a good sleep as well' you smiled and Iguro caught the gratefulness in your eyes and with the way you looked so innocent to him, made him feel the need to protect you from this dangerous world as he felt his heart quicken up 'W-Well I'll be off now' Iguro stuttered out walking to his room rather quickly before you could respond, shrugging his behavior off you also went to your room writing in a journal about the day and experiences you had and about Kocho and Iguro, you just hoped when you meet the other Hashira that they will be just as kind as those two. You smiled putting the book away then setting out your futon and laying inside it getting comfortable, you just wish that tomorrow will be just as pleasant as today.