It was said in the songs of the Wood that as long as the Elven Queen Arianiel walked beneath the boughs of Greenwood, the Shadow dared not wake. For her spirit, woven of starlight and the grace of Lรณrien, was the quiet hand that stayed the ancient dark.
But when she passed beyond the circles of the world, the Shadow rose unbound. And Greenwood the Great was lost, its heart broken, its light extinguished.
Thus it was named Mirkwood, and its king bore sorrow deeper than roots.
This panel hurts me. Yes, it's part of Levi having abandonment issues, but it also suggests that Levi thinks he is forgettable, and that makes me so sad. He doesn't think of himself as someone who people will remember or put first despite him always putting others before himself.
ใ๐ฅใ ๏ฝ ARIA AZURE, the REINE FIAMMATA, a QUEEN crowned not with gold but with the flames of battle. She is the flame that razes her enemies and the warmth that guards her comrades, yet even within her lies the sorrow of a broken crown.
A SURGE OF SMOLDERING INFERNO GRACED WITHIN HER LUCENT ORBS, a testament to the arcane chronicle she guards beneath her tongue, ever unuttered. ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ถ๐ญ ๐น๐ฌ๐ป๐น๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป๐ฐ๐ถ๐ตโan oracle of vengeance, she treads the ๐ฝ๐จ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฏ as if it were her sovereign stage, adorned in a veil spun from the finest strands of twilightโs gossamerโdiaphanous, yet impenetrable.
THE FORGOTTEN QUEENโonce a luminary of regal reverence, now but a refrain in the mystics of memory. She remains a symbol of both majesty and melancholy, a sovereign whose tale is woven into the fabric of forgotten lore; a queen not of the present, but of a past that refuses to relinquish its hold on the echoes of her reign.
OH, WITNESS HER, A MERCURIAL FORGER OF CHARNEL FLAMES, cutting through the begrimed regalia of those who dare stand before herโLieutenant Aria of the Scouts, yet more an effulgent sovereign of the shadows. She is a pyre crowned in ruin, her empyrean features adorned with the fractured diadem of warโs tribulations, her sovereignty sealed by the blood-woven coronet of her foes.
ใ๐ฅใ ๏ฝ HER UTTERANCES CARRIED A SERPENTINE BITE, EACH WORD A LIMINAL WHISPER OF PROUD AUTONOMY, A TREMOR OF UNTAMED WILL. There's a keen edge on her voice as one feels the cold cut of a northern galeโa reminder that her soul was wrought from a different ore, one unshackled by the mundane chains of rank and order. She was not of the same flesh as the others, not a mere figure to be marshaled and led, but a being of spectral gravitas, weaving through the twilight of command with a grace that defied the yoke of obedience.
HER EXISTENCE WAS ONE OF ARCANE REFRACTION, AN ECHO OF AGES PAST, CASTING SHADOWS THROUGH THE VERITY OF PRESENT REALMS. She was a creature born from the flames of war, a lieutenant crowned not by the rites of mortal merit but by the bloodied hands of destiny itself. Never did she surrender to the suffocating strictures that ensnared the souls of lesser beings. Hers was a path untrodden by others, a deliberate severance from the cords that bound her brethrenโan entity both feared and revered, a rogue comet in the celestial hierarchy.
SHE WAS A WILD CARD IN THE GAME OF LIFE, A CHARNEL OF OTHERWORDLY FORCE. Reine Fiammata, ever the enigma, had forged her own sanctuary in the heart of darkness, a place where no command could reach her, where the rules of man faltered against the immutable laws of the wild. She was different. She always had been. ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น ๐ฌ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐บ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต๐ช๐ฌ ๐พ๐จ๐บ ๐จ ๐น๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ญ๐น๐ถ๐ด ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐.
A fractured diadem graces her brow, a relic of lost royaltyโyet it is her honey-laced skin that cradles the weight of forgotten wars. Beneath the veneer of gold and grace lies the crux of her battle-worn soul, veiled in a quiet torment that the world is far too blind to witness. Her essence, a mosaic of splintered dignity and muted valor, remains unsung, though it lingers in every tremor of her form, a testament to the silent wars waged beyond the eyes of those who would never fathom her unseen scars.
She carries it all: the broken crown, the honeyed armor, the burden of an invincible, invisible despair.
โQuit moving so much.โ You laughed softly, massaging the shampoo on Sanemiโs scalp.
โYou think you can tell me what to do?โ He scoffed back.
Sanemi returned home after being away for a mission for almost 3 weeks, and you couldnโt be happier. Being the loving person you were, you instantly drew him a hot bath and was in the process of pampering him.
โYou promised me youโd be safe, yet you had the audacity to come back with new scars. I think that speaks for itself.โ
Sanemi stayed quiet. He knew it was pointless arguing with you, making a small chuckle leave your lips.
โIs the water still warm?โ
โYeahโฆโ
โThatโs good.โ You smiled. โAh! Genya came by earlier.โ
Sanemi visibly tensed slightly before he relaxed again under the water.
โHe came to deliver a huge basket of ohagi. Poor kid could barely talk to meโฆ I heard he gets really nervous around girls. He looks just like you, actually! His eyes are just a lilโ bigger and his hairโs longer and black, but you two are a splitting image! He said the ohagi was for you.โ
โDid he?โ The way Sanemiโs voice had dropped didnโt go unnoticed by you.
โLove, he cares, you know?โ You leaned closer, placing a small kiss on his shoulder, dipping both your hands in the water to wash the lather off. โHeโs been trying for yearsโฆโ
โโM just pissed that brat joined the fucking corpsโฆ one wrong move, and he could die. That little shit-โ
You gently slapped his mouth. โSwear jar.โ
A smirk broke out on Sanemiโs perfect features, letting out a scoff.
โYou little-โ
You smiled before quickly breaking away, trying to make your great escape which failed. He was a hashira. His reflexes were a hundred times better than yours, so he managed to easily grab your wrist before you could get too far and he pulled you closer.
โHey-!โ
You stumbled slightly and fell in the tub as well, but you were still mostly dry since you landed in Sanemiโs arms on top.
โWell hello to you too, Princess.โ He snickered playfully before giving you a quick peck.
โSanemi!โ You whined. โโM all wet!โ
โNo youโre not.โ He suddenly splashed water on you. โThis is slightly.โ Suddenly tightening his grip on you, he placed one of his hands on the back of your head before flipping you both over, completely drenching you. โNow youโre soaked~โ
โYou little-โ Laughing, you tried to playfully fight him before Sanemi also laughed. He easily pinned both your wrists above your head with one of his hands before the other came up to gently stroke your cheek.
You didnโt bother trying to fight him. Only his favourite sounds โ your laughs left your lips. His expression softened into a smile designed by the gods above only for you. His gaze alternated between your adorably perfect lips to your stunning eyes as he slowly leaned in, his lips coming to contact with yours.
โThe wisteria trees you planted are pretty.โ You smiled, leaning your head on Sanemiโs shoulder.
The moon was at its full glory, shining brightly above you. You two sat next to each other, both in your own nightwear but still sitting on the porch outside because when was the last time you two held hands under the moon light?
โWanted to make sure you stayed safe when I wasnโt around.โ He mumbled, his thumb stroking the back of your hand before he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing each and every one of your knuckles delicately.
Your gaze was so soft he couldnโt believe it. How did someone as harsh as him get a girl who held him every night like he was the most precious thing on earth?
Giving him a smile, you looked back up at the sky.
โOh! Sanemi! A shooting star!โ You excitedly tapped him. โQuickly! Make a wish!โ
Sanemi smiled at your adorable childish behaviour, his gaze not leaving you. You tightly shut your eyes, silently making your wish for a few seconds before opening them again.
โOkay! Done!โ You smiled. โI wished for you and corps to defeat Muzan and all the demons, while I nurse you back to health!โ
โYou would do that anyways, dumbass.โ His hand ran through your wet hair, ruffling it slightly.
โYeah, yeah! Whatever. Donโt ruin it for me!โ You smacked him slightly with a laugh which only grew louder when he wrapped both his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. โWhat did you wish for?โ
He stayed silent for a bit. โA lifetime.โ
โHm?โ
โA lifetime with Genya, where I get enough time to apologise to him and make up for all the times I neglected himโฆ though I doubt that would be possibleโฆโ
He looked down to meet your gaze. โAnd a lifetime with you.โ
โA lifetime where no demons exist anymoreโฆ I want to give you a life where youโre treated the way you deserve to be, where you never have to go bed hungry or worry financially. Iโฆ I want to give you a life where you canโฆโ A small blush rose on his expression. โA life where our kids can look back at and smile at themselves that they had you as a mom, in a world without demonsโฆโ
โA world without demons which couldnโt have been achievable without their dad?โ You mumbled quietly.
โA world where we donโt have to tell them anything about demons, or the demon slayer corps..โ
You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. โWhat if I love that part? What if I love the fact that my childrenโs father is a strong man who killed the demon lord?โ
โThatโd be one hell of a story. Heโs still alive.โ
Your hand met Sanemiโs chest in a playful slap.
โHey! Your story is literally the same!โ
โBecause itโs only okay when I say it, Princess~โ He smiled, tilting your head up.
โMeanie.โ
โPretty.โ
He leaned down to give you a peck. โGorgeousโฆ the prettiest girl of My dreams. My one and only lovely girl..โ
This time, he kissed you. No peck. His lips lovingly pressed against yours as he gently sucked on your bottom lip.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Sanemi could live with the life he currently had. He didnโt mind it at all. He had you. That was all that mattered.
based on Hashira Training Arc ep. 5; I can't get this week's episode off my mind
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summary: As Sanemi's wife, you try not to intervene in his relationship with his little brother. However, he had crossed the line this time.
Sanemi's favorite moment of the day was exactly now, during these two short hours at sunset, right after dinner. His day was full of training the demon slayer corps while his night was dedicated to his own training, fighting fellow hashira. That left exactly two hours in between for you, his wife. You were gone for most of the day lately, since training so many people was turning his yard into a battlefield, loud and dirty. You also knew he was rather harsh in his teachings, so it was best to give him space to do his duty while minding your own business.
"What's wrong with you?" Sanemi finally asked when you refused to let him lay his head on your lap.
It was the usual unwinding ritual of his day, eat your delicious food and relax under your touch, his features softened, his voice gentle, his touch careful and loving. But today you seemed cold. He tried to ignore all the signs until you put a book in your lap, just as he was sitting down next to you on the porch. This was Sanemi's last straw.
"What is wrong with you?!" You've never been this angry with him, at least you've never showed it so far. After the terrible day he had this was the last thing he needed, a moody wife.
"You're the one barely talking." Sanemi pointed out. He picked the book from your lap and put it away, annoyed. "You're the one choosing a stupid book instead of your husband."
"How was training today, Sanemi?" You asked, at last. It was the first question you asked him everyday, although the tone was different now. Accusing, angry and patronizing.
"Thanks for asking." He inssisted on expressing his bitterness before answering. "It was great."
"Was the part where you almost blinded your little brother for life great?"
Shock took over your husband's appearance, as his eyes widened, his hand frozen in the air, not daring to touch you anymore. You never got into their fights. Fight was a word not so suited for their relationship anyway. You tried to understand that Sanemi's behaviour was rooted in his own trauma while still trying to console and protect Genya as much as you could. But today, when Tanjiro of all people approached you on your way back home to tell you, you couldn't withstand it any longer.
"So the brat finally started snitching on me?"
The weight of your palm would have left a large red spot on his cheek if Sanemi wouldn't have swiftly caught your wrist when you almost slapped him. Tears were blurring your vision but you didn't want to let them fall. So you yanked your hand away from his grip, sniffing and trying to hold them back. Your husband had no idea how he was supposed to act, so he stood there, guilt and pity intertwined in his eyes as looked at you.
"Genya admires you the most, you idiot!" You wiped your tears away as you spoke. "He would never tell me anything bad about you, no matter how poorly you treat him." Sanemi's eyes could only dart towards the floor, his hands clenched in tight fists. "He only has you, how can you tell him you have no little brother? How can you seriously attack him? You know you're much stronger. How can you tell him to quit? All he wants is to be like you!" Accusations flew out of your mouth like daggers, stabbing him one after the other, forcing him to remember and see his actions from another point of view. "Have you..." Your voice broke off halfway as you voiced yourย last thought, and your pain made him look up at you, worried. "Have you no heart?" You couldn't contain your tears anymore. Not when your mind was full of the contradiction between the man that was your husband and the man that was an older brother. How could he be so patient, so loving, so considerate with you yet be such a monster towards his own little brother?
A loud voice inside Sanemi's head was screaming to comfort you, to reassure you that he had a heart indeed and it all of it belonged to you. But, as small and helpless as you looked compared to his bigger, stronger build, he didn't dare to get closer to you. He didn't dare to move one finger. The time that was supposed to be the happiest of his day turned into painful silence, as you wiped your tears away and he was left to reflect on his actions. The sun was almost gone from the sky. The darker it got you remembered that Obanai was probably already waiting for your husband for their usual night training.ย
"Don't you have anything to say?" You asked, afraid that Sanemi might actually leave without a word, making it even harder to reach him later when he would return. He wasn't good with expressing his feelings and towards you he would refrain from saying anything, scared that his poor choice of words would do more harm. But silence was even more harming.
"He needs to get stronger. I can't babysit him on the battlefield."
"You're not babysitting him at all." You sneered at him. However, his low voice and his effort to contain himself in front of you made your heart melt. He could be better, only if he tried.
"He can't weild a sword properly. He said he even ate demons."
"Don't you think it takes so much courage and strenght to do these things?"
Sanemi looked at you bewildered, his entire concept of strength crushing down inside his mind as you pointed out the obvious, the truth that was right in front of him but he was too blind, too caught up in his own world to see. He only sighed in defeat. His wife outsmarted him once again.
It was getting late and you still had to clean the table and tidy around before going to sleep. As you sat up and passed by him on your way, Sanemi caught you by the wrist. His gesture reminded you immediately of the previous moment when you almost slapped him, regret washing over you.
"Can I hold you for a moment?" He mumbled like a scolded child, not sure if he deserved it anymore. You pulled him in and his toned arms wrapped around your legs, his cheek pressed against your belly. You ran your hand through his hair as you felt the strong, almost desprate grip he had on you, like he was afraid you would leave. You didn't forgive him yet. But that could wait a few more moments. As his face nuzzled against the soft fabric of your clothes you realized he was still a big child in a man's body, unsure how to handle anything other than fighting.
"Sanemi." Contrary to the gentle touch of your fingers in his hair, your voice was stern. "Promise me you'll fix this when you come back."
He only nodded against your body before pulling away completely. Only after he was long gone you noticed the tears that left wet spots on your clothes.
Summary: you get very horny after your first mission with Sanemi
Warnings: !nsfw! smut with some plot
Word count: 8,216
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Notes: I needed to get this out of my system after watching the movie
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The most annoying thing about you was that you were friends with Tomioka Giyuu, Sanemi thought as he stole glimpses at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn't stand that guy. The way he looked upon others was always from a superior point of view. The way he talked, rarely and unbothered, was always a favor for anyone who could hear him. You were the same, somewhat worse. On top of all of Tomioka Giyuu's flaws, when you would open your mouth to talk daggers seemed to stab him. You were brutally honest when provoked by him and almost too sure of your own strength. The big difference, however, was that Shinazugawa Sanemi wanted to kill Tomioka for his attitude, while he wanted to fuck you out of it.
He never really knew how to talk to you. Granted, he would never act based on his feelings or let them show in any way. He admired you for your strength as well as your beauty. While he did respect you as one of his fellow Hashira, his eyes would always slip down your body, too weak to resist the way your uniform fit on your curves, the soft skin of your exposed neck or your long hair that always smelled like summer flowers. He would soon fight with himself to stop staring at you, afraid that someone might notice. He would always find moments when he was sure no one was looking, not even you, to see from the distance how bad your injuries were after a mission and he would try to find out if you were fine from the people at the infirmary. But he would never tell you. You rarely ran into each other because of countless missions back to back, both of you being Hashira. You worked on your own most of the time, backed up by lower ranked demon slayers or alongside Tomioka on tougher missions, simply because you got along very well. You and Shinazugawa met occasionally in training, although rather seldom, and during the official meetings at the Ubuyashiki manor. He felt the need to get closer to you, but he didn't have the means to do so. So he resorted to what he knew best, attacking Tomioka indirectly, knowing that you won't miss the chance to step in and try to outsmart him with another witty remark. Most of the words exchanged between the two of you were on a passive-aggressive tone and he was certain that his feelings, buried deep inside his heart, were concealed by the well-known rivalry.
Although he noticed this method was effective in getting your attention, Shinazugawa didn't know exactly to what extent you enjoyed this type of bickering. You too found him annoying. Sometimes he would talk more than needed and he had too good of an opinion about himself. He was cold and senseless sometimes, too focused on the details to be able to see the bigger picture. He wasnโt exactly the nicest person you could stumble upon, but he wasnโt a bad person either. Shinazugawa was hard to approach, intimidating and challenging but most of all you loved getting him angry. Tomioka didn't need anyone stepping up for him, and you didn't do it for your friend's sake anyway. You simply enjoyed to hear Shinazugawa's raspy voice grow in volume and see the anger in his eyes whenever he would feel intimidated, belittled or dismissed. He was hot, you thought one day, appalled, as he ran after Giyuu almost attacking him physically, if it hadn't been for the other Hashira. But you never let it show. You were sure he hated you as much as he hated your friend. You had to be a veritable masochist to have a crush on a guy like him.
Now, despite your reputation as arch enemies, you had been sent on a mission together. It was almost strange to see how well the two of you got along, especially on the battlefield, when you weren't pressured to hide the obvious from other people. You soon noticed that, contrary to his unfriendly nature, Shinazugawa paid a lot of attention to you, conveyed in small gestures.
"Look, the owner said his wife is a healer." He said in the softest voice you ever heard him talk, offering you a small bottle filled with a herbal mixture. You had travelled for a couple of days by that time and stopped at an inn on your way to grab something to eat. When you looked at him questioningly, he looked the other way. "You have been in pain since this morning." And indeed you were feeling some discomfort, altough you never said a word about it, because, before being a demon slayer, you were a woman with a natural body cycle. Maybe he really was a gentleman, although you would have never guessed it, you thought on multiple occasions. Then again, you would remember how everyone saw him and you shook the thought off your mind.
The demon you were after was hard to track. It took a couple of weeks to find its whereabouts, plenty of time for you and Shinazugawa to get comfortable around each other. He was actually sweet, you found yourself thinking as he did his best to maintain a conversation. You liked the sound of his laugh, although it was closer to a low giggle, whenever you tried to crack a joke. Youโve never heard it before but it made your heart flutter a little. Even the silence started to feel comfortable. After a couple of days of trying to find different topics to talk about, you learned a lot about him, although it was only trivial aspects of his life. By now, simply exchanging looks was enough to understand each other.
The fight too place near a small village hidden in the mountains. It was a powerful demon, even though both of you were two of the strongest demon slayers. Shinazugawaโs injuries were worse than yours and he almost lost consciousness by the end of the battle, but you took care of him until the morning, when the people from the village came. They were beyond grateful to you so, in exchange for your services, the head of the village offered to have you stay at the onsen until you regained enough strength for travelling back home.
***
Usually, after a fight, you would sleep like a baby. It was the deepest and most restful sleep that allowed your body to heal properly. No dreams to keep your mind busy, no need to wake up thirsty or any other reason could compromise the sweet moment of relaxation after driving your body to its maximum strength. But this time was different. Maybe because you had spent so much time with Shinazugawa, or maybe those few hours until sunrise while you tended to his injuries were to be blamed. But you had a wet dream. You woke up, confused and well aware of the fact that you were wet. You could still remember all the details, all the positions you imagined yourself in, the way his voice sounded in your ears while grunting and moaning your name, his white hair wet sticking to the back of his neck and his forehead because of sweat, sounds of skin slapping against skin, his palm pressed open just below your navel as he thrusted into you- No. You shook your head, trying to get it out of your mind. You had a crush on him, yes. You found him attractive, yes. You occasionally had dirty thoughts about him. But this was getting out of hand. The worst, still, was that the dream didnโt even help with anything, it only made you aware of how attracted you were to him, how horny he made you feel. It was because you spent so much time together, for sure. Also, the adrenaline of the battle could have this type of side effects in the body often. You could lie to yourself as much as you wanted, but you had never experienced it with anyone else before, you knew that. Now that you were thinking about it, it was around two weeks or so since he gave you that painkiller for your period.
You were ovulating.
The realization left you feeling even more helpless. In any other case, you could hope to fight it, hide it, ignore it. But now, aware of your hormones going crazy inside your body for a few days, you could do nothing about it. It made you feel helpless. The thought of fucking Shinazugawa couldnโt leave your mind. Come to think about it, he was very kind to you these past few weeks. He couldnโtโฆ No. Or maybe there was a small chance he did? Small gestures, kind words, playful and easy going behaviour, all these things were the total opposite of what you expected of him. Could he like you?
***
Despite the blood, sweat and dirt covering your body after fighting a demon, you still smelled like the flowers in summer. Yes, now that his nose was barely touching your shoulder he could fell that it wasnโt only in your hair, the soft and sweet smell was everywhere on your body. Sanemi desperately wanted to open his eyes to see you, but he was too exhausted. The warmth of your body covered him like a thin blanket and he found it in himself to force his hand to grab you by the sleeve. But there was no sleeve because he felt the warm skin of your arm and almost heard the soft coo of your voice when you told him to stay still. Using the last drop of strength that he had, his eyes were obliged to open, even faintly between lashes, to witness your body leaning over his. Above your waist, your body was covered only in your undergarments, hence your bare arm that he was still clinging to. If he hadnโt been covered in blood you could probably see his skin turn to a shade of red, as the silky skin of your chest was only inches away from his face.
Shinazugawa turned around on the futon for the hundredth time. He had been awake for a while now. When he woke up, his body sore and his mind cloudy, the first thing he noticed was that the material around his arm resembled his own uniform. He quickly remembered getting stabbed there, it probably was the deepest wound on his body. So thatโs why you were undressed, Shinazugawa thought. Indeed, he hadnโt been hallucinating. You used your own shirt to improvise a tight bandage on his arm in order to reduce blood loss.
Not long after he woke, a girl working at the onsen brought him water and a tray with food. He didnโt have an appetite but munched on it anyway, knowing it will help him build back his strength.
โHow is she?โ He asked the girl while she was pushing the door closed as she exited theb room.
โYour colleague?โ He nodded. He didnโt like the wordย colleague, it was too formal and too cold for what he wanted you to be. At the same time, he didnโt know how to refer to you. โSheโs still asleep, I believe. Thanks to her first aid skills your body is quicker to recover than expected.โ Part of him was relieved now that someone confirmed your safety. The last thing he remembered was defeating the demon together, but collapsing to the ground shortly after, losing control over his worn out body. Glimpses of you flashed in Shinazugawaโs memory chaotically. However, your clothes as his bandage was proof enough that they were not just a product of his imagination.
โI need to change these bandages. Bring me some?โ The girl bowed and left quickly. She probably had a lot of work to attend to or rather she was scared of him to some extent.
When the girl came back she was not alone but accompanied by the owner of the onsen, whose face Shinazugawa didnโt remember since he was already unconscious when the villagers arrived, and another man who seemed to be a doctor.
โI can handle it myself.โ He quickly dismissed them when, after offering his gratitude once again for killing the demon, the owner suggested that the young girl would help him wash up while the doctor checked up on his body. No additional pleas were allowed. The girl left a basin with fresh water and a basket of clean bandages and ointment by the futon and they left the room.
More than anything, Shianzugawa wanted silence. But he couldnโt have it. Now that the mission was fulfilled, there was nothing else to keep his mind busy and distract him from you. Moreover, you would be leaving soon. He loved having you all to himself. And you seemed to like it too, he would think sometimes. You were not as irritating as before and, to his surprise, all the things he found difficult about you turned into qualities that he appreciated. It was only Tomiokaโs fault, he mumbled to himself. What he most afraid of was that, once you would be back home, you would go back to spending time with that bastard. All this time you shared would be forgotten and everything would go back to normal.
โShinazugawa? Youโre awake?โ Shinazugawaโs bared back was turned to the door as you opened it carefully. He was sitting on the floor, checking some minor wounds. He turned around to look at you, his breath stuck in his throat as he noticed you were wearing only a thin robe loosely tied around the waist. It exposed your chest to a degree heโs never witnessed, granted that your uniform was always buttoned up and covering your breasts entirely.
โY-yeah.โ He quickly found his voice and shifted on the futon, turning to face you. He was only wearing a pair of clean pants. The upper side of his body was covered in bruises or bandages and he was barefoot. โGood job on the mission.โ He blurted out, without even thinking about it. He felt pressured to talk, thinking that conversation would distract you from noticing the effect your attire had on him. But you started walking towards him and, with every step, he felt his heart beat faster and faster. His expression was stern and seemingly uninterested, but his eyes alone travelled from your bared calves along the line of your legs until they were completely hidden by the robe, high enough that he expected to see the colour of your panties with every step you took. You didnโt have anything underneath that robe, it was obvious from the way the lose knot around your waist could come undone any minute, from the generous amount of chest that was exposed, from the way one of your sleeves was hanging lower than the other, almost revealing your bare shoulder. Shinazugawa was thirsty. He felt his lips part without control in an awed expression as you crouched down next to him and placed your palm on his forehead. He was thirsty, but water could never quench the kind of thirst he had.
โI was afraid you would catch an infection with all those open wounds. You seem fine.โ It was embarrassing how difficult he found it to swallow his own saliva.
โIโm perfectly fine.โ He pushed your hand away gently. If you touched him for one more second, he was afraid his heart would burst. He couldnโt look away from you though. There was something about you he had never seen before. And it wasnโt only the way your nipples poked against the thin material of the robe you were wearing, although it was a very compelling sight.
โWe're at an onsen. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it.โ You said standing up. He would take advantage ofย you, Shinazugawa though but tried to control himself, given that the bulge growing bigger in his pants couldnโt be controlled. โI just canโt find any towels in my room.โ You complained looking around his room. It was such a stupid excuse. Of course there were no towels, they would be by the water, not in every room, so you could grab them on your way. But it was the only idea you could come up with, having your mind clouded by the excitement you felt in your lower belly when you thought about Shinazugawa. It was even harder to act normal when you saw him, shirtless, messy white hair, the muscles on his back flexing as he turned to face you.
โI think you can find them there.โ He answered. You turned around on your heels, biting your lip. He looked so good. Your fingers itched to touch all of his scars, on his arms and chest and abdomen and go even lower.
โWhy donโt you come with me?โ You blurted out.
โWe would be in different areas anyway.โ He replied. It made sense, usually there were separate spaces for men and women. But that wasnโt enough reason for you, especially not after seeing him in that state. You needed him very badly. At this point, you didnโt even bother to think if the feeling was mutual or if you were making a fool of yourself. You would do anything to ride Shinazugawaโs cock.
โOh, come on.โ Your voice was louder and higher in pitch than you expected. โThe building is empty, save the guy at the reception. Weโre the only people here.โ The idea of getting in the hot water with you left Shinazugawa speechless. He could only imagine what was hiding under that robe and you were giving him the chance to find out.
***
You got in first while he turned around to give you some privacy until your body was covered in the cloudy water. It was great for your tired bodies, soaking in thermal water. But you werenโt here for that. You didnโt even feel the difference in temperature, since your body was already burning with lust.
โHey, donโt look.โ He said, embarrassed, when you gestured for him to come in. You playfully covered your eyes like a child, though peeking between your fingers to see Shinazugawa as he was getting undressed, catching a glimpse of his already hard dick. You quickly moved your fingers to cover your eyes, so he wouldnโt know. But the sight had already done irreversible damage to your mind. He couldnโt help but constantly think about the fact that you were naked under that water. So he tried to keep a decent distance between the two of you, not too big to become awkward but not too small so you couldnโt accidentally touch him and notice his dick was painfully hard. But you would always close the distance between the two of you. You would shift your position all the time, showing him something or pretending you didnโt hear what he was saying. When you moved, the water level would shift with you, revealing more or less of your round breasts, but never all of it.
โIt looks so much better.โ You said, getting the closest your ever got to him, as you gently touched his arm where you had bandaged it the night before.
โSleep helps a lot.โ He said, aware of the fact that, if you moved one inch closer, you would feel his dick against your belly.
โI tried my best so you wouldnโt get another scar.โ You continued in a low, seductive voice that you didnโt know you possessed. Your fingers ran along Shinazugawaโs scarred skin, from his muscular arm up to his shoulder, brushing against his bony clavicle. โYou already haveย soย many.โ He let out a hot breath as your fingers continued their way on his chest where two long scars crossed each other in an x shape. โBut Iย alwaysย thought theyโre hot.โ Your touch moved even lower, on the scar that was travelling along his abdomen. By now, your hand was already underwater.
โY/nโฆโ Shinazugawa breathed out your name, almost moaning it. It was torture to him. You could at least say what you wanted from him, straight to his face, without killing him second by second with ghostly touches and promiscuous words. โWhat are youย doing?โ
You looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes hungry with lust. It was unbearable for him.
โWhat do youย thinkย Iโm doing?โ The sarcasm lingering in your languid voice reminded him of all the arguments you usually had. Shinazugawa grabbed you by the chin carefully but firmly enough to force your head back to look up at him. You never thought his rough hands damaged by countless fights with demons could be this gentle.
โI think youโre being desperate.โ His lips moved dangerously close to yours, though never touching, as he leaned his face towards yours. โAnd Iโm running out of patience.โ His eyes were so demanding that your hand rested just above his navel, not daring to go lower as long as he was forcing you to look at him.
โI could see that.โ You mouthed back, obviously referring to his erection.
โThenย doย something about it.โ He muttered between his teeth. You didnโt need anything more. Pressing your body against his, you kissed him roughly and he let you get whatever you wanted for a while. It was almost amusing to Shinazugawa, to see how hungrily your lips pressed against his, how desperate your tongue was to circle with his. The pressure of your flesh against his dick didnโt provide the friction he needed, but it was promising enough. Your hands were all over his body, craving to have no inch left untouched. He grabbed you by the hips, holding you still as you were already standing on your tippy toes to be able to kiss him. Shinazugawa had lost count to how many fantasies he had imagined in his head before, but he was sure he never dared to dream you would be this hungry for him. Your lips soon left his and moved down to leave wet trails on his jaw and along his neck, biting and sucking. You heard him hiss in pain a few times, which only made you even more aroused. Every sound that was coming out of his mouth was so hot, so stimulating that it only made you even more desperate for him.
Shinazugawa let you do as you pleased for a while. After all, it was extremely satisfying to him to have you all over himself. He might have gotten bored though, because one of his hands grabbed you by the hair and forcefully pulled your face away from him. You whined in pain and frustration.
โYouโre such a needy whore.โ Your lips were swollen and your eyes darkened as you looked back at him. He let go of your hair as he kissed you, arms circled around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. This time, he was in control and you had no way of regaining dominance as his tongue roughly pushed against your lips, forcing its way inside your mouth. Your breasts were tightly pressed against his chest and you felt the desperate need for friction between your legs. But Shinazugawaโs hands moved down your back, grabbing your ass, fingers digging painfully deep into your flesh. You whimpered against his mouth, but not because of the pain. He had you paralysed now. You couldnโt move your hips against him anymore.
***
You didnโt know how you got out of the water, briefly patted your bodies dry with some towels and put on robes to cover yourselves in case an employee would see you on the hallway. You only remembered Shinazugawaโs tight grip on your hand as he dragged you after him, rushing back to his room. He slammed the sliding door open and allowed you to step in first. You barely let him closed the door, your hands already pulling at his robe that was already undone. He pushed you against the wall, cornering you. There was nowhere to run, his large body covered yours with ease. In a totally unexpected gesture, he brushed his fingers through your damp hair, as if trying to make sure you were really there with him.
You were taken aback by this change in pace and atmosphere. But he hissed in pain and only now did you become aware of the fact that you had been too focused on your own needs, to such an extent that made you forget his body wasn't in such a good condition as your own.
"Shinazugawa?" You called out his name as you gently sat with him on the floor. He snorted at the formal way his surname sounded out of your mouth. The same mouth that was so ready to swallow him whole a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, we can stop if you can't-"
"No!" He quickly dismissed the idea. After years of hidden feelings and wet dreams he was so close to having you. He would not lose the chance.
"But your body is-" You tried brushing the white strands of hair out of his face to see him and your fingers felt the uneven texture of the scar on his forehead.
Shinazugawa didn't bother arguing with you. He simply kissed you again, slower this time, more sensual and intimate. It felt as if the roughness and hunger from before were only the outer layer to something deeper that he wanted to convey to you and you let him have his own pace, although the heat between your legs was aching. He seemed to know that, because he grabbed your hand and guided it down between your legs. You instinctively spread them open, anticipating. Guided by his hand, your fingers slowly rubbed circles against your clit and you moaned against his mouth.
"Touch yourself for me." He said. For a moment, you thought that he meant for you to please yourself because he wasn't able to. But, as he pulled away from you and placed his palms behind him on the wooden floor, leaning back to see you better, you noticed that the brief moment of vulnerability was gone from his eyes. He was demanding, exactly as he sounded. His robe was covering only his arms and shoulders as it fell down at his sides and spilled on the floor, undone, his bared body fully exposed to your eyes. Your eyes took in the sight, with great attention to his throbbing cock that seemed to invite you to touch it. At first, you found it akward and embarrasing, especially feeling the pressure of his eyes watching your every move, eager not to miss one bit of it. But you've done it many times before, you've touched yourself with him on your mind so many times. On top of that, his presence quickly changed from an impediment to a huge turn on. You saw the way he licked his lips as he watched you, flinching at every sound you let out. More than anything you were desperate for his dick that was proudly sticking hard against his lower abdomen like a prize you could get only if you passed this test. So you continued to stimulate yourself.
Shinazugawa was fascinated by you. He was under some kind of spell, eyes focused on your body, taking in every bit of detail. How wet you were becoming, the small mole on your inner left thigh, your exposed neck as your head fell back in pleasure. He touched himself too, placing his palm at the base of his cock, stroking it faintly in order to relieve some of of the tension in his entire body. As much as he couldn't wait to fuck you, something else inside him took even more pleasure from witnessing your filthiest, most sexual self. And you were doing it just for him.
"Say my name. Myย ownย name." Shinazugawa's command covered the sound of your mewls. You've done that before as well. Alone, in your room, while everybody slept, you would moan his name as you masturbated.ย Hisย name, not his surname that you asdressed each other by, the name you couldn't call him by out loud.
"Sanemi." You moaned. You always thought his name was moanable.
"Fuck." He breathed out, as your voice found its way inside his body, driving him closer to orgasm. "Say it again."
"Sanemi." You obliged. With eyes half open you saw him touching himself as well.
"Again." He grunted.
"Sanemi I'm-"
"Don't cum." He warned, figuring out from the way your voice cracked that you were close. You gently hit your head against the wall in frustration, forcing your hand away from your throbbing clit. You were so close. When you looked back at him, he was already sitting on the futon, gesturing for you to come next to him. With shaky legs, you crawled on all fours towards him. He greeted you with another wet kiss, his hand cupping one of your breasts, his thumb running circles around your nipple.
"I want to ride you." You pleaded against his lips.
"Only if you ask nicely." He grinned. Although he was composed and teasing, the way you were so straight forward about your desires made his head spin in exicitement. You gently pushed your palms against his muscular chest and he lightly fell with his back against the futon.
"It wasn't a question." You said as you straddled him.
Shinazugawa watched as you climbed on top of him, biting his lower lip in satisfaction whe he felt your soft plushy tighs press against his hips. He put both his hands under his head, looking at the curves of your body on top of him, at the way your hair was falling over your shoulders, covering only small parts of your breasts. From the first moment he saw you, he felt attracted to your body. But now that he was witnessing it completely naked, in all its beauty, he was sure you had to be a goddess.
He allowed you to do whatever you pleased with him. At first, you only rubbed your folds against his dick lightly, rocking your hips in a slow back and forth motion on top of him. He could feel that you were dripping wet, your juices covering him all over. You placed one hand on his chest for support as you picked up the pace, your cunt finally getting the friction it needed for so long. Shinazugawa moaned in response, stimulated by your movements. The sound was so beautiful to your ears. You were determined to make him more vocal. And you did, as a grunt from deep inside his throat came out when you slowly slided his cock inside your welcoming walls. You took your time, adjusting to his girth. Your eyes were glued to his face, trying to memorize as much of his expression as possible. Lips parted, eyes half closed and cheeks flushed, white hair spilling on the futon like a halo around his head. Your first moves were painfully slow for him. The muscles on his arms were tensed and he seemed like he was putting a lot of effort into keeping his hands to himself and not thursting into you as hard and fast as he needed. But the look of ecstasy on your face as your rolled your hips gradually faster, your breasts bouncing with every move, wet sloppy sounds filling the room in a rapid rhythm and your moans, godย especiallyย your loud moans as you used his body to please yourself, all of these were making Shinazugawa feel more than satisfied.
Soon, he had to grab you by the hips because, in your desperation to feel him as deep as possible inside, your movements became chaotic and violent, losing pace and balance. He held you in place, his fingers digging deep into the skin of your hips. Supporting yourself on one arm securely placed on his chest, you managed to find his hand and pushed it back towards your ass. His large hands moved to your back as you guided him, grabbing your ass and pushing your body even more against his cock. The sharp sound of his palm slapping your ass as you bouced up and down his dick echoed in the room, sending a flash of pleasure right to your core and your head fell back in pure pleasure. You moaned loudly, probably the loudest so far, and he felt the consequences of it as your walls tightened around him.
"That's right you're so fucking loud." He said and he slapped your ass again, obtaining the same chain of reactions from you.
Sweat was dripping all over your body and you were running out of breath, but the way his cock felt inside you was addictive. Your hand moved to your clit, feeling like the stimulation wasn't enough to drive you to your orgasm, but Shinazugawa's hand pushed yours away. He laid his palm flat against your belly, pushing against your flesh as his thumb found your clit and provided the additional stimulation you needed. There was a puddle of your fluids forming around the base of his cock, as your hips rose and fell on top of him over and over again. Shinazugawa knew better than spilling his seed inside you. Instead, he concentrated on driving you to your high, noticing how your whole body tightened around him, your muscled tensed and eyes tightly shut, all your senses focused on the way his cock rubbed against your walls hitting your sweet spot over and over and over.
Your moans turned into whimpers and then into uneven breaths as you got closer to the edge. But there was one missing thing to get you there. Intuitively and out of pure erotic instinct, Shinazugawa's hand reached your neck, grabging it between his thumb and index finger, putting enough pressure for you to feel lightly choked. You looked down at him despite your blurry vision, his eyes already locked on yours. You gasped for air while your hips slammed against his uncontrollably. His thumb stimulated your clit and your vision whitened as you finally came, your moan reveberating in the room covering the sound of your bodies. You pressed your hips one last time against his body, taking his lenght as deep as it could go, as you chased every last drop of that numbing pleasure that spread trough every nerve in your body making your legs shake. Your heart was beating at a rapid pace to the brink of failing inside your chest as you removed yourself from him, falling on your back next to him.
With the weight and warmth of your body gone, Shinazugawa took it upon himself to reach his own orgasm. His cock was covered in your juices mixed with precum as he wrapped his fingers around it. He turned to look at you, finding the most arousing sight. Your chest was moving up and down as your lungs filled with air and released it, your brests jiggling slightly with every move. You were covered glistening in sweat, legs still pressed together to find every last bit that was left of that sweet high you had reached. On your hips he could see the marks of his fingers turning purple. But the expression on your face, that was the most rewarding thing for him. Furrowed brows, lips slightly parted, hair sticking to tour temples as you let out soft whimpers. All of this because of his cock. He came quick enough, groaning with his eyes closed, your ravished image still impregnated in his mind.
But it was just the beginning. Although releasing his seed eased some of the tension built up in his body, Shinazugawa was nowhere near done with you. Soon enough you felt his heavy weight over your worn out body and opened your eyes in surprised to look at him, towering over you. His cock was laying on your belly, his balls rounded full with arousal ghosting above your skin.
"I hope you've had your fun." He said, "It's my turn now." The look in his eyes was so animalistic as he spoke, you felt your insides twist in satisfying ache as arousal was building up inside you once again.
You cupped his face with both your hands as you kissed him, hungry for his lips, for his touch, for his throbbing cock again inside you. He groaned against your mouth, one hand finding your breast and grabbing it harshly, the soft plush flesh of it squeezed in his rough hand. You whined in response and then he slapped it, gaining an even louder cry of pain from you. Your legs desperately found his waist and tried to get a hold of them, but he pulled away from you, grabbing you by the thighs and forcing you to turn around on the futon, face down, as he ripped the robe you still had on away from your body. His palm hit your bare ass lightly and you quickly understood the command, rising your hips from the floor and up in the air, supporting your weight on your knees.
"Good girl." He cooed in approval as his hands held you in place.
You were expecting his cock to penetrate you any minute now. Instead, he took his time to take in the view of your waist that curved generously into your hips and ass exposed just for him, as the air of the room felt cold compared to your burning, soaked cunt.
"Sanemi..." You cried out. You couldn't see his face, but the sound your voice whining out his name so pathetically got him even cockier than before and his lips curled in a half grin.
"Hmm?"
"Please..." You felt him so close to you, but not close enough. Your pussy ached for his thick cock but you could't even find some sort of consolation with your ass up, legs unable to come close to each other as his own knees were pushing yours open.
"You're not so bold anymore." You didn't need to see his face, the arrogant tone in his voice said everything you needed to know.
The only thing you could do from that position was push your hips back towards him, in hopes that you'll earn some friction. But his hands stopped you as soon as you moved, holding you in place as he clicked his tongue critically. He leaned over your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and you felt his cock press against your cunt. It was only a feeble touch but enough to have your eyes roll in stimulation as he pulled you by the hair, forcing you to arch your back.
"If you insist on behaving like a slut I'll treat you like one."
That's exactly what you so desperately wanted and he quickly fulfilled his promise as you felt his dick strech your walls once again. You groaned as he didn't lose any time for you to adjust, instead he just thrust in and out of you with violent and swift movements and you had to place your hands firmly on the futon to resist the force he was pushing into you or else your body would have slipped. But he had full control of your body, one hand on your hips pushing your ass back towards his body as he rammed his dick inside you over and over, the other hand a tight grip on your hair, pulling you towards him. The angle allowed him to hit new and untouched spots inside you, and the stimulation that his aggressive movements provided was numbing all your other senses. You didn't feel the pain in your scalp when he pulled you by the hair, you didn't feel your back aching because of the unnatural way it was bending, you didn't feel the strain on your knees, already overworked from riding him, you didn't feel your arms almost giving up, unable to support your body anymore. You only felt his cock slamming into you, his balls hitting your folds with every move.You could only hear his grunts and pants on top of the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh relentlessly. Your walls tightened around him as you were slowly getting closer to your second orgasm.
But even though ecstasy was numbing everything else and the only thing you could discern was how good his fat cock felt inside you, your body was bound to break down at some point. And it did, because the hands you used to support the upper half of your body slipped and you fell face down on the pillow. Shinazugawa's reflexes followed suit as his hand let go of your hair and both his muscular arms hugged your waist, holding your body in place while he never stopped pounding into you. Now that he was leaning over your back, arms roughly holding your waist, his face buried in your soft hair, you could clearly hear all the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth close to your ear. He was in pure bliss. Contrary to the wet and sticky state of your bodies and the room that was filled with the smell of sex, your hair still embraced him in a fresh and sweet scent that he had always associated with you. Your fists were grabbing the pillow tightly, toes curling in pure pleasure. You moaned in pain as you felt him sink his teeth into the back of your shoulder, groaning like an animal as his movements became uncontrollable and messy, lacking the rhythm and structure they had before. You desperately forced your hand to move under your belly and up between your legs to help yourself reach your high the second time. Shinazugawa was too far gone, too concentrated on his own plesure and his own instincts to even think about you at this point. He was thrusting inside you brutally, chasing his own orgasm, gutural sounds that resembled an animal more than a human coming out of his throat as his teeth were still sunk into your flesh.
But you came too fast. Because you rushed to touch yourself in addition to his cock stimulating your insides, you reached the second, more violent orgasm. It felt twice as much intense as the first and, if it hadn't been for the pillow that your face was buried into to mute your scream of pleasure, you would have woken up the whole village. Your walls tightened around his cock as you came but he wasn't done yet. Soon, you were overstimulated and crying under him. You couldn't fight back, you couldn't push him away or stop him from fucking your overly sensitive cunt. His whole weight was pushing down on you, his arms holding you immobilized as he used your body as a simple sexual object to get himself off. The pillow soon turned wet with your tears. You didn't even know if he was able to hear your cries over his own grunts.
You knew he was done when he moaned your name as came, his seed spilling on your back. You collapsed alongside him on the futon, his grip around your waist never losening. You felt sore and exhausted andย usedย as you laid on your side with him behind you, hearing his deep breathes as he was starved for air. His arms, still securely wrapped around your waist, pulled you closer as he buried his face in your hair and only now you became aware of how sticky your bodies covered in your mixed juices were. It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy the sense of safety and calm his warmth gave you. So you remained there, without saying a word, as both of your hearts reached a normal rate and your muscles relaxed, the hazy veil of arousal lifting from both your minds.
"I'm sorry for..." He started but he didn't finish his sentence.
It was fascinating to you how mellow his voice sounded, making it almost impossible to understand that the animalistic sounds from before came out of the same mouth. In response, you gently grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles. The same knuckles that yanked your hair, the same unyielding arm that held your body against your will against him, they were so weak and willing to follow your guidance.
"How...was it?" He sheepishly asked. You giggled while playing with his fingers. For some reason both of you still avoided seeing face to face.
"It was breathtaking." You said and felt him relax behind you, smiling reassured of your praise.
Soon enough your naked bodies started getting cold. He sat up even though you whined in protest like a little child. Only now did you dare to turn around and look at him, standing in the middle of the room completely naked, with his back turned to you. As he moved, your eyes followed his tall figure from the rounded calves to his ass and up his muscular back and wide shoulders, speding a bit too much time on the nape of his neck then fell back along the lines of his defined arms and slender fingers. You bit your lip, enjoying the view a little bit too much. If it hadn't been for the soreness and your already weakened body from slaying a demon a day prior you would have definitely gone for a third time.
"Sanemi?" You called out his name and it felt so natural, so domestic, so right that you wondered how you ever called him by his surname all this time.
"Yeah?" He turned his face to you instinctively, revealing his handsome profile.
"Nothing. I was just practicing." He scrunched his nose at you like a child and turned back, biting his lip because the sound of his name out of your lips still made him somewhat nervous. He came back to you with a bowl of water and some clean cloths that were left untouched when he fixed his bandages before. You were still on your back, finding another spot that stinged with pain every time you tried sitting up.
"No, it's fine I can do it myself." You quickly tried to dismiss him when he sat down next to you, drenching the cloth in water and touching your thigh to get your legs spread. It made you very nervous and somewhat embarrassed, having him clean you up.
"Shh." It was the only sound that left his lips, so gentle and so loving that you had to give up resisting.
He cleaned up your body with care and all you could do was simply stand there and look at him in awe. He helped you sit up, made you turn around, checking if there was anything left when he noticed the blueish marks on your hips. He leaned over your body, placing a soft kiss over the bruised skin like an apology. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. Butterflies exploded in your stomach and you couldn't take your eyes away from him. He was soย handsome, so strikingly beautiful. He seemed to notice that you were staring because he smiled back at you.
"There's another one." You said as you brushed your hair away from your shoulder, turning to the side to show him the marks of his teeth on your skin. You didn't know how it looked but you could feel it swollen and pulsing and you guessed it looked worse than the marks on your hips.
"Ah... I'm sorry for... this." So this is what he wanted to say the first time. As he applied some ointment to your shoulder he couldn't help but notice that sweet flowery scent again.
"Can I ask you something?" He said unsure and you nodded. "I.. I always liked the way you smelled. Is it like a perfume or something?"
"I-I know you like gardenias..." You mumbled sheepishly. It was an old habit that you developed because of him. "I heard Genya talking about it once and I..." He chuckled in response to your voice cracking with embarrassment and you felt your cheeks burning.
"I only like them because they remind me of you."
"We're not very bright, are we?" You said, relieved.
"It is only Tomioka's fault." He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the covers, pulling them over both of your bodies.
"What?"
"If you weren't friends with him maybe you would have been easier to approach." He shrugged.
"Maybe if you wouldn't be so petty and hostile you would have been easier to approach." You spat back. Instead of getting angry like usual, he started laughing. The sound of his honest amused laugh warmed your heart instantly.
"Ah, this really feels like our usual conversations."
***
Tomioka sneezed for the third time in a row. It was beginning to get annoying how his training was interrupted by continuous sneezing. It was probably pollen from the trees.
"Someone must be talking about you." Tanjiro remarked.
Welcome to my creation. I present you, my own interpretation of Thranduilโs Wife, Elven Queen of Mirkwood, Elven Queen Arianiel.
Long post ahead for those people whoโve witness this journey with me.
Itโs been 11 years of an unexpected journey ever since I envisioned Thranduilโs wife. I was really insecure about myself: my looks, my body. I nitpicked everything about myself because I am so far from Tolkienโs Elves, but my love for the Mirkwood family surpassed it.
โThere is no grave, nor memory.โ That was Legolas' line from the movies, but my creativity as a writer and a fan of Thranduil made me write from scratch of what could be the Elven Queenโs background. I roleplayed as her in this Tumblr account to explore more of my original character. Sadly, Thranduilโs wife will forever be nameless as sheโs not mentioned to any Tolkien books, but I named her Arianiel in my own headcanon.
This is my passion project, and I wonโt accept any flaws in the result, so the planning took some time, obviously, because I needed to build my confidence, money, and find the right people to make this Cosplay possible.
I was really planning to release the Elven Queen at APCC, but they never came back. Now, Cafeterium Chaldeas happened, and I told Ding Parado that I wanted to release the Elven Queen on my birthday. Alas, her talented hand made it possible and surprised me with the result. This was not what we initially planned at the beginning because I had so many things to incorporate in one go, but thatโs not going to happen in just one dress. Nevertheless, she surpassed my expectations of what the Elven Queenโs spring dress could be.
Now, with the announcement of Ren Faire, I was so excited about it because I can finally wear the Elven Queen at a convention and geek out about Middle Earth once again. Joining Queen of the Faire was a spur-of-the-moment decision since weโre going on the last day too, so why not try joining?
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be The Elven Queen of Mirkwood once again, Ren Faire PH. I really thought I wouldnโt be able to wear it again aside from our upcoming wedding.
