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sparrow and grant (writers choice for whatever they're doing) (nobody is surprised that I'm requesting this)

We're slowly adding more to the collection

he/him lesbian Grant, she/fae/they Sparrow

"Ah, fuck!" Grant cursed, rapidly fanning his tongue. Sparrow peaked faer head round the door, looking concerned.

"Are you okay, my beloved?"

No matter how many times they called him that, the pet name never failed to make Grant blush slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he shrugged. "Just burnt my tongue."

"You tried to take a giant gulp of your coffee without letting it cool, didn't you?" He said nothing. "Whatever will I do with you?"

"Murder me and throw my body in a ditch?"

"No." She looked almost stern. "I think I'll just have to treasure you forever instead. Now, let me look at your tongue."

He stuck it out obediently, trying and failing not to feel deeply awkward as they examined it closely, humming. After a few seconds, fae nodded. "I know exactly the cure for this."

Then, without warning, she gently kissed his tongue.

No matter how hot his coffee had been, there was no way it could compare to the rapidly rising temperature of his cheeks. He didn't have to look in a mirror to know that they were turning red and splotchy and deeply embarrassing. Of course, the only thing Sparrow did upon witnessing his misery was giggle.

"See you later, my darling," she said as they skipped out of the room, before suddenly sticking faer head back in. "And actually let your coffee cool."

Grant paused, mug halfway to his lips, and slowly set it down.

[lemonofthevalley]

btw I reblog all sparrow/grant on here onto @spant-grarrow ! :3

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making you write spant again >:3 dealer's choice between the options though because i feel bad that i make you write them so much <- guy who definetly doesnt have ocd

Have you considered, I like spant

For this ask game here 1 - good morning kiss

To many people, it seemed like Sparrow could never be grumpy. She was almost aggressively cheerful, as scorching as the sun.

Of course, those people had never seen Sparrow wake up in the morning.

"Go awayyyyyy" she threw the covers back over her head, but Grant could see her feet kicking angrily under the fabric. He wasn't offended - he was familiar with his girlfriend's antics. And prepared.

"I have coffee and kisses if you come out."

She peaked up over the covers. "Black coffee with a cube of brown sugar?"

"Steeped extra strong." Sparrow slowly wiggled out to sit up, making grabby hands for the mug. "Here you go, princess."

"You promised me kisses."

He smiled and leaned down, kissing her soft and gently. Her lips were slightly chapped, and the moment she got out of bed, she was probably going to grab her lip balm.

"Good morning, Row."

"Good morning, sunflower."

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I made a collection of my Spant writing requests to put on tumblr. Blame @lemonofthevalley for all of these

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if you're still doing requests .. something with knight grant and princess sparrow vibes ? :3c

I am always doing requests, and even if I wasn't, I'd make an exception for knight Grant and princess Sparrow

"My liege."

Grant knelt solemnly before the princess, staring down at the ornate carpet beneath her. Whenever she was around the princess, she was incredibly thankful for etiquette and protocol, because without, she wouldn't have an excuse to hide her face, and would end up a bumbling, stammering mess.

Unfortunately, Princess Sparrow was not one to care for etiquette.

"Oh, drop the stupid title, it's boring," she complained, hopping cheerfully off of her throne. She grabbed Grant's metal-clad arm, and pulled. "Come on, I want you to walk with me."

"Walk with you, your highness?" she stammered as she stumbled to her feet. Grant had no idea where to look. Surely it was rude to stare at the princess, not matter how beautiful she was. But then where was she supposed to look?

"Walk with me around the gardens."

"That's hardly in my duties as your knight-"

"If I order you to, it's in your duties," she said simply. "Besides, what if there are assassins hiding in my beautiful rose bushes? I only know poisons, not hand-to-hand combat."

Well, she couldn't find an argument against that. Even if the princess was remarkably skilled with poisons. So, against her better judgement, and forcibly strong-armed by the princess, they went, arm in arm into the gardens.

Grant felt out of place, surrounded by all the elegant flowers. Her movements felt clumsy, tripping over bits of loose stone paving, and trodding on the grass. Still, the princess seemed not to mind.

"Are you sure we should be doing this, your highness?" she asked nervously. "I do not wish to be overly familiar."

"I wish you'd be more familiar with me, Grant."

...What was that meant to mean?

"...that would be improper, your highness."

"When am I ever proper?" she huffed. Then, as if to prove her point further, she began unlacing her dress.

"Your highness!" Grant exclaimed, immediately raising her cape in an attempt to preserve the princess' modesty from any onlookers. Sparrow had no such concerns, shucking off her expensive gown right in the middle of the garden until she was left only in her shift dress.

She reached out a hand to Grant. "Play in the stream with me."

"It wouldn't-"

"It's wouldn't be proper, yeah, whatever. Don't care. Play with me."

Well, she couldn't deny a direct order from the princess. Nervously looking round, she removed her boots and rolled up her trousers. Luckily, the stream was shallow enough that she didn't need to remove her armour as well, as that could take some time.

Sparrow had no such concerns. She jumped right into the stream, splashing water all over her dress and giggling manically. It was deeply undignified and unbecoming and... pleasant. It was nice, seeing her smiling and free. If Grant was being honest, she'd always thought the heavy, jewelled dresses didn't suit either the princess or the prince. Especially not the princess, who seemed to prefer nature over all else.

She sat on the rocks, feet dangling into the stream, as she wanted Sparrow splash and play about. After all, someone had to protect her.

And Grant was rather enjoying the relaxation

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sparrow and grant (again) if u have any ideas ? like maybe cooking together or something :3

I feel like I've become a not insignificant contributor to the amount of spant content on tumblr purely through your requests. I can't say I mind

"You're cutting them wrong."

Grant gently took the parsnips from Sparrow, trying to work out how to fix the uneven cubes and rectangles they'd made. Cutting some of them in half might work...

Sparrow pouted, grumpy. "How can I cut them wrong? They're going into a stew, the shape doesn't matter."

"They'll cook unevenly," he tried to explain. He didn't really know himself, but Darryl had been a thorough teacher when it came to food. "You gotta cut them roughly the same size and shape."

"Baking is way easier than this," they huffed, flopping down on the stool. Grant had no idea how they thought that, especially since Sparrow had a tendency to get... creative, in the kitchen. And messy. He couldn't bake a brownie without messing it up somehow, but Sparrow had perfected the science of it all, and was able to whip up crazy adjustments without a thought.

Maybe having to make a bunch of substitutions to make things vegan helped, he wondered.

He settled for just cooking by himself, putting the now somewhat more even parsnips to one side, and chopping the ends off the carrots. Cooking was peaceful. Repetitive. The sounds of the knife slicing through vegetables and meat and hitting the wooden cutting board, the smell of the food as it cooked. It was a nice break from things. Familiar. It reminded him of the few times spending time with his dad felt easy.

His peace was doomed to only be temporary, however. It didn't take long for Sparrow to get bored, and a bored Sparrow was a devious one.

Slowly, they started kissing up his arm, and then his neck, causing his face to go bright red.

"S-Sparrow, I'm cooking!"

"And you look very sexy," they purred. "I've always liked competence in a woman."

He sighed, resigned not unhappily to his fate.

"...just let me finish the carrots first."

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spant for writing rq? anything you want to do ! (nobody is surprised by me requesting this)

No one is surprised indeed. Have your spant. I used a prompt generator, since you didn't ask for anything specific

"Graaaaaaant", Sparrow whined from behind the changing curtain, "I'm stuck."

He sighed and set down his Switch, tucking it back into his hoodie pockets. He didn't actually know what she'd picked out, some kind of uniform apparently? Maybe she'd grown out of their soccer uniform and had to get a new one.

What he wasn't expecting when he pulled back the curtain was for Sparrow to stare up at him, wearing a tight cheerleading uniform. Tiny skirt and all.

"Stop staring and help me get my arm out."

He blushed at having been caught, stammering slightly. Now that he was less... distracted, he could see one of her arms caught in an awkward position in the arm strap. Fumbling, he lifted it up and helped her pull her arm through. The close proximity enforced by the small changing room was not helping his mental state.

"Why are you wearing a cheerleading outfit?" he stammered. "Not that I mind, it looks good on you, really good, I mean-"

She giggled a little and kissed his cheek. "I was thinking of trying out for the team."

Sparrow. Doing cheerleading. In that costume. Every game.

His brain was going to explode.

"You should. It would suit you, I mean. All the tricks and bouncing and pompoms and stuff."

She grinned, teeth sharp and glinting.

"Even if I don't make it, I'm keeping the uniform."

His girlfriend was going to be the death of him

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Apparently I never made a tumblr post for this, so:

Sparrow and Grant do some gardening together! It's all very platonic, with definitely no pining (or so Grant would have you believe)