A Fiery Braid || Kyojuro Rengoku X Reader

A Fiery Braid || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

Summary: After Kanao braids your hair, the Flame Hashira wants to try a new hairstyle too.

Warnings: none

Words: 1823

Request: braiding Rengoku's hair.

Authors: Cass & Grizzly

Kyōjurō Rengoku walked around the common room of the Butterfly Estate, waiting for new orders. He had been there for a few hours that felt like an eternity to him; he preferred to remain active rather than sit still. Even so, he wasn't going anywhere; Kyōjurō had one more reason to stay. You were that reason.

You were attractive; your hair was always neatly braided, perfect skin was glowing. Whenever he was close to you, your curious Y/E/C eyes studied his every movement, leading him to assume that you were also a little interested in him. On that day, he saw you again; you had been talking to Kanao.

Kyōjurō was a little shocked when he noticed you and the young girl vanished when he only turned his head around after smelling freshly made onigiri. Young man decided to look after you.

You went to have tea with Kanao. Despite being so quiet, she didn't cause you much trouble. She always wanted to spend time with you.

You sat on a porch, drinking tea made by Aoi. Even though you loved being here, your time was running out. You had almost fully healed your broken ribs, wrist injury, and broken leg as well.

In an attempt to flip the coin, Kanao put away her cup. As it landed on her palm, the girl gave you a soft smile. “So would it be okay if I showed you a new braid I can make? Girls have taught me."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Of course I don't mind. Just let me lose my hair." Saying this, you loosened the ribbons holding your hairstyle together and ran fingers through your hair.

Kanao put away the cups and tray during the meantime. After that, she moved closer to pull your long hair to the back so she could start working.

Little did you know that you were being watched by a pair of Kyōjurō's sharp eyes. You were drinking freshly brewed tea in one of the rooms when he noticed you. Why was he not asked if he wanted a cup as well? Suddenly, Kyōjurō leapt up and peered inside the chamber. "Ladies, good morning. Do you mind if I join you?"

You both stared at him.

Kanao didn't react at all, she was too focused on your hair.

Naturally, you bowed your head as much as you could to show your respect. Both of you were slayers, but let's be honest, you were much lower than Hashira. "Flame Hashira, good morning to you as well. I don't mind it and I am sure Kanao doesn't mind as well."

Kyōjurō Rengoku stepped in slowly, looking around for a free spot.

As he sat down on one of the pillows on the floor, he crossed his legs and watched you. "It is rumored that you are going to leave us soon, Y/N."

You nodded gently so as not to disturb Kanao's work. "My injuries are almost healed. I may be able to leave in a few days. I hope I won't be back here anytime soon... As a patient, I mean."

He whispered quietly, but repeated louder this time, "What a shame it will be that you will no longer be among us."

“I'm not skilled. I just do what I can to keep people safe. But thank you for your kind words. That means a lot." You smiled at him.

While he nodded, he remained in a strange state of thoughtfulness. "Are you planning anything?" He asked.

“It's been a while since I got any orders. If that doesn't change by the end of my treatment, I think I'll visit my own home for a bit," you shrugged a little. You added, "If my crow will bring orders. I think I'll be running after yet another demon."

"So it was your crow who stole my onigiri a few days ago!" He laughed softly.

"Did it have a dark blue sash?" You asked.

Rengoku nodded and touched a pair of chopsticks on the table in front of him to improve their position. "Indeed. Your friend is ill-mannered."

Embarrassed by your crow behavior, you blinked and blushed.

Although you knew that your crow's nature was not so benevolent and that it loved snacks, you didn't expect this.

"Flame Hashira, please forgive me! I had no idea he was so mischievous! I didn't know! I'm so sorry!"

"I could have used a second form on him, but he seemed oddly tame. Watch him next time, Y/N."

"My apologies! I had no idea he could do something like this. I will scold him as soon as possible."

Kanao interrupted your little panic by putting the braid on your shoulder. You looked at it and gasped loudly, it was so beautiful. "Woho! It's perfect, Kanao! Thank you so much, I love it."

The girl smiled and once again flipped her coin. Once it landed back on her palm, she nodded. "I am glad you like it. I will now join others and leave you two alone." Soon, she left the room.

Kyōjurō nodded with a smile on his face. "Your braid is very beautiful, Y/N. It suits you very well."

"Thank you. I braid my hair so they don't bother me while working." You nodded, stroking your hair.

“Isn't it true that a fabulous look always adds some spirit?" He smiled. "I guess Senjuro would like your crow pet."

"Yes, it does! I feel so much more comfortable knowing my hair looks nice and doesn't bother me," You nodded. "You mean your younger brother, right? I don't think he would like my crow since he loves to steal food."

"My little brother is almost as optimistic as I am so I am certain he would easily notice the positive aspects of the pet crow you have."

"Maybe," you replied. The crows belonging to other slayers seem calm and polite, but this one is really mischievous."

"I think it depends on the crow's personality. They're a lot like humans."

"Unfortunately I got hungry and rude." You sighed deeply, playing with your braid.

"You can always train him," Kyōjurō said as he looked at you. "I like your braid a lot. Could you please make me one?"

The blinked, completely overshadowed his question. "I-I… Sure. Your hair is long enough to make a decent braid. It won't be as long as mine though.”

As he gestured for you to approach, he undid the bun he had made. "I'd like to try that!"

As you continued to be surprised by his question, you got up and moved closer to sit next to him. Maybe it was silly, but honestly, you were scared of his hair. What if you burned your hands on it? Nevertheless, you moved your hand gently through the hair to ensure there were no tangles.

"Did you learn from a master or were you self-taught?"

"My father was a demon slayer. He was my master until he retired from fighting because of his wounds." You said, brushing his hair with your fingers before you started gently braiding them.

Kyōjurō nodded slowly as he listened to your story. "I trained to become a Hashira. It might have been easier for me since I am part of the Rengoku family and our lineage is filled with powerful swordsmen."

"I know, I heard a lot about your family." You nodded, gently braiding his hair.

"Just! I would like them to be braided as neatly as yours. Your braid is very beautiful."

Your skilled fingers collected strands of his hair and worked them.

I promise to do my best. I love your hair, sir, but I was sure they were hot since they looked like fire." You giggled, pulling back another strand of his hair.

A quiet hiss came from him. "Ough!" He then winked at you as he rolled his head back. "Don't worry, just kidding."

You told him, "Please, don't do that. I'm scared to pull your hair."

"You're not dealing with any demon here, it's just hair!" Flame Hashira reminded you in the soft tone of his.

"I'm braiding the hair of a Fire Pillar. It's terrifying on its own," you hummed, tying the strands together. "Could you pass me the ribbing in which your hair was tied up before?"

You received the item from him shortly after. Grabbing the end of the braid and tying it tightly to make sure your work wouldn't fall apart, you thanked him quietly. "It looks great."

To check the braid, he jolted up and rushed to the nearest mirror. The final result incorporated all of the hair into a smoothly woven pattern over the scalp. A smile spread across Rengoku's face as he said, "I love it!"

You smiled and clapped your hands. "I am so glad to hear that!"

“Maybe I can return the favor by taking you out for onigiri?” Rengoku asked, turning his head to you.

You stared at him again, surprised. Was he just... inviting you to dinner? "Of course. This sounds wonderful!"

Flame Hashira smiled at you with a small sparkle in his eye.

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen to grab a few onigiris.

After that, you two proceeded to sit on a porch. At first, you were afraid of Hashira, but now you were relaxed as if you were talking with a good friend.

As you held the onigiri in your hands, a craw wearing a navy blue sash jumped on your shoulder and simply grabbed the onigiri.

You blinked. "Hey!”

Rengoku chuckled. "That guy is rude," he said. "Or hungry. Hunger is the most unpleasant feeling a living being can experience."

He carefully examined one of his onigiris. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he opened his palm and extended his hand out to the crow, with onigiri in it.

Clearly, the crow couldn't resist the snack. The crow quickly swallowed it and spread his wings.

"CRAW CRAW! I brought an order! Order! A village where people go missing! Demons attack!"

Rengoku's crow joined you two soon, as well.

"North! North! The village in the north needs help! People are going missing. Y/N will join Flame Hashira to take care of the threat!”

"Huh?!” You gasped, shocked with the information.

Rengoku's lips curled in a little smirk as he nodded, getting up. "The order was passed. I think we need to hit the road. There are some demons that need to be slayed!"

"I just need a moment to gather my stuff," you nodded and then looked at your crow. "And you! You shouldn't just steal people's food!"

Crow definitely felt offended and just pecked you on the temple before flying away.

"So it's rudeness that runs in his little veins!" Rengoku chuckled softly and nodded at his own crow. "Get ready, Y/N. The duty is calling!"

"Yes, Rengoku-san!” You nodded excitedly and ran off to gather your things.

Arranged Marriage || Part I || Ivar x Female!OC

Part II

Summary: Freya, the youngest daughter of Earl from far away northern land, is about to marry the youngest son of Ragnar, Ivar the Boneless. At the beginning, they're not content with the circumstances. The situation changes radically when they discover that they're attracted to each other.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3448

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

For almost all Vikings the family was the most important social unit.

Marriage was virtually universal, divorce rare, and virtually every marriage produced children. Almost all marriages were arranged by family elders based on caste, degree of consanguinity, economic status, and many more. Vikings' marriage was essentially a business contract between two families and it was arranged in two stages: the betrothal and the wedding.

The initiative had to come from the man or his father, who would propose marriage to the woman's father or guardian. If the latter was agreeable, the groom promised to pay the bride price which was called mundr.

In return, the bride's father promised to hand over her dowry at the wedding. Both the bride price and the dowry remained the property of the bride after the wedding. The two men shook hands on the agreement in front of witnesses and agreed on a date for the wedding, usually within a year.

The long table in the throne chamber had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound was contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times.

That day was one of the second options.

"Why have you done this?," Ivar growled, looking directly at queen Aslaug who sat on the opposite side of the table.

Ivar, when he was feeling triggered, didn't care about loving bonds that were becoming inaccessible. In this mode, he had to take great care not to hurt anyone nor to destroy something in his vicinity. Anger, pain, sadness were so intertwined that perhaps their names sought to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of those emotions. His palm curled in a fist smashed against the tabletop. "No one has asked you for any kind of help, mother."

"That's because we all know she would never ask for help," Aslaug sighed deeply, sipping on her beloved wine. "And it's not only about you, Ivar. We planned to place Ubbe in your place because he is the oldest, but since he is so popular among women, there is no point in hurting the girl," she explained and got up to walk closer to him. After cupping his cheek, Aslaug smiled. "You should be glad, love. You will have a wife."

“Like I would need one,” Ivar barked back but placed his palm on top of hers, caressing still smooth skin. “It’s good as it is now, mother. I already have a woman nestled within my heart though.”

Aslaug frowned a little, looking at him. "Who? That thrall? The one that is fucking around like a common whore? I am more than sure she fucked with all three of her brothers, if not with the whole Kattegat."

Ivar let out a loud snort. “It’s you, mother. You’re the most important woman in my life. I don’t need anyone else.”

"One day I will be gone. Someone needs to take care of you once it happens, love," the queen sighed, stroking his cheek.

Ivar got up slowly, looking hard into her eyes. “Just so she would be aware: if any woman appears here, I’ll snap her neck.”

After these words he slowly limped back to his chamber, cursing under his breath at the strong pain within his legs.

Aslaug simply rolled her eyes at Ivar's behaviour.

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She bit her lips crossing the gate of Kattegat.

She should be happy! She's going to marry one of Ragnar's sons, it's a great opportunity for her and her family. Yet she was scared and mad. How could someone have decided about her own life and heart?!

So there she was, standing in front of queen Aslaug and her sons while her father told the woman whatever she wanted to know. This was uncomfortable.

Ivar refused to leave his chamber; he still didn’t sign the truce with the idea of his mother. The very last thing he needed or wanted was a random girl lurking through his chambers, wanting nothing but new dresses and demanding attention. And he wanted to raid! With his brothers and father.

The girl went red as her father tried his best to present her in the best way possible. "Queen? If I may... When will I meet my... Future husband? I honestly can't wait," she lied with a perfectly faked smile, looking at the queen's sons. If one of them was going to be her husband, it could be nice.

Aslaug smiled softly and sighed deeply. "Sadly, I have no idea when this will happen. My son decided to be stubborn today."

The girl blinked, shocked.

Hvitserk pushed Ubbe’s side with his elbow, leaning closer to his older brother. “She’s not bad. Looking good, redhead, sweet babyface. Would certainly check what she’s hiding beneath that dress.”

Ubbe couldn’t stop himself from giggling. “You know it’s possible, right? If our brother will be cold towards her, we’re going to warm her bed in the process.”

Suddenly everyone gathered in the throne chamber could hear a steady sound of crutches hitting the wooden floor. Soon, Ivar, all dressed in black, entered the chamber.

She frowned a little looking at the young man.

Of course, she heard about Ragnar's youngest son, the cripple, but she hoped for one of the older boys. Maybe Ubbe, hell, she would even take Bjørn Ironside himself, but the cripple?!

"Queen Aslaug? I was sure we talked about her oldest son," her father said.

"That's true, but the decision changed. It doesn't matter which of my sons she will marry. The arrangement stays the same," the queen replied rather coldly.

"What?! Is this some kind of a joke?!,” the young girl whimpered loudly, getting everyone's attention. "I won't marry a cripple! How am I supposed to have children with him?!”

Ivar stopped for a brief second, listening to her whining. “Here we go then!” He offered her a cold grin. “Believe me,” he said, checking her from the bottom to the top, “If I knew they wanted me to marry such a thrall, I’d have never agreed on that. Just look at her. You look like a beggar. I told you it’s not a good idea, mother,” Ivar walked closer to the queen. “She is here for a few moments and she’s already whining like a drowned kitten.”

"And you aren't better," Sigurd muttered, looking away.

Girl blinked. "A thrall?! How dare she, cripple! I am Earl's daughter. You're not only a cripple, you're also blind."

Aslaug sighed deeply, massaging her temple. "I do not care if she agrees or not, Ivar. You will marry her whether you like it or not," the woman growled slightly, tired of Ivar's behavior. "She will stay here so she two can get to know each other a little. Better be nice.”

“I’ll try to not kill her,” Ivar promised sweetly, at the same moment throwing a cold glance to the girl.

Ubbe stopped his youngest brother by catching his shoulder. “Behave. She’s very pretty and comes from a wealthy family.”

“If you want to have her dick wet with her juices, she can have her, brother,” Ivar snapped back, leaving the Great Hall.

The girl rolled her eyes. You were sure that this relationship would be hard and pointless but she still expected more.

When Ivar was gone, she was left alone since her father wanted to finish everything with the queen and return home.

She decided to take a look around, just to know where she will be living from now on.

After an hour or two she returned to the Great Hall and there she was caught by Ubbe who wanted to talk with her. He was nice, for sure nicer than her soon-to-be husband.

She talked with him for a moment until she noticed Ivar returning to the Great Hall.

“... remember, anytime,” Ubbe smiled at her, winking a little after giving her a piece of advice.

Ivar grunted under his breath; even from a distance, he could see the girl that was supposed to become his wife flirting with his older brother. “Fucking love birds,” he mumbled to himself, slowly limping toward his home.

“Oh, Ivar, there you are!,” Ubbe was the first one to walk closer to his brother. “Where have you been? We got worried.”

“Worried? About who? Your crippled brother? There’s no need to be worried about me, dear brother, I grew bigger balls than hers, and trust me, nobody in their right mind would want to mess with me.”

The girl scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. He was so rude and full of himself that it was simply annoying "Well, somehow there are people who care about her. For some odd reason,” she shrugged.

Ivar frowned, looking at her. “Ubbe, dear brother? Would she be so kind to make this bitch stop barking with that tiny, annoying voice of hers? It irritates my ears.”

Ubbe aimed a blow in the back of Ivar’s head. “Apologise.”

“Who? Her? Never.”

“Apologise,” Ubbe replied. “Or I am going to tell mother and she won’t be impressed.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “Sorry but next time do not speak without being allowed.”

"I will speak when I desire to. You won't keep me silent,” she growled back. "The only dog here is you. Trying to walk around and growling, trying to show how scary you are. Just so you know, it doesn't impress me in any way."

Ivar chuckled and looked at her with pity. “As I would care, woman. Better get used to my way of living because our parents are not keen on breaking this ridiculous agreement.” Ivar slowly limped back to the Great Hall, not looking back at her and Ubbe.

She groaned and rubbed her face. "You think Gods will hate me if I throw myself off the cliff or if I drown myself? Gods save me somehow!," She said to Ubbe.

He laughed shortly, darkly. “Don’t be such a pessimist. You need to have faith. Ivar is problematic and very hard to deal with but he has bright sides and deep inside he craves to be loved, with all of his flaws.”

"It doesn't look like it. Ever since he saw me he has called me names,” she sighed deeply. "Maybe I should just return home."

“Give him a chance. You’ll see that he is not that bad. Of course, it will take time to develop any feelings but do not give up on him and the relationship so easily,” he replied.

"It would be easier if he wouldn't act like a mad dog trying to bite right into my throat,” she said softly. "I honestly hoped for one of you to be my husband... But Gods hate me."

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One sleepless night was fine, Ivar would rather be dreaming of course, yet this night became one extended moment of ponderance. He embraced it. He felt all the reasons why his soul was so perturbed and asked how he may navigate better. There was yet no response to the questions he had been asking for years.

Ivar felt a very unpleasant tingling within his abdomen; he knew it was caused by his cruelty towards that girl he was supposed to marry soon.

One part of him wanted to search for her and apologise while the other ignored her existence.

Ivar had been torn apart for years. But now his insecurities started escalating.

After rolling all over his bed for some more time, he let out a loud grunt and sat up, looking for the crutches. He realised then that probably one of his thralls moved them aside so they would not fall on the floor, waking him up.

Ivar reached for a black, wool sweatshirt laying at the wooden nightstand and he put it on. After that, he crawled out of his bed and crossed the room to reach the door.

She received her room, which was nice. The whole day she dreamed about a soft bed and some rest, especially after meeting her future husband. He was already so annoying, how was she supposed to spend the rest of her life with him?! Would Gods forgive a murder? Or any other mischievous act that would help her get rid of him quicker? Maybe he could die soon? He was a cripple in the end.

She pushed these thoughts aside and nuzzled to the pillow, covering herself with thick fur. It was time to get some sleep, maybe tomorrow would be better? For sure not, but maybe, so long as she’s got hope, there is always a chance for a better future.

It was hard to fall asleep. When she did fall asleep, she was awake again, it was getting annoying.

At some point, she heard an odd sound and then noticed the door opening.

That was it, her punishment was coming.

It wasn't the punishment though, but it was Ivar himself, crawling into her room. In the first moment, it took her off guard that she almost fell off her bed.

Ivar crawled to her bed, and using his strong arms, he got on it. “Why are you not sleeping?”

"Because someone is crawling into my bed like a snake?” She asked, frowning. "What is it? Did you come here to stab me? Or maybe to strangle me?"

He frowned a little as his hand travelled through his thick hair. “None of these. I came to you because I have rethought my previous outbursts and I have wanted to tell her that I don’t mind you being a girl and speaking your mind but you should rather think twice before you pass judgement.”

The girl listened to him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you don’t mind me being a girl? Oh, thanks Gods because I was scared my soon-to-be husband prefers men," she rolled her eyes.

He cocked his brow, looking at her with pity. “Can you quit being so offended? Believe me, you’re not the only one hurt in this situation.”

Ivar looked at her with his steel-blue eyes. “And if you keep on with being so negative, I can assure you it is not going to work. I like tough girls.”

She blinked surprised by his words. "Me offended? You didn't even come to greet me and once she did, she insulted me, for no reason. I think I have the right to be offended or negative."

“Whatever you say,” Ivar replied and simply reached his hand out to put it to her cheek. “You know, you’re very pretty.”

The girl growled quickly. Honestly, she wanted to bite him in the hand but the kind word surprised her. Smiling a little, she nodded. "Thank you.."

“Would she remind me of her name? I’m afraid that in this entire mess I have lost it somehow.”

"You haven't even heard it once," she reminded him with a smile. "My name is Freya."

Ivar nodded, acknowledging your name. “Suits you very well. You’re the only woman who is more beautiful than the goddess herself.”

She couldn't help but laugh at his words. As nice as they were, it was silly of him to think she was more beautiful than Freya. "Ivar. I wish to be more beautiful than the goddess herself but I am not that beautiful. But…," Freya hummed and gently touched his cheek. "I can honestly say, you are handsome. You have beautiful eyes."

Ivar’s blushing was a kind of flowering, the sort of pink that brings champagne roses to the imagination. The colour-infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and his steel eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring. “Þakka,” Ivar replied shortly, his eyes never left hers.

Freya giggled and gently caressed his cheek. "Maybe... Would you like to stay here? Talk a little or just get used to each other?” She suggested with a little shrug.

He considered her offer for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling. He knew he had never been good in conversations, especially with women but since the girl was about to become his wife one day, he decided to agree. “If you don’t mind.”

Freya nodded and moved the thick fur aside, letting him join. Once he did, the girl smiled and wrapped the fur around him.

“Thanks,” Ivar replied, laying down on his back. He tried to avoid her glance so he glared up at the ceiling.

She took a deep breath and got comfortable next to him, also looking at the ceiling. "So... Soon we will spend every night like this. Together."

“Apparently,” Ivar replied quietly.

"I never wanted to do this…,” she said quietly. "My father told me about the wedding on our way here. I wanted to run away."

“I bet it would have been even more awful when you realised your future husband is a cripple. It can be seen, today, that your misgivings were justified,” he raised corners of his lips in a sad grin. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first one. Most people here are either afraid of me or take me for a freak.”

"I... I didn't mean to, Ivar. Just…," Freya sighed and shook her head. "Forgive me. I was just scared and surprised. I was brought here without my consent. You may not care because after the wedding you will probably just take care of your stuff. I will be here alone. I am still scared."

He grunted deeply in acknowledgment. “I have nothing to forgive, it’s natural to be afraid of things we do not know,” Ivar slipped a hand under his head to find a more comfortable position. “I understand your concern. But from the moment you were brought here, you’ve gained some new family members. As I saw, you connected well with Ubbe already,” Ivar added nonchalantly. “Don’t be scared. I am aware I have made a very bad first impression though… And I’m sorry for that. It was not my intention to scare you or treat you the way I did, but just as you, I have my concerns, as well.”

He let out a deep sigh. “Once I was told that a real king treats his woman like a queen, one who makes her a "peasant" is a poor imitation of a man. I certainly want to be the first one.”

"Whoever said it was a very smart person and Ubbe… He is nice but that's all," the girl nodded and looked at him. "What concerns do you have?”

“I tend to let people down, not to mention everyone hates me,” Ivar replied openly but frowned shortly after. “I have no idea why I am even speaking about this. “I’m full of rage, you need to be aware of that though,” the man added quickly. “Never be afraid of the rage that is fire, for my fire burns hot and dies very fast. After such an inferno you will be able to walk over the cold ashes to my side and I will be nothing but cooling water for your soul. Should you ever find my rage cold, a frozen fury that burns. So, my dear Freya, be schooled by the flame so that you never know the torment of the ice…”

Freya watched him while listening to his every word carefully. Was she scared? Maybe a little but she could be difficult sometimes too. So maybe they did have something in common, after all.

The girl slowly moved her hand under the furs and then she took his palm gently.

Her action made him turn his head to face her beautiful face. His eyes glistened with little sparkles of reconciliation.

"Let's... Let's just make it work…," she requested quietly. "It's already set in stone for us by our parents. Even if you will never love me…. Let's try at least...," Freya whispered. "Maybe something will change one day. What do you think?”

The switch from reaction to reflection, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the deep sigh Ivar let through his parted lips. “The only thing that stands between true love and debacle is our capacities for empathy and creative perspective taking,” Ivar replied. “As long as you want to put all of you in this, I’m going to do the very same. I can't guarantee it'll work though but there’s no way to know for sure without trying, right?”

Freya nodded, squeezing his hands. "I promise to put all of me into this, it's not like I have anything else left."

Ivar nodded slowly. "Good. I think we have a deal."

She couldn't help but giggle. "We do. And let's hope it will work just as we want it to work."

Glædelig Valentinsdag || Modern!Ivar x Fem!reader

Summary: Ivar is the reader's boyfriend and they both are spending Valentine’s Day together.

Warnings: None, if not counting Ivar who doesn’t give a shit about flowers 🤷‍♂️

Words: 1,6k

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

Valentine's Day is so fricking dumb it almost melts my mind, thought Ivar to himself, crossing another alley in the florist store to pick some beautiful flowers for you. All those cards, chocolates, sweat-shop lingerie items, all made Ivar feel so done with the modern world. It's right up there with Halloween, let's screw paying respect to the dead, and sell insanely overhyped costumes!

As much as he hated all those silly holidays, he was still about making it amazing, just for you. He knew well that you were a fan of Valentine's Day, so he set up with you for the evening and already spent half an hour by the florist store.

A lady working at the place approached him and asked whether he needed help.

"Yeah, actually I do," Ivar replied. "I'm looking for flowers."

The lady blinked, tilted her head, and chuckled softly. "Well, sir, we have a lot of them," she made a little circle with her palm, showing the entire exposition to him. "What flowers do you have in mind?"

What flowers do I have in mind, ha, he thought to himself and grimaced a little, being already tired with her unnecessary question. "Ahm. Just flowers? Haven’t been thinking about the type though. Flowers with a nice scent that will look presentable, I guess? The price is no concern, I just need the biggest bouquet for my girlfriend."

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Cute tops, tight jeans, dresses, jewellery, and hills were scattered all over the bedroom floor. The once neat and clean room looked like a locker room during the fashion show.

You groaned loudly, looking into a big mirror on your wall. The dress you were wearing now was cute and pretty but not pretty enough for Valentine's Day.

Of course, you were aware that love ought to be celebrated every day, but this particular date was fully dedicated to demonstrating love.

Once you picked out the right dress, there came the even worst part of the preparation: make-up and your hair. Luckily, all the beautiful people from YouTube for once were helpful, and finally, you were ready.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ivar came to pick you up.

He had planned the entire evening just for the two of you, trying to find a place for as many romantic activities as he could ever think of, not counting sex. This year he decided to go for the emotional aspects and not only the physical ones.

He picked the number of your flat on the intercom and waited for you to pick it up.

You immediately picked the intercom up and let him in.

Before he got to your flat, you had to look into the mirror again to make sure everything was neat.

He knocked a few times, and once you opened the door, Ivar offered you one of the best smiles he could make. "Hi, Y/N. Here, these are for you," a young man handed you a huge bouquet of red roses.

You gasped and accepted the bouquet, immediately smelling the flowers. "Oh, thank you, Ivar. Please, come in for a moment, I will put them into water."

He rubbed his palms together and stepped into your flat.

Ivar wasn't a fan of the place you lived in; it was just a tiny apartment consisting of a small bathroom, little kitchen, one larger room that served as a living room, and a bedroom.

He looked around and smiled to himself, noticing a photograph of the two of you that hung on the wall in the living room.

He remembered the moment when the picture was taken very well. You and he went to the Tivoli the year before, and one of your friends snapped the lovely picture of you, with your arms wrapped around Ivar's neck, laughing as he was picking you up.

You put the flowers into a big vase and smelled them one last time.

After that, you walked to the mirror once again and improved your make-up and dress.

Then you grabbed your bag. "I am ready. What do you think?"

"Are you going to go out without your coat?," Ivar chuckled. "It's freezing outside."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your coat putting it on. "Well, I wanted your opinion about my dress but thank you for reminding me about my coat."

"Your dress is beautiful, fits you perfectly."

"I know," you giggled and smiled at him. "Shall we?”

He offered you his arm, nodding. "Sure."

* * * * * * * * * *

The first thing he did was to take you on a walk, he picked Tivoli Gardens as the destination. "Can you believe it? Two years together."

"Honestly? I can't believe it, I was sure that this would be a short relationship," you sighed.

He stopped and looked down at you, his eyebrow raised. "What made you think that way?"

"Well, when we started dating you, I heard a lot about you from other girls. I was scared that it wouldn't last too long."

He rolled his eyes theatrically, grimacing. "And of course, you had to talk with other women about me."

"Hey! Shall I pretend I don't know you?” You asked and playfully poked his ribs. "It's not my fault everyone knows my boyfriend.'

He nodded, and you continued the walk along with one of many paths in Tivoli.

You smiled. "Ivar?"

He looked down at you.

You gave him a sweet smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Even though he didn't show it openly, his heart melted with your sweetness.

"Ok, Y/N. Since it's so cold tonight, let me take you for a coffee and a piece of cake."

Ivar took you to a cosy café where he ordered himself a piece of cheesecake and espresso and earl grey and apple pie for you.

You got comfortable on your chair and looked around with a smile.

You loved this place, it was your favourite, to be exact. "You know. I have a gift for you."

He stopped with his hand raised halfway to his lips, looking at you above his cup.

"It's Valentine's Day after all," you shrugged and reached into your bag. After a short moment, you pulled out a box and handed it to him. "Glædelig Valentinsdag, min skat."

He took a sip of his coffee and set the cup aside, accepting the box from you.

Inside there was a watch, not a cheap one for sure. After all, you worked your ass off a lot to get it. "I hope you will like it.'

His lips parted as he gasped. Ivar's glance moved back to you. "Y/N..."

"There is something on the back," you said happily.

He slowly turned the watch.

A short message was engraved on the back.

I love you & hope this watch will remind you about it

He smirked proudly. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't expect such a gift. It's beautiful," he said, taking his watch off to try the new one. "Fits perfectly. I love the stripe."

He then reached into a pocket of his black coat, pulling a little box as well, offering it to you.

"Ivar... You didn't have to," you stuttered, taking the box to look inside.

You found a necklace and a pair of matching earrings made of rose gold, wolf-shaped.

"Oh my God, Ivar. Thank you! They are so beautiful!"

He smiled and looked out of the window.

Ivar smiled, seeing that it started snowing. Snow danced in the light of a nearby street lamp, conducted by the gentle wind.

"I think it's time to go. Maybe you would...," You shrugged with a soft smile, "Would you like to go to my place? We could watch a movie."

You didn't have to ask twice. "Sure thing," Ivar replied with a nod.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ivar paid for everything, and you two went to your apartment. You knew he didn't like it, but what could you do - it was your home after all.

Once the two of you got there, you prepared a couch and some snacks.

After picking a movie, you sat down on the couch, smiling at Ivar with a blanket in your hands. "I am ready for cuddling."

He let out a soft chuckle and opened his arms for you. Soon, he was watching the movie, with your head resting on his chest, stroking your shoulder.

"This is the best Valentine's Day in my whole life," you said quietly and looked up at him.

"They say that if you want to melt ice, you gotta be warm. And this is what you have done to me; you sparkled the forgotten emotions I held in myself," Ivar replied within a soft tone, playing with your hair. "I love you, and I enjoyed today spent with you. Even though I planned much more for us to perform, I'm content with the final result.”

When you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his body, he snuggled in. In your embrace, the world stopped still on its axis, and that was what Ivar needed. "You're the only person I know that gives indefinite hugs." He let his body sag, and his muscles become loose. "Jeg elsker dig."

Reunited || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

Summary: After hearing about the event on the Mugen Train, you rush to Rengoku's estate to see your beloved.

Warnings: none

Words: 2626

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

In spite of your stubbornness, you continued to hiss with every step you took. After dealing with demons yet again, you should likely go back to your own home or recover at the Butterfly Mansion under Shinobu's care.

You walked forward despite the pain in your chest caused by at least two broken ribs.

Because you had so much on your mind, you hadn't been able to visit Rengoku's estate any earlier.

The news of what happened at the Mugen Train made a loud echo throughout the entire Demon Slayer Corps.

When you heard that, you wanted to drop everything and run back to Kyojuro immediately.

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Senjuro heard your wobbly footsteps and smiled widely when he saw you. "Y/N! You are finally here." Your arrival was on time, and he wasted no time in running up to you to hug you tightly. Hissing, you returned the hug, glad to see him too.

"Are you hurt?" Boy asked immediately, looking up at you.

Your smile was sweet as you replied, "I am fine, and I really missed you too."

"Brother will be pleased to see you." He said slowly. "He was getting worried that you hadn't returned."

You followed Senjuro to the estate and told him, "I'm here now. No need to worry."

A shoji door that served as the entrance to a room was partially open, allowing you to see into Rengoku's chamber.

The walls were a light beige, and there were few paintings to break up the long expanses of neutral colors.

Hashira slept on a futon, light cotton mattress on the floor in a variety of grey shades.

While Senjuro looked worriedly through the door, he said quietly, "He's mostly sleeping. I know that's what he needs right now, but it worries me."

"He needs to recover; a lot of things have happened as I heard. Don’t worry, it’s normal." You assured, rubbing the boy's shoulder in a comforting manner.

The boy nodded and sighed sadly. "I will make some tea for you, but are you sure you don't need any help? I see you shaking."

You smiled as you shook your head. "The trip was tiring for me. I will go to him."

With concern in his eyes, Senjuro nodded and walked away.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly entered the room.

As he was still sleeping, you decided to wait near him, maybe your ribs would rest a little.

"Wounds and injuries have a way of amplifying the most primitive parts of me while silencing the best. I am a tenacious individual. I work on myself. I decide who I will be. So, even though I am still in the process of healing, I continue to be brave, kind... And a little hungry." You could hear a once strong voice, now a little weaker. Flame Hashira opened his eyes and fixed them on you. "How about you, Y/N?"

After letting out a quiet sigh, you opened your eyes and looked at him. As used to seeing two wide, bright, fiery orbs observing you, the sight of the dim one made your heart break, but there was no time to cry now. "Well, I am hungry as well."

"We should ask Senjuro to get us something tasty."

“Oh, I'm sure he's already on it. I'd eat some great onigiri at this point, I haven't eaten in a while." You admitted.

"Life is a series of decisions. You never have unlimited options. or unlimited time to think, but what you choose in that instant defines who you are. So I'd love to have some tamagoyaki! Tasty!"

After he returned, Senjuro sat next to you and placed down a tray with two cups on it. "It's so good to see you awake, brother! She's being stubborn again."

Laughing a bit, Flame Hashira inquired, "Are you surprised? By the way, Y/N, I think you should be treated. It's not as if it all will just disappear. You need rest and good food."

As you moved in your place, you rolled your eyes. "It is nothing I can't handle, Kyojuro. You should be more concerned about yourself. I am fine."

He sat up slowly, letting out a quiet hiss. "I'm concerned about you, too." Rengoku said quietly. "Food?"

You began moving a little and hissing as well, saying, "I am more concerned about you."

Senjuro sighed heavily and shook his head in despair. He got up to leave the room and said, "I will prepare something."

"It must taste good!" Older brother reminded.

Following a moment of silence, you simply embraced him, ignoring your ribs or anything else that was bothering you. You nuzzled his shoulder, thankful that he was still alive.

"Be careful unless you want me dead, but there won't be anyone as experienced as me to save you all." Rengoku made a light joke while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm still worried. You need to go to Shinobu and get your wounds treated. Who did you battle this time?"?

"I was there, but I didn't let her stop me. Those are just slightly cracked ribs, I had it worse in the past." You pulled away and cupped his cheek as you examined his injured eye. "I've encountered a few demons. It is possible I was distracted when I heard about you. I wanted to reach you as soon as possible. Fear clouded my mind."

"Did they tell you?"

"Of course, word spreads quickly among slayers. This wasn't an ordinary mission after all. Even when I heard you are alive, I was madly concerned." You said as you couldn't seem to ignore the frown he was wearing. ”Fine. I will stay here to recover.”

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Several days passed.

Taking you under their wing and feeding you, Rengoku and his younger brother were devoted to you

It wasn't entirely easy.

There were a few times when you actually argued with Shinjuro. You were not the type of person who simply listened when someone made a negative statement about you, even if it was a former Hashira. You never got violent because of the cracked ribs and some respect you still had for the man.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Kyo! Don't be so tight... You're gonna break more of my ribs. It hurts!" You whined as he tightened the bandages around your chest.

"Well... It's your own fault, Y/N." Senjuro commented, bringing you a cup filled with medicine you received from Butterfly Mansion.

Glancing at the cup with a frown, you took it.

It resembled dirty water and tasted even worse, but you emptied the cup, making a loud 'bleh' sound and wiping your lips quickly.

The older brother replied, "You seem to be doing better. Soon you will be able to resume your duties."

You sighed loudly, as Kyojuro pulled on your bandages and secured them. "I can't wait. I have a very important thing to do. It won't be easy, probably impossible, but I won't let it go."

Clearly intrigued by what you said, the fire-haired man tilted his head to one side. "Tell me more."

You simply replied, "I'm going after whatever demon did this to you."

Smiling, he furrowed his brows and curled the corners of his lips. "I can handle it on my own. I'll heal and find the perfect opportunity to erase the demon from this world."

After bending too much, he let out a sigh and grimaced; the pain was still very strong and left a burning sensation in his head.

Despite knowing he would never return to demon slaying, Rengoku was too proud to admit all he needed was retirement.

"Lay down." You said, turning around to him and covering your bandages with your kimono.

The younger brother stared at both of you, visibly terrified. His hands were uncomfortable gripping the material of his clothes. "Really, you want to chase that demon?"

"Yes! What?! You think I can't catch him because of this?!" Kyojuro pointed to his injured eye. "And this?!" He pointed to his stomach. "I don't care what you think, Y/N! I'm the one who is going to chase him. Not you or anyone else!"

As a result of Senjuro's brother's outburst, he lowered his head, not wanting to aggravate him any further.

As you stared at Kyojuro, you were shocked. You had never seen him behave in this way before.

"Kyojuro. This is not what I mean, none of us mean it." You said, trying to touch his shoulder as you moved closer to him. "We need to act now, and it will take you some time to recover, love."

"Don't call me love, Y/N. Don't speak about things you have no idea about. And don't underestimate me."

You drew your hand back and nodded. Your attention then shifted to younger brother. "Come, Senjuro. You promised to show me a new recipe, remember?"

The boy raised his head slowly and gave you a small smile as he locked eyes with you. "Yeah. I remember. Let's go."

As you got up, you gave the boy an honest smile, trying your best to cheer him up or at least ease his stress level. You followed him out of the room, leaving Kyojuro to cool off by himself.

Rengoku felt he had become as calm as the wind, which, despite the fact that it is not calm in a gale, remains so. Strength and force, he reasoned, can be calm as well, because they are done with loving certainty for a reason. He was well aware that he had overreacted, but he wasn't used to being useless, harmed, vulnerable in any way.

During that time you helped Senjuro around the house and in the kitchen, just to get your mind off of the recent situation.

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As evening approached, you decided to check on Kyoujro again to see if he is doing any better. "Hey... I hope I am not bothering. I made some rice balls. I would try to be careful eating them." you joked, entering his room. “I made them.”

"Food!" Rengoku got excited at the information and he sat up, measuring you with the glance.

You chuckled and sat down next to him. "Food indeed. Just as I said, be careful. You know I am not best at making food." You reminded, passing him a rice ball.

He took it from the tray and immediately put a rice ball in his mouth. He smirked and closed his eyes after a short chew. "Delicious!"

As odd as it was, you actually liked this quirk of his. He used this little quirk to make being around him more interesting. "Glad you like it..." You bit your tongue to avoid using 'love' yet again.

He nodded his head a few times. "Very tasty. Rice has a nice texture, spilling on the tongue into small grains. Delicious." After having another three balls, he wiped his lips. "What do you plan?"

"I'll definitely return to my duties once I recover." You shrugged. "The demon was the upper three, this death will be a useful revenge."

"You're too weak to face an upper rank three demon."

You blinked, feeling a little humiliated that he doubted your skills so strongly. "Thanks, Kyo. This really helped me."

"You're not that experienced, that's the fact."

You rolled your eyes, crossing arms over your chest. "Is it really your only concern? Or you simply don't want me to go?"

"My concern for you is evidence of our loving bond, and I hope you understand it as such."

You sighed. "Me getting here with my ribs broken when I could easily rest is proof of that bond. You know I care deeply for you. It's not just a friendship anymore."

He stroked your smooth skin with his thumb as he placed his palm against your cheek. "I just can't lose you."

You covered his palm with your own, letting out a quiet sigh. "I could not lose you too."

"A healthy soul is marked by deep and real concern. I am fortunate to have had a good teacher."

Listening to him, you smiled. It was odd, but you liked it when he spoke like this. "I know you did. That's why you don't want me to go after the demon? Fine, but if I somehow cross my path with him, I won't let him off easy."

As he tapped your nose, he offered you a piece of the rice ball, acknowledging your reasons.

As soon as you finished eating the rice ball, you called out loud, "Tasty!"

Kyojuro nodded in appreciation as he smiled. "You're a fast learner!"

He offered you his arm so you could lean on him.

Making sure to be extra careful, you did so. You didn't want to hurt him. You asked him quietly, "How do you feel?".

Hashira smiled as he replied, "For someone whose stomach was ripped apart by a demon's hand, I'd say I'm doing pretty well." As his fingers entwined in your hair, he massaged your scalp.

While trying to enjoy his closeness, you smiled softly and rolled your eyes. "I love you." Your voice was just a whisper. There was no reason to keep it in any longer.

"They all do!" He chuckled and cracked a quick joke. "You are aware that I have a very special relationship with you. I've developed strong feelings for you. I'm proud to say you're my significant other. We have a lot in common. And you're lovely. You can also cook delicious meals!"

Blushing and nodding, you replied. "I am proud to call you my significant other as well."

Rengoku leaned in and kissed your cheek briefly, saying, "Love transforms my emotions into good thoughts that build my better self."

Listening to him was becoming a bit overwhelming, so you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss.

He let his eyelids drop down and returned the kiss, shouting "tasty" when you parted lips.

It made you laugh.

Senjuro was concerned about you. Brother's sudden outburst was unusual, so he walked over to the shoji door and opened it just enough so he could see inside.

You glanced over towards the open door, noticing that someone else was curious as well. "We have a spectator."

With a quiet sound, the door immediately closed completely after the boy went red.

"SORRY!" Senjuro said loudly. "I wanted to make sure you two were okay. Please forgive me!"

"Don't worry, Senjuro! Everything is fine!" the older brother assured the boy, but his attention quickly returned to you. "Once you're healed, we'll be a great team. I'll help you train, and you'll slay all of the demons until we get Kibutsuji."

Your eyes met his and you nodded. "I might as well leave it all behind and just come live with you here."

"I must decline the offer and opportunity, as tempting as they are. Our purpose is to protect people from demons, that's what we do. Once they are all dead, we can rest and enjoy ourselves."

You said, "I know, I was just teasing you, but I really hope this is over soon." You smiled. "Now let's get some sleep. We need it."

"We can always try to have some amorous congress instead." Hashira winked at you a bit. "I love you, Y/N, and my heart is full knowing you're alright."

"I love you too and as much as I would love to..." You smiled and gently patted his belly, getting a quiet hiss from him "It's not easy with this and my ribs. We need to wait for a little while."

Since he agreed with you, he held you close at the end of the evening.

When he was asleep, you simply watched him, happy that he was still alive and with you.

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Nathan 'the lemur tamer' Drake

Wonderful @annaasi asked me to write something short about Nathan interacting with Lemur. We all know that this boy loves those cute animals! 

BIG Thank you to my wonderful boyfirend @arthurbristow for helping me with this. He played Nate and for me he did AMAZING JOB! I love you sweetie! ♥♥♥

“Okay, Nate, stop,” Elena said, grabbing her husband’s arm to stop him from making another step. She knew that Nathan was in a rush to save his older brother from Rafe’s hands, but she also noticed a shaky gait that Nate had since she found him in a river. “I know you want to save Sam, but you need to sit, you being all wobbly won’t help us,” Elena summed up, forcing him to sit down on a nearest rock.

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Baby Sister || Sam Drake x Adler!Reader

Summary: You’re the baby sister of Rafe Adler. It’s been a while since he was imprisoned in Panama jail in an attempt to get a clue on his treasure hunting. Missing him dearly as he is the only family member that left you, you make your way into the prison to meet with Rafe. Unfortunately, he isn’t happy seeing you. The entire situation ends in you and Samuel Drake getting a bit too close to one another.

Warnings: Smut! ♥

Words: 4194

Authors: Cass & Rouge

PART 1

It has been half a year since the day your older brother, Rafael Adler, was imprisoned in Panama prison.

Missing him dearly, you begged the director of the facility to let you meet with your brother. It took you several visits to gain man's trust of not being smuggler of any kind, and in the end you've gotten a permit.

That day the gates of Panama prison opened for you widely, and two guards escorted you directly to a meeting room.

Dressed in a black, flared dress that reached half of your thighs, and flat, white sneakers, you stepped inside the outpost.

There was a horrible kind of climate of fear and paranoia there, it made a cold shiver run down your spine.

Some nasty comments addressed to you by prisoners while you were following the guards along a desolated corridor made your involuntary gag reflex harder than ever before.

Soon, the three of you have reached a huge, steel door. One of the guards opened them with a key that was previously attached to his belt. You were allowed inside, and as soon as you stepped in, you saw Rafael standing next to the window, he was peeking outside, at a prison yard.

"Rafael!," Your voice was nothing more but a quiet mumble.

Rafe wasn't happy, not even a little bit.

He knew there were problems coming when he heard from Vargas that there was a young girl begging to let her meet with a brother.

"What are you doing in here, huh? I told you to stay away from it, does your little female brain have problems with processing words?,” He growled, crossing arms over his chest. The last thing he needed now was his little sister dragging him and the whole job down.

Without regard for his rough words, you approached him and simply nuzzled to his chest.

The gap between the two of you wasn't too big, yet he was 5 years older than you.

Since when he was gone from your family home, you had to take care of yourself, and it was rather a thankless task. You didn't know what to do, and cried thousands of years after him.

Even though his attitude towards you was always harsh, you loved him dearly. He was your only family, and he was a role model in your eyes.

You and Rafe exchanged a lot of letters, he assured in them that he missed you equally much as you did miss him.

"It's been so long, brother. I was so scared you might be hurt... You stopped responding to my letters, so I did everything to be allowed in here... I just had to check whether you're in good health or not..."

Rafe rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

"Are you done with yapping? I told you I am busy with Drakes, I am not going to waste my time on silly letters," man added, looking at you. "I left you home with everything you needed. I even hired this stupid butler just to make sure you won't die out there."

Rafe tried his best to get rid of you. Yes, you were his only family member, but most of the time you were a bit too much to handle for him. Following and nagging him. "Do you need anything?"

"I missed you... That's all," you whispered sadly and quickly took a place on a metal chair standing at the tip of a metal table. "The butler won't replace my brother, in any way. The house is so huge, so empty and cold without you being there," you lowered your head.

Anytime he was raising his tone on you, he was guilt-tripping you. You were only a girl, and even your desperate attempts in getting his attention (like trying to study all the stuff he needed in his so called work), you were always pushed aside in the end.

"If that's all you can go back home. I really don't have time for sensitivity, I didn't come here for pleasure. I. Am. Working. Here!," He said loudly, hands clenched in fists.

Rafe honestly had enough of you already. You're always coming to him because you wanted to show pointless stuff, or you needed something. It was driving him crazy sometimes.

Lowering your head, you bit your lower lip hard. You closed eyes for a moment, trying your best to hold the tears back. You never knew what you have done wrong in your lifetime to deserve such a treatment from his side.

When you cooled down a little, you got up, and not looking at him you walked to the door and banged them to let guards know the visit was finished.

"It was nice to see you all well after all," you whispered.

"Sit down," Rafe said suddenly, pointing on the metal chair. "Now," he ordered harshly.

Blinking and being taken aback by his sudden interest, you looked at him above your shoulder.

In the same moment one of the guards peeked inside.

In Spanish you thanked him and assured it won't take you long, because apparently your brother wants to tell you something.

As soon as the door was closed again, you took a seat.

"Now, stay here," he muttered, briefly patting the top of your head. "Don't even move," Rafe instructed before leaving the room, he knew the guard won't be a problem. Rafe paid a lot to get himself and Drake brothers in here after all.

A few minutes later the door opened again, but this time it wasn't Rafe. It was one of Drake brothers, the older one to be exact.

"Hello? Rafe said that there might be a nice lady to talk to?," Sam hummed and looked at you with a cigarette slipped between his lips. "Hey."

You frowned, but remained quiet, and didn't even shift in your spot. You observed the man, and you did recognise him after many of your brother stories. It was probably Samuel Drake, the older from Drake brothers. The one who had to be an expert in pirate stuff that Rafe needed so desperately in his work.

You licked your lips, and tilted your head a little. "Where's Rafe?"

Sam moved the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. "Um, I don't know. He said there is a nice lady here, and went on with his stuff. I'd come with my little brother, but sadly he is busy as well. You would love him, he is younger and more your age, but of course not as charming as I am," he winked and sat on the chair right in front of you.

In the first impulse you wanted to get out of the room. You were all alone with a complete stranger. Rafe has left you to the wolves again, you weren't even surprised. Instead, a rage was filling your soul.

But then a realization came to your mind; if this was one of Drake brothers, you could prove your brother your real value by trying to get some information from this man. You decided to play a little game.

You rested your chin on your hand. "So you must be the older from Drake duo," whispering, you tilted your head aside and smiled on h sweetly.

Sam nodded with a smile on his lips. "Yup! Samuel Drake at your service."

Sam heard about you, mostly about how annoying you were, but here he was, right in front of you. You were sitting in front of him in this beautiful dress, you looked cute to him. "So... He left you here? All alone?"

With a little shrug a little sigh came along. "As you can see," you looked down on your hands and rubbed them together. "My brother was never an effusive person, especially not when it came to me," adding, you slowly got up from your place and walked to the window.

Sam nodded slowly. "I can tell, we spent some time together and honestly I am surprised. I am an older brother myself, I would die for Nathan," he summed up.

Listening to his words, you peeked out of the window to see a few guards with guns patrolling the yard.

You turned to the man that was trapped with you in a room, slowly bending your ass against the low windowsill. "Your brother's lucky then."

Sam watched you without saying a word.

You decided to take over control. Knowing the place he was in, you assumed it must have been a great while since he held a woman in his arms. Playing with emotions was something you were thankful to Rafe for teaching you.

You walked to the man and simply took a seat on his lap. Gently playing with his sideburn, you licked your lips. "I've heard you're a specialist from pirates. Is that true? Are you currently looking for a treasure? My brother was telling me you're good at this."

It was happening quickly, but he didn't mind at all, they all were locked down there for a bit too long, and he surely missed the woman's company. "Yes, I am a pirate expert, and yes, we are looking for a treasure. That's why our asses are stuck in here."

"I was always interested in my brother's work, though he didn't want to share anything with me," you whispered in a sad tone. "Do you know where to look for this treasure or whatever it is?," You asked sweetly after a moment of silence. Your fingers trailed up and down his chest.

Sam chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Listen, little one, I know you tried to find out something so you could tell your brother, but sadly that ship has sailed. Rafe knows about everything we do," Drake shrugged, patting your hip.

You blinked a few times, his words surprised you much. Shifting slightly in your place, you bit your lower lip, and looked him in the eye.

Sam grabbed your chin, his thumb gently stroked it. "What's wrong, Y/N?," He asked simply.

"I...," You mumbled and went quiet. You felt like a complete idiot. First, you tried to seduce the man to get information about him. And he figured your plan out so quickly.

Your eyes glistened as you gazed at him; he was a handsome man.

"Want me to get you out of here? I can walk you to the guard station. Just talk to me," Drake stated, rubbing your back.

You didn't know how to behave. Taking he was an enemy of some kind, you should have kicked him right in the balls. But on the other hand, he was kind to you all the time, even if you tried to mock him. "Yes, please," you asked politely.

Sam helped you get off his lap, then he got up and walked you to the door. Sam even opened them for you. "Honestly, pity you don't want to stay longer, but it was a pleasure to meet you after all."

You stopped him from opening the door fully. You didn't know why you acted this way, but an urge grew within your body. It's been a while since you were with a man as well. You didn't know why, but this guy was turning your head upside down. "No," you whispered and closed them, you leaned your back against the steel.

Sam chuckled. "Are you like one of those typical women that don't know what they want?," He teased you.

Blushing, you turned your head aside.

Thinking about your past, you knew you made a lot of mistakes. You knew it was wrong to blindly follow your brother's will, yet you did.

But now you wanted to decide for yourself. At least once in a lifetime. If he left you alone, like a prey you seemingly were to him, you had a right to use the situation as well, hadn't you?

You wrapped your arms around the man's chest and nuzzled him.

Sam wrapped his arms around you.

You were cute, the whole 'I can't decide' thing was getting into him.

Sam grabbed your hips and picked you up to take a good look at you. "Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"I have never met a man as handsome and mysterious as you," you mumbled openly, giggling as he picked you up.

"And I have never met a girl as sweet and small as you," Sam said, surprised at how light you were. "So, what shall I do with you now, huh?," He hummed nuzzling to you. Sam was aware of your intention but he wanted to hear it from you.

"Put me down, that's first," you asked calmly, and as soon as he did, you looked up into his eyes. He was twice your height, towering over you like skyscrapers over a block. "Second," you pretended to be thinking hardly, "if I'm Adler, and if you're Drake, then we can think about some nice way to bury the hatchet."

"Well, that would be nice if we would have any 'hatchet' to bury, love, and we have none," Sam said, looking down on you. "I have never seen you before and if you will try to play around some more I will simply leave."

"What am I supposed to say?," You whispered.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N. Rafe told me to take care of you and I will gladly do this," Sam muttered with a mischievous grin.

You smiled at him and tilted your head aside. "Take me to my brother."

Sam rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette.

Soon, he led you out of the room and took you to Rafe.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, even Drake had enough of you?," Rafe asked deeppy annoyed as soon as he spotted you entering the yard.

As your brother was sitting with a few men, you excused them and tugged on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?," You asked him in a lowered voice. "Who the fuck I am for you? A fucking toy you can toss everywhere and to anyone you want?," You asked him as you walked aside for a bit.

"I never asked you to tag along, you always followed me like an annoying little brat you truly are," Rafe growled. "You are an adult, go get a life and stop following me," Adler said, not even trying to be quiet.

Sam frowned at the whole situation. He didn't know you too long, but he was more than sure you didn't deserve such a treatment.

Clenching teeth, you swallowed hard. And shortly after, you aimed your brother a robust slap right in the face. Glaring up at him, you snarled. "You're deluded, brother. Think about this when you'll be fucking rotting here, all alone, with no one to reach a hand toward you. A fucking lone fool. Remember, there are still things you can't buy with your bloody cash."

You were surprised by your own behaviour and the fact you dug in your heels against Rafael.

The next moment, you stormed off the yard.

Rafe didn't take it to himself, he didn't care. "One problem less," Rafe summed up before returning to his mates.

Sam was the one to run after you. "Hey, hey. Wait, you can't just walk alone. Not here," he informed you simply.

"What can happen?," You snarled in a response. "If I'd vanish once and for all, he'd be the one to dance happily on my grave."

"You can get hurt here, and please, don't say that," Sam grabbed your arm to stop you. "You can't act like this only because he's a dick."

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want to," you turned to face the man.

"You are an adult, you are free to do what you want, but it doesn't mean you can waste your life just because your brother is a dick. You should show you are better than he thinks you are," Sam explained.

You listen to his words. The man seemed very wise and very down to earth. Definitely your type.

Without thinking too much, you climbed on tiptoes, pulled him by a collar, and crushed your lips on his.

Sam gladly kissed you back, after a moment he pulled away with a smile. "I did not expect that," he admitted.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you grabbed his palm. With a mischievous grin, you pulled him behind you. With a corner of your eye you spotted a guard leaving one of the rooms, and you decided to risk it all, pulling the man in that direction.

Sam wasn't really sure about it, they had things to do and they were treated like normal prisoners, but he followed you anyway. After all, you were sweet. Sweet enough to make him go after you. "You are a crazy, little girl."

You simply pushed him inside the room. You decided that if there would be anyone, you'd lie quickly that the man was leading you to the exit and you two messed the way.

Fortunately, the room was empty. As soon as the door closed right behind the two of you, you pushed the man on the wall. You once again climbed on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time you let your tongue dance with his one a little. And you had to admit that he was an amazing kisser.

Sam kissed you back, grabbing your waist. He gave you the possibility of dominating him in the kiss.

But then he picked you up and soon you were pressed to the wall. "Time to change places, sweetheart."

Humming willingly, you let the man press you to the wall.

As he broke the kiss, you gasped loudly, sadly, as the contact was lost.

Sam smiled at you before dropping to his knees, he wanted to take his time with you, but sadly he couldn't. It wasn't a five star hotel, it was a prison after all. "Let's see what are you hiding there, princess," Sam hummed before moving the skirt of your dress up.

You licked your lips and parted them, observing his actions. He was so sure of what he was doing, it impressed you very much. As the blush hit your face, you let your eyes closed.

Sam teased you through your panties, just a little bit to get you ready. Then he pulled your panties aside and attacked your clit like he was a starving beast.

You gasped and instinctively muffled yourself by putting a curled hand to your lips. He gave you a new sensation. Of course, you did have sex, but only oral one and only with your former boyfriend who was just as inexperienced as you. Sam, on the other hand, was playing with you wisely, discovering a new level of desire to you.

"You like it, huh?," Sam asked, playing with your clit.

He raised to his feet, looking at you with a cocky smile.

"I wish I could eat that sweet pussy properly but looking at our poor position. This needs to wait, you are wet for me anyway," Sam winked and picked you up, pressing you to the wall.

At this moment Sam was thankful that his prison uniform was loose and easy to remove.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he picked you up a little. Your legs wrapped quickly around his hips as your hands rushed to tug his pants down. Oh, how much he was turning you on! "I need you, so much!"

"Oh you will get it, babe. I can promise you that, you will get whatever you need," Sam assured you before pulling his pants down, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was standing proudly. "How much do you want it?"

"So much!," you gasped and reached out to grab his erected cock. You gave it a stroke or two, your palm wrapped tightly around his shaft. You tried to guide him right inside of you.

"But keep your hands up here, babe. I'll do the work," Sam instructed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You simply relax and sing for me."

After those words Sam started to slowly penetrate your sweet pussy, he could feel that even if you had sex in past, a guy did a poor job.

"Hell! Fuck!," You moaned quietly, right into man's ear. A cold shiver ran along your spine. "Fuck, oh God!," You were moaning louder and louder. "You're so big! I can't take it!," You kissed the man's cheek, and moved to suck on his neck. His skin tasted with sweat, but you didn't mind.

"Oh I can bet you can take it, “ he hummed, rubbing your belly lovingly. "And a bit more than just my cock. Just relax," Sam purred, giving you one hard thrust before returning to gently pace. He didn't want to hurt you in any way.

"Ah!," You mumbled and nuzzled to his neck. Instantly, as soon as he made a hard thrust, you felt how wet you became and that your walls got loosened a bit. You tried to cool your breath down.

"You see? I told you that you can take it. Such a good girl," Sam smiled at the nice feeling of your walls loosening a bit around him. Knowing this he started to move faster, Sam knew you can take it. "You are doing a great job, babe,” he hummed, moving his hand into your hair to pull them gently.

You wrapped arms tighter around his neck and gasped right into his ear. He felt so amazing in you. He stretched you oh so well! "Fuck, fuck, so good, so hot, fuck...," You raised your tone a little and rolled head back.

Sam chuckled at your moans and cupped your cheek to make you look at him. "Oh, I know this all, sweetheart and I can say that you feel amazing around my cock,” without more unnecessary words Sam pulled you into a kiss, he was getting close to his climax.

You cupped his face in hands and kissed him. The kiss was messy, rapid. You gasped for air when you broke the kiss. "Oh, God, something is.... Oh, my God!," You mumbled as your walls started clenching.

Sam smiled against your lips.

"Oh, you poor thing, no one ever made you reach your peak? Let me show you how the real man does it, you'll love it,” he hummed, his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit. "Just don't hold it, babe."

You rolled head back, your eyes shut closed, your lips parted and thighs squeezing man's hips. Your nails dug into his back where you scratched him. "I'm cumming!," You screamed.

"Good girl,” Sam hummed into your ear. His hips didn't stop to move even after your climax. "Now, tell me, do you want to be a good girl or do you want me to fill you up?"

"I want to be a good girl," you whispered. "Please!"

Sam let out a sad sigh, he expected a bit more from you. "As you wish. Pity ‘cuz I am not a fan of good girls,” he slowly pulled his cock out of you, Sam gave himself a few strokes before painting your clothed belly with his warm, thick seed. "That was good."

You licked your lips and gasped, immediately you went down to your knees and wrapped lips around his shaft. You only smirked and bobbed your head back and forth, sucking on him.

He moved his hand into your hair pulling at them. "This feels nice but that's enough, Y/N. You sucked me dry, babe."

 You ran the tip of your tongue along his shaft for the very last time.

Sam chuckled and helped you get up. Pulling his pants up he looked at you, of course he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "That was something girl," Sam hummed, puffing out some smoke.

You looked at him innocently. "Did you... Enjoy it? Truly?," You looked like you were seeking confirmation in his eyes. It was your very first time with a skilled man and you felt so exposed.

"Oh, I did enjoy it. Truly," he said and kissed your cheek. "I promise you one thing: as soon as we will be out of this hell - I will find you and we'll play some more."

"You somehow know where to look for me," you bit your lower lip.

At this moment the door to the room opened and a guard rushed inside. "What the fuck!"

"I told you she is here just wandering around. I knew she would be a problem," Rafe said to the guards with his back pressed to the wall, Nathan stood next to him completely confused.

You shrugged. "I pressed on him to go there, I thought this is where the exit is," you explained, laying smoothly

Everyone looked at you. The guards frowned and grabbed you, simply dragging you away.

Before you were pushed outside the outpost, you turned your head around. "Thank you for

guiding me

, Samuel!"