Notes : u read the title, I've seen very few of these fairy tale au things being written (maybe that's just my crap searching skills) but I've only read abt 2 that I rlly remember, I mean one of my favorite doujinshis (kutte yarou ka) is the fairy tale au but for some reason I haven't written abt it yet :/
Mild angst for a lol bit but it goes on for like a page and then we good >:^
Also! Art above not mine! The credits go to dakiarts!
Anyways I hope I enjoy this, ya kinky mofos (I'm kidding ily), and have a nice day/night/morning/evening what ever :)
Baiiii I luv uuuuuuu. U and only U, mwah, ily :>
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Kirishima loved the forest in autumn. He loved the lush green trees swaying in the late autumn air, the crisp steams swishing away, birds chirping and flying away for winter.
He loved the way the weather shifted, as the days went on slowly but surly the leafs turned from emerald to rust and floated their way to the ground, light as a feather, stiff as a board.
He loved the way that the sun was warm yet the breeze was chill, and how the ground crunched under his feet. How critters scurried around the forest bed floor, packing the rest of their food and cuddling into their dens.
He liked to skip down paths, humming his way to Mr. Taishito's place (although the redheads elder had insisted time after time to just call the man fatgum like everyone else, eijirou had refused and instead still called him mr.taishito) with a picnic basket in his hand and ingredients in it.
He had seen the old man around the village and had asked him how to make a certain dish, Mr. Taishito had told little red to come by his home to learn, no menacing intention, fat (Mr.Taishito) was a kind man who everyone knew meant no harm unless necessary.
So the redhead bought the ingredients he was told to and headed home, then went to bed. Mr. Taishito had told the redhead how he was busy that night working so he would have to make the dish with the redhead the next day. Eijirou had agreed and reassured the blonde it was fine.
Eijirou looked down at the directions the man had given him. On a small sheet of paper Mr. Taishito had given him the direction to his home, and apparently he lived in the woods, something about loving to connect with nature and how good always tastes better in airy places.
Eijirou smiled to himself as he agreed with what the man has said in his mind, skipping down the path then turning left at the point where the path split off.
He looked around at the dense forest around him and sighed happily, his small red cape swishing behind him. He heard a rustling in the bushes behind him and he turned around, only to see the bushes still and nothing there. Eijirou shrugged it off and kept walking, swinging his basket from side to side and looking down at the map.
Hushed footsteps followed the cheery redhead discreetly, sharp carmine eyes locked onto the redhead and his basket like the human was the wolfs prey.
The redhead hoped his way along until he met another cross road. He looked down at the paper he was given and took a moment to decipher his elders rushed hand writing, before going to turn right.
He kept his head down reading the paper for a moment, before seeing a pair of shoes in his peripheral's, looking up only for his face to smack straight into a torn white shirt. "a-AH!" The redhead yelled as he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet and landing on his butt.
He looked up to see dark carmine roses staring him down. The golden pollen in the middle being eclipsed by skinny midnight ovals. A splash of moonlight covered up a tiny bit of the flower, adding life to the rose. Eijirou saw the rose
Floating in an ivory white puddle, the current was settled and gone, letting the flower stay in place, locked onto the redhead on the floor.
