The Favor of a God Pt. 1

Pairing: WolfHybrid/ForestGuardian!Kirishima x FemmWitch!Reader

Word Count: 1K

TW: slight mentions of violence. This is just a setup for the rest of the story. A lil’ bit of fluff at the end ❤

Author’s Note: This is one I started months ago and haven’t had too much motivation to finish. Maybe getting it out into the Tumblr void and people expressing interest will inspire me to actually finish! And it WILL get spicy so this is still 18+ MDNI!!!

Eijiro Kirishima hated humans. The small, foul-smelling menaces were a constant threat to the forest he was bound to. The forest was part of him… much like a mortal’s arm is connected to their body. So when the forest spirit saw you entering his lands from high on his windy clifftop, he was immediately suspicious.

He quickly shifted into wolf form and began his descent, fur bristling along his spine. He thought that leaving hunters along the edge of the tree line missing their throats was an effective deterrent. In fact, it had been years since one of your kind had dared entered here… Eijiro thought to himself that you were either ignorant to the tales of a viscous wolf-god who ate humans or had a death wish. He’d soon find out, he mused, licking his dagger-like fangs. He began to salivate at the thought of tasting human flesh again.

He could hear the rustle of leaves before he saw your cloaked form flitting through the tall trees. However, what puzzled the spirit was the smell… or to be more accurate, the lack of smell. Human smell was something he’d never forget. It burned his nostrils and made his eyes water. The smell of their pheromones and sweat and oils was abhorrent to him… so when the calming smell of herbs assaulted his senses, he questioned all together just what he was dealing with…

He sniffed, raising his muzzle to search the air for any signs of foreign smells… he closed his eyes, and a small whimper slipped through his teeth (surprising himself)… beneath the smell of herbs and flowers, he smelled… well, he smelled YOU. He’d never before encountered a more delicious fragrance. His mouth watered and his pupils engulfed his crimson irises. He wanted to feel your fingers in his fur… he wanted to run his nose along your thighs to inhale the source of your entrancing scent… he wanted to mount you, and….

WAIT…

What was he THINKING? You were a human. You were vile. Your kind brutalized the land and tore down everything that he was created to protect. He shook his head as if it would rid him of the scent that had invaded his entire body. He set his mouth in a grimace, determined to make an example out of you to other humans who were stupid enough to enter his home.

You walked and walked, deeper into the forest than any other human had been before. Ejiro told himself he’d let you come this far out of sheer curiosity. He wouldn’t admit to himself that he longed to see the face behind the hood. Finally, after what felt like hours, you stopped in a clearing and knelt. His head cocked to the side in confusion.

You laid out a woven cloth and placed various vials and crystals and herbs atop it. You were meticulous with how you arranged your materials. Eijiro had never seen a human act in such a strange manner. The next thing he noticed was that you carried no weapons or axes… if you weren’t here to take his trees or his creatures he protected, what could you possibly want?

He stayed watching as you bowed your head and lifted your hands in reverence… his heart did a little somersault in his chest. Were you… worshiping his forest? Several conflicting emotions washed over him at that moment, but he wasn’t able to process any of them before you slowly removed your hood.

You were stunning… your features were calm and delicate, not ugly and twisted like the hunters or the ax wielders he’d devoured before. He noticed how your hands worked, measuring out herbs, pouring water from a flask into the tiny bottles. As you worked he began to feel it… he felt the magic radiating from you. You had a faint glow all around your form as you prayed and worked. Gold tendrils snaked from your body along the forest floor, infusing everything they touched with energy. You were pouring your love and devotion into his forest, and in turn, into him.

Eijiro stood frozen in the edge of the clearing until the ceremony was over and you began packing your things away. As you clasped your bag shut, your eyes wandered over to where he stood. You were in awe at the magnificent creature. You knew immediately he was a spirit, a guardian of the forest. Your wide, surprised eyes met his flaming gaze. In an act of submission, you knelt before him.

“Great spirit,” you began, head still hanging low, “I beg permission to enter here and worship the mother tree. I swear to you that I bring no harm with me. If I ever do,” your head slowly raises, “slay me where I stand.” With that, you pulled out an ornate dagger, sliced your palm, and squeezed a few drops of blood into the soil.

The wolf spirit was truly stunned. How did you know exactly how to approach and communicate with high-ranking guardian spirits? You were a complete mystery to him. You raised your palm out towards him and he sniffed the shallow wound. It smelled like honey and lavender. His mouth watered and before he could register what he was doing, he licked over the cut… tasting the delicious blood and healing it at the same time.

“Thank you, Great One,” your warm smile and the devotion in your eyes caused a warmth to spread in his chest. A giggle escaped you as his wet muzzle met your neck, sniffing you all over while his tail wagged behind him.

“I guess this means I am welcome to worship here?” you spoke into his dark red fur as you scratched his sides. His eyes met yours again and he bumped your chin with his cold, damp snout. Your smile cast warmth over his whole being.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Eijiro promptly curled up beside you in the soft grass and laid his head in your lap. You knew you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon… but who cares what else there is to be done when you’ve won the favor of a god?