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eirist · 1 year

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As It Was

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (A bit suggestive but tolerable still)

Note: AU. I am currently in love with the song As It Was (Prep’s version) and had it on repeat. You know that certain instance when you’re listening to it and suddenly a random scene for your OTP will just playout from out of nowhere. That’s what happened here.

I know it’s late. But this is a Happy Valentine’s ZoNa piece and my supposed entry to the ZoNami jukebox event in here.

And yes, this is a companion fic to The Cat Burglar one-shot (#30 in the Little Bits and Pieces collection). Enjoy!

Summary: She couldn’t pinpoint when was that exact moment when something between them shifted. All she knows is that it’s not the same as it was.

Nami quietly watched the scene outside from the tinted window of the car as it sped past the crowded street. The weather was a bit cold tonight, yet she was surprised to see a lot of people still loitering about enough to cause a slight traffic.

She chewed at her bottom lip—a bad habit really, whenever she feels edgy—and folded her arms on her chest, creasing the front of her coat at the movement.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes Nami-senpai.” The driver, Bartolomeo, politely informed her. They were on their way to her apartment and he must’ve sense her impatience… or saw it from the car’s rear view mirror.

“It’s alright,” Nami smiled at him. Usopp had told her before that he was in-training to become a low-rank official hence the chauffeuring them around stint. “Don’t worry about it.” She wasn’t that much in a hurry to be honest. She got nowhere to be tonight of all nights.

Her gaze riveted back outside, silently observing the people hurrying to and fro while holding flower bouquets and gifts in heart-decorated wrappers with big red bows around them.

It was Valentine’s night. And here she was, braving the traffic so she could get home after sneaking out of the party at the Mugiwara estate to spend the rest of the night soaking in a nice, warm, bubble bath with lighted candles around her and glass of expensive red wine in one hand.

Normally, she loves attending those parties and spent time there mingling and rubbing elbows with the rich, flirting with handsome, gullible guests and steal a thing or two from them before the party ends… but tonight she was not in the mood.

Maybe because a lot of guests there tonight have dates and she unfortunately and accidentally ran across some pairs cozying it up in some of the vacant rooms like five times already.

The mansion has numerous rooms! Why the hell did she keep stumbling into one that was already occupied by dry humping people?

She decided to just call it a night. Honestly, she can’t take seeing one more pair in a state of undress. She doesn’t want to barge into another quickie session or she’ll start charging them for using the rooms in the first place.

Besides, what’s with all those horny people? She didn’t see any oysters were served for dinner earlier.

Unless their gluttonous boss was able to get his hands on them… or if someone intercepted it on their way out of the kitchen…

Wasn’t Sanji-kun in charge of the food tonight?

Nami rolled her eyes when it clicked into place.

Thank her lucky stars Bartolomeo was around, ready to drive anyone anywhere at a moment’s notice. When Luffy motioned for his top men to go upstairs for a private meeting, she decided to high-tail it out of there.

Speaking of that…

“Hey Bart,” she called out to the Mohawk hair-styled man. “Got any idea how long that meeting’s gonna be?”

“Uh…” Bartolomeo scratched his cheek, looking apologetic as he glanced at Nami from the rear view mirror. “Apologies, Nami-senpai. I’m not sure about that.”

“Oh. Alright.”

“But it looks like it’s gonna take longer than usual,” he continued on. “I heard Luffy-senpai’s brother arrived earlier.”

Nami settled back on the seat, thinking. “If that’s the case, then it’s gonna take some time.” She pondered more for a moment. “Hey can you swing by Baratie first? I want to get something to go.”

“No problem, Nami-senpai,” Bartolomeo nodded. “You want me to call first so they can get it ready?”

“I’ll do it,” Nami pulled her phone out of her purse and dialled the exclusive number for the restaurant Sanji-kun had given her.

If she’s going to spend tonight of all nights alone, she might as well splurge for herself right?

A haggard-sounding chef answered her call. She reached inside her purse for her lipstick while she was enumerating her requests. Her fingers snagged an unfamiliar object and she pulled it out to look at it.

Nami stared at it for a long time. When the call ended, she already made the decision on how to best enjoy herself tonight.

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The scenery outside the window changed as the car made a smooth turn to the right and began an uphill climb. They had left Baratie about fifteen minutes ago and was now driving along a rather lonely road with thick trees bordering both of its sides.

There wasn’t any lamp post on the area and only the head lights of the car illuminated what was ahead.

But Nami wasn’t afraid. Not a bit. The road was private that was why no one was allowed to use it. A few minutes passed and a black, large gate loomed before them.

“Nami-senpai,” Bartolomeo called her name to get her attention. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Nami grinned at him. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re off the hook.”

“But…”

“Just trust on this me alright?”

Bartolomeo looked hesitant but Nami only motioned for him to continue ahead.

He nodded weakly, just as the gates opened for them. He drove the car inside and in a few more minutes, he was circling the driveway and pulling to a stop in front of a dark house.

He stepped out of the car in a flash to open the door for Nami and assist her in getting out.

“Thank you,” she winked at him. “And don’t worry I’ll handle it,” she assured him with a pat on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here Nami-senpai?” Bartolomeo asked again in an uncertain tone. He swallowed a lump in his throat. If something happens to her, Luffy-senpai and the others would make sure he wouldn’t die a peaceful death.

“Yup,” Nami nodded as she scanned the house in front of her while Bartolomeo waited nervously beside her with the paper bag from Baratie and the bouquet of flowers the wonderful head chef Zeff had given her.

She slipped out the keys she found in her purse earlier and she could swear Bartolomeo’s eyes widened as looked at her.

“Y-you got the keys to this house?”

She winked at him again and brought her forefinger to her lips, a sign to keep his mouth shut about it. Nami motioned for him to hand her the food and the flowers before heading towards the front door.

“Just try not to rat me out ok?” She reminded him before slipping the key inside the lock.

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The temperature outside seemed to drop some more as the night wore on. The tall, thick trees surrounding the vicinity didn’t help with that at all… they only made it colder.

But Nami seemed oblivious to it as she turned the key. Either it was tolerable or she doesn’t mind because of the coat she was wearing. There was a clicking sound as the key unlocked the door and she pushed it open.

What idiot still uses only one lock for their front door when keypad locks are a thing now?

Not that any of those will stop her. She can pick a lock and override a keypad as easy as one, two, three.

She stepped inside the foyer, just as Bartolomeo pulled out of the driveway to head back to the mansion-slash-headquarters in the Mugiwara estate.

Nami flicked a switch to her right and the whole floor was immediately bathed in warm white lights.

“I’m home!” She announced in a sing-song voice to no one in particular. She snickered at that. She knows the house is empty… save for her. With one hand, she was able to shrug off her coat and left it on the couch.

Nami caught sight of her reflection in one of the mirrors lining the wall that was separating the living room and the dining/kitchen area. She had to admit, she looks dazzling tonight in her sparkling gown. Too bad no one will be able appreciate it.

Her high heels made click-clacking sounds against the marbled floor as she made her way to the other part of the house. She set the paper bag and the flowers down on the kitchen counter top and looked around.

It was really a gorgeous house and it was a shame it was not being appreciated enough.

She had seen enough of it to fall in love with it. With high ceilings and glass walls, it had a great view of the outside especially at night time where you can see the city lights.

And you can also see the Mugiwara estate from there. Which is no surprise at all because the area where she is now, belongs to them.

The house was smack in the middle of thick trees, giving it enough privacy. And it didn’t matter if all the lights were on because it can’t be seen from the outside. You won’t even know it is there.

It was a perfect hideaway place.

Nico Robin told her that it was Franky who designed and built it. That’s why everything inside and outside was set to perfection.

She unwrapped the bouquet Zeff has given her so she can replace the almost withering flowers in the vase on the middle of the dining table. She’s going to make the most of her stay here, so that means everything has to look good.

Nami discarded the flowers in the trash and proceeded to set the dining table with the exquisitely made, hand-crafted plates she was sure Sanji-kun was the one who was responsible for.

Come to think of it. This house has something from everyone from Luffy’s core group. She’s sure the flowers from earlier were Robin’s flower garden.

She moved purposely for the next few minutes: setting the table, selecting an expensive red wine from the wine collection, pouring some in her glass before proceeding to arrange scented candles in strategic locations and dimming the lights to give the place a more subdued ambience.

Everything was perfect.

Then she left the kitchen—one hand holding her wine glass while the other clutched the bottle—and she went upstairs. She casually strode towards the empty bedroom and headed straight to her main objective.

Because hands down, this place has the best bathroom, the best bathtub, along with the best view for a relaxing bubble bath. It would honestly put any expensive hotel to shame.

All thanks to Franky.

She raised her wine glass in salute to her comrade before downing it and proceeding to prepare a luxurious bubble bath for herself.

A few more minutes and a blissfully content Nami was submerged in the large tub, wine in hand, eyes closed while a soft music played from the bath’s hidden speakers as the calming scent of the candles she lighted wafted in the air.

It feels like she was being lulled to sleep. It was so soothing. She could honestly live like this for the rest of her life.

At times like these, she can’t help but think that working for the Mugiwara family was one of the best decisions she ever made.

How long had she been with them? Two years? Two years since that green-haired man walked into her bar and whisked her away in a world more dangerous than before.

She had honestly thought that was the end of the line for her. But surprisingly—and thankfully—it was her excellent skills at thieving and treasure hunting that saved her.

And when they found out that she’s also a genius cartographer. That sealed the deal.

When she was brought in the presence of the Mugiwara family’s head… to say she was shocked was an understatement. He wasn’t what she was expecting. Nor what she heard through the grapevine. Especially when Monkey D. Luffy made an offer to her to join the ranks of those working directly under him.

After all, it was a waste to not to put all of her skills and knowledge to good use.

She made a choice to join him.

And she loved every minute of it.

Though there was a price to pay… she had to let go of her bar, as joining him would definitely place her in a tight spot with the other families who usually frequents the place. It would definitely make her a target and put her in more danger.

It broke her heart to shut it down. The bar was something constant in her life. It was her safe place despite how crude and violent her customers were. But she understood that sacrifices need to be made if it will bring her closer to her dream. And if she played her cards right, she might reopen it again in the future.

“Why are you here?”

Nami’s eyes shot open at that voice. Deep and cold as ice. It send shivers up and down the spine and not in the most pleasant way. She had seen men tremble at the sound of it. Seen enemies almost shit their pants when they hear it.

But…

Nami pouted at the intrusion. She moved her head slightly towards the bathroom doorway and her eyes settled at the tall, green-haired man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She inwardly cursed at how stealthy Roronoa Zoro can be. She didn’t even hear a car pulling up the driveway.

She just threw him a smirk, batted her eyelashes at him and purred, “Welcome home baby.”

Zoro just scoffed at her attempt to tease him. She grinned as she settled back in her bath and watched him marched inside, removing the cuff links from his shirt and dropping them haphazardly on the sink countertop.

Nami rolled her eyes at his carelessness. She’s pretty sure he’ll be losing them in the next few days. Just like all the cufflinks that came before them.

“Why are you back so soon?” She wondered out loud when he started to pace around the room, shedding articles of his clothing like a snake and leaving them on the tiled floor.

He had the gall to snort at her question. “It’s my house.”

Nami puffed her cheeks at that. “So? Shouldn’t you still be at the meeting?”

One steely eye narrowed at her as he began to pull at his tie. “Shouldn’t you be anywhere but here? This is called intruding you know.”

The orange-haired woman only chuckled at that. She shifted from her relaxed position, resting both of her arms at the tub edge so she can watch him idiotically try to choke himself with his tie.

“Hmmm… I wouldn’t call that intruding if I have your keys.” She declared in a cheeky tone.

Zoro stopped fumbling with his tie and glared at her. “Why do you have my keys?”

She sighed exasperatedly, leaning her head on one arm. “Because you are an idiot?”

“I’m not an idiot!” He immediately retorted and Nami threw her head back to laugh at his expense.

“Only idiots leave their keys anywhere for others to grab.” She threw a smirk his way and he frowned at her.

“I’m pretty sure you nicked that from me.”

“Oh,” Nami feigned surprise at his accusation. “Me? Steal something from Roronoa Zoro’s person? Hmmm… you flatter me.” She winked at him.

It is fun seeing this usually unrattled man get flustered whenever he’s up against her in a war of the words. Working for Luffy made her realize that Zoro wasn’t all that he seems.

He wasn’t all ruthless, uncaring and cold. That was reserve for their enemies. And also, for the newcomers who still have to gain his trust. Kami knows how long it took for her to acquire it. And it wasn’t that easy. How many times did her life had to be on the line and he had to save her ass before she was finally able to crack his supposedly impenetrable shell?

Too many to count.

But once she did, once he was able to look at her without that distrust in his eye... his company had been nothing but pleasant and rather enjoyable much to her surprise.

Especially when she realize how easy it was to take him down a peg or two.

“Stop fumbling with that, you’ll end up choking yourself to death,” she lost her patience when he still—for the life of her—cannot figure out how untie his tie. “Come here and let me!”

Zoro just glared at her. Again. He’s really unamused at how she’s getting too comfortable with bossing him around.

Nami, likewise, glared back. Oh he doesn’t scare her anymore like when she first met him. He had used up all that privilege in one go.

“Do not make me stand from here and pull you by that tie!”

Grudgingly he obeyed her, moving closer and leaning down so she can help him.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Nami narrowed her eyes at him as she worked on the knot around his neck. The silver tie looked so sleek on him. Too bad it can also be the cause of his death.

“How can you have difficulties with something as simple as this when you can maim anyone without even looking their way!” She complained when she was done. He muttered something under his breath. She wasn’t sure if it was gratitude or an expletive.

He pulled the tie away from his neck and grumpily threw it on the sink.

Nami eyed the innocent article of clothing that was now officially the bane of Zoro’s existence.

That cool persona of his was just really a front. Away from the frontlines, he was a downright bumbling… idiot.

“Need any help taking off your other garments?” Nami innocently offered. Now she wasn’t really sure if he can unbutton his shirt without turning it into a sort of battle royale.

His face colored and he spat out a really loud ‘no’.

Nami sniggered. “Come on Zoro. We are way past modesty here. See? You’re already undressing yourself right here while I’m taking a bath baby.”

“Stop calling me that!”

She burst out laughing at his outburst.

“You witch!”

“Yeah I know. Can it Zoro.” Her shoulders were still shaking as she tried to dwindle down her laughter. Boy, he was really making her night.

“Why are you still here?” Zoro was practically snarling his question at her. He’s probably had enough embarrassment for the night, care of her.

“Be nice Zoro,” she hummed as she settled back again on tub, lifting a feet up and playing with the bubble foam. She glanced at him and he was now leaning back at the sink, glowering at her. “And here I stopped by Baratie on my way here to get you a steak.”

“A steak?”

“Uh… steaks?” She corrected when he sounded dissatisfied.

He folded his arms over his chest and asked crankily. “Why?”

“Nothing much. I figured I needed to bribe you so I can use your bathtub.”

“You’re already in it.” Zoro pointed out.

“True,” Nami agreed. “Thought the meeting’s gonna take long enough for me to slipped out of here without you knowing and just leave you something as a thank you.”

“Didn’t take that long,” Zoro grunted and he reached beside him to pull open the smartly hidden cabinet which stored liquor bottles. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink from a bottle he just randomly grabbed. “Besides, Bartolomeo ratted you out.”

“Tch! I knew he would,” Nami said, playing with the bubbly foam in front of her. “He’s more scared of you than me.”

“Hnnn…”

“Don’t be too hard on him. It’s not his fault you lost your keys.”

Zoro was halfway into bringing his glass to his mouth to drink. “I’m not. And I told him I know you filched it.”

Nami smiled haughtily at him. “Maybe you should stop leaving it carelessly anywhere?”

“Tch.”

“Can I have my me time now Zoro?” She shot him her signature pleading look that never fails to make any man a putty in her hands… well except Zoro. “I promise I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I’m done.”

Zoro scrutinized her from the rim of the glass he’s drinking. Then he sighed.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.”

She blew him a kiss. “Thank you! Feel free to enjoy the steaks I brought. They are inside the paper bag. I already set the table for you in case you want to eat like you’re out on a date tonight.”

“It’s not a date if you’re alone.” Zoro grunted.

“Oh?” Nami intoned as a Cheshire cat grin lit her face. "Want me to call for someone to accompany you?” She offered in sickeningly, sweet tone.

Zoro pinned her with an icy glare.

“Or do you want me to accompany you?”

Zoro was silent for a moment, observing her. Then he set his glass down on the sink countertop and folded his arms over his chest.

“And what will that cost me?"

Nami leaned against the tub again so she can look at him straight in the eye, resting her arms against the tub’s edge. This time her grin is more mischievous than ever. And so is the look in her brown eyes.

"Diamonds from Jozu Island.” She answered without missing a beat.

The green-haired man stared down at her with a serious expression on his face. He looked like he was contemplating. Then he pushed off the sink and moved to approach her.

Nami was absolutely beaming as she gazed up at him.

It was just a joke. She just wanted to see him lose it at her inane request. It just feels sooo good to tease him. She wasn't even sure anyone can when she first met him because he was so... expressionless.

"Consider it done."

She stared at him incredulously. Her jaw dropped open from astonishment at his answer.

"Eeeh?!"

"You want it. You'll get it."

That was all he said before he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Stunned she maybe at what he said, she was still able to return his kiss eagerly. To be honest, she had been craving for it, for him, all night.

She was searching for him back at the party all night with the intention of pulling him in one of the deserted rooms. But certain responsibilities had prevented her from doing so. She then decided to just head back to her apartment and call it a night.

When she realized she had his house keys… she changed her plans. It was a long shot since Luffy’s meetings are notoriously long. She had little hope that Zoro will come home tonight.

But thank her lucky stars…

She couldn’t pinpoint when was that exact moment when something between them shifted.

All she knows is that it’s not the same as it was.

He only need to ask her and she would gladly join him for a late night dinner downstairs, even without those diamonds. She didn’t fix it just for one after all.

His fingers tangled along her wet hair and she vaguely felt him almost lifting her out of tub with the way he pulled her closer to him as he kissed her deeper. She fervently opened her mouth for him, so she can taste the alcohol he just had—still on his tongue—and him again and again.

When he pulled away, Nami can see familiar heat behind his grey eye as he looked at her intently. She was still pressed against him. The front of his black shirt was now wet.

“Been wanting to do that all night.” He drawled before planting a soft peck on her lips. “Join me downstairs?”

Nami grinned. “Hmm… why don’t you join me here first?” She suggested, licking her lips as she traced his with her thumb. “You can either you take your clothes off or I will step out of this tub and make a mess on the bathroom floor.”

Zoro answered her with a smirk as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

She moved away from him so she can watch him undress and admire every inch of his insanely toned body.

When he joined her in the tub, she was immediately in his arms.

“I still want those diamonds Zoro,” she whispered to remind him.

Zoro stared at her amusedly before giving her that half-smile she immediately fell in love with the very first time she saw it.

“I know.”

Her laugh was cut off by his lips pressing into hers again.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shot #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #zonamijukebox #roronoa zoro #nami

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fumifooms · 3 months

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Hi I adored your chilchuck/marcille fanfic, "grind me down sweetly", that was so lovely!! i ate it up with like no hesitation! i was wondering if you were considering writing more of them? thank you so much for all your work and thank you for sharing it with us!

First of all thank you so so much!! Every nice word and kudos mean the world to me, and for rarepairs they're all the more cherished 💖 And yes anon, I absolutely do plan on making more for them! As much as I can manage, a library's worth if possible. They're my absolute Dungeon Meshi OTP and Dunmeshi’s been my obsession for like 10 months now, I'm a huge shipper & I love making fancontent and yeahh it's not stopping anytime soon. Though I am a slow writer... And I really should get around to finishing my older non-dunmeshi wips too 😫

I’ve talked about marchil fanfic prompts/wips a couple times on here, and very recently even about a sequel to Grind Me Down Sweetly actually! The fic’s a lot about having a familiar routine with someone and sort of growing used to that, to knowing someone like that and with sharing his days and his living space with someone again, about growing open to the idea that maybe just maybe he and Marcille could have something in the first place. And it’s kept pretty platonic due to that and whatnot, but I recently thought that, since the arc of him becoming more aware and open to the relationship got done in GMDS, doing a sequel where we actually see the relationship grow more romantic would be cute!! Warming up to the romantic nature of their relationship like settling down into a cozy couch. And this time rather than coffee it’ll be centered around what all the best cafes have… Cats!

Gonna summarize the concepts of some of my marchil fic wips under the cut, if you’d rather go in blind when they… Eventually get written, then you can just stop here and safely be assured that I am 100% planning on writing more for them! Oh, btw I also take prompts and requests, though I can’t promise anything.

Alright so GMDS sequel: I think in canon both Marcille and Chilchuck have a special dynamic with Izutsumi, where they care after her, not unlike Senshi but with more feelings attached. With her traveling around, I feel like every once in a while they’d talk about her, dealing with the worry and the uncertainty. Marcille is like "My fragile baby bird out into the world… She needs to at least live to be 100 years old 😭" while Chil knows how it’s like and just trusts her to be alright, like with Puckpatti. And so!! Every time she sees a stray cat while strolling out her heart pangs… There are many strays in Chilchuck’s neighborhood, and with her pushing for it they start leaving some food out for them. At one point she sees one standing out in the rain all pitifully in front of Chil’s shop and she invites it in (to Chilchuck’s despair), and from then on it’s still a stray but it has a home to go back to… Until Marcille officially adopts it. And it can showcase Marcille and Chil’s growing relationship alongside that metaphorically, where she sorta moves in and they grow more boldly affectionate, and it’s like… Domesticating love… 😌 Man didn’t want a cat, a cat daughter nor a new lover, but they took a liking to him and were stubborn about getting close to him and now there they all are. I like to say that post-canon despite Chil living alone in his shop he gets a second family of clingy asses, and this is exactly what I mean. Vibe wise I’d like it to have that cozy energy of spending a slow afternoon at a nice quiet cafe on a rainy day, but we’ll see how I manage it! It’s not the highest on my writing priorities currently though.

Other marchil fic ideas I’ve talked about are… Following them on that time pre-canon where they went to shop for a pouch together would be cute. I have a long post talking about them being sick and caring for each other would be like and that’d make a fun whump fic too. He gets sick and she dotes on him, she indulges herself and kisses him anyways, and then of course he passes it on to her right as he gets better so then it’s her turn getting taken care of hehe.

This one’s more convoluted, so either Marcille invites him to a fancy social event at the castle as her plus-one (aka emotional support) maybe already dating maybe on the verge of confessing, OR they’re already dating and then Marcille’s mom visits them and it’s very sweet and maybe marriage talks happens~, but in both cases Chilchuck is going through SO much stress. Just Chilchuck’s heart being on the absolute edge of giving out, going through the five stages of grief over the banquet not having his favorite kind of alcohol and Marcille not letting him be an ornamental plant in the corner of the room and doing the bare minimum. Or having to engage with her mom and seeming worthy of being her lover as his shit is only barely pulled together after they hurry to ready his house to host her as a guest. And I have a bunch of wips where I tackle them properly doing a confession or a proposal… I was planning on making a comic about it even. Here’s a lil taste of them talking about getting into a relationship together~

And you know what, here are some new exclusive ones I hadn’t shared yet that I’d really like to get around to making

In the meantime if you want I have a ton of analysis and headcanon posts about marchil on this blog, and fanarts here, and @fumiku is my fanfic blog with updates + for fanfic related asks (which rarely gets used rip).

I have non-marchil dunmeshi fanfics I want to prioritize too, but idk idk I’ll see what I end up getting around to… I like having a new vision to offer with each fic, so I tend to prioritize fics that take a new angle for the same ship or tackle different characters and themes, so I can see myself pushing myself to do other stuff before falling back into my marchil comfort zone.

#ask #fumi rambles #fic updates #fic wip #marchil #I keep my fic ideas grouped in the same text file usually but the file for dungeon meshi ones was getting so loooooong and huge #I recently had to split all the marchil ones into its own file bc it was half of the whole thing and was getting out of hand lmaooo

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wataksampingan · 1 year

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Spoilers for Ep 68 because I really do have to scream somewhere

DID WE REALLY TAKE 68 CHAPTERS TO ONLY JUST GET A CLOSE UP OF THEO’S “I’M IN LOVE” FACE?

YES

IT’S A BLUSH AND HALF A SMILE

*WORTH IT*

PERRY IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO HIS FEELINGS AND HER OWN FEELINGS THAT YOU COULD SPELL IT OUT IN A FULL BLOWN 20 PAGE FLOWCHART, WITH ANNOTATIONS AND CITATIONS

AND SHE STILL WOULDN’T GET IT

(baby girl I love you; you’re so strong, and smart, and resourceful, and so very absolutely kind, it shatters all expectations -- but darling, you were up at a godforsaken hour worried about him so you went to check on him. When you heard the imperial representative was visiting, you immediately ran downstairs to see if he was alright, (implying your concern he would relapse because of the stress). You’ve been admiring his work ethic and responsibilities as head of a household he wasn’t originally meant to lead, to say nothing of all the various times you had to turn away because something in you noticed he was good looking.

Sweetheart, I think we can at least acknowledge you like him. Like, just a bit.

...no? You’re just worried about this man and his family because you have to stay with them for another 6 months? Not going to acknowledge that treating Theo’s beloved ward/nephew with such genuine care and affection is at least going to endear you to him? You’re not even going to ask yourself why Gloria and Phineas would have such a serious discussion in front of you without thinking about it?

You’re just... you’re just going to... ah. Okay. He’s just walking with you in the same direction. When he said he wants to walk with you, you think he just wants to know if you’ll keep his secret. And when he says you already said that, you’re just... confused. Why he wants to walk with you. And ask you about that trip you went on.

....okay, Perry. Alright. We’ll uh, we’ll pick this up again in another 60 chapters I guess.)

GOD I LOVE SLOW BURNS

do I really want another 68 chapters before they actually touch each other’s hands without gloves OF COURSE I DO BECAUSE SLOW BURNS ARE THE BEST WOUNDS TO SELF-INFLICT--

also that instant 180 change of expression from ‘Burn down this entire cursed empire’ to ‘my love just walked through the door and I don’t want to scare her with my face’? perfection, A+, 5 stars, no notes, I have been fed in the way only a Chinese-style eight course wedding dinner could fuck up your digestion and it has been GLORIOUS, THANK YOU ARTIST SEUNGU

but this entire chapter of OTP hinting just means something terrible is around the corner again and MY LIL HEART IS FIT TO BURST IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THESE BABIES

The strong implication that Phineas is Gloria’s actual son is also good to know. A friend and I had been theorizing that Theo and Saoirse’s father was the son of a previous wife, but at least now we know Phineas is Gloria’s, whether by direct blood or strong affection. Enough to the point that Phineas calls her “eomoni” when he’s exasperated.

...

[low pitched keening intensifies]

#my in laws are obsessed with me #my in-laws are obsessed with me #spoilers #I LOVE THIS MANHWA #IT HURTS ME IN GOOD WAYS

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jessahmewren · 11 months

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Alright, it’s time! 😝

I’m curious, if had to pick your top five otps/ships/pairings what would they be?? I get the feeling we’ll have some in common!

Ooh that's a really good one. Now I have to ask you a legitimate question instead of getting to your ask box and completely blanking bc I'm overwhelmed with work XD. Anyway. Yes, OTPs/ships/pairings.

Mulder and Scully (my OTP)

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham (my murder husbands mwha)

Reylo

The Pedro Pascal Multiverse of Found Children (Ezra & Cee, Joel & Ellie, Din Djarin & Din Grogu...I'm cheating and making them one pairing)

I used to really love Johnlock back in the day but these days I'm shipping Sylki (come on, season two of Loki) and Dinbo (really excited for the Mandalorian Season 4, also)

Really there are more but those five-ish are the ones that give me all the dopamine atm

Thank you for the ask!

#answered asks #mulder and scully #hannigram #reylo #cee and ezra #joel and ellie #din djarin and grogu #dinbo #loki x sylvie #And to be quite fair #Cee and Ezra have me in a chokehold rn so they really should be my number two #but i did not think things through

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thewertsearch · 2 years

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Ask Compilation 02/10

Yup! I just checked, and no new comics seem to have been unlocked since I first checked it out, so it seems like they all dropped at once.

@scouttf2isnamedafterjerma submitted: this is canon this really happened

LOVE when she said this, in the comic,

Sburb Glitch FAQ? Color me fucking intrigued.

Thanks! It’s going to be a long time till I can read any of these, of course, but I’m filing them away for later.

Imagine meeting an alien for the first time, and not only are they shockingly humanoid, they also have your hairstyle. And your glasses. And - essentially - your name. What could be up with that?

Refer to the chart, Terezi!

Although with your intuition, you probably know the answer to that question better than I do.

Oh yeah! That’s some fun foreshadowing.

I initially took that as a sign that the 8-ball was answering Jade’s question from an ‘out-of-universe’ perspective, but now that we have an in-universe explanation for its answer, I no longer think that’s the case.

I totally get why she’s the troll now. Hoping to see many more Vriska Incidents in the future!

She did say she was into apocalypses, and this one is even dice-themed. I wonder if this is merch from Troll Problem Sleuth?

Oh, god damn it.

Are the forums really completely kaput? It’s absolutely bizarre to me that no large-scale backup or archive was made, in the decade(?) the website existed.

I guess we’ll always have the Wayback Machine, but its coverage tends to be patchy for more obscure websites.

(For context: I got a question from @krixwell about the blog’s spoiler policy a week or so before the pause, voicing some worries about potential spoilers in asks. The tl;dr is that I’m alright with some minor spoilers - for example, asks about what my Homestuck Title would be, or jokes about the weird structure that the comic seems to take(?) later on)

We’ll see! I really enjoy the discussions brought up by asks, and I’ve had a lot of fun with Titles that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. I’ve been fine so far, but I agree that if I do get burned, I’ll reconsider.

I did dodge a bullet here, admittedly! Mind you, I think if I’d noticed this before the Vriska reveal, I’d probably just have been smug about puzzling it out beforehand.

Vriska decides to beat the Noble Circle at their own game, and becomes Vah’ru-Ee’skaie, eldritch horror of the 8th Dimension.

Gotta give the Homestuck Forums props for picking these troll names - there’s so much going on with each of them.

She is constantly Spaced out. Mind you, half of all Sburb Players have their heads in the clouds!

This relates to my theory that Vriska can only make people do things they already wanted, on some level, to do.

Hence, Karkat must have wanted to keep talking to her. Honestly, the idea that he still wanted to insult her is a pretty safe bet, and I think that’d definitely be enough for Vriska to work with, if this is indeed how her power operates.

Oh, that is a challenge and a half. The trolls all look really cool, with appearances that reflect their personalities really well.

However, this is an undertaking I’d rather take with all twelve troll designs at once. Come back to me when we have all twelve sprites!

Even if the the ‘games for girls’ thing was expanded on later, it’d be hard to prove it wasn’t a Hussie retcon. I love Karkat, but he’s a shitty teen, and it wouldn’t even be the worst thing he said today.

Vrish-ka just feels right to me. Damn it, I can’t believe that’s how my Britishness comes out. This is almost as bad as ‘sweeties’.

I love how this, coupled with the previous ask, accidentally implies that Sollux is British. Now that’s a headcanon I can get behind.

He’s picked the wrong gimmick, then - he’s meant to be ‘never wrong’, but I’ve seen some wrong-ass spoilers!

Yup, I’ve arbitrarily decided this is my OTP - especially given that Lord English has become a more prominent character recently. This is the arc this comic needs!

Forgot about that. Perhaps your lusus’ diet depends on its subspecies, and Vriska - in a matter that she’d consider fitting - rolled the lusus with the worst diet of all.

If we can pick our Aspect-themed powers, can I call dibs on ‘always has energy?’

True. Homestuck - the comic itself - has just one writer, though, so we shouldn’t be dealing with any Expanded Universe shenanigans.

I guess Hussie could answer differently every time you ask a given question, or write multiple conflicting backstories for a character, but that would make the comic sort of hard to engage with or enjoy.

I wouldn’t say it’s completely cut-and-dry that canon Midnight Crew implies canon Problem Sleuth. For one thing, the Midnight Crew isn’t even canon to Problem Sleuth!

I never considered that Godhead Pickle Inspector could actually be an imaginary entity, only ‘omnipotent’ in one sphere of reality. That would make sense, given his origins. It would be fun if he was the source of the dream magic which allows Jade to grow extra arms, since that’s pretty close to how Imaginationland works.

We talked about it! Just in an ask, rather than the main liveblog. Quite a lot of chatter goes on on those asks, so check ‘em out!

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

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The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 2.) The Family Rys. Part 2.

A few days later they ran into another problem. Their son was sick.

Kylo had been very clingy to his parents as of late, and after they came back from a date night, he was very fussy and irritable.

“Shhhh baby. It's okay.” Shanelle said, bouncing him on her hip, trying to soothe him.

“Any luck?” Marquise asked.

“No. He's still fussy,” she replies.

Marquise noticed that he was pulling on his ear.

“He's pulling on his ear.”

“I noticed.”

After trying everything the parents could think of, Marquise took Kylo’s temperature, and when he read it his face was grim.

“What's his temperature?” Shanelle asked.

“38.3° Celsius,” he replied.

“Conversion?”

“101°.”

“Oh my God! We have to call Nadia.”

“I’ll call her.”

Marquise called and spoke to the twins’ pediatrician, who advised him to take the young Prince to the ER.

“She said that we should take him to the ER, and she’ll meet us there.”

“Okay, I'll get him ready.”

“And I'll let Mom know that we’re going to the ER.”

Shanelle nodded. Marquise noticed the worried look on her face.

“It's gonna be okay.”

“I know. I just…” Shanelle trailed off.

Marquise pulled her and Kylo close.

“I know. So let's get ready.”

With that, Shanelle got Kylo changed while Marquise called a car and alerted his mother.

“Oh, my poor little turtle dove. What do you two need me to do?” Margo asks.

“Just be here with Zyon and Khari. I'll call you if it becomes anything more serious.” Marquise replied.

“Alright. I'll call Shantel and let her know.”

“Thank you, Margo,” Shanelle said to her.

“Of course my dear. All that matters right now is my grandson’s health. Now you two go. Call me if you need anything.”

Marquise nodded gratefully at his mother before he and Shanelle left for the hospital. On the way to the ER, Kylo became hysterical and didn't want to be in his car seat. So Marquise took him out and cradled him tight to his chest.

“Shhhh! It's alright my love. It'll be alright.” he said trying to soothe his crying son. “I know you don't feel good. We’ll be there soon. I promise.”

After a 20-minute car ride, they finally got to the hospital and were ushered to a private room, where his pediatrician Dr. Nadia Sorvano-Rys, Marquise’s aunt, and the head of the ER were waiting.

“Thank you for meeting us here Nadia.”

Their pediatrician nodded.

“I wish it were under better circumstances, nephew. Now let me introduce you both to Lord Dr. Grant Hadley head of the ER Department.” Nadia said as she introduced him to the royals, “Dr. Hadley, meet my great-nephew and his parents.”

Dr. Hadley bowed.

“Your Majesties. It's an honor to meet you and the Prince. And much like Dr. Sorvano said I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“It's a pleasure doctor,” Marquise replied.

Dr. Hadley nodded.

“Now that we've been introduced, let's see what's wrong with the little one,” Nadia said before smiling at a crying Kylo, “Oh you poor thing. I know you don't feel well. Well, that's why we’re here to make you feel better.”

Nadia looked at her parents.

“May I?” she asked.

Both parents nodded before Shanelle handed her son to Nadia who was not very happy about it.

“Shhh! It's okay dear.” Nadia said to the Prince in a soft tone to soothe him, “There there. It will be alright. We're here to make you feel all better.”

As Nadia held Kylo, she looked over to his father and smiled.

“I remember when you were this little,” she said to him.

“I would hope so,” he replied.

“Now my little Prince, let's see what's wrong hmm?” Nadia asked Kylo who had finally calmed down.

After running a few tests it was determined that the Prince had a double ear infection. His parents were just grateful to have a diagnosis. While waiting for his medicine, the young Prince became restless, so his father decided to take him on a walk. While walking down the hall, he stopped by a nurses’ station to see where the hospital's solarium and playroom were.

That's when he was informed that they were closed because of hospital budget cuts. While a nurse was able to open both for him and his son, he was not happy and would be meeting with the hospital board to discuss the issue.

When the couple finally left the hospital they were informed that Kylo would require ear drops every 4-6 hours and children’s Tylenol every 8 hours for 10 days and he would see Nadia again in 7 days.

Once back at the residence, both parents were exhausted but thankful their son would make a full recovery.

The next few days Marquise found himself buried in the children's hospital budget for the fiscal year. He found most of the heads of every department and members of the Board Of Trustees received bonuses but the yearly 15% increase in worker pay had not been paid in nearly a year and a half.

This led him to convene the hospital board to address the matter. After meeting with the board and being dissatisfied with their answer, Marquise fired the then Head of Trustees and imposed a reduction in pay for board members, as well as the reallocation of hospital funds to the proper channels to balance out the fiscal budget.

When October rolled around, it was all about celebrating birthdays for the family. Starting with the Princess.

Rather than have a big birthday celebration like her Daddy had originally planned, Khari opted for something low-key and quiet, she wanted to go apple and pumpkin picking at her father’s duchy.

They took the two-hour drive from the palace to Duchy Anyango. When they arrived at the duchy mansion they were greeted by the head of the staff there. Margo’s sister-in-law Anna Rousseau.

“Bonjour vos majestés! C'est bon de te voir!” Anna said in French.

“Bonjour Anna. C'est cool d'être ici.” Marquise replied.

Anna also greeted him with a warm hug.

“It's so good to have you all here. How are you, nephew?”

“I'm doing well, Anna. How are you?”

“I am well nephew. Come let me show you all to your rooms. Then I can have all the time to play with my great niece and nephews. Jean-Pierre will be here soon.”

Once inside and settled, the family was joined by Jean-Pierre, the rest of Marquise’s extended family as well as the families of the house staff members. After a big family meal, Khari wanted to explore the mansion before they went to her father’s apartment for the night. Marquise took her and her brothers on a tour of the home. Regaling them in the wild stories of when he and their uncle would stay here with his mother. Showing them the hidden passages where he and Leo would hide when it was time to leave.

They stopped when they got to Eleanor’s bedroom. Shanelle knew how hard it was for him to be there but she knew he wanted their kids to see it.

“What room is this one Daddy?” Khari asked.

“This is my mother’s room,” he replies.

Khari looked up at the huge doors.

“Can we see inside?” she asks.

“Of course you can,” he replied.

Marquise took a gold key out of his pocket and turned it over in his hand before using it to unlock the doors. The doors opened to show an elegantly kept bedroom with a huge 4-poster canopy bed in the center of the room. As the children and Shanelle walked in, Marquise stood in the doorway just looking inside. As much as it hurt to look around, he knew his children deserved to see their grandmother's bedroom. Khari noticed the look on his face.

“Daddy?” she asked as she took his hand.

That snapped him out of the trance he was in.

“Huh? Yes my love?” he replied.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Marquise sighed.

“I will be my love.”

“Will you show us around Daddy?” she asked.

“At once Your Highness,” Marquise replied with a bow that made Khari giggle.

Marquise went around the room explaining everything and why nothing had really changed in the room. When he got to Eleanor’s closet, he paused for a second before opening the doors, to reveal many of her old dresses and her wedding gown.

“It's so pretty,” Khari said as she looked at it.

“Thank you, my love. It's being saved for you.”

Khari turned around to look at her father.

“For me?” she asks.

“Yes. It's my hope that when…if you ever get married, you'll wear it in her honor,” he replied.

Khari smiled and nodded.

“I will Daddy. For you.”

Marquise smiled just as Shanelle brought the boys over.

“Boys look!” Khari said to her brothers, “That's gonna be my wedding dress when I get grown up.”

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at her husband.

“I thought you were gonna wait until she turned 16 to show her your mother’s wedding dress.”

Marquise shrugged.

“Couldn't wait.”

“Mommy look! Daddy said that's gonna be my wedding dress.”

Shanelle shook her head with a smirk.

“Congratulations Your Majesty. You have officially put that thought into her head. And now she's gonna run with it.”

Marquise snickered.

“Mission. Accomplished.”

That night as everyone got ready for bed Khari asked her dad if they could stay in her grandmother’s room for the night, and of course, the King couldn't say no. He and Shanelle watched their children drift off to sleep in his mother’s before getting ready for bed themselves.

“You okay?” Shanelle asks him.

Marquise took a deep breath.

“I will be. I knew one day I would have to bring them here and show them. I'm just processing my emotions right now.” he replied.

“I know how hard it is for you to be here without missing her. But I'm proud of you.”

Marquise smiled softly.

“I wish she were here. If she had lived, this is where she would've retired to after we took the throne. She would've greeted us along with Anna. And she would've insisted on the children staying here with her. She would be reading them their favorite bedtime stories before putting them to bed.”

“I know.”

“She would have adored our children. She would've had them with her every weekend. We literally would have picked Khari up from school and then come here so she could be with them.”

Shanelle smiled.

“I imagine they would be in town at the library with her. Running around and playing in the aisles while she read and kept watch on them from her little quiet corner. Then they'd go see Jean-Pierre at the butcher shop and then come back here, where she'd cook for them. It would be all our daughter would talk about.”

Marquise nodded.

“I see so much of her, her love, and her spirit in our children. And I never want to let it go.”

“I know.”

“Come on. It's time for us to get some sleep. We have a very big day tomorrow.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“I can't believe our girl will be 6 tomorrow.”

“I know. She's a big girl now. Or at least that's what she always tells us.”

Shanelle just smiled.

The next day was a very big day. It was Khari’s birthday. The couple could not believe their miracle baby was 6 years old.

After a big birthday breakfast, it was off to Ferme Familiale Geaneaux to visit the apple orchard and pumpkin patch. The couple enjoyed watching their kids run around the orchard with their cousins. Playing amongst the pumpkins, apple trees, and bushes all over the farm. It was especially hilarious to watch the children pick out their pumpkins. Namely, Khari who was struggling to lift a pumpkin that was almost as big as her.

Her parents watched snickering the whole time.

“Go help her,” Shanelle said to her husband.

“Nope. She has to learn how to do things by herself. So I'm gonna let her figure this out on her own.”

“You are so mean.”

Marquise scoffed.

“Says the mother standing next to me laughing at our daughter.”

They watched as their daughter tried every which way to lift the pumpkin until she finally gave up.

“Daddy! I need help,” Khari said as she called out to her father.

“I'll be right there my love,” Marquise replied.

Shanelle shook her head as Marquise went over and retrieved the pumpkin that his daughter wanted. He then helped his boys pick out theirs. It was also hilarious and adorable to watch them try to carry their pumpkins. Once the pumpkins were picked it was time for apples. That meant Marquise would have to face down his arch-nemesis, the apple tree he fell out of, and broke his arm as a kid.

“I hate this tree,” Marquise muttered.

Margo and Shanelle groaned.

“Oh my God!”

“Son, will you please let that go? It's been years.” Margo said to him.

“No, I will not let it go! This tree has always given me trouble!” Marquise replied.

“It's a tree!” the two said to him.

“I don’t care! It's still trouble!”

“You act like something bad will happen again.”

“It might!”

“It will not! Now go! The kids are waiting.”

Marquise grumbled before taking his kids to the tree. Sure enough, as His Majesty climbed down the ladder, he missed a rung and came crashing to the ground. Leaving everyone around him dying of laughter. None more than his wife and mother.

“I HATE THIS DAMN TREE!” he proclaimed.

After spending all day at the farm and orchard, it was time for Khari’s birthday dinner. Which had all of her favorite foods. Including her daddy’s spaghetti carbonara.

“Daddy, can I help you make it?” she asked.

“Of course my love. Since it's your birthday, I'll let you stir the egg yolks and cheese together. How about that?” he asks.

“Deal!”

While Marquise got everything else started, Khari whisked the egg yolks and grated cheese together with all her might until her arms got tired.

“How's that daddy?” she asked.

“Perfect! And now…” he replies.

“We mix it all together!

“Exactly!”

Cooking with his daughter always reminds Marquise of the times he would cook with his mother. Once dinner was done and served, it was time for him to give Khari her birthday present. A custom-made diamond charm bracelet.

“This is for me?!” she asks.

“Yes, my love. It's for you,” he replies.

“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much!”

“You're more than welcome. Do you know what the charms on your bracelet mean?” he asks.

Khari shook her head no.

“They represent your grandparents. Can you guess which ones represent who?” he asked.

“I can try.”

“Go ahead.”

Khari studied each of the charms.

“The stacks of books and the apple charms on the right are for Grammy and Pop Pop. Because Grammy is a teacher and Pop Pop is from Cordonia.”

“That's right. What about the two charms on the left?” he asked.

She smiled when she looked at them.

“The Dove is for Grammy Margo. Because that's her favorite bird. And the turtle…is for Grandpa George. Because he loved turtles. And would always read to me his favorite book about them.”

“And what about the two in the center?”

Khari looked at them thoughtfully.

“The crown is for my Grandmother. And the shield is for my Grandfather.”

Marquise nodded before fastening the bracelet on her right wrist.

“Happy Birthday my beautiful love. I will always be grateful and thankful for you,” he whispered to her.

She looked up at him before throwing her arms around him and giving him the biggest hug she could manage.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, my sweet one. I will always love you. You will always be my little girl.”

To say Khari’s birthday weekend was a success was an understatement. And now it was time for the King to celebrate his own birthday.

And what better way for Marquise to celebrate his birthday than in Las Vegas?

When he arrived in Vegas, he had one thing on his mind, having as much fun in the city of sin as humanly possible. And who better to do that with than Logan?

When they arrived at the hotel they were taken to what is called the King Suite. Which is one half of the entire top floor of the hotel. Complete with a fully stocked kitchen and private chef, a laundry room, access to the rooftop pool and bar, a fitness center, a 24-hour private concierge, a fully decked out spa, and every individual bedroom is equipped with its own fully stocked mini bar.

Shanelle spared no expense when designing her hotel. And the guys took advantage of it. They had dinner fit for a King at Asador. The new steakhouse at the hotel. When they got back to the floor both were fuller than a couple of ticks.

“Man, I am stuffed. I ate like a pig.”

Marquise snickered as he poured them both a drink.

“Pumbaa you are a pig.”

The two laughed as they shared a drink.

“Dude you watch too many Disney movies.”

“Tell my daughter that.”

“Nope. I know she runs the show.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Logan downed his drink before reaching the bottle.

“Man big sis does it again. This shit is smooth.”

“I mean have you seen the hotel?” Marquise asked.

“True. I can’t wait for tomorrow. What are we doing for your birthday?” Logan replies.

“One name: Las Vegas Motor Speedway.”

Logan’s face lit up.

“Long live the King!”

The next day was indeed the day of the King. After a huge breakfast, he and Logan were chauffeured to the speedway. When they got there they were greeted by the raceway owner and wee given the keys to two custom built Ferraris.

“Am I dreaming?!” Logan asked.

“Nope.” Marquise replied.

“Good! Let’s go!”

The guys spent hours zooming around the track trying to out race each other. When they got back to the hotel they had massages waiting on them. After the massages and taking a dip in the rooftop pool the two were lounging in the living room of the suite.

“This day can’t get any better.” Logan said.

“Oh it’s about to because we have tables to conquer.” Marquise replied.

A slow grin crossed Logan’s face.

“About damn time!”

Marquise cackled.

“Let’s go.”

As Marquise got ready to leave he got a call from his wife.

“Hey beautiful!”

“Hey you! Happy Birthday Handsome!”

Marquise chuckled.

“Thank you gorgeous.”

“How is it?” She asks.

“It’s amazing. We’ve had a blast.” He replies.

“Wonderful. Thank you for being my guinea pig. And tell Logan I said thanks.”

Marquise snickered.

“Will do.”

That’s when Logan popped his head in.

“You ready man? Let’s go!”

“Is that Logan?” Shanelle asks.

“Hey big sis!” Logan replied.

“You enjoying yourself baby bro?” She asks.

“Yes! I love it here!” He replies.

Shanelle smiled.

“Good. Well I won’t keep you two. Have fun! And do not break anything!”

“Yes ma’am.” Marquise replies.

“Logan! That goes for you too! No breaking anything. That includes the law! Got it?” Shanelle asks.

“Yup. Scouts honor!” Logan replied.

Shanelle scoffed.

“Scouts honor? Fool you never even made it to a merit badge.”

Marquise cackled while Logan made a face.

“Have fun you two!” She said before hanging up.

Logan and Marquise looked at each other.

“Are we gonna listen to her?” Logan asks.

“Mostly.” Marquise replies with mischief in his eyes.

“And how will we do that sire?” Logan asks.

“Elementary my dear Logan. We won’t be breaking anything. Only bankrupting every casino we come across.” Marquise replied.

“Lead the way!”

The guys headed for the casino downstairs. They cleaned up nicely. Then moved on to the next hotel. Annihilating everyone that played against them. They took a break from playing to catch Usher in concert.

“There are a lot of women here!” Logan said as he looked around.

“And a lot of them are married.” Marquise quipped.

That’s when Usher hit the stage. They enjoyed the performance and were able to get backstage and meet Usher. While Marquise was cool with him, Logan couldn’t stop mean mugging him.

“Will you stop?” Marquise said to him.

“No! This man tried to steal my wife!” Logan replies.

Marquise rolled his eyes.

“Get over it Logan!”

“No!”

“Logan! I paid a lot of money for these tickets! Do NOT get us thrown out of here!”

“Fine! But I still don’t like him!”

“Fair enough.”

They spent the rest of the weekend wreaking havoc on various casinos and having a good time. That Sunday morning the guys were enjoying a big breakfast in their custom made robes.

“Remind me to thank big sis.” Logan said.

“You’re about to walk out of here in that robe aren’t you?” Marquise asks.

“Absolutely! You see this?” Logan said pointing to the top of the robe, “The right says Logan, and the left says little brother. So you damn skippy I am!”

“Fair enough,” Marquise said with a chuckle.

“Did you get one?” Logan asks.

“Of course. Mine said Daddy and Husband on the left. And King and Birthday Boy on the right.” Marquise replied.

“Nice!”

“Thank you for hanging out this weekend.”

“Always brother. It’s always fun when we get together.”

“Indeed it is. We’ll do it again.”

“Definitely. The Princes’ birthday is coming up.”

The two clinked their glasses of Prosecco together. This was a very good birthday weekend for the King. Next up was Shanelle’s birthday. Much like her daughter she wanted something low key, so they went to her resort in Belize for her birthday.

When Shanelle woke up on the morning of her birthday she was greeted by her husband’s smile.

“Happy Birthday Gorgeous,” he whispered before kissing her softly.

“Thank you handsome,” she replied

“Shall we head out on the patio for breakfast?” he asked.

“In a few, I wanna lay here in your arms for a little while longer,” she replied.

He pulled her closer.

“As my Queen commands.”

When they finally left the bed, breakfast was waiting for them. They spent that entire weekend, exploring the local town and cuisine, touring one of the private islands off the coast, snorkeling, and running along the beach. Having a quiet vacation celebrating her birthday, made Shanelle extremely happy.

She wanted to save her excitement for the twins’ first birthday. Which was a week after her own. After hosting the annual Palace Halloween Party, it was time to celebrate the twins.

The twins were turning one and the couple was thankful that all the party planning was left up to the staff at Lowyn Winery. The couple let their daughter pick the theme and she chose one of the boys’ favorite games, Super Mario Bros. Marquise flew into Los Angeles that Thursday before for the Time Magazine Top 100 Party. He used that night to meet and network with a lot of celebrities.

Shanelle and the children flew in the night before and spent time with Bronwyn and her family. It is always a great time when the cousins get together the same was true about the parents.

“I owe you and Lo so much for this,” Shanelle said to Bronwyn.

“You know I love this. It's for the boys.”

Shanelle shook her head.

“I can not believe that my babies will be one.”

“I understand completely. I remember feeling that way when Bran and Bray turned one. It doesn't feel real.”

“Nope. I look at them and still see these two tiny humans. And now they're walking or I should say running all over the place and trying to talk.”

“I get it.”

“Girl, our kids are growing up.”

“How do we stop it?” Bron asked.

“When I figure that out I'll let you know,” Shanelle replied.

The next day was the big day for the family. It was the Super Rys Bros Birthday Bash at the winery. The staff went all out to give the twins a birthday party to remember.

Games, gift bags, goodies, and everyone in costume -much to His Majesty’s chagrin-. It was a fun time. The twins enjoyed running after their sister, cousins, and friends. And they loved their cake.

Whether it was Kylo’s excitement or curiosity, no one is really quite sure, but whatever it was, it caused him to dive face-first into the birthday cake, much to his mother's horror and his father's absolute delight.

“Kylo! Baby no! You’re not supposed to kamikaze into the cake.” Shanelle fussed.

Marquise looked at Logan. Logan looked at him. And both died laughing.

When Kylo re-emerged he had a big smile on his face and hands full of cake as well as being covered. Shanelle just shook her head, shrugged, and laughed.

“Have at it y'all. The cake is clearly up for grabs.”

Seeing her boys have a great time at their birthday party made the day perfect. And their birthday weekend wasn't even over yet.

The family hopped on a flight to Boston to go watch The Patriots vs The Commanders game live. And to host the kids of the group homes that Marquise has been sponsoring for years. They met up with Tommy Mason, the director of the group homes, and his family.

“Ohhh! It's my favorite royal jackass! He's finally come home!” Tommy teased.

Marquise snickered.

“Fuck you, Mason.”

The two embraced.

“It's good to see you, man. Thank you for hosting the kids.” Tommy said to him.

“Tommy, we've been doing this for years. It's always a pleasure.”

They spent the day at Gillette Stadium with all the kids. Meeting the players, the cheer squads, getting signed jerseys, footballs, and bears. As well as donating $3 million to the Patriots’ charitable foundation. And watched from Marquise’s 4 private boxes. It was his little ones’ first-ever live football game. And he wanted his babies to have an amazing experience.

On the flight home to Cordonia, Shanelle watched over the children as they slept, and she couldn't help but get a little emotional and Marquise noticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he sat next to her.

She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I will be. It's just hitting me that our boys will be one tomorrow. They're really here.” she replied quietly.

He wrapped an arm around her.

“It's okay my love. I know why you feel the way you do.”

“You do?” she asked.

“Yes. Because you still miss him,” he replied.

“I can't help it. Sometimes I get scared that he hates me for loving them.”

“Look at me, I swear to you with God as my witness, even now, he doesn't hate you. He doesn't hate me. He doesn't hate us.” Marquise said, speaking about the son they lost, “He knew your heart was incomplete. He knew that you have yearned to be with him for all these years. That is why he became our guardian angel. He is why we have our three miracle babies. Because he loves us. And he knows that we will always love him. Alright?”

Shanelle nodded.

“I know that sometimes it's hard not to think about him whenever you look at them. To wonder what our lives would've been like had he lived. I understand that guilt. I live with it every day. Just like you. But I know in my heart that our babies are here for a reason. I know that he watches over all of us. And he loves us from afar.”

Shanelle smiled softly at him.

“Thank you, baby. I needed to hear that. Like you said, sometimes it's just hard. I'll be fine.”

He kissed her forehead softly.

“I know. I will always be here if and whenever you need me.”

“I know.”

He tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eye.

“I love you. Never forget that.”

“I love you too handsome.”

The next day was the twins’ actual birthday. And since the family had gotten back to Cordonia late, they decided to let Khari stay home for the day so she could celebrate her two baby brothers.

The parents were getting the twins dressed when Zyon spoke his first word.

“Touchdown!” the little Prince spoke as he played with football.

Both of his parents froze.

“Whaaat?”Shanelle asks.

“I think…he just spoke,” Marquise replies.

They looked at their son and waited for him to speak again. And sure enough, he spoke.

“Touchdown!” he said again before tossing his football haphazardly across his crib.

The parents looked at each other.

“Oh! My! God!”

“My son’s first word is touchdown?!” Marquise asks.

“Apparently,” Shanelle replies.

The two started laughing, which made both twins giggle.

“I swear. These two have never been more of a blessing to us.”

Shanelle nodded.

“Happy Birthday my babies,” Shanelle said as they held the boys close.

Marquise smiled softly.

“We are so grateful that we have you both. And you’re both healthy, happy, and loved by so many.”

While having breakfast, an attendant came by with some news.

“Pardon my interruption, Your Majesties. But I have some news for you,” the attendant said.

They looked at each other.

“Go ahead,” Marquise said to the attendant.

“It's news about Her Majesty’s uncle King Edward. He's had a stroke and is currently in the hospital.”

The couple just looked at each other. Both were surprised but given who it was, they weren't all that shocked.

“Are you sure?” Shanelle asked.

“Yes ma'am. The news came in just a few minutes ago, from Queen Genevieve.” the attendant replied.

“Is he stable?” she asks.

“Yes ma'am. He's in a medically induced coma at the moment.” the attendant replie

Marquise studied the look on his wife’s face.

“Thank you. That will be all.”

The attendant bowed before excusing himself. Khari was curious.

“What happened to your uncle Mommy?” she asks.

“He's gotten really sick,” Shanelle replies.

“Oh. Will you go see him?” she asks.

As much as Her Majesty wanted to say no, she knew she couldn't.

“Yes, I will. But I have to tell Pop Pop about what happened to him first,” she replies.

“If you want I'll tell him.”

“Thank you but no. He won't take the news from you well.”

“Pop Pop’s gonna be so sad.” Khari quipped.

“But that's why he has you and your brothers. To cheer him up.”

Khari nodded.

Shanelle sighed.

“You stay here with them,” she said to her husband, “I have a phone call to make. Assuming Genevieve didn't beat me to it.”

Marquise nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Yeah. I'm gonna need it.”

Shanelle excused herself to call her father and prepare him for what could be the worst about his brother.

#khoicesbyk #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #fanfic #choices fanfiction #king marquise #king of cordonia #queen shanelle #queen of cordonia #king and queen of cordonia #black king liam #black marriage #black love #black couple #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #cfwc fics of the week

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fantastic-rambles · 5 months

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Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo, Tadashi Kikuchi

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: When Tadashi wakes up in Ainosuke's body and finds the other man in his own, they both have no choice but to navigate their lives as each other until they find a way to return things to normal. Ainosuke is thrilled... and Tadashi far less so. [Year of the OTP 2023 @yearoftheotpevent. November: life changes]

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“I don’t like this.”

“Your opinion is duly noted.”

“I mean it. I have a reputation to protect!”

“Yes, I understand that.”

“Why don’t we just take today off?”

“This is for the sake of your reputation. ADAM’s never backed down from a challenge.”

“Yes, but this isn’t like the chambers. You can’t fool everyone, especially Cherry and Joe.”

“It’s just a beef.”

“Skating’s never just anything, Tadashi! That’s what you still don’t understand!” Ainosuke wailed, as dramatic as ever as they argued in the car. Tadashi sighed as he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror: ADAM’s overstyled hair felt strange, and he’d spent the whole ride keeping his head off the headrest to avoid messing it up. He wasn’t sure what the other man was so upset about, either: he’d spent years watching Ainosuke skate and develop his style, studying it both in person and through the eyes of cameras, and he had more confidence in his ability to pull this off than his master’s politicking.

It wasn’t as though he had to announce a tournament or anything, either: it was just a race against an upstart challenger. Tadashi had gone through the usual procedures to vet the newcomer to ensure that he wouldn’t be a liability, and everything else seemed to be in good order. Or was it…

“Ah, did you want to race him yourself?” he asked. After all, the newcomer had been good enough for ADAM to have accepted his challenge in the first place, though nobody thought the other man could actually win, but he could at least bring a breath of fresh air to it all. “Well, I suppose we could come up with a pretense… how about this? ‘In order to earn the right to face me, you have to defeat one of my capmen first…’”

It was the sort of overly dramatic performance that Tadashi thought Ainosuke would like, and the other man straightened up in the passenger seat at the suggestion, his eyes widening… before he caught himself and leaned back against the seat, sulking again.

“But what’s the point if I can’t skate as myself?” he demanded, and Tadashi smiled wryly: so his suspicions had been correct. But there was nothing that they could do about it until their condition resolved, so perhaps this could be the incentive they needed to get Ainosuke to take it a little more seriously.

“Then how about this? After we shut down for tonight, we can have a race, just the two of us. And then we’ll get back to work on figuring out how to get things back to normal so you can skate with everyone else again.”

“You’d do that, for me?”

He’d do far more than that for Ainosuke, but it was better for both of them if his master didn’t realize just how far he would go to make him happy. So Tadashi just nodded, watching his own face split into a too-wide grin again.

“Alright! Let’s do this, then!”

Ainosuke hopped out of the car, and Tadashi waited patiently for him to run around to the other side, pulling the door open for him. With quiet thanks, he stepped out of the car, taking a moment to make sure ADAM’s cape wasn’t tangled before entering the course to cheers. The spotlight that he’d programmed followed his progress as he climbed the hill to where his opponent was waiting impatiently, and he tried to ignore the drone hovering a little too close for comfort.

“Took you long enough. I thought you’d gotten cold feet—I was ‘bout ready to leave,” the other man shot at him, and Tadashi smirked.

“Me, miss this? Perish the thought. Admittedly, I’m used to rather better fare, but beggars can’t be choosers. I do hope that you can entertain me for at least a few minutes.”

“Tch. In a few minutes, I’ll be the king of this dirt pit, so let’s get going already.”

“Of course, of course. But first… how much of a handicap would you like? Two minutes? Three?”

“I don’t need a damn handicap!”

“Mmmm…” Tadashi looked the other man over, broadcasting skepticism through the tilt of his head and the relaxed posture of his body while the crowd hooted and hollered. “Well, your funeral.”

After kicking ADAM’s board up to his hand, Tadashi strode over to the starting line, leaving the other man to catch up to him. While his opponent took a crouching position, ready to kick off, Tadashi glanced over at him again, still at his ease.

“Last chance.”

“Fuck you!”

As the buzzer went off, Tadashi sighed in mock disappointment while the other man sprang into action, starting the headlong fall down the course. Since he’d joined “S,” he’d done a few races before challenging ADAM, so he had some familiarity with the track, which meant Tadashi didn’t need to give him an allowance for that. But it was also important for ADAM to win effortlessly despite coming from behind, so he couldn’t wait too long, either.

As he counted off the seconds in his head, he played to the crowd—staying away from Cherry and Joe who might be able to pick him out as an imposter, but chatting and making idle banter with some of the audience. And when he judged that the time was right, he whipped around, sprinting for the board that he’d left at the starting line to kick it forward before hopping on.

Until he caught up, speed was the name of the game, so Tadashi zipped down the track, showcasing the speed of a longboard and taking the turns almost recklessly. Vaguely, he was aware of the cheers of the crowd, but he blocked them out as he skated sharply, just waiting for the moment that he caught sight of the other man.

He saw a pale, startled face looking back at him, and he pushed himself a little more, sighing internally as he prepared himself for the theatrics.

"Come on, you're boring me," he taunted as he slid alongside his opponent, knocking against the other man playfully. ADAM had sworn off the Love Hug and Full-Swing Kiss against those who couldn't handle them, but more standard rough play was permissible—especially when it was reciprocated in kind. Tadashi swerved to easily avoid the wild punch that came back toward him, grinning as he then cut in front of the other man. As the gap widened, he began to dance on the board, drawing a roar from the crowd before he twisted around as though he was going to pull off ADAM's signature trick… but he brought the nose of the board down gently, keeping most of his downhill momentum as he mirrored his opponent's moves, blocking him from passing him.

"Is this all you've got?" Tadashi called out, seeing anger and frustration cross his opponent's face. He felt a little bad about it, but it was the sort of thing that ADAM would do… and it did make him feel a little happy, as well. He could see why his master enjoyed this sort of thing, being able to show off his skills and be applauded for it: there was just something liberating about not being himself, especially after the long day and the fake smiles.

As the other man cut to the left, Tadashi let him pass so that he could start a new chase, toying with the man the way ADAM did by swerving dangerously close and sometimes cutting across his path again, keeping the race close until they reached the factory.

Only then did he pull ahead, the narrower space limiting his ability to pull off any particularly noteworthy tricks. Even so, he managed to fit in a rail slide and catch a bit of air before he slid over the finish line with a comfortable lead. The roar of the crowd was suddenly deafening as they screamed ADAM's name, and being the center of attention without any distractions was somewhat disconcerting to him. But he continued to smile as he kicked up his board, catching it in one hand and swinging it up to rest on his shoulder in one smooth move as he turned to his opponent.

"Well, it was a good effort, but you'll need to do better than that if you want to challenge me again," Tadashi sighed in mock disappointment: after all, ADAM probably would want to face off, if only for the novelty, whenever they managed to get their bodies back. The other man wasn't good enough to present a real challenge—but then again, most people weren't. But his master could still have fun, even so, and Tadashi didn’t want to deny him that.

“Yeah, just you wait! I’ll be back!” the other man declared like some sort of two-bit villain, pointing at him before stalking away. Immediately, the crowd pressed closer, and Tadashi tried to humor them until it got to be too much for him and he managed to charm his way out of their grasp. But as he stepped outside for a breath of the cooler night air, a hand wrapped around his wrist.

He moved instantly, his free hand grabbing the other person’s upper arm and starting to tug them over his hip to throw them to the ground and break their grip… before he recognized the green bomber jacket and red baseball cap. When he let go, Ainosuke stumbled another step toward him, so he had to catch him, making sure he had his feet under him before letting go again.

“I’m sorry, I was distracted,” he apologized, wincing as his master shoved him up against the factory wall. But rather than a slap, warm lips pressed against his, and Tadashi stared into bright green eyes, startled.

“Don’t apologize. You were amazing,” Ainosuke whispered back before leaning in to kiss him again. “Don’t you dare hold back on me when we’re skating together: I want to see you like that, always.”

Hands fisted into his hair, and Tadashi spared a brief thought for how they’d have to restyle it, but as the other man’s kisses grew more demanding, he responded, kissing him back gently as his hands rested against Ainosuke’s back.

And then they were suddenly nestled in slightly rough hair, hardened by hair products, and the arms around his waist pulled him in closer. Panting slightly, Tadashi broke away, looking into dancing red eyes and a bright grin that looked far more natural than any he’d worn all day.

“Do you think another kiss will switch us again?” ADAM teased, leaning in while Tadashi turned away so that his lips only pressed against his cheek.

“I’d rather not risk it,” he replied dryly. ADAM chuckled before letting him go, running a gloved hand through his slightly mussed hair.

“Well, in that case, my adoring public awaits. But I’m still expecting a good race with you, later. Ta-ta~~~!”

“Wait! Your hair—”

But ADAM just brushed Tadashi’s hand aside, shaking his head.

“I like it this way.”

Before Tadashi could protest further, ADAM ducked back into the factory, and Tadashi’s hand rose to cover his face, feeling the slight warmth of his cheeks. When he could look up again, a glow caught his eye, and he stepped over to a pile of crates lined up against the wall, picking up the tablet that was displaying the current race. With a sigh, he headed back toward the car, keeping an eye on the cameras while turning on his earpiece to listen to the chatter of the other capmen as they kept everything running smoothly, even in his virtual absence.

After all, his work wasn’t done yet.

#year of the otp #yotp #yotp 2023 #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #fan fic #fanfic #sk8 adam #ainosuke shindo #shindo ainosuke #sk8 snake #sk8 tadashi #tadashi kikuchi #kikuchi tadashi #mine

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adelaidedrubman · 2 years

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5 SONG OTP PLAYLIST

was tagged by @bluemojave my beloved to list five songs that fit my ships! (i also added lyric excerpts because i’m an insufferable menace.) sending tags out to @blackreaches @florbelles @henbased @heroofpenamstan @belorage @marivenah @ishwaris @dihardys @strafethesesinners @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @beautiful-delirium @confidentandgood @purplehairsecretlair @snake-in-the-garden @schoute @poeti-kat @indorilnerevarine and anyone else who wants to play, as usual head empty + on mobile

1. cosmonauts - fiona apple

your face ignites a fuse to my patience / whatever you do, it’s gonna be wrong / there’s no time to interrupt the detonation / be good to me before you’re gone / when i met you, i was fine with my nothing / i grew with you and now i’ve changed / what i’ve become is something i can’t be without your loving / be good to me, it isn’t a game

2. pink steam - sonic youth

i just come by to run you over / i just come by to see you quiver / you can come, you can slip inside, babe / killer eyes and a burnin’ heart, babe / don’t you know you need no other / i’m the man who loves your mother

3. that don’t impress me much - shania twain

i never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket / and a comb up his sleeve — just in case / and all that extra hold gel in your hair oughta lock it / ’cause heaven forbid it should fall outta place

oh-oh, you think you’re special / oh-oh, you think you're something else / okay, so you’re brad pitt

that don’t impress me much / so you got the looks, but have you got the touch? / now, don’t get me wrong — yeah, i think you’re alright / but that won’t keep me warm in the middle of the night / that don’t impress me much

4. in spite of ourselves - john prine ft. iris dement

she thinks all my jokes are corny / convict movies make her horny / she likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs / swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs / she takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’ / i’m never gonna let her go

he’s got more balls than a big brass monkey / he’s a whacked-out weirdo and a lovebug junkie / sly as a fox and crazy as a loon / payday comes and he’s howlin’ at the moon / he’s my baby, i don’t mean maybe / never gonna let him go

in spite of ourselves, we’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow / against all odds, honey, we’re the big door prize / we’re gonna spite our noses right off of our faces / there won’t be nothin’ but big old hearts dancin’ in our eyes

5. you so done - noga erez

touch without leaving traces / scar me in hidden places, inside / don’t get my mom all worried / not now (kids these days) / losers outplay other losers / guess what that makes the two of us? / rooftop, city shines at sunrise / i’ll let you watch while i jump

what a joke, what a joke you made me / what’s a queen to a joker? tell me / what’s a laugh to a self-destructive me? / what’s a prayer to a death wish? / you so / joke, joke, a jo-joke you made me / a queen to a joker, tell me / what’s home to a claustrophobic? / what’s a sea to a dead fish?

1. seasons bloom - kacy hill

and now i’m seeing your face in the moonlight / i swear that i couldn’t love you more if i tried / but now i’m seeing your face in the moonlight / oh, and you’re making me cry

it’s all the world that i could want / you make me feel like i belong / it’s all the world that i could want / seasons blooming in your arms

2. chemicals react - aly & aj

were you right? was i wrong? / were you weak? was i strong? / yeah, both of us broken caught in a moment / we lived and we loved and we hurt and we jumped, yeah / but the planets all aligned / when you looked into my eyes / and just like that, the chemicals react / the chemicals react

3. angels - the xx

and every day / i am learning about you / the things that no one else sees / and the end comes too soon / like dreaming of angels / and leaving without them / and leaving without them

being as in love with you as i am / being as in love with you as i am / being as in love with you as i am / being as in love, love, love / love, love, love / love, love, love

and with words unspoken / a silent devotion / i know you know what i mean / and the end is unknown / but i think i’m ready / as long as you’re with me

4. omg - gryffin & carly rae jepsen

no chemical could recreate our chemistry / got what i need, need, need / i’m technical but i lose sensibility / when you’re next to me / i feel a boom, feel a bang / inside my soul, love / when you lay me down / when you do it that way i lose control of / all my senses now

5. somebody like me - st. vincent

paint yourself white / clip on the wings / climb high to the top of a building / does it make you an angel / or some kind of freak / to believe enough / in somebody like me? / baby

oh, i (oh, i), guess we’ll see / who was the freak

dress up in white / slip on the ring / walk straight down the aisle / to the violin strings / does it make you a genius or / the fool of the week / to believe enough / in somebody like me? / baby

#also tried to do a decent amount of songs my characters would actually listen to here #that don’t impress me much was actually the hardest to pick an excerpt on.#replace car with plane in the third verse and they literally all fit. but ultimately the hair gel roast won out.#otp: stop bothering these nice folks #otp: a neurochemical con job

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lorirwritesfanfic · 2 years

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Personal Favourite - Part 1: Kiss It Better

Author's note: I got this ask from @missameliep over six months ago, but an idea only came to me yesterday. Is it a coincidence since today is her birthday? Who knows... Happy birthday, my dearest! I hope you're having the best time today and I wish you a lifetime of joy, great gifts and wonderful stories to tell 🥳🎂❤ [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: T Word count: 1141 Reading time: ~4 min Summary: The everyday routine might cause small disagreements. But even then Hamid knows why he always eager to come back home. Based on the prompt: OTP ask meme #6: What is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

Hamid placed his toothbrush into the holder and reached for the lip balm he was slowly getting attached to. At first, he often forgot to wear it and only had it on his lips if his partner applied it for him. But after that tiny product helped kept his lips hydrated during the driest season in Morocco, the balm became part of his everyday routine.

As he glanced in the mirror, he idly searched for the tiny cream jar only to be intercepted by Maya, who lightly bit one of his fingers.

"Kızım¹? Are you here because you want me to leave the water running or did you miss me?”

He smiled at the cat, who purred once he scratched under her chin.

“I know I haven't given you enough attention since I came back, prensesim². I promise we'll go for a walk and play tomorrow, okay?"

After a few more scratches, he put Maya on the floor and looked back at the counter.

"Now, where is it?"

He inspected the messy bathroom counter and shook his head. He wasn't the most organized person, but sharing a bathroom with Daphne could be a challenge sometimes. Whenever they went out, her process of getting ready included leaving a complete mess on the counter in a way it reminded him of the spare room they turned into a studio for her. For someone so worried about tidying up their home, chaos seemed to follow her once in a while.

Yet, he didn’t have the heart to argue about it. They hadn't been together for almost three weeks and because of jetlag, he barely remembered if they kissed since he spent most of the time sleeping after he arrived. It'd be a shame to deprive himself any longer of the lips he crossed oceans so many times to kiss again.

Trying to focus on his search, Hamid looked for the balm once again until he accidentally knocked down a few misplaced objects that unfortunately landed on one of his toes.

"Ow! Dalyarak!" He yelled and crouched down to check on his toe. Apparently, her spray pomade found the perfect angle to hit a toenail, which began to throb in pain.

Still not a reason to argue. But maybe kindly remind her of reorganizing the counter? Hm... She always gets annoyed with her own mess and rearranges everything anyway...

"Hamidciğim?" Daphne called from the bedroom.

"Yes?"

"Is everything alright in there?"

"It's fine!"

"Then who were you calling a dick swinger?"

He shook his head, but couldn't suppress a chuckle. It was hard to be mad when he could almost see her cheeky smile whenever she used the literal translation of such an offensive word. Either way, this wasn't a talk he wanted to have through the wall. So he ignored the chaos and returned to the bedroom.

As he approached her, he stopped in his tracks. Sitting by the vanity dresser, Daphne wore nothing but one of her sheer nightgowns. The ones she saved for whenever her plans for the night didn't include sleeping.

His eyes began to follow Daphne's ring finger brushing on her lips whilst she applied a balm. Over the years, Hamid often found himself ogling at her lips. But there was something about how they grew a bit fuller when she massaged them with her fingertips to moisturize them. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. It was just a balm after all. Yet, he knew it had more to do with the effect those luscious peach-coloured lips had on him.

"Bir tanem?"

"Huh?"

"What happened in the bathroom?"

"Nothing... I knocked over some cosmetics and a hair spray fell on my foot."

“Which foot?”

“The left one.”

"Hm… That explains why Maya ran out of there as if she witnessed a paranormal activity. How is your foot?"

"It hurts, but I'll survive."

"Let me see it."

"Aşkım, you don’t have to—"

"Sit down and let me see it." She pointed to the bed imperatively.

His eyebrows went up in surprise. Judging by the tone in her voice, it was better to simply do as he was told. He then sat down and placed his foot on her lap.

In silence, Daphne looked down at his foot. Her fingers lingered over the small scar on his left ankle after the accident at the beginning of their relationship. Then she inspected his injured toenail.

“Your toe is getting swollen, but since you had no trouble walking, it probably isn’t broken.”

“I told you everything is fine.”

"I still had to see it for myself.” She answered with a shrug. “Anyway, I think a cold compress and a kiss will be enough, but I can see if we still have a pain relieving cream."

"I beg your pardon?"

“You know… Those creams people apply to avoid bruises.”

“I was talking about the kiss part.”

"Oh, that…” She looked at his foot again, avoiding his gaze. “My mum always told me it works. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try."

“It certainly won’t.”

Daphne gazed back at him and they shared knowing looks and smiles.

"Very well. I'll take the kiss now."

“Okay.” With that, Daphne placed a kiss on his reddened toe. “There. Better?”

"You cannot be serious..."

"But that's how it works."

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is!"

"It didn't work for me." He folded his arms, feigning annoyance.

"Alright, I'll get the ice pack then."

As she stood up, he held her back by the waist and pulled her into his lap.

"Will you stop with this nonsense and give me a real kiss?"

Her hand moved towards the nape of his neck their lips touched at last. Wasting no time, she parted her lips to deepen the kiss, guiding his tongue into their very own slow dance.

Once they pulled away just enough to catch their breath, he chuckled softly.

"What?"

"Are you wearing the lip balm you gave me?"

"Um…No?"

As he stared at her deadpan, she smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry… I don't know where I left mine."

"It's probably in the middle of the mess you left on the counter."

"Yeah..." She bit down her lip and looked away. "Sorry about your toe. And the mess. I’ll put everything back in the morning.”

“It’s okay, my dove,” he answered, lifting her hand to his lips.

“Should I get the ice pack?"

"Not now. You still have to make up for what you did."

"Are you sure? I thought you'd still be a little jetlagged."

"Which means you'll have to work a little harder this time, aşkım," he whispered.

Though she tried to look innocent, the lust in her eyes told him a different tale. "As you wish, my love."

Hamid then closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of her lips and hands roaming down his body.

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¹ kızım: my girl/ my daughter

² prensesim: my princess

#choices fanfic #desire and decorum #prince hamid #hamid x mc #desire and decorum fanfic #desire & decorum modern day au #meant to be au #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

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ship songs <3

tagged by @roofgeese to list some songs for my OTP! (in this case, Ignis & Stella 😊)

here are my top 5 Stellnis songs~ 💜💙

1. The Good Left Undone by Rise Against:

All because of you, I haven’t slept in so long When I do, I dream of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down Inside these arms of yours…

All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No, not the kind with halos The kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place I’ll follow your voice All you have to do is shout it out…

2. Running by No Doubt:

Run, running all the time Running to the future With you right by my side

Me, I’m the one you chose Out of all the people You wanted me the most

And I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen Help me up, let’s keep on running Don’t let me fall out of love…

Running, running as fast as we can Do you think we’ll make it? We’re running, keep holding my hand So we don’t get separated

3. Starlight by Muse:

My life, You electrify my life Let’s conspire to ignite All the souls that would die just to feel alive

I’ll never let you go, If you promise not to fade away Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations, Black holes and revelations Our hopes and expectations, Black holes and revelations…

Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms I just wanted to hold…

4. Minerva by Deftones:

I get all numb When she sings, it’s over Such a strange numb And it brings my knees to the earth

And God bless you all For the song you saved us…

You’re the same numb When you sing, it’s over Such a strange numb It could bring back peace to the earth...

5. The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy:

I’m not passive, but aggressive Take note, it’s not impressive Empty your sadness Like you’re dumping your purse on my bedroom floor We put your curse in reverse

And it’s our time now if you want it to be Maul the world like a carnival bear set free And your love is anemic and I can’t believe That you couldn’t see it coming for me

And I still feel that rush in my veins It twists my head just a bit to think All the people in those old photographs I’ve seen are dead

And in the end I’d do it all again I think you’re my best friend Don’t you know that the kids aren’t al-, kids aren’t alright? I’ll be yours When it rains, it pours Stay thirsty like before Don’t you know that the kids aren’t al-, kids aren’t alright?

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QOTS Rewatch - Season 4 Retrospective

Alright. Retrospective time, on my least favorite season. You know what though, this season had a lot of flaws, but all things considered, I still enjoy it. I think it had a few things stacked against it: (1) Peter pulled out (and my understanding is he pulled out somewhat/relatively late?) (2) I have a hunch it had a much smaller budget to work with for some reason and that might have also led to less experienced show runners and less experienced writers in the writers’ room (I also noticed there was no story editor for this season the way there was during the first three seasons, meaning someone who made sure it was all cohesive). I don’t know this for sure but the lack of actual music, the move in filming location, and the fact they had lots of minor arc characters sorta sends that message, since minor recurring characters are cheaper. So with these things considered, I kind of lower the bar for this season and it comes out alright. Still my least favorite of the seasons, but the last four episodes especially are actually really good, and though my Jeresa heart felt the glaring absence of my OTP every episode, if I took my own emotional bias out of it, I can find lots to enjoy.

There are just two unforgivable things in my opinion: (1) as @mymostimaginaryfriend’s meta that I reblogged earlier calls out, this season does a truly atrocious job at putting female characters on-screen together, which makes it a LOT less engaging to me, and (2) EDDIE. I could’ve gotten behind just about any other type of love interest for Teresa, I swear I’m not just anti-everyone-that-isn’t-James, but Eddie is like, the literal worst. Bland, arrogant, selfish, not even cute. Only positive? He’s so inferior that Teresa clearly doesn’t even enjoy him much either 😂

Anyway, as always, I’ll follow my usual retrospective format:

My Top 3 Episodes

My Top 5 Scenes

Season 3 Episodes Ranked

Teresa’s Journey

Jeresa, DUH

Top 3 Season 4 Episodes

Easy peasy.

3: 4x10, Lo Que Más Temes

Not one, but TWO Teresa-and-another-female-character team-ups, and not one, but TWO very satisfying take-outs of unsavory men. Teresa and Kelly Anne tag-team the sleazy banker, Dieter, on the one hand, and Oksana finally allies with Teresa against El Gordo, on the other. Question: did they, in fact, kill Dieter? WE’LL NEVER KNOW.

2: 4x12, Diosa de la Guerra

The whole gang is together—Teresa, Pote, Javier, King George, Boaz—and have a singular epic purpose, which is to pull off this Miami takeover. Maybe it’s partly the change of scenery (Miami definitely livens things up), maybe it’s Teresa’s laser-focus on vengeance after an episode in a coma (and Teresa when she’s in determined-almost-queenpin mode is a treat), but I think it’s mostly just the convergence of the MANY cluttered plots over the course of the season into the final most relevant ones, and putting almost all the screentime for the episode into just those, really helped this episode feel tight, exciting, cohesive, and compelling. And FUN!

1: 4x13, Vienen por Ti

For obvious reasons (HI JAMES) and less obvious ones (RIP JAVIER and also HELLO QUEENPIN SUIT). God it was so good to see James back on screen again finally. Like I felt giddy watching that scene again. Literally cackled with glee as he stumbled out of his car. It’s just such a relief. But that’s just the last 20 seconds of the episode, and the bulk of this episode was the climax of the Marcel/Teresa/Judge situation (would Marcel ally with her against the Judge or wouldn’t he??) and the Javier/Teresa/Judge situation (as Javier finally came clean about everything, had his cathartic and tragic goodbye with Teresa, and then died the most epic on-screen death ever, taking the Judge’s crony with him). I said this in one of my gifset reblogs but I actually cry watching Javier and Teresa’s goodbye scene each time I watch it and choke up each time I think about it and I don’t routinely cry at any other part of this show, so that’s really something. Anyway this episode feels like a far more emotion- and character-driven episode than the others in the season and I would actually consider it a candidate for me for top ten series episodes. But we’ll see, because there’s obviously going to be a lot of competition for that list, lol.

Top 5 Season 4 Scenes

#5:

The scene: 4x08, Teresa telling Tony about Chino and Guero and Pote

What I love about it: There were quite a few runners-up for this slot. Teresa in her season-2-opener queenpin suit to finally send Eddie packing; Teresa and Marcel’s face-off in his office in… 4x02? when he’s forcing her to do business with him and even though she’s a head shorter than him she still looks soooo fierce; the “James is a ghost” conversation with Pote in 4x01… but ultimately I have to go with this one because of both the emotion we see in Teresa (in a season that’s otherwise a real desert of emotional openness and vulnerability from Teresa) and the fact that in this emotion she finally says what 99% of viewers have always seen: that Guero and Chino stealing from Epifanio is what put her in the horrible position she was in at the beginning of the series. Placing the blame squarely on them (on Guero) is the final nail in the coffin of the nostalgia this show really liked to linger on for Happy Guero Times, and made the 4x11 flashbacks at least somewhat less annoying, since while Guero featured in those, they really didn’t make him a main character of them, as they’d already put to bed any notion of her still thinking of him as her long lost love. Anyway, this scene with Tony is really beautiful on Teresa’s part and is one of the few unfiltered emotional truths we get from her this season.

#4:

The scene: 4x05, Teresa meets Oksana

What I love about it: Maybe just because there’s such a desert of female-on-female content this season (and listen, I actually considered the 4x01 scene with Castel in this slot, because omg, those two had such great chemistry! but Castel’s absence from the rest of that season really relegates that to a lower rung in the end), but I realllllly love this scene. It’s the way the two of them practically have their own language, that even though El Gordo is sitting there with them, he instantly becomes both irrelevant and unmemorable and the electricity between these two powerful crimelord women is so palpable. I mean, it’s also that Oksana is queer and the subtext there with her energy towards Teresa is fairly overt (and I love me some queer subtext). But the line about women in this business not being as brutal as men, but twice as smart, is one of the most memorable of the season for me, and soooo true.

#3:

The scene: 4x07, Teresa running from and fighting the sicario in Nashville

What I love about it: She is so fucking scrappy and brilliant. She is a survivor in every sense of the word. There’s another fight scene in 4x05 when she’s trying to get away from Marcel’s guy who’s coming after her but this one stands out a bit more because she’s in Nashville with Eddie, trying to be a normal person living a normal life, and this is a sicario leftover from fucking Cortez back in season 3, and it’s just like—the contrast between the life that’s there on the surface with this bland boring “normal” boyfriend and the hell she actually lives in is so intense. And she has to hide it all, she has to stuff it under the surface and lie to Eddie about it (and he is such scum that he believes her??? doesn’t push it further? like wtf but anyway), and it’s just so painful and that pain and the trauma and the tension and the grit all comes through so powerfully. God I love Alice. She is just. I love her.

#2:

The scene: Episode 4x13, Javier saying good-bye to Teresa.

What I love about it: It rips my heart out. The tears start as she searches out the window of the car, searching not for something she can see but for some other version of the way this could have gone down, saying “it didn’t have to be like this,” and god, after Tony, after Birdie, after James, after everything this season, it just fucking kills me. And then they go all the way to Javier telling Pote to look after her, the same way James did when he left in 3x13. GOD THE POTENTIAL. Anyway, yeah, for like my own lasting emotional impact purposes I have to put this in the second slot.

#1:

The scene: Episode 4x13, JAMES IS BACKKKKKKKK

What I love about it: DUHHHHHHHHHH.

Season 4 Episodes Ranked

4x13

4x12

4x10

4x01

4x05

4x02

4x11

4x06

4x09

4x08

4x07

4x04

4x03

When I watched 4x03 I was like, wow, this is a really bad episode. Like maybe the worst in the entire series lol. A whole single-episode side-plot with this trucking company that has no pay-off later. Javier and Boaz killing Rene and his buddy; too much Judge personal life side stuff; too much Eddie. Just bleh all around. So whenever I do a full series episode ranking we know which one is last 😂

Teresa’s Journey

This is the season that brings her to queenpin’s door. We know this because in the finale she finally dons the white suit of the season 2 opener (the one in which she kills a lover—and fittingly, here she squarely spurns Eddie). But we didn’t really need the white suit to know that she’s a changed person from the one we left at the end of season 3. She’s become a lot more ruthless this season than she’d set out to be certainly and even more than she was by the end of season 3. End-of-season-4 Teresa would not have let Camila live. (At least, that’s very hard to imagine.) So what changed?

The most obvious thing as a viewer is that she had no actual emotional outlet. In Season 1 she had no emotional outlet but she was literally just fighting for her life, so I don’t really see it the same way as the others in terms of her journey to queenpin. In Season 2, she had both Guero and James, each in different ways, but each one helped her feel like a person, feel safe in some way. Season 3 was her first season trying to grow her own business, and one thing after another came after her and forced her to compromise in one way or another, but she had a family around her, she had James who absolutely helped keep her soft. But in season 4, she had no one like that, no one she could actually be her whole self with. Each of her men gives her some of that space—Pote and George and Javier even—but nothing like the partnership she had with James which was both business and personal and where the hierarchy of power and responsibility broke down. In season 4, not only does she not have that person or anyone filling in for that person in her life, but she’s also actually shut down that part of herself altogether out of self-protection.

She is alone, in a way she hadn’t been since season 1. And it shows. It hardens her. She reacts to the curveballs (increasing in both number and intensity) with no one but herself to lean on. Obviously, she has Pote, but he’s just a yes-man. If you pay attention, he doesn’t actually say anything remotely useful all season. He just parrots typical cartel talk. She has Javier, who lies to her all season so she can’t fully trust him (and she can tell she can’t even if she doesn’t know why). And she has George, whom she sends away after he accidentally kills Marcel’s guy Bobby and she can tell he’s just still not himself after Bilal died. He’s maybe the one person she can just ask for advice as an equal, but he’s not really around. Then there’s Tony, who she’s responsible for, and Kelly Anne, who almost got her killed a year earlier, and Eddie, whom she uses as a very much-needed outlet, I mean wow I really cannot blame her for needing that, but he absolutely does nothing to actually share her burdens, instead, he just tries to give her his own burdens. As if she has space for anyone else’s.

And so… she just has herself. She locks away the more emotional, feeling, romantic part of herself and hides the key. And with one tragedy after another continuing to hit her—Birdie, Manny, Tony, Javier, not to mention the multiple attempts on her own life—she grows much more prone to intimidation, fear, and violence herself.

But: she’s still herself in some crucial ways. She hasn’t given up altogether. She’s still trying to run a business with trust and respect and integrity at the core and with violence as a last resort. She doesn’t outright kill the Judge not only because doing so would definitely put her on the feds’ radar, but because she understands that he’s just a singular face of a muuuuuuuch bigger enemy, and killing him individually will not extinguish that larger enemy. And it’s ultimately that larger enemy she wants to position herself against because she doesn’t only see herself as a druglord. In fact, she doesn’t really see herself as a druglord at all. She sees the drug business as her way to find safety, influence, a good life, and to help make the world a better place. She wants to take out the Judge the right way, by proving and revealing his corruption in order to help all the people he’s harmed. She wants to build a legitimate business empire. Her values are still there. She just seems to keep telling herself that all of these awful things she’s having to do are reactive necessities and that if only she can accumulate enough power she’ll finally be able to stop dodging bullets. So despite meeting her inner queenpin (the scene with the sleazy banker to me really encapsulates that queenpin vibe, as well as her final confrontation with El Gordo’s nephew Elias in Miami), she hasn’t made any truly unimaginable values compromises yet. That’ll come in season 5 😭

Jeresa

Look I know there's no James in this season until the bitter end but that doesn't mean there's totally no Jeresa. I think his absence actually has a lot to do with her hardening outer shell, as I already alluded to above. She clearly wasn't actually trying to replace him when she decided to go for Eddie because Eddie only filled one of the needs James filled for her (ahem) and while I have to mentally scrub him out of those scenes, I have a bit of a 'you go girl' attitude about it, too. What I love about it Jeresa-wise is that you really see how sexually expressive she is, how sex is something that helps her relieve stress, because she's so cerebral otherwise. So idk, somehow it confirms for me what I imagine to have been an important part of her relationship with James and a big part of how they communicated. Physically, with their bodies, since (as we well know) they both kiiiiinda struggled with words lol. Anyway, I did appreciate that consistency with her character this season that sex was still something she sought because that was a way she helped get stress out of her body, but that she fairly quickly realized it was just... not working with someone she cared so little for. I mean I think she cared for him in a human way, but certainly not in a personal way, and he just became another burden. It seems so clear to me that she realizes the physical sex isn't cutting it, isn't actually the stress-reliever she needs, and that there's a deeper yearning she has that is unmeetable. By Eddie, obviously, but probably not by anyone else. I mean, she definitely doesn't go looking around once she breaks up with Eddie. She's done. She closes that part of herself down.

Until James shows up. We only see him for 20 seconds so the will-she-open-herself-back-up is obviously part of the season 5 Jeresa story. But her reaction when she sees him is instantaneous. She runs to him instinctively. The horror in her eyes the second she realizes it's him and that he's hurt feels more personal and alive than anything else this season since she realized Tony was about to die. I wish we could've had him back sooner so that we could've seen just a little bit of her secondary reaction to him being back, like the inner turmoil once the initial drama subsides, but I guess we sorta get that in 5x01. But his return right after she squarely shot down Eddie in that lover-killer suit really creates a brilliant cliffhanger for season 5. It's like, ok, she's spent a whole season essentially burying him. Burying the possibility of him, of the full package, of a love that has room for all parts of her and yet doesn't possess her or force her to change. And as she's buried him she's grown this callous around her heart because of all the compromises she's had to make, the losses she's endured, and the personal violence she's suffered.

But now here he is, saving her life, yet again, and she is going to have to figure out how to suddenly make room for all of that again.

THANK GODDDDDDD.

#qots s4 #2021 rewatch #txt post #qots meta #season 4 retrospective #episode rankings #as usual I tried to keep this short and utterly failed #I also failed at finding the right gifs to use to illustrate throughout but whatever #tumblr's gif search situation is very imperfect #also the only gifs of James for this season are of him mortally wounded so I hope no one minds me replacing him at the bottom here #with season 1 James in his aviators looking pissed in classic fashion #the James she knows and loves lmao #don't we all

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Points of No Return

SCRIBBLE #14 : PILLOW TALK

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: Instead of packing my bags for my upcoming trip, I decided to spend my time writing a quick drabble for my favorite OTP. Because I terribly missed them. And because this was supposed to be written last week when this scene and conversation randomly played in my brain but my laptop decided to die on me.

Summary: “We tell them tomorrow.”

“Thought you wouldn’t come.”

Her words came out in a whisper, the tone undeniably tired. But there was no denying that it was laced with that certain teasing quality that was so her.

The sudden jolt she felt coming from Zoro told her that he was not expecting her to be awake.

He recovered his composure much too soon for her taste.

“How are you feeling?” He immediately inquired.

Straightforward, as always.

“Hmmm… a bit better,” Nami managed to quirk a smile at him. “Just some aches here and there.”

“You rolled down a steep slope. We found you unconscious at the bottom.”

“An accident really,” Nami said almost dismissively that it had the green-haired man frowning at her. “I think Usopp managed to soften the land. Or I might’ve have cracked my skull.”

“You have a wound head still.”

Nami reached out to touch the bandage around her head.

“Don’t worry I’m tough. I just try not to look like one.”

Zoro made a tsk-ing sound. A sure sign he was not happy with what she was going on about.

Nami cocked her head to the side slightly so she can gaze up at him. A sharp yet tolerable pain came from the wound in her head. Zoro was now looking at her weird.

“Did something happen?”

She refrained from sitting up on the bed so she can be at eye level with him. She knew she’d probably get a dizzy spell and her head would start to throb if it left the comfort of the pillow beneath her.

The swordsman was silent for a few seconds. Then…

“We tell them tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Nami blinked at him, surprised. “What brought this on?” She finally managed to ask after a minute passed.

He was quiet again.

A smile appeared quickly on her lips.

“Did he beat you to me while hollering?”

The scowl that appeared on Zoro’s face was the only confirmation she needs.

Ah. Her swordsman and his enormous ego got stepped on by none other than their blond chef.

“You know how he is,” Nami tried to appease him. “He always does that.”

“Tch,” Zoro replied grumpily. “Doesn’t matter. We are still telling them tomorrow.”

If she had enough strength, Nami would’ve let out a laugh.

She only managed a chuckle. “Fine.”

“Get some rest.” Zoro ordered, settling back on his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

Nami made a come hither signal with her hand.

Zoro cocked an eyebrow at her. “You know we can’t—”

“We’ll just sleep,” the navigator cut him off. “I’d rest better if you’re here.” She tapped the empty space of the bed beside her.

And he relented.

Truthfully he wanted to have her in his arms more than anything right now.

He kicked of his boots and placed his katanas on the chair he just vacated. He discarded his robe before climbing on the bed without another word, without any retort.

When they found Nami earlier—lying unconscious and unmoving at the bottom rocky slope—he felt his heart dropped down the farthest pit of hell.

The stupid love cook beat him to her alright… the irritating blond always ready to spring into action when it comes to her. He stood aside, watching as Chopper immediately went into action with his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

When the reindeer doctor declared that she was ok, he was able to finally breathe.

They rescued Usopp as well—who was lying just a few feet away from Nami and in the same state. They made their way back to the ship, with her in the cook’s stupid arms while he took the responsibility of carrying the sniper.

He wanted more than nothing to be the one to be there for her. But he had to restrain himself until night fell and the crew retired for the day to rest. Then he quietly went to where she was resting to watch her until the wee hours of dawn when one of the crew wakes up and he is forced to leave her alone lest they wonder what the hell he is doing.

The hell with all that. They are telling everyone about them tomorrow.

His attention went to her when he felt her lips grazed his chin.

“Hmm… I lied Zoro,” Nami murmured. “I can’t sleep with you here.”

“You just got roughened up earlier. You need to rest.”

“Maybe if you’ll be a bit gentle…”

“Nami!” He groaned at her suggestiveness.

He received that pout of hers that never fails to make him do her bidding.

“We’re already telling them tomorrow Zoro. It wouldn’t matter anymore if they find you here with me in the morning.”

She has a point though, like always.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zona drabbles #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

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Five OTP song playlist, tagged by @istherewifiinhell! Thanks for the tag! Gonna go with songs from my Sun and Moon x Y/N playlist! That’s kinda the only shippy playlist I’ve got, ehehe. Anyone who wants to do this can consider themselves tagged!

Only Human - Steam Powered Giraffe

I can make life simple (ones and zeroes) You can make mine obsolete (but please don’t) Your memories, they stick, mine I can’t delete We can both fake a smile, we can be confused at times We can both write poetry, and match simple rhymes

You must remember, you're only human You've got a ways to go, so put on a good show Keep it murky, or make it crystal clear, Oh, the choice is up to you, no one but beautiful you

Birdhouse In Your Soul - They Might Be Giants

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Romeo’s Tune - Steve Forbert

Meet me in the middle of the day Let me hear you say, "Everything's okay" Come on out beneath the shining sun Meet me in the middle of the night Let me hear you say, "Everything's alright" Sneak on out beneath the stars and run

Pollyanna - Catherine Harwick (from the Mother games)

You may say I'm a fool feelin' this way about you There's not much I can do I'm gonna be this way my life through

'Cause I still believe in miracles, I swear I've seen a few And the time will surely come when you can see my point of view I believe in second chances And that's why I believe in you

Forever Endeavour - The Altogether

Now you're asleep in the sun With dreams on the run And hoping to find them when day is done But they won't go far We know where they are We'll catch them like fireflies inside of a jar

And I'll share this forever endeavor with you Never expecting what's bound to come true It's always the mystery I've come to see That brings out the best in the you and the me

(also a bonus one since i could decide between The Altogether songs)

Billy & Anne - The Altogether

But I for one Haven’t seen the sun In days or maybe months And it’s only fair That I take you where That’s not true anymore When the storm is through We’ll know what to do You can walk in my tracks till we’re home

#long post #honorable mention goes out to Unpacking A Life!#that song always gets me thinkin about sun and moon movin in with y/n after all the chaos at the pizzaplex #''slowly slowly our things combine - your favorite stuffed toy right next to mine''

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Satisfying Salad

Chapter Four

I post a lot of different stuff that is totally consumable for minors, but this space is not intended for minors, so if you fall in that category, please navigate it responsibly and respectfully... on that note.. keep scrolling to the next post kids. ^ ^

Despite the tag, this is not Kaebedo, I’m shipping Kaeya with the Fellflower because I’m an absolute psychopath... I call it crack but it’s my otp idk what’s wrong with me, cryo sugoi.

It is still updating but you can read the full fic here.

It’s the big explicit spicy. Then we’ll go back to having some plot with our spice.

Until this moment, the closest Subject Three had ever come to a sexual encounter was probably with a pollen seeking cryo cicin. Maybe it was something about the way he had changed his body, maybe it was the effects of the drink or maybe it was the dragon blood from his master, but he’d never experienced a sensation like this. The way Kaeya’s palm pressing over him made his entire body hot with the simultaneous need to tense up and grab for Kaeya’s hand while his limbs also felt weak and he wanted nothing more than for him to continue.

Why hadn’t he felt this before? Did other humans know how to do this? Did his master? He was eager, too much so, to give Kaeya what he wanted in exchange for more of whatever this was. He knew he shouldn’t, that he was disobeying his master, but what did it matter? Kaeya already knew he wasn’t the Chief Alchemist he’d been imitating, he was more likely to have to fight his way out of Mondstat if he’d insisted on keeping quiet, and what state was he in to do that?

Subject Three had been yearning to get out of these restrictive clothes since the moment his master had approved the accuracy of his human form and stuffed him into them, but he’d still not felt nearly as desperate to divest himself of them as he did now. Kaeya was much more adept at removing the over complicated articles than he was, but he continued trying to pull himself free of them however he could, unaware his efforts were likely just getting in the way.

After what felt like an excruciatingly long time, he was finally free of all non-organic pieces of his disguise —aside from the tie in his hair, but of all the things he’d had to wear, that one was the least of his concerns.— Kaeya had sat him up to remove the garments from his upper body, but he was on his back again by the time his excessively restricting bottoms were all off. His sigh of relief was cut short on a sharp gasp when Kaeya wrapped his hand firmly around what was supposed to be some kind of human reproductive organ but had begun taking on some characteristics of his regular form.

The feeling of Kaeya’s leather glove was rough as he began moving it, slowly pumping the length with purposeful movement while Subject Three squirmed below him, his hands fisted white knuckled at his sides in the duvet. The longer Kaeya’s hand was on him the more the heat in his stomach pooled, a sweet, nectar-like fluid already gathering at his tip and trickling down the sides. “More… Kaeya… more,” he pleaded breathily, eyes squeezed shut against the sensation that his hips rose desperately to meet.

“Tsk, look at you,” Kaeya chided. “I’ve hardly done a thing and you’re already like this.” He slid his hand up, rubbing his bare thumb gingerly over the leaking head as though hesitant to touch the fluid. It was quite harmless to him though, nectar was produced to attract and reward potential pollinators so it made sense his body might go out of its way to produce some now.

All he could respond to Kaeya’s teasing with was an embarrassingly needy whimper, terrified more than anything that he’d just stop when the hand released him. He opened his eyes in time to see Kaeya tentatively lick the nectar from his hand, as though making sure it was safe… which was a valid assumption in all fairness, but since his species did not eat bugs and therefore had no reason to kill them, the nectar was perfectly alright for general consumption… although it might cause problems for anyone with particularly bad seasonal allergies.

Kaeya huffed a short laugh. “You really are a plant,” he muttered, readjusting himself to once again grasp the whopper’s shaft and lean his face down to lick the tip.

“A-ah!” His tongue felt very different from the rough leather of his hand. It was soft, warm and wet, and the feeling of it as Kaeya dragged it up the side from base to tip was causing a strange pressure to build in him.

Kaeya still had one hand holding him steady while he used his tongue but his other was busy holding Subject Three down by the thighs, keeping him still as he desperately tried to squirm closer to the stimulating feeling. His gasps and moans were getting louder as the pressure in his lower abdomen grew more and more unbearably tight.

As Kaeya’s lips finally closed fully over the ribbed tip, the sensation of his mouth and tongue surrounding it as he lightly sucked, Subject Three felt it peak as the pressure released all at once. He wasn’t even aware his body could produce that much nectar in such a short period of time, but the sensation was euphoric, eliciting a lewd cry and even a surprised noise from Kaeya as he drew back letting much of the ejaculation end up on the whopper rather than in his mouth. He’d hardly taken him yet in after all.

Kaeya sat up fully now, though still lightly stroking him through his trembling orgasm. “Hm.. well that didn’t take much at all,~” Kaeya commented, his eye narrowed smugly as he looked down at Subject Three. There was a pretty obvious tent in the knight’s pants as well but he shifted away now, removing his hand as well. “I should be getting you back to the side of Mondstat’s walls that you belong on.”

Was that… it? It was over? But… he.. he didn’t want that. He wanted more of Kaeya, despite the exhaustion in his body, he wanted this all the time… how was he supposed to go back to his life without it??

Even though his limbs felt like he had slime for bones, Subject Three pushed himself upright again, gripping Kaeya’s arm firmly and forcing himself into the man’s lap before he could attempt to get up and move away.

“Hey—“ Kaeya objected as the whopper braced his hands against his shoulders, pressing back against the lump in Kaeya’s pants as he straddled him.

“More,” he demanded, swaying a little still. There was a distinct pinch of over sensitivity that wasn’t there before that made him flinch and whimper as he rutted against the still clothed knight but he was still hard and it still felt that same way. Kaeya still felt and smelled so good to him, as he pushed himself flush against the other, pressing his face into Kaeya’s neck and the fur on his shoulder in his efforts to get closer still.

~*~*~*~

The whopper had finished surprisingly quickly.. it probably shouldn’t have been that surprising considering its very obvious lack of experience, but Kaeya was still caught off guard when it came so suddenly. The nectar it had been producing from what was meant to be its dick was very sweet and undiluted when he’d tasted it on his fingers, but the fluid that came out during its climax was actually much waterier.

That was a relief to Kaeya who wasn’t sure what he’d have done with a mouthful of something that sickly sweet. Most of the diluted sugar water tasting substance had ended up on the whopper rather than in his mouth though and he’d continued to stroke it as it came shivering down from its orgasm. He wanted to get this thing dealt with as soon as he could though, getting this technically dangerous monster outside of the city and… maybe some time alone for himself after all that.

When he announced that he’d be taking the whopper back to the wild though, he wasn’t expecting it to suddenly rise up and grapple itself into his lap, preventing him from getting up. The possibility that it had been a bad idea to indulge it to begin with did cross his mind, but was getting drowned out by the feeling of its hot, damp breaths on his neck and the way it was rubbing against his swelling hardon as it desperately tried to provide some friction to its dick against Kaeya. That smell was still coming off of it too, sweet and floral, and intoxicatingly heavy.

Kaeya’s hands came up reflexively to the whopper’s hips as it pressed its ass firmly back against his dick again, holding it against him for a moment before remembering himself. He wasn’t going to actually fuck a WhopperFlower… was he?

His breaths were a little heavier as he glanced down to what he could see of the whopper’s head still buried into the crook of his neck, panting against him or lightly lapping at his skin while his dick twitched traitorously in his pants. Whether it looked like Albedo or not, it felt good and he was increasingly aware that the scent of its pheromones was definitely getting to him.

All he earned himself was a growl when he tried to lift the whopper off of him, unable to do much in the way of removing his own clothes when their hips were welded together like this. With his dick already leaking a small wet mark on his pants… he didn’t exactly want to soil them further, he wasn’t about to get off while fully clothed.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get snippy,” he scolded, keeping his voice as steady as he could. “You want me to do it again, don’t you ?”

The whopper slowly lifted its head from Kaeya’s shoulder, pink eyes fixing him with a desperate gaze as it continued shifting on his lap. It gave a small nod, lips still parted and breaths short.

“Right, so you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” He asked, raising a hand to card through its imitated blonde locks.

The whopper nodded again, looking somehow more flustered when Kaeya leaned in. “Good boy,” he murmured against its jaw, despite having no idea if it was technically a boy or not… then again, as a whopper, he assumed it probably didn’t care either. It was already hard and twitching again after only that.

With a grunt, Kaeya braced his hands under the whopper’s ass and hoisted himself to his feet, lifting the other with him. “Be good and wait while I take off some of these layers, understood ?~” Kaeya asked, laying it back down on the bed.

It didn’t exactly look happy with this compromise, but it stayed obediently put with its arms resting loosely near its head and its dick still half hard in the open air. Kaeya could feel its gaze locked on him while he removed his cape and corset, and finally his boots and pants.

The whopper’s gaze followed him just as closely as he removed his gloves and took a container of slime concentrate —processed and sterilised for this purpose— from his night stand before returning to the bed. “Lift your legs,” he instructed, pressing one leg up by the back of the knee for its reference. It obediently followed with the other, exposing what Kaeya was relieved to find was a hole. Honestly, he had no idea what he should’ve been expecting based on a WhopperFlower’s understanding of human anatomy.

Scooping some of the slime out on two fingers, he settled himself on the bed kneeling before the whopper. “I suppose the cold won’t bother you,” he commented, tracing a slick finger around the entrance before slowly sinking it in, earning him a soft gasp in return.

It took the first digit with very little resistance and was handling the second one quite well despite the pants and whimpers it had already been reduced to once again. Was it just sensitive or did it have notably different anatomy than a human? It was responding well to the in and out motion of his fingers but seemed rather indifferent regarding which direction he moved them, implying that its pleasure was being derived from the friction alone. Still, it needed a little more stretching before it could smoothly accommodate Kaeya.

His biggest concern now was how loud the thing would get, he didn’t need any of his neighbours gossiping… especially after he’d been allegedly seen with Albedo. Assuming the alchemist would indeed be back… that would be awkward. It might get louder if he used his fingers alone to gag it, and frankly he wasn’t sure if he’d get bit if he tried, so it seemed like a smarter idea to just use his mouth.

With his other arm above the whopper’s head to prop himself up, he leaned back into its mouth. “Hush, you’ll wake the neighbours,” he muttered against the others' parted lips before pressing his own against them, slipping his tongue in.

The whopper made a soft noise of surprise against him, frozen at first while it took in Kaeya’s motions but quick to begin reciprocating as it copied him. At least it could learn from the best— not… that it should really be using this knowledge going forward as a WhopperFlower. Did they even have mouths?

By the time he’d scissored enough to fit a third finger, that same sweet nectar was already dribbling out onto the whopper's stomach, thighs twitching now and then while it tried to keep them in place for Kaeya. Its whimpers and moans were at least much quieter now being drowned out by Kaeya’s own mouth but it was about ready to finally take his dick.

“Don’t get too excited.. we haven’t started yet,” he purred, pulling away though the whopper reached after him still panting with a confused expression. “Keep your legs up,” he prompted, guiding its hands under its knees to hold them in place near its chest.

He scooped another generous glob of slime and applied it to his own dick before guiding himself to the whopper’s entrance and pressing in. Kaeya’s breath hitched as he entered, the muscles twitching and squeezing him as its body attempted to adjust to the intrusion of his now half sheathed length. “Ah.. your body is already pulling me in,” he sighed smugly, slowly drawing back to thrust in again deeper.

The whopper’s body temperature was actually quite low, but Kaeya’s own wasn’t exactly high either. The overall ease with which he’d stretched it hadn’t prepared him at all for how incredibly tight it still was, as though conforming to his size. He cursed under his breath as he pushed in again.

“Go.. fast again…” the whopper managed to gasp, it’s speech still as slurred as it was in Angel’s Share. Who was he to deny that request though?

Pausing in his motions, Kaeya sat up fully, gripping the whopper by its hips and lifting them off the mattress as he too rose up on his knees, finding an angle with better mobility. “Remember the neighbours now,” he teased, drawing back to push in with more force this time. Despite his light heartedly remark, he’d actually been quite serious, but the lewd moan from the whopper that followed was hardly subtle.

As he continued to pick up his pace, it wasn’t long before the whopper’s hands had abandoned their posts to grip Kaeya’s forearms, its legs hooked over his back now instead and trying to encourage his pace.

“K-Kaeya—“ he was only a few forceful thrusts in when the whopper came again, though notably less this time. Still, Kaeya was already this far in and he hadn’t finished yet so his pace continued unbroken, only increasing in both speed and force.

~*~*~*~

After Kaeya implied he’d be removing him from the city, Subject Three was a lot more reluctant to lay back and let him do as he pleased. The knight hadn’t exactly lied to him thus far though, so he felt at least somewhat inclined to listen when he reassured him. His breath was already getting short as another wave of heat spread through him when Kaeya leaned into his jaw to praise him.

Kaeya really did just as he said he would, taking off some layers before joining him on the bed again. Now that Subject Three could see Kaeya’s dick up close… he was aware that his didn’t exactly match up now. It hardly mattered by this point though, since Kaeya didn’t seem to mind and he was happy with whatever anatomy he had presently that was making everything Kaeya did feel so good.

From his position on his back with his legs bent up, it was hard to see what Kaeya was doing with the container he’d brought over, but it was mere moments before he’d scooped up the slimey contents and pressed a finger inside the whopper’s ass. Not a body part he normally had, just another necessity of imitating a perfect human form… although whatever he was at this point certainly wasn’t that.

He wasn't sure what a human was supposed to feel when they were touched there, but his body reacted easily to the in and out motion of Kaeya’s finger which soon became two fingers. The extra resistance created more friction, already making Subject Three more vocal and creating a bigger mess of nectar on his stomach as his dick continued to twitch and leak from Kaeya’s motions.

Although Kaeya hushed him, the whopper barely had a chance to try and stifle himself before Kaeya did it for him, pressing their mouths together. Another new sensation that made him still, taking in the way the knight’s lips moved against his, and how his tongue coaxed Subject Three’s into reciprocating. He liked this feeling as well, maybe just because it was Kaeya and every one of his touches was like electricity, it felt better still as he finally began moving to return the motion.

The nectar was practically pooling on the whopper’s stomach by the time Kaeya had worked him through his third digit. He made a disappointed noise reaching after him when Kaeya pulled away from his mouth and slipped his fingers out, muscles clenching on nothing. Still, he obediently held his hands where Kaeya had placed them under his knees, ready to follow whatever instructions he gave in order to feel good again.

With the same slimey substance, Kaeya slicked his own dick this time and pressed it into the hole instead. Its girth was far more impressive than a few fingers, making Subject Three gasp as his body tensed against the intrusion, trying to adjust around it. He’d hardly gotten used to the foreign shape before Kaeya started moving again, but much slower this time as he built his pace back up, encouraged by the whopper’s impatient demands.

The sensation of Kaeya sliding in and out of him was already incredible, it was already too good, too much for him. The heat pooling in his stomach already over flowing as he came again with a soft cry, there wasn’t as much nectar that came out this time, though Kaeya made no motion that he was about to stop yet. On the contrary, his pace was only getting faster and more forceful, causing the whopper’s dick to twitch out a few more drops as the stimulation only continued to grow.

He’d forgotten entirely about holding up his legs, instead reaching to grasp Kaeya’s wrists in an almost bruising grip. His dick wasn’t hard now but it was still sensitive from its two nigh consecutive orgasms, the prominent pinch of overstimulation with each thrust making him whimper and squirm. Too loudly for Kaeya apparently, as he was quick to lean back down to the whopper’s mouth and muffle him once more.

A hand moved off his hip, searching out the slime again, but returned instead to grasp his over sensitive dick. He grew immediately louder from this, gripping and clawing at Kaeya’s back while the knight ignored his objections, matching his thrusts with the assault his hand was making on Subject Three’s still soft, overstimulated dick.

“Nnh— Kae..ya.. n-noo,” he managed to whine against the other’s lips, but to little avail, almost sobbing by the time his dick was responding again to Kaeya’s movements.

The loud slapping of Kaeya’s hips hitting his ass with each thrust seemed almost enough to drown out Subject Three’s muffled moans, though Kaeya too hadn’t been silent himself. The breathy groans he made against the whopper’s mouth were growing more frequent and both his breath and pace more erratic, when suddenly his hips and hand both came to a stuttered stop. Kaeya cursed under his breath, eyes shut as Subject Three felt something hot spill into him that made his dick twitch painfully in Kaeya’s hand, apparently reminding the knight of its presence as he began stroking it again, moving his hips too though much slower this time.

Regardless of the pain, and the way he could feel Kaeya softened inside him, and just how exhausted his body was, he could still feel himself somehow getting tipped back to the edge. Although it hurt, he was so close again, he didn’t want him to stop yet. Despite Kaeya’s persistent grip sliding easily over his dick now, the sensation as he finally slid out along with the slurry of cum and slime that oozed out with him was what sent him into his third orgasm; dry and agonizing, leaving him gasping and whimpering under Kaeya, tears streaking his cheeks.

He’d never felt so tired in his life, he noted through the haze of his afterglow. He saw Kaeya move away from the bed before his vision dimmed to nothing.

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