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advernia · 2 years

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WILL YOU STOP THEM?

ONE —

The oddest thing is how real each gaze feels - it has the sharpness that gives an uncomfortable pricking sensation, the poke that makes the hair on the back of your head stand up.

Then there's the whispers - the whispers! They keep it all wispy, the kind that brings to mind the ghosts hanging around the school premises. It is noisy in same odd manner it is not, loud in the same manner that it could be easily carried away by the winds.

"Oh dear, oh goodness gracious! Do you see that over there?"

"A diamond painted over his eye... Orange hair... Oh, is that him? The one that had dared to leave Lady Rosalia hanging?"

"My! To abandon an arrangement with a lady such as Madame Rosalia on such short notice! What a display of inconsideration!"

"And to think that the Madame was absolutely delighted to have some people to keep her company, if even just for an hour..."

"Hmph, what do you expect? This school is simply filled with boys, not gentlemen - you lot set your standards too high!"

"To ask that everyone of this school be a gentleman is quite the lofty standard. However... is it too much to ask for basic human courtesy?"

Ace listens to all this and more as he and Cater cross the corridor, the paintings hung up on the wall not letting up on their chatter as they passed.

"Wow," Ace says, snickering at Cater who seemed to hung his head low, away from a line of sight. "You're super popular today, Cater-senpai!"

TWO —

A tentative shake, a double take at the label. One last check to be safe: he pops the lid open, takes a sniff of the shaker. Jade tilts his head, brings a hand over his mouth.

Strange. Didn't he just restock this yesterday?

"For table thirteen!"

Jade instinctively draws himself closer to the counter, allowing one of the cooks to deliver a finished dish smoothly towards the service area. There's a light savory aroma that wafts when the chef passes by, along with something a touch robust.

"Are these the spinach puffs?" Deuce Spade's voice echoes into the kitchen, tone doubtful. "... Huh. Smells different."

Setting the shaker down on the counter, Jade lifts his head up to look at the overhead cabinets. If he was right, the stocks for the herbs and spices should be at...

"You try making 'em yourself, wise guy," the chef snaps back. "Followed everything to the letter - onions, dill, parsley, cilantro..."

... hold on now, wasn't that too much herbs?

"S-sorry, senpai... I wasn't questioning your cooking. It just smells different from how the other chefs made theirs, that's all."

Jade looks over to the serving area, to where the two anemones were talking.

"And I think your nose's all clogged up from serving food all day," the chef huffs, pushing the plate of spinach puffs off to Deuce. "That stuff's the real thing, so go on! I got other food to fix!"

So that's how it goes: Jade watches the two go their separate ways, one back to the cooking station and the other off to serve food to a waiting customer.

"Ah," Jade chuckles to himself, staring at the half-full parsley bottle in his hands. "Now I see."

THREE —

Forty yards away from the goal, and the opposing team decides to do this:

the one coming from his left side is literally rushing towards him, head lowered like a bull's and hands formed into tight fists around his sides.

the one behind him, trying to catch up to him - is mumbling some incantation. Based on how the air draws a bit thinner as he moves forward, it must be a wind spell of some sort.

the one running towards him, laughing like there's a damned party going on, has his arms extended like he's reaching out to perform a tackle. Looking closely, the nails of his fingers are all long and sharp.

So that's one aiming to take him down through brute force, the other attempting to hinder both his pace and breathing, and another more or less intending to injure him. Leona snorts, keeps running. The Magift disc is still a halo burning red atop his head, its floating state maintained by his magic.

Sevens, he wouldn't give a damn if all of them just charged at him at once, dirty tactics and all.

"All you mutts keep wasting my time."

FOUR —

There are core differences between the words I can't, I won't, and I will; and Trey Clover wears them on his sleeve, has them inscribed on the back of his hand.

I can't were the first words he wore when he had watched a young boy be kept away from the world by his own mother, I won't followed shortly after when that mother had threatened him with the biting edge of her tongue and the sharpness of her eyes. I will is a will half baked, a wish unfulfilled when he made his first strawberry tart but was never able to deliver it to his intended recipient, so there it just laid for years to fester. Forgotten.

Years later, he wears them again.

I can't for those times he chose to salvage a situation instead of directly addressing it, I won't for all those times he had watched the passed judgement of beheading.

How long has it been, has it been a year... no, two years already?

Have the words I can't and I won't formed his second skin now?

Even as he watched the young boy - that same young boy kept away by his own mother - drown in ink before his very eyes?

Where was his will?

1: no dupe lmao! here's everyone's context:

cater -> aww, i can explain! (see: cater school!uni card)

jade -> it seems that more training is required... (ch3)

leona -> seriously, is this the best you can do?

trey -> i have to go...! (ch1 overblot)

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #jade leech #leona kingscholar #trey clover #i still think its a fun concept that if u do bad stuff around nrc the talking paintings will also give u grief about it lmao #alternatively: the talking portraits form your local grapevine despite the fact that they're scattered about the buildings lol #if u guessed that my fav out of this bunch is trey's piece then congrats! ur very right i rly do like what i did there #lol i do like it but honestly i think it could do some expanding too #i may like writing pre!ob riddle a lot but don't get me wrong! i'm very fond of riddle! it's just that when it comes to trey...#q&a

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animebaby00 · 3 years

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Early Morning Welcome: Soma Yukihira X Reader - One-shot

Summary: You've already been welcomed in as the newest member of the Polar Star Dormitory, but a certain redhead extends your welcome with a delicious morning breakfast.

It wasn't your alarm clock that woke you up.

It wasn't the early morning sunshine peeking in through your curtains or the faint chirping of birds from your closed window.

It was your nose.

Or rather the action of your nose inhaling so deeply that it had caused a new aroma to overcome you from the otherwise plain scent of your room and crumpled sheets that were covering nearly half of your face.

And it smelled...delicious.

With your intrigue fully captured, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, tossing the covers away into a crumpled heap at the base of the mattress. Feet sliding into your slippers, you stood, and shuffled out of your room.

Once in the hall, you noticed how quiet it was. All doors were shut with no traces of your fellow dorm mates in sight.

The smell was a little more powerful now, as it wafted through the air and entered your nostrils. You could only make sense that someone was cooking, and considering this was one of the dorms to the greatest cooking schools in the world, it supposedly made sense to a certain extent. But still, this early in the morning?

With crossed arms, you slowly padded to the stairwell and took quiet steps to reach the bottom floor, turning to head towards the kitchen.

Your ears then picked up the sound of clanging pans and the sizzling sound of something being cooked. You sniffed the air again.

It smelled rich, hearty, and delightedly greasy.

Bacon perhaps?

Your nose carried you further until finally, you reached the large kitchen of the Polar Star Dormitory.

And you were right.

Someone was up and cooking away without a care in the world.

He was male, lean yet slightly muscular, the curvature of his biceps evident through his thin, blue shirt as he expertly whisked away at a substance heating in a pot over the stove.

A strip of white fabric was tied around his forehead, contrasting against his slightly tanned skin and vibrant red hair.

But even though he seemed heavily drawn in by his work, it didn't stop him from noticing your slightly hidden form from out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head, causing you to stiffen as you met his friendly, golden gaze. His free hand flew up into a wave.

"Hey ! Mornin Y/N !"

His greeting caught you off guard, especially since you weren't too familiar with your new dorm mates yet. They welcomed you humbly the night before and you could only recall a few of their names in full.

Still, he had greeted you and you didn't want to be rude, but…

"G-Good morning. It's...Soma, right ? Sorry, I... don't remember your last name." You admitted shyly, "I would have addressed you as such but I didn't really get a chance to memorize the names of everyone here."

"Ah, don't worry about it," he shrugged off, "The formality isn't necessary. But you're okay with me calling you Y/N aren't ya?" He asked, flashing you a toothy grin.

You nodded, finding a strange, immediate comfort in his friendliness,"Yeah. Absolutely."

"Awesome!" he stood straighter, extending his right hand out while he continued whisking, "I know last night was a little crazy so I'll go ahead and introduce myself fully. Soma Yukihira. It's nice to meetcha."

You smiled warmly, stepping fully into the kitchen and over to where he stood, reaching your hand out to grasp his in a shake.

"Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you too."

He flashed another smile, before letting go of your hand and turned back to the stove.

You tilted your head at him thoughtfully.

Even though you just met, you were very intrigued by this boy and for some reason, you wanted to know more about him.

But just as you opened your mouth to speak, he beat you to the point.

"Say, Y/N. Are ya hungry ?"

You blinked. This boy certainly had his ways of catching people off guard, but you answered him nonetheless.

"Uhm...maybe a little. I guess."

"Perfect. Go and sit. I'll make you something."

"Uh, no it's okay !" You waved your hands in front of your face, "You don't have to."

"I've already kinda got a head start anyways. Go ahead and take a seat. It won't take long "

You held your breath, thinking that there wasn't any way to turn down his offer, mindlessly adding 'persistent' to the unknown list of traits you were giving him in your head.

Soma turned away, going back to the stove as you made your way to one of the seats at the bar, pulling out the chair and situating yourself comfortably, a palm resting on your cheek while your arm propped itself up on the counter.

There weren't any other sounds in the kitchen beside the occasional chop of a knife and the continued sizzle of food being cooked. And even though you practically had a front row seat of his actions, you had no idea what Soma was making.

He was very quick and precise with his actions, his timing with everything near perfection and you were completely transfixed as he moved almost gracefully with nearly everything he did.

"Do you do this alot ?"

He looked up, "What ? Cook?"

You shook your head, "No. I mean obviously you cook because why else would you be here." Your hand gestured to the clock on the wall, which currently read 6:15 AM, "I mean cook this early in the morning, and for other people so randomly like this."

"Well in a way," he started, cutting a lemon and squeezing the juice into a pot, "My dad and I own a family eatery and we opened pretty early in the morning. But most of the time, it's just to get in some early practice."

"Practice ?"

"Uh huh. I mean I won't get any better if I don't experiment and work with different things. And if I don't get better, then I'll never beat my old man."

His words piqued your interest, "What do you mean 'beat him' ?"

Soma looked up at the ceiling, "He and I battle in the kitchen sometimes, but I have yet to whip up something better than him." He clenched his fist, "He's one of the greatest chefs there is, and it's my goal to beat him one day along with being the best chef at this school so I'm good enough to run our eatery."

You smiled, admiring his determination, "Guess that video means you weren't lying then."

He tilted his head, "Video? What video?"

"The girls showed me a recording of your speech at the entrance exam. I didn't get a chance to see it since I was late arriving here. You seemed really dead set and," Your hesitated, remembering the angled shot of the people in the crowd and how poisonous their features looked,"...A lot of people looked sort of mad at you."

"Did they? Huh. Guess I didn't notice."

You practically fell over. Of course he didn't. For someone to have such big aspirations and goals, he was kind of an airhead.

But you honestly kind of appreciated it. For some people, it took a lot to ignore the negligent opinions of others, but Soma seemed to shrug any bad omen about him off completely.

You sort of...envied him.

"All right, breakfast is served !"

Your thought bubble popped once his voice breached the air, looking down at the plate he had placed in front of you.

And what you saw had your E/C irises snapping open in shock.

They were pancakes, thick and fluffy, cooked to a golden perfection while the middle remained a delightful off-white. There were two of them, stacked and topped off with pieces of crispy, pan fried bacon that stuck out delicately from their placement on top of the fluffy mounds. A deep yellow sauce cascaded from the top and over the edges, it's supposed thickness adding a strange elegance to the dish, making even the mediocre light in the kitchen glisten off of its polished finish. And the whole thing was garnished with a pinch of parsley.

You were completely awestruck.

"Well ?" Soma inquired, that same grin plastered on its face, "Aren't you gonna try it?"

You looked up at him, still totally bewildered, "I-Well, yes but it...it almost looks too beautiful to eat. Like I'd be destroying a piece of art or something."

Soma laughed, "Well I'm definitely happy that it's pleasing to the eye. But good food is meant to be eaten so don't think you're ruining anything." He gave you a thumbs up, "Go ahead and enjoy !"

You smiled softly and picked up the fork and knife he had laid out next to the plate, preparing to cut off an edge of the pancake.

"Ah, wait !"

You looked up, "What's wrong ?"

He folded his arms, "Cut it right down the middle."

"....Huh ?"

"Just trust me."

You blinked, your next words trailing out with confusion, "O….k…."

He gave you a wink and watched as you moved again to cut into the pancakes, but this time, right down the middle like Soma had told you.

Your knife glided right through the top, piercing what you thought was the pancake. That is, until a rich, orangey-yellow substance burst out and flowed down the edge of your knife and soaked through the fluffy center of the pancakes while also mixing with the thickened sauce below.

"Woah…" you breathed.

"Doesn't take much to wow you, I see." Soma chuckled, "Now make sure to get everything together."

You nodded slowly, taking care to create what looked like a perfect bite of fluffy, rich, and crispy.

Lifting the fork to your mouth, your lips encompassed it fully before pulling it back out clean and your eyes widened again as your mouth went to work in letting everything glide over your taste buds.

So much flavor and so many different textures.

The pancake was just as soft as it looked. The bacon was still crispy, even as you noticed it's thicker cut in biting it with your teeth. The sauce was thick and absolutely divine, buttery with a hint of acidity.

Acidity.

The lemon you saw him squeezing earlier.

Its classic yellow color.

Hollandaise sauce.

You inwardly gasped, now tasting and recognizing the other component of the dish that had burst out when you had cut into it.

It's smooth subtlety mixed perfectly with everything, the taste so familiar and oddly vibrant even though it was an extremely common breakfast food whether scrambled, boiled, fried, or in this case, poached.

"So what do you think ?"

You savored it for as long as you could before finally, you swallowed, refraining from taking another bite of what tasted like heaven on a plate so you could answer the red head.

"It's... incredible!"

Soma grinned, watching as your eyes quite literally started to sparkle which each additional bite you took.

It didn't take long for you to finish, and when you did, you sat back happily, humming as you relished in your delightful fill.

Soma leaned over the counter, "I take it you liked it ?"

You nodded eagerly, " Mmhm ! I've never had pancakes like this before. It was so unique! Everything fits so well together! The bacon, the Hollandaise sauce, and was that a-"

Soma snapped his fingers, "Egg ? Yep ! You're exactly right ! You definitely know your stuff ! What you had there were Souffle Pancakes Eggs Benedict style. Not a lot of restaurants serve it and it was my first time making it. Kinda risky but I wanted to welcome you somehow."

You tilted your head up with a smile, "Well...you definitely did. Thank you, Soma."

He beamed, removing the strip of fabric from his forehead and tied it around his arm, "Your Welcome, Y/N."

You weren't sure if it was from the meal you just had, but you felt full, especially when it crossed over on just how thoughtful Soma had been to you even though you just met.

Come to think of it, everyone had been thoughtful the night you had arrived.

You had been so nervous to cook for Miss Fumio, but you proved all successful in the end after she had tasted your dish. Everyone had been eavesdropping to see how you would do and surrounded you with all the congratulations in the world once you passed.

Everyone celebrated that night with a feast and you appreciated their kindness with every out of gratefulness you could muster.

They accepted you and wanted you to succeed.

No one at this dorm was at each other's throats like other students you had seen, especially the ones you had seen on the video of Soma at the entrance ceremony.

No, everyone here was considerate and friendly with a want for everyone to do their best even if they had powerful aspirations of third own.

Wholeheartedly, you did feel welcomed, and Soma's actions increased that feeling tenfold.

#i started adding gifs yay #soma yukihira #reader #reader insert #somaxreader #breakfast #welcome #warmwelcome #cute

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idga-buck · 4 years

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use somebody || eight

pairing: harry x plus-size!reader

word count: 2,000

warnings: swearing

summary: the morning after, wink

challenge: @baezen‘s the Other Guys Writing Challenge

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Harry woke the next morning to the sight of your back turned toward him, sleeping half on your stomach while clutching a pillow. Your hair was a mess, but he didn’t hesitate to brush some of it away, making room for his fingers to slide up the back of your neck. It was just enough movement for you to stir, turning to face him without opening your eyes.

“Good Morning, sunshine,” he whispered, shuffling his body across the mattress until you were close enough to hold. You responded, not with words, but by throwing one of your arms around his back, fingers immediately finding the hem of his t shirt to slip under. Your palm was a welcome warmth against bare skin. He smiled to himself and leaned in to press his lips between your eyebrows, chuckling to himself when they furrowed and tickled his nose. He hadn’t planned to fall back asleep, but with your fingers making tight little circles against his back and your breath warming his chin, the boy was out cold again in a matter of minutes.

Harry failed to savor the feeling of waking up next to someone, without the stink of regret or confusion spoiling the sweetness. So he wasn’t surprised to find himself alone in bed when he woke the second time that morning. When wandered out of your bedroom, he found you sitting cross legged on the couch in front of him, shorts riding up your thighs to reveal light dimples that would look better with his fingers digging into them as he-

“Hey, hey,” you called out, pulling from what was about to become a very saucy daydream. Fuck. He was a man with his fair share of morning wood experiences, but this level of fantasizing this early in the day was new. He tilted his chin up in a silent greeting and ambled over to join you, falling into you and the thick brown cushions like a rag doll. You fought the intrusion momentarily, but soon gave in and Harry sunk deeper into an unexpected comfort as his head landed against your thigh.

“You gonna run away to work again?” He asked casually, taking his time to get comfortable with one of his leg thrown over the back of the couch, the other bent at the knee with his foot on the floor.

“Comfy?” You looked down at him in an easily dissolved annoyance. He shifted once, mm twice more, before giving you a sarcastic thumbs up and folding his hands on his chest, head tilted back at an almost uncomfortable angle to smile up at you. You rolled your eyes, but answered him anyway. “No, not this time. I actually have the weekend off.” Harry’s face must have lit up like a child’s. The next thing he knew, you were laughing and he was launching himself off the sofa. “So now you’re leaving?” You called out after him as he made his way back into your bedroom.

“Yep,” he answered, spinning in his socks to find you up and following him around the corner. “But you’re coming too.”

“Am I?”

Harry was already pulling his jeans back on when you entered the room. Without him answering, you walked right through the bathroom and into the large closet on the other side, presumably to join him in the land of the clothed. When he was dressed, he started toward the bathroom before thinking better of it. He’d made himself quite comfortable in your presence already, but watching you get dressed for the day felt like skipping a few steps. Even if you hadn’t turned down any of his affection yet. At least not yet that day. You had the first time you slept together, but something felt different about last night. Harry didn’t spend too much time thinking about it, solely focused on making sure it happened again. Soon.

“Yeah,” he projected from his seat on the bed. Boy that felt familiar, but also brand new. “I gotta place near here, best burritos you’ve ever had in your life.” His promise echoed through the bathroom and soon you emerged, half dressed and looking at him like a mad man.

“You’re taking me out?”

Harry shrugged. “I’m hungry and I owe you a meal, maybe a couple.”

“You don’t owe me anythi-“

“Fine,” he stood and crossed the room, stopping in front of you with his hands on your arms. “I want to take you out. Is that okay with you?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so bold with a woman, but really is it bold when you’ve been dancing around each other for as long as you had?

You pondered the question for longer than he expected, but the second his grin started to wither in worry, your smile returned and brought his back to life. “Fine, I’d like that-“

“Great!”

“But I have to burst your bubble.” Harry frowned and gave you a hard look. “Wherever you think we’re going, I know a place with better burritos.”

“No way, José,” he said in an accent so awkward he physically cringed. “Besides, you don’t know where we’re going, it might be the same place.”

You looked at the shoes on his feet and shook your head. “We’re definitely not talking about the same place.” Without another word, you slipped by, leaving him alone in your bedroom and so so confused.

Harry found you standing in your kitchen, feet still bare as you stood halfway between the island and the refrigerator, shuffling ingredients from one hand to the other. He looked around the airy space, almost entirely white yet still homey and welcoming. “There is no way you cook in here.”

“Who do you think does it, then?” Your smile is real and it’s taunting him and Harry finds himself fresh out of clever quips, so he slides a wicker top stool to the other side of the island and makes himself comfortable. You work so efficiently, he has no room to argue with you.

“Okay,” you turn to face him with a serious expression that makes him straighten in his seat. “I have to warn you, it’s so good, that you’ll probably fall in love with me.” His laughter carried across the counter. “I mean it,” you were trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working. “-but try to remember, Harry... it’s just your stomach, not your heart, okay?”

Clearly you are very comfortable in the kitchen, but it goes beyond that. Knife skills he’s only seen on tv, the blade rocking expertly over the thick butcher block as you feed green onions and red peppers under every quick pass with your fingers tucked for safety. When you ask if he wants breakfast or lunch and he says both, he stands to watch up close as you crack eggs into a bright green mixing bowl with one hand. Chopsticks are in the second drawer to his left, or so you tell him, gesturing with your elbow as you pull cheese and butter from the fridge. Harry is your beautiful assistant as you perform culinary magic on the gas burner. It clicks to life with a blue glow and the vegetables smell like heaven and you’re using the chopsticks to beat the eggs into the smallest fluffiest curd he’s ever seen and his hands are meeting yours on a plate to wrap a wide tortilla around everything that’s sliding out of your pan. You won’t let him eat until there’s a handsome pour of salsa over the dish and you’ve grated more cheese directly onto it. He doesn’t even see where you pull fresh parsley from, but he can smell it as your fingers tear leaves from stem in a garnish that shouldn’t look so at home on something as simple as a breakfast burrito. You spin the squared off plate on the counter and it stops in front of him. Again. Magic.

“I can’t eat this with my hands though,” he complains half heartedly and your eyes roll so hard he wonders how many of his jokes he can risk before your eyes are stuck in the back of your head. Without a word, the beautiful plate before him slides away and another appears with a jar of label free salsa on the side. “Much better.”

Harry joins you at the round dining table halfway between your kitchen and living room and dammit it all if you weren’t right. It’s the best burrito he’s ever had in his life, but with eggs and cheese, adding a gooeyness so decadent and delicious he doesn’t even notice the lack of meat. He doesn’t bother trying to mask his moans and feels little shame over palming his breakfast, stretching his neck out over the table so any droppings land on his plate instead of his lap. You don’t seem put off by it and even reach across to wipe something from higher on his cheek than the food should have been able to reach.

You’re a chef, he finally knows what you do for a living and it all comes together. How picky you were over Darius’ kitchen, how comfortable you were in your own. Even the connections you had at Taix, it fits. Harry isn’t pleased that it’s taken him this long to ask, but the big reveal is so delicious he quickly decides he doesn’t care. You laugh when he applauds your performance and you admit that it’s not always like that. In a kitchen, you don’t have time to plate or play, someone else does that and lately, you haven’t had an audience at all. He asks if you were showing off a bit and you don’t have to say anything for him to know it’s true. The suddenly meek way you look away from him is enough. It’s not what he’s come to expect from you, but he likes this part too. He can’t tell if it’s because you like him or because you love what you do. Maybe both. He hopes for both.

It’s probably rude, definitely tacky, but he’s already been naked for you, so he doesn’t think asking about the money is really off limits, but you stiffen slightly before answering. The answer is comfortable, like you’re happy to talk about it, but something is off. Maybe the way he asked?

“I’ve worked in… shit a lot of your big kitchens in town, under a lot of big names, talented guys. I appreciate it,” you said softly and he almost believed you. “But you don’t make anything for yourself when someone else’s name is on your coat, you know? It’ll always be Wolfgang Puck’s food, but they were my hands.” Oh, wow. You weren’t kidding about the big names. “So I left the commercial business a couple years ago.” Harry asked you to go on and learned that you were a personal chef. Obviously making great money and feeding some of LA’s pickiest eaters without all the flash. You took meetings with their fancy nutritionists, spiritualists, whoever, made up their meal plans, prepped dishes for them every week, and ran a whole business out of your own home. Very clearly out of his league.

“Anyone I know?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and running his hip into yours as you loaded the dishwasher.

“I can’t tell you that,” you checked him back before bending slightly to add detergent. Harry dried his hands on a towel that he tossed lazily onto the counter before stepping up behind you. Your little jump at the surprise only pushed your ass into him and made him groan. Hands on your hips and back, Harry leaned over you, letting you feel all of him on your back. “Harry…”

“What?” He asked innocently, straightening himself out to follow your lead, but without fully removing himself from your body. His lips were on the side of your face, hands rubbing everything he could reach and despite the warning tone you used with him, he felt you leaning back into him, felt your fingers dig into his legs.

“Don’t you have to go soon?” You asked, but it was a breathless question as you guided one of his hands under your shirt to your chest. No bra this time and Harry fell forward, catching himself on your counter with his other hand to trap you between him and the white cupboard, squeezing and playing and letting the sounds of your quiet sigh spur him on.

“What if I want to stay?” He asked into your shoulder and you turned to face him, his hand still in place up the front of your shirt, mouth now hovering over yours.

“Then stay.”

#use somebody #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan character fic #harry x reader #sorry to all the hp blogs that get diverted to this shit show #spread (2009)#nerdy frog dad #you are a sensitive guy #togwc #the other guys writing challenge

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Beauty and the Panther (II)

“Just get a good night’s sleep, dear. We will see you tomorrow for breakfast.” Nyla nodded and said, “good night, everyone” as she walked up to the doors, turned and said “good night, King T’Challa” before shutting the doors. Even though the meeting went on and Nyla was long gone to her place, T’Challa sat on his throne, still thinking about her. She was all he can think about.

In this chapter, we get a little of Nyla interacting with the King himself. There are no warnings but be aware. Things get a bit peculiar towards the end.

It was the following morning when Nyla lied in the plush black, silk covers. Her nude body was being graced by the cold air as her little alarm woke her up, cuddling her; her eyes opened up to see his grey eyes. “Good morning, Power. I’m guessing you are hungry.” He meowed as she climbed out of bed and to the bathroom. She looked through a box with her “day out clothes” and slipped on a pair of jeans with a white tank and leather jacket. She fed Power before putting on her size eight Converse sneakers; Okoye was outside her door waiting. “Good morning, Captain Miller.”

“Good morning, General Okoye”; they began making their way to the dining hall. “How was your sleep,” Okoye asked as the walked through the warriors. “I slept fine. Wakanda is way more different than the big city.” Okoye placed her hands behind her back as they still walked. “And how is that?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not a bad thing. Just not used to a quiet environment. I usually have trouble with sleepin’ because it is so loud back home. Gonna need some getting used to.” Okoye nodded and said “ehhh, I see. Must be hard when you have to save the Big Apple.” They laughed as they entered the classy dining area. There was a complete spread of a breakfast fit for the king and his company. The dining table was a complete, round shape with the others surrounding it.

“Ah, good morning Ms. Miller,” Queen Mother said with a warm smile. Her head wrap was off and her grey locs hung to the middle of her back. Shuri asked “captain, did you enjoy your place so far? I decorated according.” to to your file.” Nyla nodded as she said “yes, Princess Shuri. Thank you. Very warm and cozy.” She looked around the room and noticed the king and a bigger man with amber hair and broad shoulders in fur chatting by the window. “Good morning, King T’Challa.” He smiled her way and nodded. N’Jadaka strolled in with his long dreads braided back, gold-rimmed glasses in a long sleeve cashmere sweater, slacks and dress shoes; all-black. “Good morning, Captain.” Nyla turned to see him and she held out her hand to be shaken; N’Jadaka accepted. “So, Prince-”

He interrupted and said, “please call me, N’Jadaka.” She nodded. N’Jadaka, I heard you were a Navy Seal from Okoye. How was that?” He chuckled as they began walking to the table, he pulled out her chair and they sat. “Well, training was a pain in the ass, had to kill innocent people, depressed to be damned and straight up anger issues. But, when I found my lady”, he stopped and smiled. “I swear she made everything better. She was the sunshine I need in a while. She is back home in Cali though.” Nyla grinned and asked, “must be nice, huh?” He nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, it is.” Queen Mother sat beside Shuri and said to Nyla “I hope you don’t mind our breakfast here. We will walk you through everything. Sort of like a tasting for you.”

Nyla said “sounds great. Doesn’t hurt to try anything new. I like trying new things.” The others sat with T’Challa sitting across from her. “I hope you don’t mind but I thought I wouldn’t have enough time to find a thicker shirt.” Shuri nodded. “It is fine, captain. Brother and I will take you shopping today so that you will be more comfortable here.” Nyla smiled small with a brow rose. “Thank you that means a lot.” She bowed her head to T’Challa and he smiled. Queen saw the first tray of food and announced “the first dish is ‘Baked Plantain Frittata’. This is baked plantain with canola oil, onion, scotch bonnet pepper, green bell pepper, tomatoes, garlic, paprika, fresh thyme, plantains, salt and ground pepper, eggs, avocado, and sausage.”

N’Jadaka passed her the small portion on her plate as the others made theirs as well. She grabbed the fork to take a small piece and can taste the different spices and flavors. “Hm, the plantain adds sweetness while the seasonings add a kick of spice. It’s really good.” T’ Challa watched her as she slipped her sweater off. Her eyes were on the next dish coming. N’Jadaka followed her eyes and said “this is my favorite. It is called ‘vetkoek’. My pops made when I was younger a lot. There is a lot of stuff in them bad boys. Cake flour, salt, sugar, yeast. Then separate shi- I mean stuff: Minced meat, canola oil, onion, ground ginger, garlic, curry powder, tomatoes, paprika, potatoes, peas, carrots, white pepper, cayenne pepper, parsley or cilantro, salt. If you got a thing for Jamaican then you gonna love these.”

As everyone grabbed theirs, Nyla reached over the table to do the same showing just a small amount of cleavage. Getting the eyes of the king and his friend. The other man peeked a little, tilting his head but T’Challa noticed and asked “Miss Miller, do you need assistance?” Her hazel orbs looked at him and said: “if you don’t mind.” He reached over and pushed the platter closer to her. She finally reached it with a slight bite of her lip and sat back down taking a bite. T’Challa looked over at his pal and leaned forward whispering something. The Prince looked over at the men and noticed the vein in T’Challa’s forehead and the swallow of his actual friend going down his throat; M’Baku, Lord of the Jabari Tribe.

[Wassiye by Habib Koite plays softly in the back ground]

Nyla sipped her water after many dishes later. “That was a lot of food. I can only imagine how dinner would be.” Everyone laughs as T’Challa chuckled behind his cloth napkin. “Looks as if the shops are now opening. We better get going before it gets too crowded.” Okoye clapped her hands for the Dora Milaje and T’Challa stood with Shuri and Nyla looked to them and follow. N’Jadaka went around the table to kiss Queen Mother on her head as he walked with the group on to the elevator. N’Jadaka looked at his cousin whose eyes were on the Captain. N’Jadaka scoffed and Nyla looked up at him. “So, what is California like? I have never been to.” N’Jadaka smiled. “We can talk about that tonight, tiny one.” They laughed and the doors opened to Shuri’s lab where he got off. “Alright, New York. Aight, fam.” Nyla smiled. “See ya, Cali.” Shuri yelled out to her older cousin “do not break anything, dim wit.”

The three of them walked through the pathway with the Dora Milaje behind them and a few inches in front. “Do you usually walk with the Milaje all the time,” Nyla asked T’Challa. “He smirked with his hands behind his back. “They go everywhere I go when I am out. It’s like a president thing.” Nyla nodded and looked up to him; he looked ahead. She observed his tightly curled hair, wide shoulders and full lips. He was a handsome man, a handsome king. “King T’Challa, what are your plans for the WPS Program? I will be looking for new recruits starting Friday morning.” He still looked ahead. “Miss Miller, I want you to do your best at serving, for myself and this country. We like to keep our people safe and I need to know if you can handle everything I give you, mentally and physically.” He looked at her then back ahead. “You have experience in combat so I want to see how much pain you can take when the time comes. I need a captain who can stand a chance under me.”

Nyla nodded letting everything sink in. She looked off to the side to see a bouquet of large orchids, lavender, and white. She looked at the elderly woman. “Ezi zihle. Ngamana ndibavumba? (These are beautiful. May I smell them?)” The woman nodded with a smile and stood to the side so she can smell them. “ Bangakanani, maam? (How much are they, ma'am?)” The woman looked at her then the royal family and back at her. “Umfazi omhle onjengawe, akhululekile. Njengesipho esamkelekileyo. (A beautiful woman like you, they are free. As a welcome gift.)” She handed Nyla the flowers, she thanked her and made her way back the royal ones. “Wow, those are very beautiful, Nyla” she commented.

“Orchids are my favorite flowers. Ever since I was little” she said and T’Challa added, “they are lovely.” Shuri looked over at her brother who was eyes were at Nyla. She cleared her throat catching Nyla’s eyes. “I hope you don’t mind, Captain but I scheduled an appointment with the best hair braider in all of African. She has done mine and Queen Mother’s hair. You have a wash, blow out and twist extensions. Should take about two and a half hour.”

“Shuri, that is very sweet. I appreciate”, she hugged her tight as the king felt left out. “Don't mention it. We have to make sure you look great here. We will be the look and the face of the Wakanda Protective Service Program.” They all finally arrived at the shop where Shuri led the way and T’Challa sat by the mirror. The stylist got started as he watched. The curve her lip as she watched the woman do her hair made his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way since his first love. The way she carried herself was the same as the first. Once they were done, they made their way on the shopping adventure and eventually arrived in the dress shop. Nyla stood in front of one mannequin with an amazing dress on. Royal blue silk, patches of kente cloth in the breast area, sweetheart neckline with subtle sleeves and in a mermaid silhouette.

T’Challa stood behind Nyla’s shoulder as her hands felt the fabric. “I see you have good taste in formalwear. It’ll like nice on you, Miss.” Nyla’s look up to him and back. “Maybe. Would it go with the theme?” The King chuckled and stood right behind her closer to the point his chest was only a couple inches away from her back. “Miss Miller, as long as you look apart, I promise you will be fine. You are one of us now. You are already fluent in our language. You might as well have a Wakandian in you.” Shuri stood in the mirror across the way looking at herself in the mirror when she noticed T’Challa inching closer to Nyla. She walked over and locked arms with Nyla.

“Did you find one already?” she asked and Nyla smiled her way. “Yeah, I like it. But I’m not sure if it’ll fit.” Shuri kissed her teeth, waving down the shopkeep. “Nyla, you will look great.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “Brother, go ahead and see what else you can find for our new Captain to wear on a day to day basis”, Shuri said as she and Nyla walked, arm and arm, to the shopkeep leaving T’Challa and half of the Dora Milaje out to the other shops.

Two Hours Later

They arrived back to the palace in front of Nyla’s door. Shuri placed her hand on Nyla’s shoulder. “Everything starts in an hour. Ayo will come up to escort you down. See you there and welcome home to Wakanda.” She patted her shoulder, holding her garment bag and was about to walk away when she noticed T’Challa talking to her. “Nyla Miller, thank you for taking the offer to help me protect with Wakanda. I am eternally grateful.” He held out his and she shook it slowly. “It will be an honor to work with you, my King.” She did the Wakandian salute and so did he, with a smile; he walked away with Dora Miljae and she walked in to get ready.

After her well-deserved shower, she did a subtle makeup look (gloss and mascara with full face) and placed Wakandian Shea Butter all over her nude, caramel skin. She looked over her perfume collecting on the shelf in her bathroom. She chose one with the scent of Jasmine blossoms and oak. She sprayed some in the air and slowly walked through the cloud. She slipped on a pair of navy blue lace panties and slid on her new gown. She turned to open the box of jewels Shuri gifted her for the night’s occasion. She stepped into her black five-inch stilettos, looking into her full-length mirror. She slid the straps of the dress down so the lied in the middle of her biceps. She wore a gold necklace with the shape of Wakanda, matching earrings with a gold cuff on her left wrist. Nyla made her hair fall on her left shoulder and as she looked back at sleeping Power, she smiled. She made sure she had everything before she left with Ayo who wore a mid-length black tribal print dress.

[Wassiye by Habib Koite plays louder]

The ballroom had golden walls around the enormous area, marble floor, and a staircase where all of the royal families walked down of. The event had started with hundreds of visitors danced and enjoyed themselves; the Royal Family sat at their table, watching and sipping wine. N’Jadaka wore a burgundy suit with simple tribal print on his collar, gold pinky ring, and his gold fangs. His braids were braided back and beard was trimmed. Queen Mother wore a pine green gown that glittered with a matching headpiece. Shuri wore her gown and she chose with her hair down. M’Baku wore a tan linen suit while T’Challa wore a navy blue suit with a red handkerchief and black dress shoes.

“I’m glad to see that our whole country has made it. Thank you, M’Baku for inviting the Jabari Tribe.” He raised his glass to the queen and added: “Thank you for letting us join.” N’Jadaka sipped from his glass when he looked to his left; standing. M’Baku looked his way and did the same. The others follow with the king by himself. When he finally looked at what they were, he stood astonished and speechless. Nyla was side by side talking to Ayo as they walked down the steps. His mouth began to dry as he still had eyes on her once she got closer. N’Jadaka said “aight, New York. I see you.”

“Young lady, you look absolutely beautiful,” Queen Mother said with a smile making Nyla blush. “Thank you, my Queen. There is a ton of people here.” Shuri nodded with agreement. “True but they are all here to welcome you, Nyla.” Nyla smiled as she looked around the table and saw M’Baku. “Hi, I don’t think we got to meet yet. I am Nyla Miller, the new captain of the WPS.” M’Baku held out his hand, shaking hers with a gap tooth smile. “Ah, yes. You were at breakfast this morning. I am M’Baku, Lord of the Jabari Tribe. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller.” They let their hands go as she corrected. “No Mrs. Just Miss.”

“Not tied to anyone yet. Why is that?”

Nyla shrugged her shoulders. Honestly, she never thought of it. “I was too busy with my work that I never was interested in anyone. Never liked mixing business with pleasure.” N’Jadaka placed a piece of bread in his mouth saying “well, pleasure is business and vice versa to me.” Shuri smacked his forehead and he threw a piece of bread at her. T’Challa watched as they talked and cleared his throat. “Nyla, dinner will arrive soon. We saved you a seat between mother and I.” She smiled at M’Baku and made her way as the King held her seat open; he slid her under like a gentleman.

The group was now all seated and T’Challa watched as the Queen poured Nyla a glass of red wine. “So, Nyla. How do you like Wakanda so far” Mother asked. Nyla finished her sip and answered. “It is really beautiful. Before I came down, I watched the sunset. It was amazing. My mother always said that the sunset was always more beautiful outside our city.” Shuri leaned forward and said “she must be amazing. I bet you two look alike.” Nyla looked down her glass with saddened eyes. “She was. So was my father.” The table grew quiet until Shuri apologized. “It is fine. It happened so long ago”, Nyla sipped from her glass looking around. T’Challa leaned and whispered in her ear. “If you need anyone to talk to, I am only a few doors down from yours.” She nodded and thanked him.

[Eeye Bé [elephant Song] by Baka Beyond plays]

They soon had dinner and of course, West African Beef, Plaintain, and Okra stew was Nyla’s favorite. The group watched as the crowd all while Nyla let the beat of the music moved her shoulders; N’Jadaka. “Uh oh, I see New York movin’ them little shoulders over there.” Everyone looked at her as the Queen stated that she can go if she wanted to do. Nyla smiled and slid out her seat so she can dance with the crowd. She stepped side to side while moving her hips. T’Challa watched from his seat with his chin resting his left hand, legs slightly parted. N’Jadaka and M’Baku looked over at him and the Prince stood, undoing his coat. “I see she the fun one.” He walked over to her and stood a couple inches in front of her stepping side to side and spinning her in a circle.

“Mother, want to dance”; Mother nodded and Shuri took her. M’Baku looked at Okoye and they both shrugged making their way to the dance floor. T’Challa only watched her, only watched Nyla. The way her hips moved, he was stunned. Mesmerized. He soon approached Nyla and held his hand out so she can dance with him. Both of her hands were on his shoulders while his were on her hips.

THREE HOURS LATER

Nyla was on her way back to her room with T’Challa. “Then that’s when I found Power by himself, in an alley.” T’Challa walked beside her with hands in pockets. “So, he is a rescue.” She nodded pulling her key out. “Sure is. Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me to my room. You did-” He interrupted. “It is fine. Like I said I am five doors down. Well, sleep in tomorrow because the day after, we have training. Specials ops and what not. Fittings as well.” Nyla nodded. “Will do. Good night, my king.” They saluted and he said “good night, Captain”; he began walking past her to his room.

It was about time she went to bed so she went into her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She stepped out her dress, flung in the nearby chair and Flipped her hair into a bun, wrapping it up. Her breasts were exposed due to the strapless gown. The cold air in the room made her nipples pucker as she lied in bed getting comfortable. She clapped her lights off in the room and soon was sound asleep unaware of what was happening down the hall.

In the master suite five rooms down, T’challa was in nothing but his silk boxers in the dark, bare back lied against the wall. His fingertips caressed the material of his sheets as he watched his television screen. His eyes watched carefully, the woman sleeps in only lace panties with her twists up. He can see her nipples harden as the curtains move in the wind. She was a sight for his eyes only. He continued until his eyes got heavy.

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Review and Food Photos: Restaurant Marrakesh with Garden Rocks Package at Epcot!

Restaurant Marrakesh is located at the back of the Morocco Pavilion in Epcot’s World Showcase at Walt Disney World.

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This table service spot is oft forgotten in part because of its location, in part because Morocco’s quick service spot Tangierine Cafe is so good, and in part because Restaurant Marrakesh just doesn’t have the reputation for wowing guests like many of the other World Showcase table service options have.

I like to revisit restaurants whether they’ve got a decent rep or not, and Restaurant Marrakesh is one that we needed to check out again. But it’s one of the options for this year’s Flower & Garden Garden Rocks Dining Package (click here for more info on Garden Rocks and the dining package!), so I was excited to return (and get a coveted ticket to the show!).

Restaurant Marrakesh is a dichotomy. On the one hand, the atmosphere features lovely design details in keeping with the overall styling of the pavilion itself, the building of which was overseen by the government of Morocco. On the other hand, the food at Restaurant Marrakesh is largely uninspired and lackluster.

Restaurant Marrakesh

Atmosphere

The atmosphere at Restaurant Marrakesh celebrates some of the classic Moroccan design seen elsewhere in the pavilion (and in the, you know, country of Morocco).A sign outside the restaurant promises “the exotic world of richness and splendor that is Marrakesh.”

Restaurant Marrakesh

The menu is posted outside the restaurant if you’re ever looking for a walk-in reservation and want to browse the options before you commit. One good thing about Restaurant Marrakesh is that it’s often available for walk-ins as it’s just not that busy. (Maybe that’s not a good thing, depending on how you think about it.)

Restaurant Marrakesh

The dining room makes a bold first impression, with towering pillars and beautiful tile work, lights, and carved wood.

Restaurant Marrakesh Dining Room

There are two raised seating areas on either side of a sunken seating area. The raised dining spaces afford slightly better views of the restaurant as a whole, while the lower area puts you closer to the entertainment. (More on that in a moment!)

Restaurant Marrakesh Dining Room

Metal is used in a variety of ways, with brass railings, silver decorative items, and pewter light fixtures filling most of the space.

Restaurant Marrakesh Dining Room

The centerpiece of the dining room is an empty tiled space with raised ceilings, massive light fixtures, and a small stage. It’s here diners find a musician and belly dancer at various times throughout the meal.

Restaurant Marrakesh Centerpiece: Music and Dance

The belly dancer is especially fun for kids, as she often invites them to participate! This is accompanied by classic Moroccan music.

Belly Dancer

If you’re interested in some of the craftwork at Restaurant Marrakesh, take time to look at the wood carvings and light fixtures. All are beautiful and show an impressive attention to detail and craft.

Intricate wood carvings

Moroccan-style lights

Whether we can say the same for the menu… that’s a little unclear.

Eats

Restaurant Marrakesh offers an array of traditional Moroccan dishes. The menu cover design is dramatic.

Restaurant Marrakesh Menu

There are plenty of drinks, including Specialty Drinks, Coffees, Specialty Coffees, tea and water, and Beers.

Drink Menu

I ordered the Sahara Splash, a combination of Vodka, Cranberry Juice, Midori, and a Splash of Soda. It was… awful. Something in the combination reminded me of cough syrup, so if that’s your jam, you’ll enjoy this. I did not.

Sahara Splash

The Moroccan Mint Tea is a much safer (albeit not comparable) option. It’s poured traditionally from a lovely silver tea kettle from an impressive height.

Pouring Mint Tea in Epcot’s Morocco

This hot tea is warm and comforting — and not cough syrup-y, so yea!

Moroccan Mint Tea

The Garden Rocks Dining Package includes an appetizer, an entree, a dessert, and a drink (alcoholic included for 21+ diners).

Restaurant Marrakesh Menu

There is also, if not purchasing the Dining Package, a three-course Taste of Morocco that begins with Moroccan Salads, includes a Couscous dish, and finishes with Baklava.

Restaurant Marrakesh Menu

The meal begins with a piece of white bread that was actually pretty good.

Bread and Butter

Moroccan Merguez Sausage is an interesting lamb appetizer. The sausage is flavorful, carrying many spices; and the tomatoes are a simple combination of tomato, red onion, and cilantro. If you love lamb, this will be fine for you. Otherwise, it wasn’t very impressive.

Moroccan Merguez Sausage appetizer

The Chicken Bastilla is a baked pocket consisting of layers of flaky pastry that are packed with minced chicken, almonds, and seasoning. The whole thing is dusted with cinnamon sugar.

Chicken Bastilla

The powdered sugar/savory chicken combo definitely takes some getting used to, but the filling is decent and does have some good seasoning. My main problem with this dish was that it seemed a bit stale. It was hard to bite into and just tasted a bit…old. This COULD be a great dish if it were softer and fresher.

Chicken Bastilla

For entrees we went with the Grilled Beef Tenderloin Shish Kebab. This is probably one of the most diner-friendly dishes on the menu, which is to say it’s just some beef on a stick. The flavors are straight forward: salt, pepper, garlic, parsley. But it’s uninspired — which works if you’re dining with a picky eater who needs something they’ve seen before.

Grilled Beef Tenderloin Shish Kebab

The Braised Short Ribs Meshoui Style was the best dish of the day (definitely aided by those cheesy mashed potatoes!). Meshoui refers to the marinading and cooking process, which is traditionally super slow (marinate for a day, cook on low for as long as possible). The meat was very tender, whether the kitchen follows this cooking process or not, and the seasoning of ras el hanout, chermoula, and more was delicious. This is absolutely the dish to get if you’re at Marrakesh.

Braised Beef Short Ribs Meshoui Style

Desserts at Restaurant Marrakesh are a mix of familiar and unfamiliar. Baklava is a natural choice here and includes layers of flaky pastry and simple ingredients like almond, cinnamon, and honey. This dessert is called a Moroccan Symphony, which seems a little dramatic for this dish, but this is a fun way to get a taste of tradition.

Baklava

Beignets and Cream are pretty much always a good idea, and they’re EXCELLENT here! Whether they’re particularly authentic or not, I can’t say. But the dessert consists of four nicely deep fried dough balls filled with sweet cream and served with chocolate and caramel sauces.

Beignets and Sweet Cream

The cream was similar to a custard or a pudding, and it offered creaminess in both texture and flavor. I really enjoyed the cinnamon/sugar on the outside and the dessert seemed soft and fresh. These were satisfying.

Beignets and Sweet Cream

Garden Rocks

Since I reserved the Restaurant Marrakesh Garden Rocks Dining Package, I was given my ticket at the end of my meal. The ticket is good for a specified showing — 6:45 for us.

Garden Rocks Ticket

I arrived around 6PM (45 minutes early) and was able to sit in the third row. The seats were great, but note that the popularity of the act will determine how early you’ll want to line up.

Garden Rocks Ticket and View

I attended one of the first shows of the Flower and Garden Festival.

It’s time for Garden Rocks!

Steve Augeri, former (post-Steve Perry) frontman for Journey! Plus some great musicians!

Steve Augeri Kicks off Garden Rocks!

The show was a blast, and I was happy with the proximity of the Garden Rocks seating. If there’s an act performing that you love and want to see up close, the Dining Package will give you a little leeway with how early you need to line up, and having a guaranteed seat is a nice perk.

Nosh or Not?

Belly up to Restaurant Marrakesh if:

You are a student of Moroccan architecture and design and absolutely must see the inside of the restaurant.

Something about the traditional tea service and belly dancing summons you.

You’re okay with some basic Moroccan food that isn’t very exciting.

Go elsewhere if:

You want to try inspired table service cuisine in World Showcase.

You’re satisfied with your taste of Moroccan cuisine from Tangierine Cafe (which we wholly recommend).

Any of the other 15 Garden Rocks Dining Package restaurants sounds good to you.

Overall

Restaurant Marrakesh is not an Epcot must-do. While the details in the decor are beautiful and something worth appreciating up close, the food is a downer…at least it was on this visit. And that’s disappointing because we know the Morocco Pavilion was designed and built with care. The pavilion draws guests in to explore its winding paths and stores packed with beautiful collectibles. Unfortunately Restaurant Marrakesh fails to engage the diner with the vibrancy that the pavilion otherwise celebrates. We’d love to see a menu overhaul that is inspired by the energy of a country rich in culinary history and nuance.

At $52, Restaurant Marrakesh is one of the least expensive Garden Rocks Dining Package restaurants. Its price is matched by Spice Road Table (also located in the Morocco Pavilion), and I recommend going to Spice Road Table if choosing between the two.

See our most recent review of Spice Road Table here.

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