#Kazi fanfic

[kazimakuwabara]

"Ice Skating" @sanusoweek

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It was supposed to be a romantic gesture. A day alone a winter island, with a warm meal, a bundle of blankets, and a chance for Sanji to show off his skills on a frozen-over pond. And then he would also, cleverly offer to skate with Usopp, so he could keep the sniper close... and surely one thing would lead to another, and Sanji could kiss his beloved in the snow.

Tre Magnifique.

There was one thing he hadn't factored in.

Usopp was abysmal at ice skating.

"Ooof!"

"Usopp!"

Sanji glided to a stop in front of Usopp who was lying flat on his back, his expression annoyed and cold. He sighed as Sanji peered down at him with worry, and grumped, "Roll me into the snow so that I can stand again. Please!"

Sanji winced, and standing bow-legged, helped Usopp back on his shakey legs. Usopp clung to him, and Sanji embraced the sniper, wincing at Usopp's irritated, and exhausted expression.

"I'm so sorry Usopp... I didn't realize you couldn't ice skate. You can roller skate so I thought..."

"That those skills would transfer?" Usopp asked, smiling weakly at Sanji's apologetic expression. "No. Wheels, are different than a single blade!"

Sanji smiled apologetically, "I can see that..."

He kept his arms around Usopp, the latter struggling hard to stand upright. The more Usopp struggled, the worse Sanji felt.

"I am so sorry, Usopp!"

Usopp shot Sanji a look, and his expression melted into something fond.

"Sanji... you were trying to gift me a romantic day. Don't apologize. You can deposit me on the picnic blanket, I'll sip coco, and watch you skate. Seeing how hot you look skating, is plenty enough for me!" Usopp tutted.

Sanji smiled a little, and nuzzled into Usopp's face, "You think me skating is ho-"

But moving against Usopp had thrown the sniper's tenuous balance off. With a yelp, Usopp fell, and Sanji fell with him.

"Oh!"

"Owch!"

The two men groaned and shifted, and Sanji got on his hands and knees as he looked down at his frustrated boyfriend on the ice.

Usopp sighed, "You've very hot. But the colder I get, the less attractive you're becoming!"

Sanji laughed, and pressed a kiss to Usopp's face, "I'm sorry Mon Cœur... Let's get you to the blankets and with that coco."

Sanji tried to move, but Usopp had him by his scarf. With a playful look in his eye, Usopp tutted, "Wait a minute now... there is something you could do here to warm me up."

Sanji blinked down with confusion.

Usopp rolled his eyes, and flushed, before whining, "Sanji... kiss me!"

Sanji grinned, and gasped, "Oh! Oh... but of course!"

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Usopp's waiting mouth, sighing as Usopp melted against his lips.

The day hadn't been perfect... but it was still looking to go pretty well.

#Sanji #Usopp #Sanuso #doodle #one piece #kazi fanfic #romance #established relationship

[mandiemegatron]

ᴬ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵏ ᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ @kazieai . ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗ.

ᵀʳᵘᵉ ᴬᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵉˢ

♡ ᴹᵃʳᶜᵒ ˣ ᶜⁱˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴬᶜᵉ ; ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ. ᴹⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ¹⁸+, ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ. ᴹᴰᴺᴵ.

There's a warmth over your skin as you slowly stir from your sleep, your eyes aching from the tears you'd shed through the night. You slowly blink and take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes with a tired hand as you slowly turn to the source of heat behind you.

"I was worried you were going to sleep the day away, yoi."

Your exhausted glare meets Marco, though you let him tug you closer. The side of your face rested on his chest as one of his arms wrapped tightly around you, the other running through your hair lovingly as he continues,

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

You shook your head, clinging to him a little tighter to which he returned the motion.

"Just sick of being too much."

Marco sighs, now knowing exactly what was wrong. Craning his head down to press soft kisses to the top of your head, he murmurs,

"You're never too much, yoi, especially to us. You know that. Ace was just joking, you know how he is."

You can't help the bitter "tsk," that leaves you as you turn your head slightly to bury your face completely in his chest, hoping to press hard enough to cut off your breathing.

"... don't do that," he snaps softly, pinching your side a few times to make you squirm in his arms until you finally pull your head up, only to glare up at him again.

"Well, where's the joke, Marco? He hurt my feelings and laughed it off when I said that."

Marco's face turned sullen at your words, his hand moving from your hair to cradle your cheek in a warm palm. His thumb brushes just under your teary eye, right as a tear slips out.

"I know it doesn't mean much, but I apologize for him. It was a tasteless joke and I'll be sure to talk to him later-"

Before he can finish his words, the door to your shared room is kicked open as a teary-eyed Ace bursts in. He kicks the door shut and flings his shoes off before diving into the bed and clinging to your front like a lost child, his arms pressing your back to his overheated chest.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I'm so so sorry," he babbles out, his wet face pressed into your neck as he shocks you into silence. Your wide eyes kept on Marco as he smiles warmly down at you, giving you a wink as one of his hands pats Ace on his tattooed back.

"You're cutting that apology close there, kid."

Ace sniffles and pulls away to look at your face, his frown deepening as he takes in your red eyes and dark bags under your eyes.

"I'm such an asshole," he bites out, causing you to turn and hold him in a tight hug. He stiffens under your tough until you pull back to pepper kisses over his face, his eyes falling shut as the adoration you give him.

"Yeah, you are an asshole," you start, giving his cheeks a pull with your fingers as you continue, "and it really hurt my feels that you laughed off how I was feeling. I'd appreciate if you didn't fuckin' do that again."

Ace nods and gets out a muffled "you got it." You let got of his cheeks and he groans softly, one of his hands moving from your body to rub his aching cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I really didn't mean anything by it, I really was just being an asshole. Are you mad at me?"

You shook your head before motioning to Marco with a small smile.

"Not anymore, thanks to him. You've got a lot to make up for, though."

Ace's face breaks out into a wicked grin as he tugs you closer, pulling one of your thighs over his own as he murmurs,

"I think I can handle that."

He goes to kiss you but stops, his eyes flickering from you to Marco and he asks,

"You gunna sit back and watch or are you gunna help me make our girl feel better?"

Marco rolls his eyes but curls around you nonetheless, one of his hands sneakily sliding down the front of your pajama shorts to press into your slick warmth, reveling in the way you practically sing for him.

"Like she said," Marco started, giving the other commander a devilish wink. "You've got a lot to make up for."

He moved down to kiss and gently suck on the side of your throat, his tongue trailing up to behind your ear as he nearly demands Ace,

"Better get started."

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #marco op #marco the phoenix #portgas D Ace #marco x reader #ace x reader #poly #AA my first lil poly post 🤭🤭💖💖 #i hope you enjoyed my kazie 🥺🥺💖💖💖 i love uu #you deserve the world bby 💖💖💖💖 #one piece #ok to rb #no beta we die like men

[enigmaticexplorer]

I Yearn, and so I Fear - Chapter XVIII

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General Summary. Nearly a year since the Galactic Empire’s rise to power, Kazi Ennari is trying to survive. But her routine is interrupted—and life upended—when she’s forced to cohabitate with former Imperial soldiers. Clone soldiers. 

Pairing. Commander Wolffe x female!OC

General Warnings. Canon-typical violence and assault, familial struggles, terminal disease, bigotry, explicit sexual content, death. This story deals with heavy content. If you’re easily triggered, please do not read. For a more comprehensive list of tags, click here.

Fic Rating. E (explicit)/18+/Minors DNI.

Chapter Word Count. 6.2K

Beta. @starstofillmydream

26 Yelona

The yowl of a monkey broke through a hazy dream: rocking waves, leaping porpoises, snapping sails. Kazi stiffened.

Darkness blanketed the living area, the moons having set and the sun yet to rise. Shadows played with the man who slept beside her. 

Wolffe was sprawled upright on the couch, his arm still resting along the couch’s spine, his forearm a pillow to her cheek. Chin tilted to the ceiling, his breaths were slow and rhythmic. 

For a while, Kazi watched him. Smiled smally at the curl teasing his forehead. Debated moving closer—to settle herself in his warmth and fall back asleep, to be selfish for a few more hours.

However, she wasn’t convinced they were…there. 

On the imaginary line dictating relationships they were past establishing friendship and currently idling around trying to be more. And…that was it. 

Needless to say, she didn’t want to come across as ignorant or burdensome or imperfect.

It didn’t matter, anyway. The chrono on the wall declared it was 04:02, and she didn’t want Neyti to stumble upon them. 

Carefully, she placed her feet on the floor and started to stand. The uncurling of her body, the waking of her muscles and joints, was unrushed so she didn’t wake Wolffe—

A large hand gripped her elbow. It tugged her back to the couch. She didn’t bother resisting. 

“Going somewhere?” Wolffe’s voice was hoarse from sleep. 

“To my room,” she said. Hooded eyes, bleary yet alert, wandered across her face and she frowned at his evidential exhaustion. “You should go downstairs and get some more sleep. You need it.”

A low sound rumbled from the back of his throat—the combination of a scoff and chuckle. “I see why you were single.”

She sniffed. “Asshole.”

“Mm-hmm.” 

Wolffe studied her for a moment more, and then he moved forward, flattening her to the couch, settling himself atop her body. 

Stunned, Kazi could only blink at him, caught off guard by his quickness and strength. Whatever he saw in her face must have amused him because he smirked. And then his face lowered, and she couldn’t help but smile as he brushed his lips to her mouth. A request, a tease. 

Angling her head slightly, she leaned forward, bracketing his lower lip with her mouth, winding her arms around his neck and holding him closer. His body sunk onto hers. Heavy but good; warm and safe. A cocoon to block out the world beyond and its unknowns. 

Kazi kissed him, and she smiled against his mouth, and she ran her hands through his curls, and she drank in the heat of his body, the hands exploring her skin, the tongue playing with hers.

Wolffe kissed beneath her jaw. Kissed her neck. Kissed a sensitive spot behind her ear that had her shivering. He tugged on her earlobe, and just when she was about to bring his mouth to hers again, he rasped, “I’m clean.”

The words broke through her daze, like the pincers of a spider ripping apart her cocoon. The muscles along her back tautened. 

Wolffe mouthed on that spot behind her ear. “Are you?” 

“Yes.” Swallowing, she stared at the dark vastness beyond the skylights. Tried to steady her jittering heartbeat. Forced her tone to be even as she added, “I have the paperwork.”

A head interrupted her view of the burnt-black sky and Wolffe frowned down at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She mustered a smile and reached for his shirt, trying to unclasp the first button. But her hands were shaking. They were fucking shaking, and they wouldn’t stop, and it was so fucking pathetic. All she had to do was unbutton his shirt. It was so fucking simple. And then undo her trousers. 

But she could feel him—feel his cock, hard and throbbing, between her legs, and he felt too large and she could only think about the pain years ago, and how it took her too long to be ready, and her partner’s annoyance when he realized there was something wrong with her. 

That she was broken. 

That she wasn’t enough in bed—

“Ennari.” Wolffe gripped her wrists, stalling her. He sat back on his haunches, his eyes narrowed. “What—”

“I’m sorry.” Pushing herself away, she perched on the edge of the couch, staring blankly at the windows opposite. Her stomach was furled in a harsh, unrelenting ball. Her thighs were so stiff they hurt. “I’m so sorry.”

“Kazi.” 

This was fucking humiliating. 

A lack of composure. A lack of competence. A mortifying display of imperfection. 

Kazi bit her tongue to stop the emotion collecting in the back of her throat. Took a breath and relished the familiar numbing sensation slipping through her veins, trickling from her head to her toes.

Wolffe cleared his throat. “Did I do—”

“No. It wasn’t you.” She looked at him, hating the hesitation in his face, and she clasped her hands in her lap, squeezing her fingers until they, too, were numb. “Sex is… It’s never been enjoyable and…” A choked laugh scraped her throat. “I’m afraid it’ll hurt. And I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you. And I know it’s unfair to ask you to wait—”

“I’m more than capable of waiting,” Wolffe interrupted. 

Her doubt must have been palpable because his nostrils flared. 

“I don’t need anything physical,” he growled. “You can take whatever fucking time you need. I don’t care.” He rolled his shoulders back. “I have two hands. They’ve kept me satisfied the last two years. And they’ll keep me satisfied ‘til you’re ready.”

Tugging on a braid, strands loose from sleep, Kazi smiled weakly. “Two years, huh?”

He blinked. The corner of his mouth curved. “You judging me, Ennari?”

“I’m just surprised.” Grateful he accepted her deflection, she leaned back into the cushions, Wolffe mimicking her. Hesitantly, she set her hand on his thigh. It was hard and muscled beneath her palm. She continued. “It’s no wonder you’re so tense all the time.”

A quiet chuckle reverberated through his body; her tired smile widened. Wolffe rested his head against the couch’s spine and closed his eyes. His hand settled just above her knee. 

“You know,” Kazi said, eyeing the opposite wall, “that picture is still crooked.”

Wolffe cracked an eye open. His brows bunched together. “Get your eyesight checked. It’s not fucking crooked.”

“It definitely is.”

Grumbling under his breath, Wolffe twisted his face toward her, the hand on her thigh tightening. A few seconds later and his breathing evened.

The smoky gray of dawn still clouded the skies and sunrise was still an hour away, at least. Kazi continued to massage Wolffe’s shoulder, deciding she didn’t mind waiting to watch the sunrise. After all, she hadn’t stopped to appreciate it in a long, long time.  

The heat of late afternoon beat on Kazi. Even with long sleeves and trousers protecting her body, the sun licked at her skin, a tongue of fire. 

Wiping sweat from her forehead, she snipped a dead branch from a bean plant. Nearby, Daria pushed the brim of her hat away from her eyes. Her sister hesitated, fiddling with her shears, glancing in her direction.

Kazi ignored it, as she had the last dozen similar moments. Something was on Daria’s mind, but Kazi refused to initiate the conversation—

“How’s your job?” 

Her sheers jerked and a poorly snipped branch collapsed among the watered soil. Grimacing, Kazi blinked at her sister. 

“How are you”—Daria’s cheeks flushed and she removed her hat—“handling the Empire’s arrival?”

“It’s fine,” Kazi said. 

Awkward silence fell, as it had every time they talked alone. 

They were trying. Trying to mend the brokenness in the little time they had left. But the past continued to creep over their shoulders, a specter haunting. 

Kazi added, “Nothing crazy.”

Daria considered her for a prolonged moment. “It’s okay to be scared.”

She offered her sister a tight smile.  “I’m not.” 

“What happened on Ceaia was traumatic,” Daria said, lifting her chin. “If you’re struggling—”

“I’m fine.” Wiping more sweat from her forehead, she shrugged. “Everything is fine.”

Hurt, subtle like the muted shades of hazel amid the green of a jungle, rounded Daria’s eyes. 

“You’re lying to me,” Daria murmured. Anger softened her voice. “I don’t understand why.”

“You’ve never cared before,” Kazi retorted. “I don’t understand why it matters all of a sudden.”

Daria flinched, and she dropped her gaze to an infant melon, a gloved finger tracing the pink ridges. “I’m sorry I made you think that.”

Sincerity whispered through her tone, a combination of remorse and resignation, and for a brief moment, Kazi considered telling her everything. 

The magistrate and his threat. 

The network and its desire to use her. 

The panic spiking her chest, a fishing javelin impaling her over and over, severing flesh and muscle and bone, whenever she scrubbed data or stole it. 

The nightmare haunting her dreams—the fear she would be discovered and it would lead to Daria’s, Neyti’s, and the men’s suffering. 

A piece of her wanted to empty her mind of all the fears she was withholding. They were, after all, trying to be more honest and open with one another.

But Kazi couldn’t reveal the truth. It was her duty to protect Daria, even if it isolated her. 

“I enjoy my job,” Kazi said, gentling her voice. “I’m good at what I do—”

“I know.” Daria smiled. It was awkward and hesitant, a toothless smile, and yet nostalgia unfurled her mouth further. A pink flower blossoming. “I remember your test scores. They were some of the best. Papa would have been proud.”

Emotion, maybe wistfulness or pain (it was hard to differentiate these days), burned the back of her throat. Hotter, more volatile than the blazing sun. Kazi looked away, to the little girl nearby.

Sprawled in the green ferns, feet swaying with the breeze, Neyti painted. Her white canvas bore the smears of sketches and blobs of paint. Her head bopped to whatever music was playing from the radio. 

Beyond Neyti, the jungle sprawled. The trees hunched above, stoop-backed and weathered; vines writhed a mass of chaos. The men were out there, having spent the late morning on a hike with a scenic lunch. They’d left before Kazi and Daria took Neyti to the park, enjoying their own picnic.

“Did you ever find your purpose?” The randomness of the question, the continued attempt at conversation, had Kazi frowning at her sister. Daria was already watching her, eyes alit with curiosity. “In the capital. Did you ever find it?”

Removing her gloves, Kazi said, “I didn’t leave to find my purpose.”

Disbelief vivified Daria’s snort, and Kazi threw her sister an exasperated scowl.

“I didn’t,” she repeated. “I left to escape that lifestyle.”

“Marriage isn’t a terrible lifestyle,” Daria said, her smile playful, “and neither is having children.”

“It was a nightmare to me.” Kazi eyed her sister. “If Mama hadn’t raised you in high society, you would probably agree with me.”

Daria stilled. Her mouth flattened as she wrung her hat between her hands.

“Just because my dreams were different than yours,” Daria said softly, “doesn’t mean they were any less significant or deserving.”

Kazi recoiled. “I never said they weren’t—” 

“You didn’t have to.” Daria concentrated on the melon’s leaves, hiding her face from Kazi; sunlight burnished her hair a celestial gold, bright and warm like a light house’s beacon. 

After all those years in etiquette classes and society balls, Kazi knew her disdain and dislike were overt. Even at home when she tried to gain her mother’s approval, her disinterest was obvious. She hadn’t realized her derision made Daria feel insignificant, though. 

“Dee.” Her sister met her gaze. “I’m sorry.” Kazi clasped her hands together, her skin clammy. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”

A small, kindly smile mollified Daria’s expression. “In hindsight, they were foolish to want.”

Kazi narrowed her eyes. “That’s not true.”

“My dreams won’t ever happen.” Daria folded her gloves and set her hat atop them. Her demeanor was composed, practiced. A façade. “I was a fool to spend so much of my youth yearning for those things.”

“The disease was random,” Kazi said tightly. She might not have shared in Daria’s desire for an arranged marriage and younglings, but seeing her sister renege on her dreams—seeing her sister belittle those dreams—was unsettling. Kazi still remembered a time when they shared a bed. A time when little Daria would whisper about her dreams to little Kazi, earnest and eager. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

“Maybe if I had spent less time wanting a marriage and children”—Daria breathed a rueful chuckle—“and more time trying to reconnect, then things—”

“Nothing would have changed.” Kazi pulled on a braid, shaking her head. “I would have been too stubborn. I wouldn’t have accepted anything you tried to give me. I’m responsible for what happened—”

“I don’t blame you—”

“You should.”

The words were out before she could swallow them and she winced. Daria was staring at her. 

“Kazi—”

Splat!

Beyond the garden, sitting upright among the ferns, Neyti threw another handful of paint at her canvas. It splattered; black dotted her cheeks like teardrops. Even the ferns were victims of her frustration.

Sharing a nonplussed look with Daria, Kazi weaved through the garden’s gate and approached the little girl. Neyti was already on her feet, tearing off the apron Cody gifted her, and throwing it to the ground. She stomped on it. For extra measure, she kicked a paint bottle.

Kazi halted a meter away. Cautiously, she asked, “Are you okay?”

Tears wobbled in Neyti’s eyes and she sniffed, wiping black paint along her nose. Her head jerked back and she glared at her paint-stained hand. A frustrated sob heaved from her chest. Flopping in the ferns, she buried her face in her hands and hunched over her knees, sniffling.

Bewildered by the outburst, Kazi took in the destruction of both nature and canvas. A massacre of blues and purples and grays bloodied the canvas, the black leaching into the vibrant colors of Neyti’s sketched figures. 

It took a few seconds for Kazi to decipher the figures, and when she did, her heart caved.

Seating herself beside Neyti, she picked at a scratchy fern. “You wanna talk about it?”

Neyti shook her head, still hiding her face between her knees.

“All right.” Kazi crossed her ankles, closing her eyes. “We’ll just sit here for a bit.”

So they did. 

Sunshine clung to their unexposed bodies. Humidity plodded down their arms and spines. The jungle laid quiet, even the insects too hot to buzz. Only a gentle patter as Daria watered the garden eclipsed the silence, and it was subtle enough Kazi found it relaxing. 

Soon Neyti lifted her head, wiping at her cheeks. She toed the edge of her butchered painting. Kazi let her stew for a few more minutes, regarding the ruined figures—the figures of her, Daria, and Neyti on what looked to be a Ceaian beach.

When Neyti shot her a furtive glance, she took the opening: “What happened?”

Neyti lifted her paintbrush. She mimed stroking it along the canvas, drawing an image only she could picture, and then she huffed, glaring at the invisible image.

“You weren’t happy with what you painted,” Kazi surmised. 

Tossing the paintbrush aside, Neyti turned her attention to the jungle, her scowl glum.

Kazi studied the painting again. “When I first started knitting, I was terrible at it.” 

Neyti continued to glower at the jungle. 

“It took me months to learn how to knit a simple scarf,” Kazi continued, watching a black bird circle above them. “My creations were awful. You can ask Daria.” 

From the corner of her eye, Neyti twisted in her direction. Skepticism, allied with curiosity, scrunched her nose.

“One winter holiday, I wanted to gift my mother a sweater.” The black bird flapped once, soaring higher as it rode the breeze. “But I couldn’t do it. None of my attempts were good enough. The last sweater I knitted had the ugliest patches crisscrossing the chest. I threw it out and went with a different gift.” 

The creak of the garden gate alerted Kazi to Daria’s presence. Her sister leaned against one of the garden’s stakes, listening. 

“The morning of the winter holiday, I went downstairs and I found my mother wearing the ugly sweater I had thrown away,” Kazi said, dropping her gaze to Neyti. “My mother and I didn’t get along real well. But she wore that sweater every winter holiday.” 

Neyti peered into her face, her eyes seeking.

“You have a place here,” Kazi said softly. “It doesn’t matter if you mess up a painting. Or fail a test in school. It doesn’t matter if you accidentally break something.” Sheepishly, Neyti grinned at her sportive chuckle and Kazi smiled back, murmuring, “You’re enough, just the way you are.”

Regaining her feet, she offered Neyti a hand, the little girl accepting. Once Neyti was standing, she leaned against Kazi, tawny cheek pressed to thigh, their fingers still interlaced. 

They remained that way for some time.

It was only when Neyti stepped away that Kazi nudged the girl’s shoulder. 

“Come on,” she said, grinning. “I think it’s time we cooled off.” 

They visited the lake. 

The water was a sanctuary to the heat and humidity, the canopy of trees a reserve against the sun.

Like most Ceaian younglings, Neyti was adept at swimming. Once she was far enough from the shore, she dove into the water, fully clothed, and swam for the lake’s center. Kazi and Daria followed her lead. Clothes and all. 

Beneath the bright sun, the lake’s depths were clear—hollowed tree trunks, spindly weeds—and the three of them dove to the sloping shelf, scrounging through the dirt in search of shells and fossils. 

Their search revealed nothing of value. But Neyti didn’t seem to care. She found a new rock with each dive and placed them along the shore. The logic behind her method was lost on Kazi.

Returned from their hike, the men joined, ditching their shirts and shoes.

Nova showed interest in Neyti’s rock collection. Daria and Cody drifted. Fox challenged Wolffe to a race. It was close, and they argued about the winner until Neyti interrupted. 

Neyti practiced her diving from Wolffe’s shoulders. Practice led to tossing Neyti into the air, which led to the men seeing who could throw her the highest. The farthest. 

As the afternoon wore on, Neyti took to the shore, yawning as she built a sandcastle. Fox helped with the construction while Daria braided her black hair. Cody and Nova swam nearby.

“I’m surprised you swim in this every morning,” Wolffe said. “In the dark.”

The sun was warm on her face as Kazi floated, and she shrugged. “There aren’t any creatures I need to worry about.”

Wolffe chuckled. “I find it hard to believe you would care.”

“I sailed in a tiny boat that could easily be swallowed by an average-sized whale. Not much in the ocean scares me.” He snorted, and she opened an eye, smiling. “One time, when I was swimming, a pod of sharks found me. They weren’t human predators, but they were known for being aggressive. I thought they were going to attack me.”

Chuckling he said, “I had a similar experience.” He, too, floated on his back, the brown of his skin warmer beneath the sun’s rays. “A pod of aiwhas came up on me. Thought I was gonna die.”

Kazi laughed. “What’s an aiwha?”

“A winged cetacean. Twice as large as your aircar.” Wolffe considered her and then smiled. “You would like ‘em.”

“Huh.” Kazi squinted at the sky, clouds of white froth foaming across the blue, trying to imagine such a creature. Ceaia had an abundance of odd, mythological-like sea creatures but she’d never heard of a winged cetacean. Her gaze slid back to Wolffe; he was studying the sky, too, ruminating based on his expression, and she couldn’t stop herself from asking the question that had bothered her since he first mentioned swimming all those nights ago: “Do you miss Kamino?”

“No.” The reply was swift. A bluntness lacking emotion; purely pragmatic. He sighed. “I do miss the oceans.”

“Would you move back, if given the chance?” A hypothetical question considering the Imperial-initiated destruction of Tipoca City. 

Scrubbing his jaw, Wolffe let his legs drop, treading the water upright. “I like the ground as much as I like the ocean.” He took in the jungle around them. “And Kamino doesn’t have solid ground.”

“You would like Ceaia,” Kazi remarked.

The tips of his fingers brushed hers. “I think I would.” 

Water rolled across her arms and legs, dragging at her clothes. Kazi ignored the tug downwards, not solely literal, but an inward tug, too, almost instinctive.

Wolffe surveyed the pits beneath them. “Can you reach the bottom?” 

“I have,” she said, letting her lower body sink beneath the surface. She quirked an eyebrow. “Do you think you can?”

An arrogant smirk humored the challenge in his eyes, and he motioned for her to lead.

With a slow, deep breath, she dove beneath the surface and propelled herself down.

Silence thrummed around her. Imperceptibly tangible. 

She dove deeper.

Though the sun was a wicked light above, the depths were cool and dark. Kazi equalized her ear pressure the farther she swam. Wolffe remained beside her, and she smiled to herself. Of course he would know how to equalize his ear pressure—it was something he probably taught himself as a boy. 

Once they reached the bottom, Wolffe searched the lake’s floor, and Kazi let her eyes drift close, embracing the silence and the darkness. 

This was her favorite part about diving. She could pretend nothing else existed down here: The galaxy’s issues, her own responsibilities, her fears and concerns were nonexistent. It was just her, and the water, and the pressure that could kill her. Oddly soothing.

But she couldn’t stay down here forever, and soon, her limit made itself known. Tapping Wolffe’s shoulder, she waved and started the slow climb back to the surface. 

The sun greeted her, a puppy licking at her face, its heat severe. 

Swimming to the shore, Kazi found a secluded spot, seated herself in the sand, and apricated beneath the canopied trees. On the perpendicular shore, Fox was sprawled in the sand, clothed once more. Nearby, Neyti was curled on her side, drawing pictures in the wet sand. Daria, Cody, and Nova were flicking stones across the lake’s surface, absorbed in their conversation. 

A few seconds later and Wolffe rejoined Kazi, a slimy, gray rock in his palm. It appeared unordinary and she was about to tease him when she noticed its spiraled protrusions.

“It’s bioluminescent,” she said, awed.

He turned it over in his palm, the spiraled pattern continuing. “Thought Neyti would like it.”

Humming her agreement, she took their momentary seclusion to study the arm closest to her. His left arm.

From his wrist to his shoulder, a tatted assortment of spirals, waves, and korus darkened his skin. A series of parallel ridges, like interlocking arrowheads, provided structure. 

“The men closest to me had similar ones,” Wolffe said quietly, referencing the line-drawn wolf’s head piercing his bicep. “They called themselves the Wolf Pack. Chose the name to annoy me.”

Stoic in its design, the wolf’s angular edges contrasted the softer, curvature design of his other tattoos. 

“Or maybe they chose it because they respected and admired you,” Kazi said. Wolffe cleared his throat, looking away. 

Lackadaisically, she traced a spiral, following it from his forearm to his elbow. The hairs on his arm rose, and a smattering of goosebumps dotted his skin. Wolffe held still as she flattened her palm to his bicep. As if he feared any movement would deter her. 

Brushing a finger along the wolf’s jawline, she studied his features. Thick lashes lowered. Lips slightly parted. His eyes wandered across her face, darker than Eluca’s soil after rainfall. 

It was the trust in his countenance—the lacking stiffness as she touched him, the relaxed manner of his jaw, and the fact that they were far enough away no one could see them—that convinced Kazi to turn around and shimmy her shirt up—

A choked noise sounded behind her. Wolffe grabbed her wrists, halting her movement, and she frowned at him.

“As much as I’d love to see where this leads,” he drawled, “my brothers aren’t far away.”

“I’m not undressing.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m showing you something.”

“Could’ve given me a warning,” he muttered, releasing her wrists. 

Instead of completely separating, as she thought he would, his hands settled on her hips. Calluses scraped her skin, his hold gentle, and she let out a shaky breath, holding still. Mirrored thumbs skimmed her lower back. A caress so soft she could’ve imagined it. 

“Nice dimples,” Wolffe murmured. His thumbs stroked lower, to a point she could only assume. The point where her skin indented on opposite sides of her spine.

“I didn’t think you’d notice them,” she said, resting her cheek against her bent knees.

Wolffe slid his hands higher, his palms bracketing her ribcage as he traced the outline of her tattoo. A low hum spoke of his intrigue. And secluded in the shadows, away from prying eyes, Kazi found herself relaxing into him. Basking in the tenderness of his touch on her bare skin.

A chaste kiss found her neck. Her breathing faltered; her eyelashes fluttered. Brushing her hair aside, Wolffe grazed his teeth down the side of her neck, kissing beneath her jaw. 

A delectable warmth seeped through her blood and swirled in her stomach. Throbbed between her legs. His hand skimmed her ribcage and moved to her stomach, resting just beneath her breasts. 

“Wolffe,” she whispered.

He kissed her jaw, soft and slow, and her heart was beating entirely too fast—

Beep!

Kazi jerked. Behind her, Wolffe stared at his wrist-chrono, his brows bunched together. He clicked a button. And then he stiffened. The hand on her stomach flexed. As if wanting to pull her closer.

“We have inbound,” Fox called out. 

Malaise knotted her shoulder muscles, and hastily, Kazi scanned their surroundings. Cody and Nova were both looking at their wrist-chronos. The former’s jaw was clenched, the latter scowling in the direction of the single road to the house.

“Wolffe,” Kazi said cautiously.

“We need to go,” Wolffe ordered. 

Anger—no, unease—radiated from him, palpable in its intensity, as he helped her to her feet. More like hauled her upright. 

Urgency zipped through the atmosphere—a cloud hid the sun; cawing birds were silenced; Nova carried a disgruntled Neyti back to the house, Cody ushering Daria after them. 

Sand shifted beneath her feet as Kazi hurried across the lake’s shore. Fox stood at the trail head, waiting for her and Wolffe. He was palming a blaster, and it was the weapon, his readiness that had her blanching, turning on Wolffe.

“What’s going on?” she demanded.

“Our sensors picked up someone coming down the road,” Wolffe said, tone clipped. Authoritative. 

“You have sensors?” Kazi took in the dense foliage, its vibrant green nauseating. “On our road?” 

His expression was unapologetic. “And around the house.”

“Be grateful for them,” Fox chimed in. His voice was calm but his features were serious, hyper-focused. “They’ve given us enough of a warning to prepare.”

Kazi blinked, dubiously. “Who’s coming.”

Wolffe squared his shoulders, his nostrils flaring. “It’s a military vehicle.”

The jungle stilled, her heart along with it; even the clouds seemed to halt in their lazy drifting.

Slowly, Kazi faced the house, the structure swallowed by the yawning wilderness. 

The house and elder trees wavered. Flickered and blurred. Like she was staring at them through sheets of rain. 

Suddenly she wasn’t on Eluca. 

She wasn’t in a jungle. 

She was back in Ceaia’s capital, the night young.

Screams harrowing the alleys. 

Body parts strewn across rubble. 

Her sweaty hand clamped around Daria’s.

But she wasn’t on Ceaia, and this wasn’t the Purge, and she wasn’t going to watch her kid and little sister be hurt. 

“You need to get into the basement,” Kazi heard herself saying. She didn’t remember moving, but she was nearing the back porch, climbing the stairs and reaching the back door. She looked between Wolffe and Fox. “They don’t know about it—”

“We’re staying out here,” Wolffe said. His eyes were narrowed as he scanned the leering foliage. “Strategic positioning. Element of surprise.”

The back door swung open and Cody and Nova appeared, both armed. The former passed a blaster to Wolffe who nodded his thanks. 

Four trained soldiers. Three former commanders. Clone commanders.

A reassurance, if anything. 

Wolffe faced Kazi, and though his jaw was tensed and body stiff, his voice was calm when he spoke. “See what they want. Play along. If things go south, we’ll intervene.”

Nodding, she stepped through the door. However, Wolffe grabbed her wrist, holding her back. 

“This isn’t a repeat of Ceaia,” he said quietly. 

“I know,” she murmured.

Inside, Daria and Neyti were perched on the couch, a holofilm already playing. Towels enshrouded their frames and Daria handed Kazi an extra, her skin ashy and throat bobbing. 

Running a hand through Neyti’s wet hair, Kazi gripped her sister’s shoulder and squeezed. A silent reassurance. Neyti waved at her, guileless confusion rounding her eyes. 

Before Kazi could explain, a loud thud pounded against the front door. Daria flinched.

“We’re going to be okay,” Kazi said, ignoring the apprehension spasming inside her chest. Both Daria and Neyti stared at her, and she mustered a tight smile, gesturing to the holoscreen. “Keep watching.”

The holofilm fell prey to the roar of her blood as she approached the front door. 

The entryway tunneled around her. 

Her dragon, its black hide glittering, pawed its bookshelf. 

Not a repeat of Ceaia, Kazi told herself. 

The doorknob was cold beneath her trembling hand. 

Not a repeat. 

Three stormtroopers blemished the view from the porch. The leader, donning a black pauldron and carrying a datapad, straightened.

“Kazi Lucien?” he asked.

“Yes.” Simple confusion, apprehensive yet intrigued enough to be innocent, calmed her voice. Working with Imperials the last few days had given her the practice, at least. “Do you need something?”

“Routine check,” the leader answered. Lowering his ‘pad, his helmet angled down and to the side, like he was studying her. “I’m Officer Sterling. Have you or any others in this house participated in acts of rebel terrorism?”

Not a repeat.

Her eyes widened. “No, sir.”

“Mind if we check?” 

Stepping away from the door, she waved the troopers inside. “Of course not.”

Officer Sterling strode into the living area, his two subordinates following, blasters in their hands. Kazi followed. 

A practiced mask slid into place. Cool and familiar. Her dragon’s wing brushed her elbow.

“Search the place,” Office Sterling ordered. 

The two stormtroopers marched toward the sunroom and disappeared beneath the partition. 

Not a repeat.

“How many people are registered at this house?”

“Three,” Kazi answered. “My sister, my child, and me.”

The officer glanced at the couch where Neyti was dutifully watching her movie. A polite smile warmed Daria’s face as she looked from Kazi to Officer Sterling. Her kindly expression must have convinced Officer Sterling of her innocence because he returned his attention to his datapad.

“I only had one person registered at this house,” the officer said.

“We recently moved to Eluca,” Kazi answered apologetically, “and our papers are taking a long time to process.”

Officer Sterling assessed her, his silence unreadable. 

Not a repeat.

“All right.” The officer sighed. “You’ll need to correct that.”

Half an hour later, both floors of the house checked along with the garage, the two subordinates made their way to the front door. 

“I’ll update the status of your house,” Officer Sterling said, stopping before the bookcase. 

Kazi smiled her feigned gratitude. “Thank you.”

The officer appraised the bookcase. He took a step closer. 

Stilling, Kazi searched the bookcase for a hint of their treachery. Their lies. Their rebel terrorism. It was melded to the wall, seamless, unnoticeable. 

Officer Sterling reached for a bookshelf.

Something—a hand, or a metaphorical noose, perhaps—palmed her neck. Tightened. Squeezed. 

“Nice carving,” the officer said. He poked the dragon on the near-empty shelf, and Kazi swallowed. “That’s some good workmanship. My grandfather was a wood carver and I’ll tell ya, that skillset is hard to master.”

Chuckling, she clasped her trembling hands behind her back. “So I’ve heard.”

Officer Sterling scanned the dragon once more, oblivious to the carving’s significance, and the information it could reveal. 

Kazi kept this to herself as the military vehicle rumbled down the dirt path. A cloud of dust kicked into the air, and once the jungle claimed the vehicle, Kazi lurched down the porch steps, hunkered behind a tree, and retched.

She vomited until she was spitting bile. 

“Fuck,” she hissed under her breath. 

Spittle dribbled from her lips and she retched again. 

The Empire now had records of Neyti and Daria. Fucking official, Imperial records.

All of her attempts to protect them—to hide them from the Empire—had failed. 

A bogged adoption process through Eluca’s Adoption Center for Young Girls and Boys. Pointless.

A healer connected to Fehr and, most importantly, unconnected to the Empire. Worthless.

Now, if someone grew curious—if someone deemed it necessary to investigate her background—they would find Neyti and Daria. Dig deep enough, and they would uncover circumstantial evidence against woman and youngling: evidence the Empire would deem strong enough to condemn them. 

A cold sweat clammed her skin and Kazi pushed herself to her feet, her legs shaky. 

Nothing could be done. Her efforts had failed. She had failed. 

Only baseless hope, hope in the solidity of Carinthia’s chain codes and hope Kazi never gave the Empire reason to investigate, would keep Neyti and Daria safe.

Wiping her hand across her mouth, Kazi straightened her damp clothes and returned inside. 

Gathered at the kitchen table, the men were analyzing a holopod displaying the vacated dirt road. Daria and Neyti remained on the couch, the latter asleep in the former’s lap. 

“It was a routine check,” Kazi said, joining the men. Wolffe shared a look with Cody. “They were searching for signs of rebel activity. Sounds like they’re checking all houses.”

Fox crossed his arms over his chest. “Did they mention how often these ‘routine checks’ will occur?” 

She shook her head.

“Did they suspect anything?” Cody asked.

“No.” Rubbing her hands together, she stared at the holopod display. Her heart was jumping around her ribcage, out of control, fearful. It felt like her chest might pop. “I don’t think so.”

Fox stepped closer to her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” 

Whatever adrenaline had kept her in control, composed and competent, in front of the Imperials seemed to abandon her. Her blood was cold, and her legs too weak, and she thought she might collapse. 

Her hands were shaking and she quickly hid them behind her back, gritting her teeth as she forced her mind to numb itself. Forcibly shoved aside her fear and panic, shoved them down, until she was nothing more than a hollowed tree. Empty. Unfeeling.

“They didn’t find anything,” Kazi said, her voice distant, cold. “And they didn’t seem suspicious.”

“It was a random check?” Fox asked. 

“That’s what they said.”

“And they said nothing else?”

“Nothing.”

“If they said something—”

“That’s enough.” Wolffe’s voice cut through the numbness chilling her mind, and Kazi blinked. He was staring at her, assessing, narrow-eyed, and then he faced his brothers. “We can discuss this later.”

At the dismissal, she started for the staircase, needing to lock herself away. Only for a few minutes. To compose herself, once more.

Her body seemed far away, disconnected, as she neared the first step. And it took her a prolonged moment to realize someone had reached for her shoulder, withholding her.

“Kazi,” Wolffe murmured. And it was the concern in his tone, the concern in the way he searched her face, that had her mustering a tight smile. For his sake.

“I thought something at work…” 

“You thought they’d discovered you.”

Fatigue gnawed on her bones as suppressed emotions fought with her control. Biting the inside of her cheek, she ordered herself to remain numb. To not succumb to the tears burning the back of her eyes.

“I always knew working for the network was dangerous,” Kazi said hoarsely. “But I didn’t think…”

Shrugging, she breathed a humorless laugh. 

Wolffe watched her. Unmoving. Inscrutable. 

The repressed tears were scorching and she clenched her jaw. Dug her fingernails into her palms—

The hand on her shoulder moved to her back, urged her forward, and Kazi found herself leaning into Wolffe, pressing her forehead to his chest. 

“I keep failing,” she whispered, for only him to hear. A secret she couldn’t share with Daria. A responsibility she had to endure alone.

A heavy arm wound around her shoulders. It held her close. 

And gods, did it feel nice. To rely on another, for just a moment.

Masterlist | Chapter 17 | A Muse | Chapter 19

A/N: Read “A Muse” for additional story context.

Next chapter release – May 23rd  

Tag: @ulchabhangorm

#I Yearn and so I Fear #commander wolffe x oc: kazi ennari #commander wolffe #oc: kazi ennari #star wars fan fiction #star wars fanfiction #commander wolffe fanfiction #commander wolffe fanfic #commander wolffe x oc

[illuminatimermaid]

7 Sentence Sunday

I taking the open invitation from @thotpuppy to share a small peice of writing online for the first time in at least a decade! So hear is an excerpt from Hot and Heavy

 "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable or rush you," he said quietly.

 "Well, I'm not uncomfortable," she stated matter of factly. 

 "You're not?" he said as he locked eyes with her.

 "I'm not. I was actually upset that you were trying to leave again. I thought I was doing something wrong but I guess it was kind of the opposite," she laughed and then averted her gaze, "It's actually kind of flattering. I uh… didn't know you felt that way about me." 

#dont look at this on the web its hideous and Im too kazy to fix it #Olivara #the kiss bet #the kiss bet webtoon #oliver yang #the kiss bet fan fic #webtoon fanfic #fanfic #mermaid blubs

[madmag-running]

The thief remains casual as he feels the eyes on him rather than sees them. Exhaling a cloudy breath as he glances around for any sign of a scope. Of another human in the woods other than himself. It could be an animal, he supposes, but somehow Lupin finds that it doesn't seem right for it to be an animal. The gaze feels human, like he's not being hunted but observed by another.

...at least this just got a lot more interesting.

Zenigata's been missing, and Lupin finds him, even if he doesn't recognize the man he's looking back at.

#luzeni #lots of dark themes in this one bois #lots of angst #im very sorry #based on one of kazi's works #lupin the third fanfic #lupin the 3rd #lupin #koichi zenigata #ao3 link

[wheretwofacesmeet]

That Gleam In Your Eyes

" This is not real. "

Of course, that much was obvious.

They'd sunk into sleep , head resting on the books they'd been gifted by their beloved parents. Then, This happened again.

" You may think that," replied the other elf.

The Dream Elf; or, more accurately, The Cognitive Simulation.

" Dreams are-"

" a product of brainstem activation during rapid -eye movement sleep,and stimulation of the limbic system."

He rolled his bright gold-eyes.

He didn't have the same interest in studying as they did.

" This might be-"

" Memory reprocessing? Your subconscious exercising its imagination? "

"LET ME THINK!!"

The Dream Elf jumped, wings stirring behind him.

They breathed heavily, startled by their own outburst. This wasn't like them.

But they'd spent one night too many, stuck in the same reoccurring dream that did not come from anything they'd actually seen or experienced.

Their face lit up. " Stress! Too much stress from the everyday life of a hard-working student."

Pearlescent teeth flashed in a charming cat's-grin.

" I am as real as YOU are, Kazi."

Kazi groaned.

" No. No. No. You are an illusion."

" Doesn't this FEEL real, to you?"

He stood up, leaving them sitting down on the stone steps of the Spire.

He gestured at the pink clouds below, the dawn sky above, the Storm Spire itself.

He spread wide his thistle-purple wings.

The sun began to rise, and golden light illuminated him.

They inhaled sharply, eyes widening behind their glasses.

He was tall, exceeding six feet in height .

Thick, shoulder-length hair. They'd thought it was blue, but it was actually bluish-white.

His skin was lavender blue, not a shade real Skywing Elves possessed.

Raisin -purple horns, their shape unfamiliar.

Not Moonshadow, Sunfire, or any other that they'd seen in real life or in books.

The horns swept jaggedly backward, gold gilding each one's three points.

He was fair-faced, well-shaped ( neither too slender nor too muscular), and handsomely arrayed in evening and dawn shades of gray,purple and blue.

He was a Skywing Elf, correct?

They'd studied the six races thoroughly enough to know what one looked like. Even if their excellent memory was failing them in their unconscious state, those rare elven wings were unmistakable.

But, so much of what they saw was wrong.

The coloration of his skin, his hair, his wings.

The shades of his clothing, accurately streamlined and backless though it was.

The strange horns.

And, although he should bear Skywing markings...

Kazi stood up for the first time in these not-dreams.

They walked over to the other elf.

They barely stopped themself, from reaching out and touching his forearm.

" This is..."

His face was clear of any markings .

His body, however, was covered in many many constellations of innumerable white spots. Kazi looked closer.

His cool breath washed over their cheek.

His chest gently swelled and sank.

They leaned in as far as they could, trying to get a better look at a fascinating phenomenon.

The Skywing's spots appeared to twinkle and shine, almost imperceptibly...

" Ahem."

Not that he was really bothered by the student's too-close proximity.

They could tell, seeing the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

The gleam in his entrancing eyes.

Kazi's cheeks, ironically, burned. They hastily stepped backwards, tripping over their own feet. Her Radiance would've laughed till she was in tears.

Was there no stone support behind them?

Was their body hanging back in empty air...?

" KAZI!!"

The air whooshed past them, and the Spire rose higher and higher into those rosy-colored fluffy clouds.

They'd had no idea, what falling to meet the ground and the afterlife would feel like.

Books could describe it, but nothing they'd read was quite like this.

Like flying, but rapidly downward.

Like the wind was vengeful, trying to rip off their hair and skin and clothes.

It snatched their glasses, and the world blurred even more than it already had.

Kazi hoped, more than ever ,that this was truly no more than a bizarre repeating dream...

They hit not the ground, but his strong arms.

They rose comfortably up and up, up until he got back to where the two of them had been.

Kazi breathed in panicked pants.

" THAT-I almost- I could have-"

" Do you believe me now?"

" NOT THE TIME!"

He had something in his hand. They grabbed it-yes, it was indeed their precious glasses.

The world came back into focus.

" Alright, I have questions."

" I have answers, Emerald Eyes."

" Give them then, uh...Dreamy? No no, that is not what I meant...I meant, um.."

Their cheeks heated up again. His rich laughter filled their ears .

" Just tell me what this is."

" I do not know exactly. I think, our bodies stay behind, but our souls travel here."

" Why?"

" I don't know. "

" Do you know why your dream-self appears this way? "

They gestured to everything .

" Your eyes are accurate. But not the horns. Not the color or length of your hair. Not your purple-feathered wings or lavender blue- skin. And not the bright freckles."

" It looks wrong? "

His wings drooped. " You think I am odd-looking? Hideous?'"

His face fell as far as Kazi just had.

" Oh no, I do not mean that! I am so sorry, I'm never this bad at language, I meant-"

" Ahahahaha! "

He laughed once more, highly amused by his act. They glared at him.

" My apologies,darling. You are very entertaining."

" I'm not staying here to be ridiculed."

He grabbed their arm ,as they turned to walk off to wherever else they could.

" No,listen. Please. Don't go away. I like you."

" What about me, do you like? We don't even know each other!"

" You live in Lux Aurea. Your birthday is today, the tenth of February.

You are studying language,translation and interpretation. You like hard work, studying, and learning new languages, and meeting new people. You dislike distractions, stress, oversleeping and war."

They smiled shyly.

" I thought you found all my talking tedious. "

" Your voice and your words, keep my attention very well. They are captivating. "

He leaned in close, grinning.

" I like your hair, too. It's beautiful."

" I was going to the say the same about your,um, twinkly freckles?"

They chuckled together.

They smiled at one another. The student's heart beat faster for some reason.

" You know all this about me...but, I do not know anything about you. Not even your name."

" Just call me Starwing..."

He took their face gently in his hands.

He hesitated.

" We should meet in the waking world, first," Kazi said to him. This was not exactly what they wanted at that moment; but it was the right way to go about this.

" I'll find you," promised the Sunfire to the Skywing.

Then they woke up.

The table and books were blurred. Kazi felt the ghosts of cool fingertips on their cheeks.

They wished they felt the ghost of a kiss.

They felt around for their glasses. These weren't on the table, but on the floor.

First, breakfast. After that, research for these out-of-body experiences.

They thought of the sun on his horns, and the gleam of his gold eyes.

...Maybe , research first.

#the dragon prince #tdp fanfic #tdp kazi #starwing #tdp elves #sunfire elf #storm spire #dreams #lux aurea #skywing elf

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! This was one HECK of a week, and it couldn't have happened without all of the submissions I received! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Vermillion (Clone OC Specter x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover ✨ The Den (Kix x OC Nihlus Brek) by @for-the-sake-of-color ✨ Dancing Lights (Wolf!Wolffe x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness ✨ I Yearn, And So I Fear (Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ✨ Man on the Moon (Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @emeraldvsociety ✨ In Command (Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Eight Shades of Blue (and the Touch of Orange) (501st Legion x f!Reader, Cody x f!Reader) by the_rain_on_kamino (AO3) Crèche to Command by Boredom (AO3) The Commander Swap by @brainrotrants Dominoes by meridianpony (AO3) Fox Hates Red by @stormyblue90 Dead Dog by @corvod

The Bad Batch: ✨ Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit Tooka Dad (Crosshair x OC Rayla) by @drafthorsemath Sunflowers & Blasters (Crosshair x OC Isabella Ramót) by @523rdrebel Low Battery (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @523rdrebel ✨ Cleaning Up (Tech x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Secret Kingdoms (Knight!Hunter x f!Reader) by @jedipoodoo/@lizartgurl A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic by @just-here-with-my-thoughts

Call of Duty: ✨ If I Had a Heart (Ghost x Soap) by @cod-fishing

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Marvel/MCU: Black and Tan (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossovers: The Misadventures of Cosplay Man (Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: How Dominoes Fall by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Temeura Morrison Study by @keldabekush Cody with Long Hair Art by @rochenn Commander Cody Art by @captora Blade to Blade by @rackcty Anakin and Ahsoka Art by @finpews

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Character Introduction by @amorfista The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Introduction by @amorfista Hunter and Omega Art by @eggdrawsthings Tech Art by @talesfrommedinastation

Critical Role: Caleb Widogast Art by @middimidoris

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko Artwork by @chiptrillino-art

Yonderland: Cake Bake Lady Edith Art by @bahoreal

#ff weekly summary

[2003bookstoread]

A list of my favorite fictional book couples :) like if you agree

In no particular order

Jude/Carden

Aaron/Juliette (Ella)

Alice/Jasper

Finnick/Annie

Elain/Azriel

Aelin/Rowan

Dorian/Manon

Violet/Xaden

Kazi/Jase

Misery/Lowe

… that’s literally the only couples I can think of. I know some of them are a little niche but I wish I could find more fanfics of them. Recommendations are always welcome!

Who are your favorite couples??

(Also I didn’t include one shot romance couples but if I would have it would have to be the book couples from Love and Other Words and Meant To Be 🥹)

#fanfic #ao3 #jurdan #the folk of the air #aaron warner #juliette ferrars #shatter me #alice and jasper #twilight #finnick x annie #the hunger games #elain x azriel #elriel #acotar #violet x xaden #fourth wing #rowaelin #manorian #throne of glass #dance of thieves #misery x lowe #bride #book recommendations

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So. Every June, I try to challenge myself by posting something for Pride Month. For the past couple years, it's been ships with cute little pride flags. This year, the priority focus will be on the Trolls Summer Gift exchange. But at the very least I'd like to show ya'll the ones I've made in the past.

2022 bundle:

Bi Hiccup x Gay Jack. Fun fact: This was the first gay couple I've ever laid my eyes on as a young child. I saw this ship and thought "I want that kind of relationship."

Bi Tony x Gay Rudolph Watching the 2017 movie, these two reminded me of Luca and Alberto so much.

Aro Merida You get it? Cuz she's an archer. It's funny. Laugh.

Bi Nan Fang x Ace Fu Yao The headcannon was based off of a fanfic I read a while ago.

Demi Ace Xie Lian x Gay Hua Cheng. I sevearly enjoyed the series. I occasionally eat fics of these two as comfort foods.

Pan Xu Xuan x Trans Xiao Bai White snake was basically 2 hours of "What you are doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters", THEE Pansexual anthem, and then the second movie Turned Blanca into a guy? This is cannon.

Ace Liu Qingge x Bi Shen Yuan Imma be honest. I didn't like SVSSS very much. Yandere's are not my cup of tea. And I was really hoping Shizun would have gotten with Liu-shidi instead.

Gay Luca x Gay Alberto I'm so glad Luberto was actually confirmed to be somewhat cannon. Though Nowadays I see Luca as bi, cuz if we're counting the concept art as apart of the lore, then Luca had a crush on both Alberto and Giulia.

Gay Jade x Gay Katie. Kate is the first character I actually felt scene as a queer person.

Genderfluid Shi Qingxuan I freaking love them so much. Easily my favorite character.

Aro Nezha This kid knows chaos and only chaos.

Pan Adam x Gray Ace Freddy I saw this crossover on DA and thought they made so much sense together. Adam the literal personification of nature, and Freddy the unification of humanity and animals.

Non-Binary Merz x Lesbian Alice These two are OCs of mine.

Aro Lesbian Isabela and Aro Lesbian Elsa. I ship this in a sort of queer platonic way. Like a "we don't really want to date people, but everyone thinks we're dating, and we just don't care enough to correct them." kind of way.

Genderfluid Camilo I want the ability to shapeshift so badly.

Pan Ao Bing x Bi Xiao Jiu Ya'll get brownie points if you know which Ao Bing this is and double points if you know who Xiao Jiu is. Lol. It was a random crossover ship I made because the company liked to crossover their medias for advertisements, and we see the adults interacting and having fun, and Nezha joins them. But we don't see the two teenagers interact at all.

Bi Verta x Bi Li Yunxiang Another crossover ship I made up cuz I didn't see a lot of Nezha Reborn and White Snake crossovers. Which surprised me, especially after Green Snake.

Gay Jiang Ziya x Gay Shen Gongbao These two lived in the same house together for 10 years and adopted a daughter together. I am convinced these two are a married couple.

Bi Mirabel There was a little bisexual rainbow on her dress. That's proof enough for me. Lol.

Lesbian Amaya x Lesbian Janai I loved seeing their dynamic in the show.

Non-Binary Kazi I love them. I'm glad they got more attention in the show.

Lesbian Susie x Trans Noelle "Why does Noelle have antlers. Is she trans? The Null the Null the Null the Null..."

Non-Binary Kris I love them. They literally never said a word, and I love them.

AroAce Krel Based on a comic I made.

Aro Blaze Another OC.

Aro Douxie Idk why, but I get that vibe from him.

2023 Pack:

Furry Omni Toby x Furry Demigirl Darci The moment Darci said she didn't want people to like her just because she was a girl, I felt that in my soul.

Bi Steve x Pan Aja I am not convinced Steve is straight.

Pan Simon x Gay Ao Bing This ship was inspired by a youtube video that had a list of crossover ships, this being on of them. And I freaking love it.

AroAce Sun Wukong and AroAce Tang Sanzang In Monkey King Reborn, out of everyone in the friend group, you can just tell that these two cared about each other the most. And I think that's just sweet.

Fuck. I can only have 30 images per post. I'll reblog with the rest of the 2023 pack.

[tallysgreatestfan]

Its a very rainy, stormy day on my vacation. That means reading Viravos and Janaya fanfic. And maybe a few Claudia/Terry, Karim/Pharos and Gren/Kazi ones as a treat

[c0s-lettuce]

colleen's marvel masterlist!

peter parker

see you later (one-shot)

synopsis: villains from different universes start bleeding into your world. and just as things fall apart, a different spider-man shows up. and he seems rather fond of you.

kate bishop

star (one-shot)

synopsis: kate drags you out to the club. but while you're there, you can't stop thinking about her.

kazi kazimierczak

box cutter (one-shot)

synopsis: you are tasked to threaten talk to kazi about the issue of ronin. but, of course, you have some fun doing it.

peggy carter

fate unkind (one-shot)

synopsis: you never thought you'd see peggy ever again. but a trip through the multiverse proves you wrong.

lovestruck dances (one-shot)

synopsis: it's clear that you and peggy feel things for each other. a trip down memory lane encourages a further step in your relationship.

loki

insurmountable (one-shot)

synopsis: being stuck in a memory prison is loki's own personal hell. all until you show up, somehow going against the laws of the prison.

neighbours (series, incomplete)

synopsis: after the events of svartalfheim, you decide to leave asgard. your many years on sakaar go well until loki returns from the dead once again.

danny rand

please be careful (one-shot)

synopsis: after years of being presumed dead, your best friend returns to new york. and now he also thinks he can fight the hand alone.

white light (one-shot)

synopsis: you used your powers to help heal a bleeding danny rand. and he is forever grateful to have met you that night.

frank castle

i owe you one (one-shot)

synopsis: frank crashes into your clinic one night, bleeding out. you use your healing powers to help him.

send a request!

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[kazimakuwabara]

Story below for @sanusoweek

Part 8:

"You're a fucking idiotic moron!" Zoro growled, holding onto Luffy tight as Chopper worked at stitching up Zoro's back.

"Yeah," Luffy agreed, letting Zoro nuzzle and hold him as a means of comfort.

"Usopp loved you!" Zoro snarled, "And you let him go off with Doffy?!"

"He's already married!" Sanji snapped, Nami wrapping up Sanji's ribs. Nami pursed her lips, but shot an uncertain glare at Sanji, as if she thought him a fool.

"He said it himself. That he'd run away from his husband after a fight!" Sanji spat brokenly. "So he said he wanted to go back with him!"

Luffy scoffed, and blinked at Sanji, "Wow. You're really dumb, Sanji. I thought you could tell when people are lying."

Zoro purrered and nuzzled against Luffy, Luffy flicking his tail with amusement as Zoro cuddled, and held him.

Zoro winced a bit as Chopper pulled on a divine thread, and the small angel bleated, "Sorry Zoro! The worst part is next!"

"Good... then I'll use that pain to fuel my anger!" Zoro hissed. And then with disgust, he snapped, "Usopp lied. Lied to save you! Did you have any idea who Doffy was?"

"No... who was he?" Nami asked, pausing to look Zoro in the eye.

Zoro waited until Sanji looked him in the eye, and then with disgust snapped, "He is Donquixote Doflamingo!"

The air in the room went cold.

"The God of Wealth? The crazy one?!" Nami choked.

"Why would Usopp be with that guy?" Sanji asked, reeling over the thought that the God of Wealth had kicked his ass, and taken Usopp.

"The very same! And Usopp isn't his husband... or well he is. But only on paper. He married Usopp after his mother and father died, so he could take Usopp, and use him! Usopp's been his slave for well over a hundred years!" Zoro spat.

Luffy's cheerful face became blank with anger.

"We ran away. It took me years to get him out of that place, but we ran away. Because do you wanna know who Usopp really is?" Zoro spat, glaring at Sanji's face which had grown ghastly pale.

"Usopp is the only surviving son of The Goddess of crops... and her husband. A human. When her human died of old age... she died too of heartache. He's a half God. Christened the God of Lying simply because he is half a human, and half a God. He's not an angel, he's not a god, nor is he a human... he's just Usopp... and he lied about Doffy, to save your stupid, sorry, ass!"

Sanji put a hand around his throat, and dry heaved. Nami, goddess that she was, curled an arm around Sanji's shoulders and tried to comfort him. Even if Sanji knew he didn't deserve it.

"It was a good lie... he made it seem real!" Nami tried weakly.

"Well, of course, he did!" Luffy huffed, hopping to his feet. "Didn't you hear Zoro? He's the God of Lies! He must be the best at them!" Luffy clapped his hands, "Well... get up.! Everyone up... we better go get him!"

Zoro looked at Luffy like he would follow him to the ends of the earth. Sanji looked at Luffy, his light in the darkness, and croaked, "You help me save him."

Luffy smiled a fanged grin, "Of course! He's Nakama! He's one of us. And besides..." Luffy revealed his wings, soft wings, feathered wings, tinted red. A pair of angel wings. Luffy smiled, wagging his devil's tail, "I got a soft spot for halflings!"

#sanuso #zolu #doodle #art #kazi fanfic #one piece au #zoro #roronoa zoro #luffy #monkey d. luffy

[izasharky]

Nights Like This

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mentions of injury, mentions of sex, kissing

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Kazi Kazmierczak x gender neutral reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Kazi finds you after an assignment disappointed in yourself but once he sees you are hurt he takes you back to the apartment which results in a make out session

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: dude I’m so bad at writing summaries. Anyways there is a lack of Kazi fics on the internet

𝙄 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏

<<<>>>

You paced around in a dimly lit room. The only thing that could be heard was your footsteps and the sound of cars driving past outside. You opened and closed your fists trying to contain your emotions. Anger, disappointment, sadness. You heard the door open and you snapped your head to look who was walking in in fear that it would be Maya. But no, it was Kazi. His curls were a mess and he had a look of worry on his face. You untensed your shoulders and relaxed. Kazi was quick to walk over to you. He scanned your face trying to search for what was wrong. Before he could ask you spoke up.

“I had him right there! I had him right in my hands then I just stopped. I let him get away.” You sat down, bouncing your leg up and down trying to rid the nerves.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. There will be other chances to get him.” Kazi reassured you.

“But Maya,” You started.

“Who cares what Maya thinks? There will be other chances.”

Kazi walked closer to you. He put his hand under your chin to lift it up so you could look at him. His eyes scanned over your face, settling on the cut above your brow. His thumb grazed over it.

“Lets go back to the apartment and get that cleaned up.”

<<<>>>

When you walked into the apartment Kazi immediately told you to go sit on the kitchen counter. He went over to one of the drawers and pulled out the first aid kit. You jumped up onto the counter and waited as he washed his hands. He came over and stood in between both of your legs.

“This is gonna sting a bit.” Kazi warned you as he opened an alcohol wipe.

He wiped it against the cut and its surroundings, cleaning the blood. You inhaled a breath between your teeth.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologized instantly.

As he put the butterfly closure on the cut you stared at his hands. They were so delicate and gentle as he helped you. He had finished taking care of the wound but his hand stayed on your face. Your eyes traveled to his eyes. Kazi’s eyes flicked down to your lips before returning back to your eyes. You gave him a nod telling him that it was ok. He leaned in closer and your lips connected. You lifted your hand and put it behind his neck and wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him closer. Your lips molded together with his. Kazi took his free hand and placed it on your waist before sliding the hand on your face down to your waist. The kiss deepened and his fingers pressed into your side. You let out a small whimper into his mouth. All you could feel was butterflies in your stomach. You forgot about earlier and you forgot about your job. The only thing you focused on was how good his lips felt against yours. You moved one of your hands from the back of his neck to his chest. You slowly pulled away, gasping for air. You could feel his chest move up and down with his heavy breathing. You put your forehead on his and smiled.

“I’m so glad it’s just us sharing this apartment.” Kazi returned the smile.

#kazi kazimierczak #kazi kazimierczak x reader #kazi x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye show #tracksuit mafia #marvel #fanfic #maya lopez

[enigmaticexplorer]

And then for the emoji ask: 🍷❌👀

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

Hi anon—thank you for these questions!

🍷: I’ve never been a fan of alcohol and I don’t like being out of control of my body and mind, so it’s a rare occasion when I drink. I’m also a perfectionist, so I could never write when under the influence because it would stress me out rather than relaxing me haha.

❌: The Daddy trope. I hate that trope more than anything, and it makes me uncomfortable to a point of being humorous. Or the Cheating Trope. I can not forgive cheating and it’s the easiest way to make me DNF a fic/book.

👀: I have one (1) WIP that I hope to start releasing weekly chapter updates starting February/March.

Here is a summary:

Nearly a year since the Galactic Empire’s rise to power, Kazi Ennari is trying to survive. But her routine is interrupted—and life upended—when she’s forced to cohabitate with former Imperial soldiers. Clone soldiers. 

Because I already shared this briefly in another ask, I'll add something new and share some of the tags:

Slow burn. Domestic fluff. NO instant attraction. NO instant love. Learning to trust. Learning to love. Learning to accept love. Major character death.

From an objective standpoint, I believe this will be my best-written fic. It's a story I'm proud of, and the major theme and the emotional turmoil resonate deeply with me (obviously since I wrote it lol).

Thanks for the questions :)

#ask game

[pineapplepiepieces]

The Hawkeye final broke my heart

SO GUESS WHO IS WRITING A KAZI/MAYA FANFIC NOW?

To be fair there probably will be some angst in it too (because let’s be real kazi got some problems) but mostly just all the fluff

All of it

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[everyonesfavoritelesbowrites]

I will protect you

Janaya - The Dragon Prince

Rated: T

Warnings: Discrimination, profanity

Prompt: B- "Don't worry, I'll protect you." With Janai being protective of Amaya. Requested by @rio-storm rules and options

AN: my first thought was Amaya having a nightmare and Janai comforting her but I don't think that's what you're looking for, anon. I tried to go with fighting but it wasn't working out, it was messy. If you want me to try a fighting protect me scene, send me another ask and I'll see what I can do - besides Amaya is quite willing to protect herself.

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Ao3

The news of Janai's courtship with Amaya didn't go as smoothly as hoped for, although not surprised. Half of Lux Aurea had things to say, while the other half thought the courtship would bring a better alliance with the Human kingdoms; which is more than she expected.

The royal court is part of the ones who have something to say - old elves, so set in their ways. Although there are no laws in place against courtship or marriage between an elf and a human, Janai knows there will need to be some new laws supporting the possible courtship and protecting the humans.

"Give me one good reason that these laws shouldn't pass," Janai asks, drumming her fingers against the table and eyeing the group of elves of her royal court. Amaya sits next to her at the head of the table, with Gren on the other side of the table's corner interpreting everything being said.

She raises a singular brow when the court looks at each other - as if trying to come up with what to say.

"She's-" Janai's eyes snap towards the man talking, "a human."

Janai narrows her eyes. "You're only realizing this now, Courtier Eryx?"

The old elf's mouth drops open in offense, then closes it to give her a glare. "It seems you have not only forgotten your manners but the fact that humans use dark magic."

Courtier Eryx's voice hisses out those words, eyes not subtly glaring at Amaya; who returns the look.

"Some."

His eyes snap back to Janai. "What?"

"Some humans use dark magic," Janai explains simply. "Not all - not even the majority; and that is why I also brought forth the law to ban dark magic. So anyone - human or elf - who uses dark magic will be punished."

Courtier Eryx huffs in irritation, looking to the other Courtiers for backup.

One leans forward a bit. A younger man, Courtier Eddard. "Her Radiance makes a point, Courtier Eryx. All these laws will allow humans to become citizens and Elves to marry them if they wish, while also banning the use of dark magic and enforcing the laws of discrimination - in which has had some errors."

Eryx is dumbstruck, staring at Eddard in shock.

"Besides," Courtier Alethea, an older woman, speaks up. "How many elves are going to want to marry a human?"

"Her Radiance is, Alethea!"

"We are only courting at the mome-."

"What about the different life spans?"

"Offspring - what will the children look like?"

"That is ina-."

"Horn Ties. Humans can't bear those."

Janai closes her eyes and exhales deeply. She hates this, law-making-royal-business was never her forte. Throw her an army to fight, she'll defeat them all - but a room full of Courtiers?

"All of those reasons," Janai speaks above the bickering, "are insanely irrelevant, that is not the focus of-."

Wood scraps the floor beside her, Janai turns to her side to see Amaya standing from her chair and turning away to walk out of the room.

Janai looks to Gren in confusion but starts to put it together at the uncomfortable look on his face.

One of the Courtiers makes a comment about Amaya, Janai stands and glares at the Courtiers. "Shut the fuck up."

The Royal Court stills in shock. Janai gives one last glare before turning and following where Amaya had left - out the door of the conference room and down the hall. Amaya wasn't far, striding away to sun knows where.

"Amaya," Janai calls out although she knows it's useless. She picks up her pace, catching up with the woman she lays a hand on her shoulder.

Amaya snaps around in defense but relaxes as she realizes it is only her lover. "What's wrong?"

Amaya frowns, looking away for a lingering moment. Janai tilts her head in an attempt to get her attention. The human general lets out a sigh, "they are treating me like an object or an animal." She explains. "Like I'm worthless."

Janai mentally curses herself, frowning sadly at Amaya, remembering Amaya's stories about how she had been treated most of her life. People outside her family and friends had underestimated her, assumed she was less, that she was worthless. Even joining the army, she had struggles until she starting climbing the ranks.

Janai takes Amaya's face into her hands, making sure she has Amaya's attention before speaking. "You are not worthless," she makes sure to speak slower so Amaya can catch every word. "No one shall treat you as such, that is why this meeting is very important. This will not only make my citizens have to treat you as an equal - which you are - but all humans." Amaya flushes under the Sunfire Queen's palms but her eyes still flash with that hurt she's seen before.

Janai leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Do not worry, My Sun, I will protect you. You are my lover and you will hopefully someday be my wife, no one will think of you as any less than you are. You will be their Queen." Amaya smiles.

"Although, I think they are rather scared of you." Amaya laughs, making Janai smile.

"Show them what you are made of, My Sun."

And she did; the next day Humans and Elves could now marry in Luz Aurea and the idea of The Queen being wed to a Human on the horizon.

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