Top fandoms currently include: One Piece, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Bridgerton, Skyrim, Monster Hunter, Stardew Valley, Disney, and Howl's Moving Castle.
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Sleeping Arrangements (One Piece: Zoro/Robin)
Written for momerin and iluvme747 on AO3 who requested some post-Zou and pre-Wano Zorobin content.
Staking His Claim (One Piece: Zoro/Robin)
Written for the lovely momerin on AO3 who requested some post-Zou and pre-Wano Zorobin content
Parting Gift (One Piece: Zoro/Robin)
Written for Abc112 and momerin on AO3 who requested even more post-Zou and pre-Wano Zorobin content because everyone was loving my headcanon for them during this time apart from the other Strawhats!
Warm and Cozy (One Piece: Sanji/Nami)
Written with inspiration from the comment by emicha on AO3: 'I agree with your HC, and everybody—including Nami—would be like "how did he do it?? how the f*** did that guy actually land his wife???". The power of soft, providing, gentle men...'
Cuddling Conundrum (One Piece: Zoro/Robin)
Written for the prompt "Zoro wants to cuddle with Robin but she's an extremely hot sleeper" given to me by the use damn_fraulein on AO3.
His Heart's Truest Desire (Howl's Moving Castle: Sophie/Howl, Markl, Calcifer)
Gifted to LuvFairyz on AO3 who requested some Jealous! Howl content
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Summary: “I can’t swim!” the Huntress practically shouts, clapping a hand over her traitorous mouth almost as soon as the three words are put out into the open.
Junior, to his credit, doesn’t answer immediately, simply blinks in surprise.
Written as a late entry for Day 28B of @swoon-june 2026 for the prompt "Swimming".
Fandom: Monster Hunter Tri/Monster Hunter World
Rating: G
“Can I be honest with you?” E’lara the Huntress inquires one night, casting her gaze over at the hulking behemoth of a man lying next to her, a flash of unease clearly present in her bright blue eyes.
“O’ course ya can,” Junior responds, rolling from his back onto his left side where he can face E’lara when the brunette Huntress speaks.
The pair had collapsed into the hillside’s grassy refuge following their weekly moonlit Kelbi hunt, eager to enjoy the spoils from their shared success. Junior and E’lara have made hunting with one another a routine during her few weeks in Moga, growing closer more quickly than anyone in the village could have ever predicted with Junior’s traditionally stoic nature and E’lara’s focus on the quests at hand.
“What’s on your mind?” the chief’s son questions, hoping the fear he currently is experiencing does not show on his face, despite feeling a foreboding sense of dread like the intensity of a direct hit from a Rathian.
What if she’s leaving? What if she’s decided saving such a small village like Moga from the Lagiacrus isn’t worth it? What if she’s dedicated that I’m not….
“Swear to me you won’t laugh,” she continues their conversation, her shaky voice bringing Junior’s quickly overthinking mind to a screeching halt.
“Depends on how funny I think it is,” Junior quips, easily quirking his lips upwards in amusement as he lets out a small, involuntary laugh in the process, enjoying teasing the Huntress he has come to care for so deeply in just a few short weeks of knowing her.
“Junior! Be serious!” E’lara demands, sitting upright where she can smack Junior roughly on the chest, forcing the man to let out a muffled grunt due to the sudden impact. “Well, now I’m not going to tell you,” she harrumphs, crossing her arms across her chest and purposefully turning her back on the chief’s son.
“No, no, E’lara! I didn’t mean it,” Junior insists, spinning E’lara back around to face him, barely resisting the urge to tug her into his strong arms since she’s clearly troubled by something. “Tell me what’s on your mind. Please.”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Cross my heart.”
E’lara takes a deep breath, screwing her eyes closed before she blurts out the problem that’s been plaguing her thoughts and dreams for the past few weeks.
“I can’t swim!” the Huntress practically shouts, clapping a hand over her traitorous mouth almost as soon as the three words are put out into the open.
Junior, to his credit, doesn’t answer immediately, simply blinks in surprise.
“You—You can’t—” he stutters, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know how to swim?” Junior inquires softly, gently grasping Elara’s chin between his thumb and index finger and lifting her head upwards towards him.
“No,” E’lara manages to squeak out. “And I’m supposed to hunt Epioth this week for the Guild… Not to mention the whole reason I was assigned here was to help kill the Lagicrus who, last time I checked, dwells primarily underwater,” the brunette Huntress scoffs, embarrassed by her own inabilities.
“I’ll teach ya at the base camp right here in the Woods,” Junior promises, squeezing E’lara’s much smaller hands in his. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret,” he vows.
Author's Note: I had no idea at all that this pairing would be so fun for me to write, but it has been so enjoyable to see how these little drabbles of E'lara and Junior practically seem to write themselves! This fandom of games was one of the very first video games I ever played and I have such amazing memories of playing it for hours on end with my Dad and telling him about all the successful quests I had completed if he was at work when I played before school in the mornings. I fully intend on posting many more Monster Hunter drabbles about E'lara and Junior as well as just tales of E'lara and her Palico Alfred. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this little story. Kudos, likes, and comments are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!
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Summary: "A normal woman would have swooned!" the famed wizard insists, thinking of the reactions any other woman in Market Chipping surely would have had upon receiving the romantic gesture.
Written for Day 30A of @swoon-june 2026 for the prompt "Swoon". Set a few months after the conclusion of the first book and the movie.
Fandom: Howl's Moving Castle
Rating: G
Sophie could practically see the brewing storm in Howl's crystal blue eyes and the whine that would surely leave his lips before he even began speaking.
"Cheated, robbed, publicly humiliated!" Howl laments, practically wailing as he throws himself dramatically into the armchair in their newly expanded moving castle.
"Whatever are you going on about now, Howl?" Sophie inquires as she rolls her brown eyes, wishing at the last second she had bitten her tongue so as not to feed into Howl's ever-present flair for the dramatic.
"You didn't even swoon, Sophie!" Howl shouts in exasperation, similarly to how he did when Sophie had rearranged all of his bathroom products and he ended up with orange hair. "A normal woman would have swooned!" the famed wizard insists, thinking of the reactions any other woman in Market Chipping surely would have had upon receiving the romantic gesture.
"I'm still not following," Sophie admits, hanging her coat and scarf on the rack nearest the Porthaven door.
"I brought you flowers and what do you do? 'Oh, these are beautiful, Howl', and then you just kept working!" he sighs dramatically, a few of the ceiling tiles shaking with the exhale. "There was no kiss, no hand above your heart, no swooning of any kind, not even a simple sigh!" Howl continues his lament, covering his eyes with one of his forearms as he slumps further down into the chair. "You're truly impossible sometimes, Sophie."
"Funny, I was just about to say the same about you," Sophie quips, her voice low and a quirk of a smile appearing on her lips as she teases the great Howl Pendragon, reduced to such a longing state.
"Calcifer, help me out here," Howl turns his attention to the fire demon crackling silently in the hearth. "Surely you understand..."
"Not on your life, Howl," Calcifer denies immediately, sparking just a bit higher with his refusal. "I won't be dragged into another one of your little spats. The last time that happened, I only got leftovers from dinner," he reminisces, thinking back to the day when he got the scraps left from Sophie and Howl's plates, as Markl had eaten all his dinner as growing boys tend to do.
Sophie glares.
"And they were very good leftovers, I must add. My compliments to the chef," Calcifer amends, shrinking himself into the smallest flame possible so as to avoid Sophie's ire and the ever present threat of a cold bucket of water being dumped on his face.
Sophie nods and smiles in approval.
"Markl, you must see how ridiculous Sophie is being, right?" Howl then turns his attention to the youngest member of their rag-tag family, the boy returning from a magical errand Howl had sent him on in Kingsbury.
"Oh, look at the time, Master Howl! I must be going about my lessons before dinnertime," Markl insists, grabbing his messenger bag from the worktable and heading for their alchemy table. "I still have to practice that newest spell you taught me where I don't accidentally turn your hair pink....." he trails off, shutting the door firmly behind himself so as not to be in the middle of the lovers' quarrel.
Markl and Calcifer have both learned their lesson on sticking their nose into the couple's banter many times over and do not wish to repeat the experience any time soon, thank you very much.
"Dearest, you know I love the flowers you brought me today," Sophie insists, thinking of how beautiful the red and pink blooms had been when Howl presented the fresh bouquet to her when he entered the shop this afternoon to walk her home. "They're gorgeous! How could I not love them?" she continues, wanting Howl to know just how grateful she is for the kind-hearted gesture. "But, we do own a flower and hat shop not to mention you did gift me an entire field of magic flowers when I was still in the body of a ninety-year-old woman. It's going to be hard to top that, darling," Sophie smiles wickedly, knowing that Howl has truly set the bar for his future gifts sky-high even by his flashy standards.
"Ah, so my past actions have come to haunt me," Howl realizes with an expression of abject horror on his face. "Don't worry, Sophie, I shall outdo myself the next time and your mind will truly be blown!" he insists, thinking of the next surprise he has planned for his darling Sophie, the woman who both returned and owns his heart.
"I have no doubts about that, Howl," the budding witch smiles softly, crossing the room to where she stands in front of the armchair, extending her hand to offer Howl some aid in finding his feet. "Now, come, wash up and you can help me prep dinner for tonight. I'm making your favorite," Sophie reveals, knowing just how much Howl loves it when she cooks lobscows for their little family, the dish reminding him of his youth.
"You really are too good to me," Howl whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of Sophie's head before doing the same to her right cheek.
"Don't you forget it," the budding witch winks playfully before she tenderly kisses Howl's lips in return, causing the man's newly restored heart to soar and his blue eyes to cloud over with a myriad of emotions.
The great wizard Howl nervously fingers the small, square box in his pocket, deciding his proposal can wait until another day for when he is completely alone with Sophie. She would surely swoon then, Howl tells himself, a smile glowing on his handsome face as he trails after Sophie where they can begin the dinner preparations.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this shameless fluff and I hope you’ll return to read any future Sophie/Howl works from me! Currently ❤️❤️ If anyone has any prompts for me they’d wish to see, drop them below and I’ll do my best to deliver! 😊 I hope everyone has a wonderful day, afternoon, evening, or night. Until next time, dear readers!
My husband introduced me to Howl’s Moving Castle when we were early into our dating life back in early 2020 and I adored the movie! Howl and Sophie are one of my favorite movie couples, hands down. I read the first book in January 2026 despite it being on my physical TBR for years. Although I liked the book and gave it 4 stars, I must say when I re-watched the movie to compare the two pieces of media, I rather enjoyed the movie more…. Don’t hate me for this opinion, please. 😅
There’s something about the entire Wales plot that doesn’t quite make sense to me from the book as well as a few other plot points, hence why I stated in my Howl’s works that I will be cherry-picking plot points. Therefore, my stories in the Howl’s Moving Castle fandom will be my own blend of the book and movie canon worlds. Howl will still notably be from Wales, but I don’t know that it will quite come up in the expected ways. I also hope to read the second and third books soon, but I’m kind of making my own timeline for things, such as the war lasting another year even after the return of Prince Justin because we all know peace treaties take time.
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Summary: “Mi querida, what is the meaning of this?” Mihawk’s even-cadenced voice calls through the echoing hallways of the gloomy fortress he has built on the otherwise uninhabited island.
Written for Day 29B of @swoon-june 2026 for the prompt "Colors".
Fandom: One Piece (Anime, Manga, or Live Action)
Rating: T
Almost instantaneously after arriving inside his castle on Kuraigana Island, the famed swordsman Dracule Mihawk notices that something is different, out of place even.
“Mi querida, what is the meaning of this?” Mihawk’s even-cadenced voice calls through the echoing hallways of the gloomy fortress he has built on the otherwise uninhabited island.
“Amor, you’re back,” his lover smiles widely, crossing the length of the living room in three quick strides.
She then moves to perch on the arm of Mihawk’s beloved chair that resides in front of the splendid, crackling fireplace. A playful smirk appears on her lips as she beckons the World’s Strongest Swordsman forward with her index finger as desire and want shines in her chocolate-colored eyes.
“Isa, you’re not going to distract me from that monstrosity, no matter how beguiling you may be,” the raven-haired man deadpans, settling himself into the massive armchair before he pulls Isabella into his lap, sensually pressing a kiss to the woman’s forehead and then doing the same to the hollow of her throat.
“Who’s attempting to be the distraction now?” Isa shudders, clenching a finger in Mihawk’s dark hair, slipping the feathered hat off the warlord’s head. “Also, I have no idea what monstrosity you’re referring to, as the only one I see are those hideous monkeys you keep outside,” she whispers, flames dancing in her eyes from the reflection of the fireplace.
Mihawk harrumphs, casting his hawkish gaze onto the coffee table mere inches away from his feet.
He quirks a brow at his love, rolling his eyes at the antics he’s found himself a part of.
“I do believe these flowers were not here when I left for that wretched meeting with the navy,” the words escape his lips with a dramatized, beleaguered sigh.
“Oh, those,” Isabella laughs, having known very well the entire time just what Mihawk was referring to upon his return home. “Well, it’s just always so dreary and morose in this castle, especially with you gone, tesoro” she continues, stroking one manicured finger down Mihawk’s cheek and beard until her hand rests at the base of his strong jaw. “So, I thought a pop of color could brighten the place up in your absence. Surely you cannot fault me for that?”
“Ah, but now that I have returned, you no longer need that revolting shade of yellow, mi corazón.”
“And if I said they reminded me of your eyes?”
“Then I’d insist we go to the nearest doctor to have your head examined, cariña,” Mihawk rolls his piercing eyes without any real malice behind it, grasping Isabella’s head lovingly in his hand before pulling her in for a kiss, soft and slow, their heartbeats syncing.
Author's Note: I always really enjoyed Mihawk in the anime, but the effort that Steven John Ward put into bringing the World's Greatest Swordsman to life really solidified Mihawk as one of my favorite non-Strawhats in One Piece. When I thought long and hard about what I could write for the prompt of "colors", I eventually thought of how funny it would be to have an unsuspecting Mihawk come home to his otherwise morose castle and find an invasion of color.
I hope you all enjoyed this little story. Kudos, likes, and comments are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!
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Summary: Robin appreciates the view of Regina all dressed up in her signature color, red.
Written for Day 27B of @swoon-june 2026 for the prompt "Kiss on the Hand".
Fandom- Once Upon a Time
Rating: G
“You look gorgeous, Regina,” Robin reverently whispers, crossing the small space between them.
His crystal blue eyes firmly lock on the Queen’s stunning figure in her scarlet dress, watching appreciatively as the fabric accentuates the woman’s natural curves.
“Why, thank you,” Regina smiles widely at the compliment, her eyes crinkling in the corners with the overflowing happiness she feels around the golden-hearted thief.
“Shall we, milady? There are two young lads eagerly awaiting your arrival.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. You’re my absolute favorite view,” Robin reveals, pressing a kiss to Regina’s hand as he tenderly grasps it in his own.
Author’s Note: Outlaw Queen was one of my earliest OTPs, back when I was just a pre-teen. Season 3 started airing when I was thirteen and I was obsessed with these two together from the very beginning. I was extremely upset for the angles the showrunners took starting in Season 4 and was disappointed in the soap opera style the show started to take on, which is why I stopped watching it after the end of Season 5. The entire Marian/Zelena plotline still infuriates me to this day because I just wanted Regina and Robin to be happy together….
I wanted to take Swoon June as an opportunity to try to get back into writing Outlaw Queen and I am proud of myself for managing to contain everything in a 100 word drabble limit. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
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Summary: "Why do your forehead kisses always put me in such a good mood?”
“Well, there’s a science behind that, a code, if you will."
Written for Day 26B of @swoon-june for the prompt "Forehead Kiss".
Fandom- Scorpion
Rating: G
Happy Quinn sighs contentedly as Toby collects her against his chest, squeezing her arms tightly around his waist with as much strength as she possesses. The fedora-wearing psychiatrist lovingly drops a kiss to Happy’s forehead, a wide smile practically splitting his face in two at the physical contact with the woman he loves.
“How was your day?” he whispers into her raven hair, settling his chin atop the crown of Happy’s head, still holding her flush against his body.
The two had been apart for most of the day, Happy’s aid required at the garage and Toby’s shrink abilities needed on a mission with Cabe, Walter, and Paige in a remote town in Maine.
“Uneventful for the most part. Got some of those new prototypes prepped for Homeland,” she answers, always happy to spend times amongst her tools and the cyclone’s mathematical geniuses. “Sylvester, Ralph, and I had Kovelsky's for dinner. Kid’s idea,” Happy continues with the recap of her day, practically burying her face into Toby’s chest while inhaling her fiancé’s unique scent.
Toby continues to pepper the hard-hearted mechanic’s forehead and cheeks with kisses, earning him Happy Quinn’s elusive, yet beautiful, smile.
“Sounds much better than my day watching Paige and Walter dance around their feelings for one another,” he quips, chest shaking with the residual traces of laughter.
“Speaking of feelings…. Why do your forehead kisses always put me in such a good mood?”
“Well, there’s a science behind that, a code, if you will.”
“Oh, spare me the science lesson, Doc,” Happy laments, rolling her dark eyes at the man she will soon be marrying.
“Honey, I have to give you the medical explanation as a doctor,” Toby deadpans, his chocolate-colored eyed filled with mirth.
“In case you forgot, Toby, you’re a shrink, not a family practitioner…”
“I still had to go to medical school, darling.”
“Get it over with, then,” she acquiesces.
“The forehead is filled with a high number of nerve endings. My kiss helps to send signals of oxytocin and endorphins to your bloodstream, which lowers your cortisol levels. Thus, the kiss code.”
Author’s Note: I love Scorpion so much! My parents introduced me and my sister to the show when I was in high school, back when Season Two was airing on TV, as they knew I would love it after they watched Season One live. Now, nearly eleven years later (which seems beyond crazy to say!), I’m still as obsessed with this show as I was when I was a teenager. Toby and Happy are one of my top OTPs of all times, so when I saw this prompt, I knew I needed to jump into writing for them again. I’ll hopefully brush up and edit the Scorpion stories I wrote back in 2017/2018 to share with you all hear.
I'm currently four months pregnant with my first child in real life, so Swoon June has gotten away from me, but I'm desperate for family fluff these days! Since I'm so far behind with this and the May writing challenges I wanted to undertake, I did limit myself to a short story or we'd be here all day because I could write Quintis fluff forever….
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Summary: "Fern spends her days surrounded by a sea of red and she would not have it any other way." Written for Day 26A of @swoon-june 2026 for the prompt "Red".
Fandom- Frieren: Beyond Journey's End
Rating: G
If an outsider were to look at the hillside at this current moment, they would surely think the grass and bracken had been set ablaze. Red streams down the hillside of the small village, a cacophony of shouting voices quickly joining in the fray, shrieks piercing the air in tandem. Wiping her hands on a thread-bare cloth from where she had been washing clothes in the sultry summer air, a certain first-class mage lifts her head to witness the sheer chaos that is overtaking the otherwise calm countryside. Her purple eyes crinkle in amusement as she takes in the sight before her, a soft smile spreading across her features.
Stark, now a dashing, strong, renowned warrior in his third decade of life, shouts with such untamed ferocity as he rushes down the hillside, branches scratching against his bare forearms.
“First one to get to Mommy is the winner!” Stark smirks, his voice carrying all the way to the family’s cozy cottage below.
Volker, their eldest and a young warrior in the making, picks up speed, his eyes narrowed in concentration in his haste.
Bastian, their middle son, revered by all those he meets due to the kindness inherited no doubt from Stark, pumps his shorter legs as fast as he can in hopes he can catch up to his elder brother and father.
Finnick, their youngest at six months, sits atop Stark’s broad shoulders, squealing happily as he shoves a hand in his mouth.
Fern spends her days surrounded by a sea of red and she would not have it any other way, collapsing under the weight of her four boys as they pile atop her, kisses coating her cheeks, forehead, and lips from all angles.
Her husband and their trio of redheads…
Fern’s genes were surely in there somewhere.
Author's Note: Stark and Fern better be endgame or I will riot. I adore our soft-hearted warrior and seemingly cold young mage! They are two of my favorite fantasy characters to date and OMG do I love them. Let's just say I was kicking my feet during the dancing scene in Episode 15 as well as the entirety of the date episode.... I'm currently four months pregnant with my first child in real life, so Swoon June has gotten away from me, but this prompt screamed Stark/Fern to me when I first saw it and I'm desperate for family fluff these days! Since I'm so far behind with this and the May writing challenges I wanted to undertake, I did limit myself to a triple drabble or we'd be here all day.
My husband suggested we watch this show because he knows how much I love fantasy, particularly those with found family and magic. You'll see I'm very equally obsessed with adventure stories and quests, notably One Piece, Spy x Family, and other media in this same vein. Frieren has easily become one of my favorite shows and I've watched the series in its released entirety twice over now.
I have created an expansive list of more Frieren universe stories I'd like to write some day, but if you have any prompts you'd like to see that are non-explicit, please feel free to drop them below. Why is there such a lack of Fern/Stark content???? Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
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Summary: Bilbo spends a relaxing evening in the Shire with his three favorite things: his books, his armchair, and his garden. Set sometime between the conclusion of The Battle of Five Armies and before The Fellowship of the Ring. Can be read with either the movie or book adaptations of the characters. Written for Day 18 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt "relaxing evening".
Fandom: The Hobbit (Book or Movie verse compliant)
Rating: G
After a long day of toiling in his garden, Bilbo Baggins closes the door softly behind him, inhaling the delicious aroma of potato soup bubbling on the stove. The hobbit places a loaf of bread into the oven to toast as an accompaniment to his supper before he adds more logs to the crackling fire. Autumn is one of the Shire’s favorite times of year when the harvest is plentiful and the weather is cooler, allowing for its residents to make their favorite soups and stews.
Bilbo walks over to his favorite armchair that is, regretfully, beginning to look a bit more worn these days due to its owner’s habits. He sets a mug of steaming tea on the circular ottoman at his feet, balancing the bowl of soup precariously on his knees. Bilbo’s newest book sits on the armchair, ready to be devoured. He comfortably settles into the chair, peace settling deep within his chest. Although, the hobbit cannot quite seem to escape the irony that it’s much quieter than he would like in his own home without the sheer chaos he has grown accustomed to. Traveling with thirteen dwarves and one meddling wizard will do that, after all.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time! This drabble was also cross-posted onto my AO3 of the same name. Also, yes, this was totally inspired by Bilbo's quote about "I miss my books and my armchair and my garden. See, that's where I belong." I thought it matched this Domaystic prompt perfectly.
Credit: The dividers were made by @ivy-vinezz.
Summary: Sanji and Nami spend a quiet morning together in the kitchen. This story can be read as either a platonic or romantic pairing, but I wrote this with romance fueling my own mind. Written for Day 3 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt “Tea or Coffee”.
Fandom: One Piece (Manga, Anime, or Live Action)
Rating: G
"Tea or coffee today, Nami dearest?" Sanji inquires, pulling two mugs down with polished precision before he places the ceramic on the countertop.
"Coffee this morning, please, Sanji," Nami smiles as she takes a seat on the barstool. "I have a bunch of work to do on my maps and will need the energy," she continues, swiping a crunchy piece of bacon from the pan the chef had placed it to cool on.
"Coffee with two sugar cubes and a splash of cream coming right up!" the blond man grins widely at the fiery navigator.
Stating her coffee order so confidently in that loving voice of his causes Nami's heart to beat rapidly in her chest. In the time since the crew has entered the New World, it is plain to see that Sanji has grown into an even stronger, more confident man while also maintaining his charm and compassion towards those he loves. The navigator deeply inhales the scent of roasting coffee beans, sighing softly as she watches Sanji steep his own cup of tea while concurrently taking the hashbrowns off the stove before they can burn. She could watch Sanji working in the kitchen, his safe haven, for as long as he would let her. His skill with a knife and the ability to make any appetizing meal with few ingredients would never be tiring to her.
"Order up, Nami, sweet," Sanji whispers, his voice low in Nami's ear as he suddenly comes up behind her, sending a shiver down the navigator's spine.
He offers a gentle, fleeting squeeze to Nami's right hip as he sets the steaming coffee mug down, that dazzling, handsome smile lighting up his entire face.
Had Nami not been sitting down, she just knows she would have gone weak in the knees or collapsed on the spot at the sudden, tender contact.
"Thank you, Sanji," Nami softly says, swallowing past the lump forming in her throat at the way the man before her always strives to provide only the best for her.
"Any time, love," he responds immediately, his voice filled with such sincerity and devotion as his blue eyes lock onto Nami's chocolate brown ones.
Sanji then pulls the barstool next to Nami out and away from the countertop, sitting beside her and sipping on his own freshly prepared cup of earl grey tea, his long legs tucked gracefully under him.
Nami would swear to anyone that would ask that the pink tinge that appears on her cheek is from drinking the steaming hot coffee before her and not due to Sanji's mere presence.
Quiet mornings alone in the kitchen with the chef of the Straw Hat Pirates, Black Leg Sanji, are undeniably Nami's favorite kind of morning.
If you liked this, please check out my other SaNami works in my in-progress series Smoke and Tangerines! This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/03/2026. Credit: The dividers on this post are by the lovely @cafekitsune
Author's Note: As much as Nami acts frustrated with Sanji in the manga and anime, I do believe he would eventually wear her down and make her realize that he does actually, genuinely care for her. Sanji, despite being quite the ladies’ man does hold Nami in extremely high regard and in my form of canon manages to convince her to be his girlfriend and, later on down the line, his wife in my personal headcanon. Anyway, I definitely love the changing relationship between Nami and Sanji in the show from where they grew from Nami simply taking advantage of Sanji all the time to the point where they both equally rely on one another and can trust one another. (Also, you can’t convince me that in the alternate Boss Luffy world that they aren’t married when they run the restaurant together…) I hope you all enjoyed this little drabble. As soon as I saw the prompt for this day, I instantly knew it needed to be about SaNami. Kudos, likes, and comments are always appreciated. Until next time, dear readers! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night!
Tiana adds a new recipe to the restaurant's menu. She instills Naveen's help to prep the first batch of her Daddy's gumbo. Written for Day 7 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt “Family Recipes”.
Fandom: The Princess and the Frog
Rating: G
“We’re gonna add Daddy’s gumbo recipe to the menu!” Tiana excitedly explains, a beaming smile making its way onto her lips.
“Ah, another family recipe to share at Tiana’s Palace?” Naveen croons, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist as he rests his chin on the top of Tiana’s head, drawing her against his broad chest.
“Naturally,” she sighs into the prince of Maldonia’s touch, leaning backwards to where her head rests in the crook of Naveen’s neck. “And this time, you’re going to help.”
“Ah, my work in the kitchen is now appreciated for all that it is!” Naveen triumphantly smirks, earning him a light swat on the chest from the woman in charge.
“Slow down, pretty boy. With your shoddy knife work and lack of sense for seasoning, I’ll allow you to be in charge of the onions only.”
“Here I thought you teaching me how to cut mushrooms when we were frogs was going to give me a leg up in all this cooking business.”
“Well, perhaps if you prove yourself adequate at chopping the onions, I’ll also let ya cut the red bell peppers,” Tiana laughs, extracting herself from Naveen’s arms to begin gathering their ingredients.
Author’s Note: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/07/2026 as well.
Credit: Dividers were made by @thecutestgrotto specifically for Princess and the Frog, which was a nice find!
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Summary: Nala interrupts Simba's much-needed nap. Set an undisclosed time after Simba defeats Scar and becomes the next Lion King. Written for day 4 of the @come-what-may-challenge 2026 for the prompt "Hidden".
Fandom: The Lion King (1994 version)
Rating: G
The long, brittle grass of the savannah waves gently in the soft breeze, concealing the shape of a lioness hiding within. She stalks forward in a well-practiced crouch, her muscular haunches bunching with each step forward made by her silent paws. Pausing as the wind shifts direction, the lioness is careful not to give herself away as she works to close the distance between herself and her unsuspecting prey. Her pale ears twitch excitedly as she narrows the gap to the desirable strike range. Lashing her tail excitedly, the lioness springs forward, a roar escaping her mighty jaws as her blue eyes lock onto her target’s surprised face.
She launches herself at the larger, more imposing figure lying in the grass, her two front paws crashing against solid muscle as she narrows her eyes in amusement at her quarry.
“Pinned ya!” Nala announces in triumph, her weight resting firmly against Simba’s chest, holding the newly crowned Lion King motionless.
“Nala!” Simba whines with the same petulance he did when they were cubs.
It’s difficult for the cream-colored lioness to acknowledge the once small cub is now a King in his prime.
“Apologies, Your Majesty,” she teases, tenderly licking his cheek.
Author’s Note: The Lion King has always been my favorite movie in existence despite being released a good six years before I was born. As a 2000 baby, I watched the original movie and its sequels probably no fewer than 1,000+ times and could even at one point do a one-person production word for word at my house. Nala will forever be one of my favorite Disney characters ever. I have loved lionesses and lions in general since my very first trip to the zoo as a baby and my dream is to one day go on a safari in the Masai Mara to see wild lion prides in person! Thus, when I saw the “hidden” prompt for the Come What May Creators Challenge, I just knew it had to be about my girl Nala playing a trick on newly returned Simba while he was napping.
Simba and Nala will always be one of my hands-down, top Disney pairings of all time! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
Credit: Dividers were made by @cafekitsune
Summary: What begins as a horrible day for Nani Pelekai turns into a shift in perspective, all thanks to the gift left in her windowsill. Written for Day 6 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt "On the Windowsill".
Fandom: Lilo and Stitch
Rating: G
Nani awakens early one particularly grim morning, pain shooting down her back from sleeping on her cheap mattress. She had worked a double shift last night at the tiki bar in hopes of apologizing to her manager for the damage Stitch and Lilo caused during the lunch rush. Her eyelids feel like they weigh as much as a cement block dropping to the bottom of the ocean, the lack of sleep catching up with her. A heavy sigh escapes Nani’s lips as she presses her head against the coolness of the refrigerator, wracking her brain for what she can manage to scrape together for breakfast with the meager groceries they have to last until her paycheck clears the bank.
When she walks over to the sink to wash the pineapple she will use for their mother’s breakfast hash recipe, Nani spies something unusual on the windowsill. For, there, placed barely inside the window is a warm cup from Kiki’s Coffee Hut and a handwritten note on a scrap of paper that makes her heart flutter rapidly.
Author’s Note: David and Nani are one of my earliest OTPs from my childhood! I've always thought that David was the sweetest, most reliable of the Disney love interests when I was growing up and even now that I'm an adult. I was two years old when the original movie came out and I have so many fond memories of watching it. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/06/2026 as well.
Credit: Dividers were made by @diviniyae
Summary: Sebastian decides to quit smoking. His best friend Sam and his farmer wife are always there to support him, no matter how guilty Sebastian feels about the situation. Written for Day 2 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt "Quitting a Bad Habit".
Fandom- Stardew Valley
Rating: M for mentions of smoking, anxiety/depression, and withdrawal
The blonde farmer climbs the stairs up to the porch of the farmhouse, toeing her muddy boots off as her crystal blue eyes gaze lovingly at the man currently lounging in the oak rocking chair. Sebastian is reclining back as far as he physically can without being dumped out of the rocking chair, their solid black tomcat Toothless resting in his lap.
“Sebastian?” the farmer inquires, noting the far-off look in her husband’s grey eyes as he absentmindedly rubs one strong hand over Toothless’ head, earning a constant purring from the feline akin to the sounds of Sebastian’s motorcycle starting up.
“Oh, you’re back, dear,” Sebastian murmurs quietly, blinking rapidly before he turns his dark gaze upwards to his wife’s face, tanned from toiling out in the fields for the entire day in order to plant this season’s crops. “How was your day?”
“I got all the crops planted, so that’s a relief,” she remarks, wiping a hand across her brow before dropping a kiss to Sebastian’s forehead and running her index finger against Toothless’ cheek, the cat having woken up upon hearing his owner’s voice. “I’ll need to fix the fence in the cows’ pen tomorrow, though. I noticed a hole today when I was milking them this morning, but I didn’t get around to it.”
“You know, I should be doing something productive right now to help you where you don’t have to do everything on the farm by yourself,” Sebastian says, a dejected tone in his gruff voice. “I just lose focus too fast….” he continues, an uncontrolled sigh leaving his lips in the process.
“You have your programming work, too, love,” the farmer reminds, holding her hand out and helping to pull Sebastian to his feet where he doesn’t fall backwards due to his precarious position in the rocking chair. “I would consider that to be very productive. I know how busy you’ve been with designing that new game….”
“Maybe I should drink more coffee?” Sebastian suggests, a large yawn overcoming his lips as he opens the farmhouse door, a growl escaping his stomach at the same time. “Man, I’m starving!” he smirks.
“Good thing I’ve got pumpkin soup ready for us,” his wife smiles softly, grabbing a pair of bowls from the cabinet along with two spoons.
“My favorite.”
Normally, when the farmer’s alarm clock goes off at 6:00 AM to begin her day around the farm, Sebastian will wake up shortly after her where they can have coffee and breakfast together before they both set off for their separate duties. For the farmer, that means anything and everything related to keeping the farm afloat and for Sebastian, that normally means either working on a current project or submitting proposals and his resume to find more freelance programming work. However, today, it must be noted that the raven-haired young man is still in bed even after the farmer finishes brewing the coffee, feeding Toothless, and dressing in overalls for the day ahead. She comes to Sebastian’s side of the bed before softly shaking his shoulder, pressing a feather-light kiss to his cheek in the process.
“Seb, time to wake up. I’m about to head out to milk the cows and feed the chickens.”
“I just feel like sleeping today.”
That statement is rather unusual these days from her husband. In the days since they married, Sebastian’s depressive episodes have been few and far between, normally only flaring during the deepest, darkest parts of winter. She likes to think that him moving to the country air of the farm and out of the windowless basement in his mother’s house away from Demetrius and Maru has helped improve Sebastian’s overall mental health. It was a huge relief to the young man that the relationship strains with his stepfather and half-sister were no longer present in his daily activities and living space, allowing him to be more at peace and therefore suffer less anxiety than he did in the midst of Pelican Town.
“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps you should go and visit Harvey if….”
The blonde farmer could never have predicted the next words that would have come out of her husband’s mouth, his grey eyes filled with determination, pain, and anguish all at once.
“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're married...” Sebastian admits, his voice a ghost of a whisper as he sits upright in bed, hiding his face in his calloused hands, more vulnerable now in this moment that he has been in quite some time. “I don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit,” he continues, disgust evident in his voice at the mere thought of his nicotine addiction taking him away from his beloved wife prematurely. “I want to have a future together.”
“Sebastian….”
“I dunno where I'd be without you... probably in a ditch somewhere.”
She simply places a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, delivering a comforting squeeze to the taut muscles below.
“How can I help?”
“You and Sam are probably my only friends in this town. I think it’s going to take both of you to pull me through to the other side,” the raven-haired outcast reasons, unshed tears welling in his stormy grey eyes.
“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” the farmer assures her husband, clasping their hands together.
Over the next month and a half, Sam and the farmer throw everything they have into helping Sebastian through his periods of nicotine withdrawal. He becomes even moodier than normal, distancing himself from his wife and best friend, though not on purpose, merely because his own brain chemistry is betraying him. The anxiety gets worse before it gets better, sometimes crippling him so badly that the only thing Sebastian can do is lie in bed with the windows closed, a book in his lap, and Toothless purring in his lap or on his feet. He switches between phases of intense hunger and not wanting to eat at all, cravings for frozen pizza occurring nearly daily in the beginning. Sleeping, something Sebastian had improved upon since moving to the farm, is a challenge as well, as he often finds himself suffering from either one of the two extremes: insomnia or the desire to sleep the entire day and night away, barely stirring enough to prevent himself from getting pressure sores from lack of movement. The impending winter weather does nothing to help Sebastian’s state of mind, either, as the seasonal depression begins to take him in its clutches again, the emotions magnified when coupled with the withdrawal.
“I don’t know how I got this way,” Sebastian sobs into the farmer’s chest one night, his fists clenched tightly around his wife’s hips, anchoring himself to her, afraid to be left adrift without her nearby.
“You’re breaking this habit, Sebastian,” she whispers into his hair, resting her chin atop his head. “You’re so incredibly strong and I will love you no matter what, even the darkest parts of your soul,” the farmer continues, tears pricking her blue eyes, but she will not let them fall.
She and Sam must be the strong ones for Sebastian during this time.
Sam, to his credit, shows up to the farm every morning at seven to help the farmer with her chores and he quickly becomes invaluable with his aid. He offers the farmer comforting hugs, time for her to break into tears away from Sebastian at the sheer pain he is going through in the attempts to better his own health. Sam’s calming presence and strong hand on her shoulder help lift the farmer’s spirits, reminding her that she has someone else fighting this battle alongside her, someone else who knows Sebastian in the way very few have the privilege to. Once they’re done for the day, Sam can usually be found either strumming his guitar in the farmhouse, workshopping new songs for their band with Sebastian, or pulling out his old, worn copy of Solarion Chronicles for the three of them to play on a checkered quilt around the fireplace. It’s during those quiet nights indoors that Sebastian begins to truly smile again.
The farmer cooks enough pumpkin soup to last half the week for nearly the entire month of Sebastian’s withdrawal, wanting to offer classic comforts to her husband. When Sebastian’s dark moods get the worst of him, they take walks down to the beach to see the moon jellies or run outside into thunderstorms, the rain soaking them to the very bone and washing away all traces of their sorrow. She helps Sebastian work on repairs to his motorcycle despite knowing next to nothing about mechanics, her presence itself being quite enough for the man. Often, Sebastian just asks to lay his head in her lap, enjoying the soothing ministrations of her hand carding through his raven hair as she reads to him from one of their shared favorite books. It takes over a month, but Sebastian pulls through, breaking the habit, feeling all the stronger for doing so.
Author’s Note: Although I am new to Stardew Valley, which seems crazy to say in May 2026, I can't wait to hopefully write more for this beloved fandom to show love and appreciation formy favorite characters! However, I must say that I haven’t quite gotten very far into the game yet, so I based all my information about Sebastian on what my younger sister has taught me about him. She played Stardew Valley fanatically during the pandemic and she married Sebastian as quickly as she could, so the female farmer’s looks in this canon verse are based on my sister.
Also, I’m not quite sure how domestic this is for the Domaystic challenge, but as soon as I saw this prompt and sat down to write today, I knew it needed to be about Sebastian. Stay tuned for more, dear readers. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, evening or night! Until next time.
This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/02/2026 as well.
Credit: Dividers were made by @softandsleepyboy.
Summary: Elizabeth always knew they lived on borrowed time, but she never could have predicted this unforeseen turn of events. Written for Day 1 of @come-what-may-challenge 2026 for the combination of both prompts "Borrowed" and "Light".
Fandom- Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: T
Elizabeth always knew they lived on borrowed time, even in the earliest days she had come to make Will Turner’s acquaintance when they were but children. Due to Elizabeth’s own standing as the illustrious Governor Swann’s daughter and Will’s own lot in life as a suspected orphan marooned after a pirate attack at sea, they were quickly separated following the fateful day that brought them together. Will was quickly apprenticed to the drunk of a blacksmith, most likely Leftenant Norrington’s doing, to keep him out of sight and out of mind. Yet, nothing could sever the bond the two shared, tied not only to each other by a piece of secret, cursed Aztec gold, but also owed to the fact that Elizabeth was the only one that noticed Will was in need of saving from the tumultuous ocean. They spent stolen moments talking, laughing, and enjoying one another’s company whenever Will had to bring commissioned arms to the Governor’s household or whenever they coincidentally happened to cross paths in town or at the fort.
However, she never in her wildest dreams could have predicted this unforeseen turn of events. Elizabeth would never have been able to guess in all of her fantastical visions of an idyllic wedding that she’d find herself getting married on the deck of a famed pirate ship, fighting sea creature monsters while dressed in armor as the newly elected Pirate King. Captain Barbossa had married them swiftly, ensuring that the young couple were bound in holy matrimony for whatever would lie ahead of them. As they were in the midst of fighting Davy Jones and his formidable crew, nothing was certain, nothing was promised, and no one’s survival was guaranteed. The moment Elizabeth saw the sword enter William Turner’s heart by Davy Jones’ hand, she swore her own heart stopped dead in her chest as the realization sunk in that their borrowed time was truly over.
Yet, through some sort of ingenious planning known only to the captain himself, Jack Sparrow found a way to save Will’s life, albeit cursing him to become the new Davy Jones, bound to forever ferry the souls lost at sea. They would have but a single night together once every ten years, a fate Elizabeth Turner could bear so long as it meant her husband was alive and would return home to her in some capacity. She stands, bare feet in the sand as she awaits the sunset to finish casting its orange hues across the landscape, for the green flash of light to appear across the horizon, signaling the return of the Flying Dutchman and her dearest love. That flash of green light, a sight she would never take for granted, appears before her eyes and Elizabeth nearly weeps with joy. As fast as her legs will carry her, the new Mrs. Turner runs through the shallows. Will’s strong forearms encircle her waist, hoisting Elizabeth against his broad chest, pressing heavy, sensual kisses to her cheeks, her lips, and her neck.
“Right where I left you,” Will breathes in relief against her neck, a kiss soon finding its way to Elizabeth’s throbbing pulse point.
“And right where I will always stay, waiting for you,” Elizabeth smiles against his lips, tightening her legs around Will’s waist, their bodies harmoniously joined.
Author’s Note: Will and Elizabeth are one of my earliest OTPs from my childhood! The Curse of the Black Pearl released when I was three years old, but my mom introduced me to the original trilogy when I was around eight, I believe, as they were all released on DVD by that time. I marathoned them all in a single weekend and have loved pirates ever since! My love for these movies is what led my husband to introduce me to One Piece a month into us dating. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/01/2026 as well.
Credit: Dividers were made by @sisterlucifergraphics
Summary: “Why didn’t you dress up for your date with Fern today?” Stark learns the importance of dressing up for dates. Written for Day 1 of @domaystic 2026 for the prompt "Dressing Up".
Fandom- Frieren: Beyond Journey's End
Rating: G
Stark honestly does not even believe that there is a possibility for disaster to strike their little trio tonight. That is, until Frieren begins angrily banging on the door to his room at the inn.
“Stark!” the female elf shouts, her angry voice instantly sending a jolt of fear down the entire length of the red-haired warrior’s spine.
His amber eyes widen in alarm at the ferocity of both Frieren’s rage and the intense staccato of knocking against the wooden door. As Frieren is normally an even-tempered mage, the young frontliner has only heard the eldest in their little party of adventurers raise her voice in a few notable instances, mainly when their lives were on the line during demon attacks or the like. Stark has the fleeting thought as to whether or not he needs to grab his axe and sling it over his shoulders just in case an attack is brewing. Casting a glance at his bed, his gaze lands on the crisp white sheets rumpled from where he had been tossing and turning in a futile attempt to fall asleep due to the wave of emotions coursing through him following today’s events. Stark wonders if he could just hide silently for long enough that Frieren would give up eventually in favor of retiring to her and Fern’s own room down the hallway.
“Stark, I know you’re in there!” comes Frieren’s voice again as the banging against the door becomes more rapid. “I demand that you open this door at once, young man!” the light-haired elf continues, her tone leaving no room for argument.
“Guess that answers my question for me,” Stark murmurs under his breath, a ragged exhale leaving his lips as he plods to the door with all the eagerness of a man attending a funeral of a close friend.
With shaking hands, Stark flings open the door, nearly throwing Frieren backwards with the sudden strength behind the movement. Frieren had been poised to knock again or possibly use magic to pick the lock, but she does not have it in her to look scandalized over such an uncharacteristic outburst.
“Finally,” she sighs, crystal eyes meeting Stark’s amber ones and housing all the disappointment in the world in her stare.
The shiver once again creeps down Stark’s spine, sending fear directly into his heart the way Fern’s cold, calculated glares do.
“What did I do now?” the warrior groans, sitting at the foot of his bed and lowering his gaze like a scolded child, knowing that Frieren’s visit so late at night can only mean one thing.
He must be in trouble for something or other. It does seem to happen rather frequently ever since he joined up with Fern and Frieren, now that Stark thinks about it. Had he been in this much trouble when it was just him and Master Eisen in his formative years? Surely the dwarf would have mentioned it before if so….
“Why didn’t you dress up for your date with Fern today?”
The question is asked simply in Frieren’s gentle and calming tone of voice, almost as if she had asked what he wanted for breakfast in the morning or who wanted to look for fresh drinking water on their travel to the next town. That unnerves Stark more than the possibility of her former blazing anger. He’ll never understand the quick mood shifts the two females in their party seem to have with more regularity than seems normal for the other women he has encountered on their journey. Granted, there have not been many women Stark has been around enough to have grown close to in his nineteen years on Earth other than Frieren and Fern. Since he was raised primarily by Eisen in the middle of the woods and his own mother had died when Stark was too young to remember much about her, the two women he shares all of his days and nights with on the road to Aureole are the only women he has spent enough time with to develop a true understanding of. Some days he doesn't feel as if he truly has as deep of an understanding of them as he thinks when they scold him for not responding appropriately to loaded questions.
“So maybe that is what women’s mood shifts are like,” Stark muses silently, barely interpreting the question Frieren posed moments ago.
Frieren clears her throat in impatience for his answer.
“I’m sorry?” Stark questions, turning his head to look Frieren in the eyes as the mage tosses a judging glance at the warrior’s bed, no doubt noticing the sheets balled up and strewn across the bed.
“Fern went through so much trouble to dress up for you, wearing her prettiest dress and those uncomfortable nice shoes, just for you to wear what you always do!” Frieren laments, thinking back to how beautiful Fern had looked in the floral purple dress and how she had finally had an opportunity to wear the nice shoes Frieren had bought her for one of the many birthdays the pair of women have spent together in their years of traveling.
"I was supposed to dress up?" Stark inquires, the nervous high-pitched tone coming into his voice. "How was I meant to know that?" he demands, realizing when he had been the one to invite Fern out in the first place that he had never been on a date before!
Other than the one he experienced with Fern, Stark is completely clueless about the world of dating, which made his nerves towards the entire situation skyrocket even more. Oh, if only Sein had been there with them, this whole disaster could have been avoided since the young priest certainly does seem to know a plethora of information about pursuing women. It's not as if this had ever been a topic of conversation broached with Master Eisen when he was growing up!
"That's so like Eisen to not instill those traits in you! That old dwarf couldn't care less about the female gaze... Why would he ever think to teach you the art of appearances?" Frieren murmurs under her breath, rolling her crystal eyes at the sheer absurdity of this entire situation.
The female elf of legend also finds herself wishing that Sein had been reunited with their little party by this time where he could be the one to address the sheer awkwardness Fern and Stark are exuding around one another due to their mutual attraction. The attraction and tension between the two of them has become almost tangible to the point that even Frieren of all creatures has picked up on it. A truly phenomenal feat, indeed....
So, it seems the responsibility of teaching her two young charges how to navigate the world of romance would thus fall on her in the absence of another proper grown-up.
Oh, joy!
"You're supposed to dress up to take women on dates, Stark, as any respectable young man would do," Frieren begins, sitting down on the bed next to Stark and placing one of her hands on his knee, turning the warrior to face her. "Not just in your normal attire, but actually nice clothes without holes, bloodstains, or scorch marks on them. As much as you can, you're supposed to predict what outfit Fern might wear in the context of the date where you can either match the color she wears or at the very least wear a compatible color to her," the elven mage continues, watching as Stark's eyes widen in the way a rabbit's might when faced with the hulking form of a hungry wolf. "Purple and red clothes clash horribly together, so you'll need to find something more neutral to wear than your normal attire."
"How am I supposed to predict Fern's outfits?"
Stark feels his head swimming the influx of rules that are evidently imposed on dates.
"I'm pretty sure you have seen the entirety of Fern's wardrobe by this point in time, Stark. We have been travelling together for several years now and one can only carry so many supplies on the road, even with my magical trunk."
"But I didn't know she had that beautiful purple dress she wore today! How could I have planned for that, Frieren?" Stark practically whines, flopping backwards on the bed and throwing one of his forearms across his face in defeat.
A beat of time passes as Frieren doesn't know how to respond to the question posed by Stark. Yes, she had acted ambivalent when Fern asked what she should wear on her first date with Stark, truly believing a dress to be just a dress. However, since it seems extremely important to Fern that she make the correct decisions when approaching dates with Stark, as her surrogate parent, Frieren is going to try her hardest to ease the tension between the two young lovers.
“How do you know all this?” Stark's voice snaps Frieren out of her daze as the young man pulls himself to a seated position once more, resting his back against the bed's wooden headboard. “You’ve never struck me as the overly feminine type when it comes to clothes or dates, Mistress Frieren,” the young warrior continues, a hint of a smirk gracing his features at the slight jab he directs towards Frieren.
“As I have told you and Sein both, I am a mature woman, Stark,” Frieren sighs, unsure why neither Stark nor Sein seem to realize that despite her not feeling attraction or desire for others that she still is a woman at her core. “We mature ladies just know these things."
Stark quirks a brow.
“Yeah, I’m not buying that.”
“Fine, Flamme was a very thorough master and taught me all of her beguiling ways,” she admits, a displeased pout appearing on her lips. “One day I will teach them to young Fern,” Frieren smiles, thinking of how much more power Fern will be able to imbue in the smooch technique that would bring Himmel to his knees every time.
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Stark abruptly says, a hardened edge to his voice with those four simple words. “I like Fern just the way she is, dresses, fancy shoes, and beguiling ways or not,” he smiles softly, amber eyes shining with undeclared love for the young purple-haired First Class mage.
“Did you tell her this?”
“Did I--- What?”
“Have you told Fern how much you like her? In detail?” Frieren presses, her teeth practically gritting in her mouth as she swears that Stark is being this dense on purpose. “We women don’t like to guess, after all!” she states with a flourish, standing from the bed and walking towards the door, a yawn overtaking her lips due to the late hour.
“That’s rich coming from you! You didn’t even realize that Master Himmel tried to propose to you all those years ago with his ring!” Stark hurls the accusation towards Frieren, catching the elf off guard and particularly vulnerable.
“Why would you… Wherever did you get that idea?” she asks, her voice the ghost of a whisper.
Had that been.... Did Himmel truly love her? All the decades that have passed since she first met him and she never realized....
Though, surely he would have said something if that had been true! He was Himmel the Hero after all, afraid of no man nor beast!
He would have told her, wouldn't he?
Wouldn't he?
“Master Eisen knew how much he loved you. He used to tell me stories of the great tragedy that was Himmel’s unrequited love,” the young warrior sighs, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles to ease the growing tension in the room. “Why do you think he gave you the mirrored lotus ring and then never married anyone else?” Stark asks, softer this time, more gently, so as not to spook Frieren with this new perspective of what the elf believed to be a commonplace gift. “You heard what Sein said that flower truly means when I gifted the bracelet to Fern for her birthday.”
“Just dress up for your next date. Okay, Stark?" Frieren commands in a quiet tone of voice as she opens the door and steps out into the hallway, completely unable to continue socializing for the night after Stark dropped that life-changing news on her. "I know it would make Fern happy.”
Stark buys a new, clean pair of trousers and the fanciest shirt and coat he can afford at the very next town they visit. Fern is instantly pleased and their second date succeeds without a hitch.
Author's Note: Stark and Fern better be endgame or I will riot. I adore our soft-hearted warrior and seemingly cold young mage! They are two of my favorite fantasy characters to date and OMG do I love them. Let's just say I was kicking my feet during the dancing scene in Episode 15 as well as the entirety of the date episode.... However, I was saying to my husband: "Why didn't Stark dress up? Fern got all beautiful for him and is even wearing those more impractical for an adventurer shoes! Frieren must have gotten her those..." Thus, when I saw the prompt for Day One of Domaystic 2026, I knew I had to make that line of thought into a story.
I have created an expansive list of more Frieren universe stories I'd like to write some day, but if you have any prompts you'd like to see that are non-explicit, please feel free to drop them below. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers and I'll see you next time!
This drabble was cross-posted on my AO3 account on 05/01/2026 as well.
Credit: The dividers used on this post are from the lovely @cafekitsune
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Summary: Nami may have been hated and branded a witch after the death of Bell-mère, but at least those closest to her understood her true motivations. Based on the drabble prompt "sacrifice".
Fandom: One Piece (Manga, Anime, and Live Action Compliant)
Rating: T
She’s too young, too weak, and too late to save Bell-mère, her cries punctuating the otherwise peaceful afternoon. It adds insult to injury for the weather to be so nice as the woman who raised her bleeds out in the tangerine grove she loves so much. Her heart aches and yearns for the touch of the former Marine, the troublesome young woman who everyone fretted over, the one she would call Mommy for the formative years of her life.
Genzo thinks she’s too young, too innocent, and too pure to have the call to sacrifice herself for the entirety of Cocoyashi Village. A girl of ten should not have to sacrifice her mind, body, and soul to defeat the evil fishman known as Arlong. Seeing the tattoo of the Arlong Pirates emblazoned on Nami's bicep nearly kills him. He silently swears to fight for her honor, for her defense until his dying breath, even if the world should hate her.
Nojiko thinks her sister's too young, too reckless, and too angry to adequately cope with the deal she's made with Arlong and the sacrifice she makes every day just to be in the fishman's presence. She would always support her.
Author’s Note: I hope you will read and enjoy the rest of my One Piece stories if you enjoyed this piece. If you enjoyed this little drabble, I’d love a like, kudos, or comment to tell me what you enjoyed and what you'd like to see next. Until next time, dear readers! Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night!
This drabble was originally posted on 09/16/2024 on my AO3 account.
Credit: The dividers used on this post are from the lovely @cafekitsune!
Masterlist (In Progress While Migrating Fics from AO3)
One Piece
Conversations and Scenes We Didn't Have in One Piece
Gen: This series contains gen fics from across the One Piece universe. No ships in this one unless you squint. Platonic love between the Straw Hats and other important characters throughout the story. Think of this collection of stories as being missing scenes and conversations we didn't get in the anime, manga, or live action. Click the link above and you'll find the masterlist of all the works in this ever-growing series.
Sacrifices of the Navigator (Nami, Nojiko, Genzo, and Bell-mère)
Steel and Secrets
ZoRobin: This series is dedicated to the romance between our favorite headstrong swordsman Roronoa Zoro and the intelligent archaeologist Nico Robin. I am adapting my own timeline amongst canon events, but their romance arc begins an undisclosed amount of time after leaving Water Seven but before reaching Thriller Bark. The beginning fics in the series are very "will they, won't they?", but I can assure you that the answer is that they very much will. There will also be mentions of Sanji/Nami (SaNami) and Luffy/Hancock in the backgrounds of these fics at times. Zoro/Robin are two of my favorite characters to write about and one of my favorite ships of all time, so I refuse to accept they aren't canon.
Smoke and Tangerines
SaNami: This series is dedicated to the romance between our favorite classy chef and the money-hungry, fashionable navigator Nami. I am adapting my own timeline amongst canon events, but their romance arc begins in earnest after Luffy, Nami, Chopper, and Brook save Sanji from Whole Cake Island. There will also be mentions of Zoro/Robin in the backgrounds of these fics at times. Sanji and Nami are two more of my favorite characters to write about and one of my favorite ships of all time, so I refuse to accept they aren't canon.
In the Quiet of the Early Morning (Sanji/Nami)
Frieren: Beyond Journey's End
Stormy Skies (Fern/Stark pre-relationship ft. Frieren)
Art of Appearances (Fern/Stark ft. Frieren, Sein, Himmel, and Eisen)
Sea of Red (Fern/Stark)
Scorpion (CBS)
The Kiss Code (Quintis)
Stardew Valley
Breaking the Habit (Sebastian/Female Player ft. Sam)
Howl's Moving Castle
His Heart's Truest Desire (Howl/Sophie ft. Markl, Calcifer, and Prince Justin)
Slumber's Embrace (Howl/Sophie)
Not So Swoonworthy (Howl/Sophie ft. Markl and Calcifer)
Disney
Pirates of the Caribbean
Bring Me That Horizon (Elizabeth/Will)
Tangled
A Quiet Retreat (Eugene/Rapunzel)
The Lion King (1994/1998/2004 versions)
Unexpected Ambush (Nala/Simba)
Lilo and Stitch
A Matter of Perspective (David/Nani)
The Princess and the Frog
A Tablespoon of Love and a Dash of Banter (Tiana/Naveen ft. James)
