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ahhhh thank you for the ask!! i think i only have about five fics worth mentioning so this is perfect loool
all marinat 😎
au revoir, sweeting is such part sorrow - smutty smoke sesh baaybeeeey
(b)it girl - one-shot zombie au, hurts my own feelings in the best way and was so fun to write. the title alone is a great source of pride for me lmao
now of sleeping - my first fic back after a long time not writing creatively!! also hurts my own feelings and because of when i started writing it (before the season finale) and when i finished (after the season finale lmao) its a fun game of schrodingers mari
bloodletting - went back to my vampire roots with this one. vampire, witches, and werewolves au, oh my ✨i still add to my wip doc from time to time and i do want to keep writing it one day :')
the greatest show on earth - writing this one kind of came out of nowhere lmao smutty, reverse cuckholding??? idk was fun to write
special mention for my girl nth degree who should probably actually be on this list but i can't look her in the eye rn bc i haven't felt like writing her next chapter (don't look at me lmao)
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Ended up starting a new series, What A Rose In The Hand Is Really Worth, as a continuation of this MariNat fic that I originally intended as a oneshot!
Summary: Nat walks back from hunting with Travis, having set up a surprise for Mari in the woods
“D’you think she’ll like it?” Nat asked, fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket as she walked. Despite every part of her body screaming for rest, all she could think about right now was how Mari might react to what she had set up for them during some of her hunting time.
“Maybe?” Travis replied with a shrug as he trudged alongside her, stopping as soon as Nat turned to glare at him. “What! Like I’m supposed to know?”
“A little reassurance would be nice,” Nat sighed, continuing their trek back to the cabin. “It’s just… I’ve never done something like this before.”
“I still don’t get why you’re doing it,” Travis said, pushing his hair out of his face, “You already impressed her enough for… y’know.”
If Nat wasn’t so anxious, she might have taken a moment to give Travis shit for not being able to say “sex”.
“Yeah, but I want… more than that,” Nat admitted, the last few words almost a whisper.
“Yeah? Do lesbians have some secret fifth base or something?” Travis joked, knowing full well that she was just as bisexual as he was.
“Shut up, you know what I mean,” Nat replied with a playful shove. “I like her. Like, a lot.”
“After one time?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious now.
Nat hesitated, readjusting the sling on her shoulder before responding.
“Okay, so maybe I have for… months.”
“Months?” Travis gave a low whistle.
Natalie felt her face heating up, remembering the very day her crush began. As if trying to explain away the embarrassment, she recounted it aloud.
“It was after practice one day. I’m smoking a joint in the shade and Mari” - she laughs, a softness taking over her expression - “she just swings by and says I should share.”
“You’re wasting all that smoke between hits,” Mari insists, holding out her hand. Nat’s world moves in slow motion for a moment when their fingers brush together. With more familiarity than Nat expected, Mari presses the smoke-stained, flimsy paper filter against her lips (had they always looked so inviting?) before dropping her mouth open slightly for a French inhale as she handed back the mostly-smoked joint.
“She starts talking about how she’s been waiting to be picked up for a while. She thinks they forgot, but she doesn’t sound surprised.”
“I’m used to it,” Mari shrugs, putting the roach out with the bottom of her shoe. “Honestly, I’m surprised when they do remember me.”
That statement resonated with Natalie to her very core. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to take Mari into her arms. Instead, Nat took out a second, completely untouched joint from her jacket pocket with a bit of flair.
“Wanna start this one?”
Mari smiled, wordlessly taking the proffered weed as she looked around to make sure the coast was still clear.
“Paranoid already?” Natalie teased. “Are you sure you want more?”
“Pff, I don’t care if anyone sees me smoking,” Mari insisted, waving away the notion with a flick of her wrist.
“Afraid to be seen with me, then?” Nat asked casually, steeling herself for the answer and pulling her lighter from a jacket pocket. “The burnout slut who got held back a year?”
As Mari leaned in for a light, joint held an inch away from her lips, the two women locked eyes.
“You know I got held back too, right?”
The self-deprecating quips Nat already had at the ready disappeared from her mind, leaving only a gnawing shame behind. Not knowing how to respond, Nat decided to light the joint without a word.
“It really blows watching everyone else move on, huh?” Mari mused bitterly after taking a long drag. She really did understand.
“Almost as much as it blows being stuck having to do it all over again,” Nat sighed, “But not as much as realizing… no one is surprised.”
Mari hands the joint back, and the two of them share a look of commiseration, hands lingering slightly when they brush against each other this time.
It took a moment for Nat to realize she had been walking in silence, lost in her reverie. She cleared her throat before finishing what she had been saying.
“After talking for a while… I found out that we actually have a lot in common.”
“Like you and I do?” Travis asked after a brief pause.
“Kind of, yeah,” Nat replied. “That day felt like the first time someone else really saw me, y’know? And on top of that, Mari is just… so fucking pretty.”
“Y’know, you’re lucky we already caught something,” Travis told her, lifting up the two rabbit carcasses he had been carrying. “Pretty sure pining scares off prey animals.”
“You’re such a dick,” Nat groaned with a smile. “Remind me why I tell you anything?”
“Because you need a wingman,” Travis answered, silent for a beat before adding, “And I might give you shit for it, but I’m still going to remind you that this girl is really into you.”
“Yeah?” Nat asked, looking up hopefully.
“Oh yeah, she stares when you’re not looking, like-“ Travis demonstrated an exaggerated expression in the direction of a nearby tree that Nat could only describe as impossibly horny, lip-biting and all. She stifled a chuckle.
“Just like that, huh?” Nat didn’t realize it, but she began to walk with more confidence.
“Not always,” Travis replied, and Nat’s heart sank for a moment.
“She also looks at you like…” he swore quietly, searching for the right words, “Like… you’re the sun, moon, and stars; like it all starts and ends with you. Same way you look at her when you think no one’s watching.”
“Wow, Travis, you’re a poet,” Nat teased, grinning from ear to ear.
“Pshh, shut up,” was the response, but watching Natalie practically skip back to the cabin with glee kept Travis smiling the rest of the way.
-
“Do I get a hint?” Mari whispered, pleading eyes illuminated by the firelight as she squeezed Natalie’s hand under the blankets.
“If I give you a hint, it won’t be a surprise anymore,” Nat insisted, smiling at the way the other woman dramatically stuck out her bottom lip in response. “Now c’mon, the sooner we get to sleep, the sooner it’ll be tomorrow.”
“Sleep?” Mari asked, eyes wandering to the slumbering figures around them. “With a super secret mystery to keep me up all night?”
“What, you want a bedtime story?” Nat teased, not expecting to see the delight that lit up Mari’s face at the suggestion.
“Do you… know one?” Mari asked, so quiet now that Nat could barely hear her.
Shit. Nat wracked her brain for any possible memory of ever having been told a bedtime story. I guess I could improvise? A bedtime story is just a story told before bed, right? Easy: you know plenty of stories.
Yet, not a single one came to mind. Nat was about to panic, until-
“Wait, I’ve got one!” Mari’s gleeful whisper made Nat feel equal parts relieved at not to have to think up a story and disappointed in herself for not coming up with anything. She tried not to let the feeling drag her down to memories of every moment she was put on the spot in class, silent in the face of a question, and someone else shouted the answer instead out of pity.
“So I only ever got to see my grandma a couple times, when I was little, but this is one she told me,” Mari began, clearing her throat before she kept going.
“There once was a beautiful kingdom, happy and peaceful - until a dragon moved in.”
Mari let go of Nat’s hand to put both of hers up like claws when she said “dragon,” and Nat stifled a chuckle.
“The people couldn’t fight against something so powerful. The only way they could stop the dragon from destroying their kingdom was by giving it regular sacrifices… human sacrifices.”
Nat had to stop getting distracted by Mari’s adorable gestures and expressions. Focus on the story, Scatorccio, she thought to herself as Mari wiggled her fingers to emphasize “human sacrifices.”
“Every week, the townspeople would draw lots to figure out who to sacrifice. This kept happening for months without anyone arguing; I mean, the dragon was leaving most of them alone. But then, one day, the king’s daughter is the one who draws the lot. The fucking princess.”
“Oh shit,” Nat whispers, now hanging on to every word.
“Yeah, the king is, like, torn.” Mari holds up her right, then her left hand as she continues. “On the one hand, he has to protect his kingdom. On the other hand, he’s sending his daughter to get eaten by a fucking dragon. So he tries to think of some reason he won’t have to do that, but there’s no way around it. So, the princess gets sent to the dragon as a sacrifice.”
“Seems like the king could’ve at least tried to make a decoy or something,” Nat muttered, more to herself than anything else.
“I know, right?” Mari agreed. “Anyway, when the princess first sees the dragon, she’s sure she’s done for. The thing is huge and angry and hungry. But just as the dragon opens its mouth, this knight comes out of nowhere!”
“He gets in front of the princess and starts fighting the dragon with his sword” - Mari began to put on an announcer voice, whether she meant to or not - “And it’s the knight, swinging his sword - but the dragon dodges! And it’s the dragon, growling and trying to crush the knight under his claws, but he misses!”
At this point, Mari was moving animatedly, hands gesturing so widely she almost slapped the sleeping girl next to her by accident - pausing her story to give a sheepish grin while Natalie giggled.
“They keep fighting until finally, the knight’s sword goes straight through the dragon’s heart! The dragon takes its final breath and the blood that falls from its body turns into a blooming rose bush.”
“The blood turns into a plant?” Nat looked skeptical.
“It’s dragon blood,” Mari said. “It’s like, magic or something. So, the knight plucks a red rose from the bush and kneels in front of the princess, presenting it to her.”
“Don’t let the dragons bite,” Van said, only a foot away.
Nat sat bolt upright to look at the redhead as if she’d materialized out of thin air.
“What? I like a good story, sue me,” Van muttered, turning around in her makeshift cot. “Looks like your girlfriend has more than one use for that mouth, eh, Nat?”
“Yeah, just like I have more than one use for this finger,” Nat countered, sticking her tongue out as she flipped Van off.
“So vulgar! Who knighted you?” Van whispered with feigned offense.
There was a pause before the three of them shared a laugh, giggling until Jackie began to groan and shush at them.
Lying down, Nat took Mari into her arms again. She would earn the comparison soon enough, she thought to herself. Hopefully, Mari would like what Nat had in store for her even more than she would a red rose.
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i’m thinking marinat but like it’s mari admiring nats style so nat dyes mari’s hair or smth… i need more content of their dynamic.
hii hi hi!! i ended up straying a little from the hair dye route so i hope you’re okay w that.. also this ended up a bit short.
quiero ser como tú entonces mal (que quiero tú)
mari wants to be natalie so, so badly. the lines blur between jealously and attraction.
—
Nat brushes past her in the locker room. Carefree.
“Oh. Sorry, Mar.”
Mari attempts to shrug, casual, but it comes off awkward and uncoordinated. “S’all good. Are—“
Nat shrugs back, walking slightly backward. Water bottle in hand. “Gotta go.”
Mari watches as she walks off into the distant haze of the locker room front door, slightly defeated. She’s so casual. Unbothered. Cool. Mari bites her lip in frustration. Even compared to her own venomous armor, it’s no match for Natalie’s. When people toss insults at her, she doesn’t even retaliate.
“How do you do it?,” Mari had whispered to her one day, after an especially battering lecture from Tai. Nat just closed her locker and wrinkled her nose.
“Doesn’t matter to me.”
When Mari looks at her, her heart clutches with jealousy. Her eyes trace over the very slight brown of Nat’s outgrown roots, the ashy brush of makeup around her eyes, the slope of her nose. She’s sure that if you offered her a winning lottery ticket or a chance to look like Nat, she would choose the latter. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone.
The next time she sees Nat in the locker room, she’s quicker to act.
“I like your.. makeup.”
“Oh. Thanks,” Nat says, smiling slightly. The other girls have mostly filtered out by now, jogging out in ponytails and sweatpants to get food after the game.
Which leaves she and Nat alone.
Thump. Thump.
Mari scorns her heart.
“I wish I could do mine like that, but.. I dunno. Not that kind of person I guess,” Mari adds, shifting on her feet.
“You could be,” Nat replies. “You can do whatever you want.”
Cue silence.
“That’s true,” Mari says after a moment of excruciating awkward tension. Nat reaches into her locker, pulling out a cracked little container of eyeshadow.
“Come here.”
She sits on the bench in between locker rows, looking up at Mari expectantly. Mari follows suit, but her breath catches in her throat.
“Really?”
Nat keels over slightly, a laugh escaping her throat. “Really.”
She pops open the eyeshadow lid, revealing an ashy black powder with a slight glittery sheen under the right light. Nat dips a finger in, dropping a few flakes onto the smudged little compact mirror inside.
“Close your eyes?,” she requests. Her breath smells like smoke and peppermint. Mari closes her eyes obediently, nails digging into her palms. She feels Nat’s fingertips brush over her fluttering eyelids, swiping gently to smudge the powder.
They sit so close together that Mari can feel the air she’s exhaled bouncing off of Nat’s skin and back at her. Too close. Perfectly close.
“All done,” Nat whispers. Mari opens her eyes slowly. Nat moves the compact so that Mari can look in the mirror.
She looks, honestly, like she’s been electrocuted. Like a cartoon, when their hair would stand up and their face would come back sooty.
“I feel stupid,” she says. Nat squints.
“You’re not stupid. I used to feel stupid too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and then I realized it didn’t matter.”
Nat watches her with half-lidded eyes, something almost hungry in her gaze. “Not stupid,” she repeats, turning Mark towards her by her chin with her index finger and thumb.
Mari’s heart skips and then stops, lungs clenching empty of air. On absolute impulse, she leans in, lips colliding messily.
Nat pulls away. Glass shattered.
“Oh my god. Sorry. That was so weird,” Mari says, instantly.
Nat shakes her head slightly. “No. It wasn’t.. weird.” Her eyes flick down to Mari’s lips, then back up to her eyes. Nat leans in and closes the gap again, lips warm and inviting.
as with most YJ ships i can see the vision lol. especially after how s3 ended, and the pivotal role mari played in deceiving shauna to the end of letting nat disappear and seek rescue. we really saw a greater depth to mari last season.
while their personalities are very different, they both are headstrong, outspoken individuals and i think are (were) both quite grounded in the end. despite her fealty to lottie in the beginning, i think mari eventually became disillusioned with it all and honestly just wanted to go home.
mari tried to protect ben, she went up against shauna, and she ultimately martyred herself so that the others would be rescued. she’s so similar to nat in these ways. doing what she thinks is right even if it puts a target on her back.
“Yeah. I heard about that.” Mari’s eyes trailed up the pale column of Nat’s throat to her mouth, slicked with a darker berry shade, and watched for it to start forming the “D” of “Danny.” She vowed to herself that she would slap her if it did.
A single interaction at a party sends Mari into a spiral of regret that lasts far longer than her hangover.
