i love writing zoro pov bc sometimes ill stop myself n think "wait no, zoro would NOT know the word cognizant, be serious" and this is just one of the many ways writers have to remind themselves to always stay true to character
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So with the context of this post, I've written a bad (barely edited and written in like one hour while I was falling asleep yesterday) fanfic :P
(shhhhhhh we ignore the fact that this was written on the 26th and not the 27th. I changed like one word today it counts)
Open the cut for exactly 600 words of Melkor getting kissed by his dumb gay Lieutenant and maybe some light angst too who knows. also crossposted to ao3 as an update to this fic
“Mel-kor.” Sauron huffed, staring at his Lord. “I can’t believe you’d do this.”
“It’s not my fault this fana is too tall!” Melkor cried. “Blame Manwe for making me wear it in the first place. He’s the one who said I had to keep it until they fix all the stuff I smushed.”
“But now how am I going to kiss you? I’m half your height!” Sauron raged.
“I could–”
“No. You are not picking me up.”
“You could ask me to lean over–”
“No. Too normal. Let me think.”
“You could sit on my shoulders and keep me company during Manwe’s awful soliloquies.”
“No, no, no…,” Sauron muttered, pacing on the bright grass.
“Aha!” He looked up to Melkor with a beaming, if not a little intimidating, smile. “I know exactly how to solve this”
Melkor was about to ask how, but was cut off by the sight of Sauron’s shape melting away and reforging itself into a tall, bright pillar, many-eyed and dragon-scaled. Before he knew it, Sauron had swept him up in his arms, glittering with wild abandon as he whirled him around and into a secluded corner in the gardens of Valmar. Melkor’s hands flew up to the bright Maia’s shoulders as he found himself held close between Sauron’s warm, newly-built form and a shaded, vined wall, cool where the shadows had kept the stones out of the sun.
“Great. Now you’re too tall.” Melkor griped, though he was thoroughly enjoying both the recklessly happy face of his Lieutenant and the green things wilting behind his back.
“Easily solved,” he said, shrinking down to Melkor’s height like a fire dimming low. “Now, I believe you asked me for a kiss?”
Melkor laughed and held Sauron’s gaze. “I believe you’re the one who asked first,” he grinned mischievously. “But I will ask again, if you so wish.”
Sauron’s face was already so close to Melkor’s that they were nearly touching. Sauron had already taken his hand, lacing their fingers together like two pieces of a puzzle.
“Please?” Melkor asked, and that was all it took.
“Yes,” Sauron whispered, so close already that whether it was with his breath or Melkor’s own he could hardly tell. “It’s been so long.”
Sauron kissed him. Sauron had one hand around Melkor’s waist and another tightly held in his own, and Sauron was kissing him. So closely bound were they, one to the other, that it seemed that time had never moved beyond the great fields and gardens of Almaren, unabiding by the great deeps of time that sundered them for a hundred ages and more. Sauron could feel Melkor’s hands, buried in his hair and the back of his clothing, and it was as if they had never been burned by the hallowed light it seemed he had never stolen.
Sauron moved from his lips to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the lids of his eyes, each little detail that had been lost or wearied on the long wait in the Void. It was him, real and solid, breath cool and steady as it sighed by his ears.
“I missed you.” Sauron breathed, still holding him like he could never let go.
“I missed you too, Mairon,” Melkor said, and he pronounced his name like it was the most beautiful one in the world. “I am never leaving you again.”
And Sauron, for a second, broke his artful mirth, and leaned into Melkor’s chest with something like a tear staining gold on his face.
“Please,” he cracked, another tear dyeing the fabric of Melkor’s shirt aureate. “Never do.”
@holtzyrans tagged me in a last line meme thing, where you “Post the most recent sentence you’ve written and tag whoever you want!” so here’s mine:
The tricorder thing beeped, and Hunk pulled it away from the water and stood. “If you ever say the word “kinkies” to me again, I’m ending this friendship, and I’m taking the kids with me.”
thinking about.....the complexity of a zoro whos been turned by vampire mihawk. like its a punishment for a failed student and a rising for a prodigal son and something coldly incidental all at once. which one is worse, right: mihawk turning zoro to ruin him, ensure he'll never truly be the world's greatest in any way that won't be tainted by whispers of his unnatural advantage, mihawk turning zoro to even the playing field bc he could see zoro stood no chance on his own, or mihawk turning zoro for sport, for boredom, for hunger, completely detached
RAAAAAA zosan fwb proxy fucking bc they both want luffy, their "rivalry" fuelled by both wanting the same man, both resenting the other for daring to think he deserved their captain, both drowning in self disgust at betraying their best friend by acting out what they want to do with him. its sick and toxic and fucked up and they cant stop. do you get me. oh my god.
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was thinking abt the potential backstory/origin for vampire zoro for a zosan fic like "well the obvious one ofc is mihawk turned him at some point during the timeskip" but then i thought about mihawk playing bloodhunter sex games w zoro on his creepy island and got so hard i passed out
exes to lovers assassin au where they used to both work for baroque works and one of them left, works as a free agent and now has a huge bounty on their heads with a bunch of former coworkers coming after them. lo and behold who is in that array but the ex. they make a deal to take out the competition bc "at least you can still trust me to give you a clean death right?" but yknow, who knows, maybe by the time the ex is the only would-be-killer left theyll have fallen back in love...
Come and read it on ao3! And here’s a little preview:
When he fell in love with Hunk, he didn't expect anything to come out of it. They were roommates their first year at the garrison, both of them freshly graduated and ready to start the rest of their lives as a pilot and engineer respectively, and hit it off immediately. Lance told himself that he wouldn't let himself get carried away, that he was fine with just being Hunk's best friend.
It didn't last long. Lance fell hard, fast, and lasted exactly four months before everything came out in a childish burst of emotion. It was angry, and scared, but Hunk was nothing if not patient with him.
By some kind of miracle, Hunk had taken his face so gently in his hands and kissed him. It wasn't like the kisses you see in the movies, with teeth clashing and rain soaking them through their clothes. It was the softest thing he'd ever felt and when Hunk pulled away, his eyes were wet.
"I wish you had just told me," Hunk had said.
Lance kept falling in love after that, whether it was further and further with Hunk, or with someone else entirely. It even happened a little bit with Pidge, when he met her (and a little bit more when he learned she was just like him).
Lance had too much of himself to give, but Hunk never held it against him.
"It's not, like, evil to love more than one person. As long as everyone's happy and the relationship is equal, you can love as many people as you need."
Three years later, in the unforgiving loneliness of space, he kept Hunk's words close to his heart. He whispered them in his mind every time Keith looked at him.
