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The Honeymoon| Sanami June Bride 2017|

When Nami opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Sanji’s face. Looking directly at her.

Ohmygod” she screamed, and she almost jumped from the bed, stepping away from him “Do you want to kill your wife on the very first day of marriage?”

Sanji laughed and stepped closer to her, embracing her in a hug. “I just can’t help but to stare at you. You look so peaceful in your sleep.”

“If I had known you would be such a creep I wouldn’t have married you.” She teased him, breaking the hug. “Now get up already, it’s getting late.”

“Who cares?” Sanji grabbed her by the arm, refusing to let go. “It’s our honeymoon.”

Nami sighed. “I know it is, but we can’t be in bed all the time.”

“Why not?” Sanji asked her, giving her the best impression of her puppy eyes. “There are plenty things to do in bed.”

Nami let out a laugh, but freed herself from Sanji’s gaze. “You already showed me that last night. And don’t give me that look, we knew what we were signing up to. It’s not easy to have a honeymoon in a ship with our crewmates.”

Before Sanji could try to convince her, they heard a knock on the door.

“You horny monsters, are you done?” It was obviously Zoro. Sanji chuckled and Nami rolled her eyes, but none of them responded. “Whatever, Luffy is hungry. And Usopp said there’s an island in sight, so…”

By the time they dressed up and opened the door, Zoro was already gone. Sanji gave Nami a slight kiss in the nose, and she wrinkled it.

“I’ll see you later. And don’t worry, we’ll have our honeymoon.” She assured him.

“Where?” He asked. He had always thought The Sunny was a big ship, but it certainly wasn’t big enough for privacy, or so it seemed.

“There” Nami said, pointing the island. Usopp was yelling “land ahoy!” from behind, and they both smiled. “There has to be somewhere where we can escape from everything else, right?”

“Like a hotel room?” he proposed, with a flirty smile.

“I hate to say this, but Zoro is right. You are a horny monster” she laughed, and left Sanji with a furious expression in his face.

The crew finally arrived to the island, and to their delight, this time it didn’t seem like anything was about to eat them, or anyone was about to fight them. The palms, the sun and the light breeze were the culmination of that peaceful sensation, something that they weren’t used to feeling.

“How could there be no marines in the coast?” Chopper asked, looking around. The only thing he could see besides the sand was a big building in the distance. People were walking, swimming or just sunbathing without any apparent worry.

“Are we dead and we’ve gotten to paradise?” Usopp gulped, his eyes trying to catch every single detail that his mind could process.

“If we were dead we would be in hell, don’t you think?” Robin laughed with her characteristic grin “It’s a pirate’s life we’ve earned.”

“Whatever this place is, I’m just so happy to be here” Sanji cried, bringing down to his knees. “It’s paradise.”

“And who should you all thank?” Nami said, stepping in front of her crew, that now were looking at her, expectant for her answer “Obviously the best navigator ever, me! I had it all planned.”

“So this means…” Sanji started, and Nami joined him for the second phrase “Honeymoon mode on!” They high-fived each other, and Luffy and Franky did the same.

“I don’t get it” Luffy said later, when they were on their way to the building Nami described as a resort “Why did we high-five?”

Nami rolled her eyes before answering him. “Leave it, Luffy. We don’t want your brain injured after a long session of thinking.”

“Okay” Luffy responded, not catching the navigator’s sarcasm. “Usopp, Chopper, Franky and I are going to the amusement park, bye!”

“I’m leaving too” Zoro announced with a chuckle “It’s better to do some workout than to watch you sickling lovebirds making out.”

“Don’t come back!” Sanji waved him goodbye, and Nami punched him softly in the chest. “What? I just want a private time with my wife, and not seeing that shitty marimo ever again. It’s not that much to ask, right?”

“Well that’s our cue to leave” Robin said, taking Brook with her. Soon enough, Sanji and Nami found themselves alone, just like they wanted.

“Now that we’ve gotten rid of them, what should we do first, my beloved wife?” Sanji asked Nami, pulling her closer to him so he could place a kiss on her cheek.

“I was thinking that since I brought the bikini you gave me we could hit the pool” she said with a devious smile “What do you think?”

As a response, Sanji lifted her up and carried her bridal style. “I think let’s go now” he said, starting to run.

Already at the pool, they couldn’t get their hands off each other. Luckily, they weren’t the only ones to do so: the whole place was filled with couples doing the exact same thing.

“What is this place?” Sanji asked her between kisses. Nami stopped him right away, and focused in her answer. She would often get too distracted by him for her brain to actually think, although she loved it.

“It’s a resort, I told you. Mainly for couples in love, couples with children and even couples who are struggling with getting a divorce or not. It comes in the pamphlet, see?” she handed him a piece of paper, and he read it carefully.

“Sounds appropriate.” He just said, before starting to kiss her again.

“Wait” she said, making him stop right away. “I’ll get us a bottle of cold champagne. I’m sure I could get us a discount.”

With a wink of her eye and a turn over her heels, she left him waiting for her return. She moved with confidence, like she owned the place. She felt good, self-assured. In fact, she felt better than ever. The wedding turned out to be such a blast, she was officially married to the man she loved and she had planned the best honeymoon ever. Now that she thought of it, she really was awesome.

“Excuse me, mister” she called the waiter, with a brilliant smile. The day couldn’t get any better, but a glass of champagne had never done any damage. “Can I get the best champagne you have? You see, we’re on a celebration.”

“Of course you are!” the waiter told her, clearly exited. She frowned and looked directly at him, confused. Was that how the staff was supposed to react normally? She didn’t think so. Looking around, she couldn’t see any other clients getting that treatment.

“Sorry, miss Nami” the waiter said, noticing her awkwardness. However, it only made things worse: how the hell did he know her name? “I… You’re Nami, right? The cat burglar, now married to black leg Sanji?”

Nami blinked twice, and slowly nodded. “How do you know that?”

“Well it was in the news. Everyone saw it. You even appeared on some big screens, and, if you ask me, you looked gorgeous.”

The waiter kept talking about how beautiful the ceremony looked and that he never thought a pirate wedding could ever be so classy, yet so funny. He even called it “the best of the century”, which Nami thought it was a little bit exaggerated. Still, she found his excitement funny, and for once, she was recognized for something more than being in Luffy’s crew. It was a nice feeling, being somehow famous. And, even better, she knew how to take advantage of that.

“Look, Brian” she said, reading the waiter’s name in his label. “I really appreciate your enthusiasm and that you loved the wedding so much, but I’m really thirsty right now, and I feel tired after all that big ceremony. Could you bring that champagne I was talking about before?”

“Well of course!” Brian assured, and rushed to the bar. In less than a minute, he was holding a cold bottle and two glasses already. “And don’t worry about the cost, it’s on the house.”

Nami let out the biggest smile she could make and flipped her hair. “Thank you! You didn’t have to!”

When she was walking out, she heard Brian’s voice again. “Sanji is so lucky to have you!”

“Damn right he is” she said, stepping outside again. However, she didn’t found her lucky husband waiting for her at the pool, but two men fighting. And one of them was Sanji, naturally.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted him, and he turned around to face her. “Stop that stupid fight of yours!”

“This man just insulted us! He said our wedding was ridiculous and that pirates shouldn’t be allowed to get married, how can I let this pass?” he told her, his eyes still cold from the stare he was giving the man in front of him.

The man, apparently drunk, shouted back. “Pirates getting married is just a waste of time. Sooner or later one is going to be executed, as should be. And then the other would marry someone else, because you pirates don’t have a sense of honor… I’m sure you only did it for show. Pirates can’t love.”

Nami let out a deep breath. She was still holding the champagne, so she left it on the ground.

“Honey” she called Sanji, and he turned to face her with a smile. He knew what she was going to say next, and he could recognize what that little but devious smile meant in her face. “Beat this asshole.”

With the man so drunk he struggled to move and Nami’s cheers and claps supporting Sanji, the fight ended almost as soon as it had begun.

“Repeat that words again and it will be my wife who will finish you off” he spitted to the man lying on the floor. Then, Sanji turned to see Nami’s happy smile, and she threw herself into his arms.

“That was great. But no more fighting, please.” She said, with her signature puppy eyes. He couldn’t escape now. Not that he wanted to, anyway. “Just me, and you, and our free bottle of champagne.”

“Your plans are always the best” he said, kissing her. “But I still wonder how that man could find out about our wedding.”

“Well, as the brilliant mind I am, I know the answer to that” she whispered, “but I can tell you all about it when we’ve had our deserved drinks.”

“As you wish, love” he told her, pouring the champagne into the glasses and serving one of them to Nami. “To my perfect wife, who planned the perfect honeymoon. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” she laughed, before starting to tell him her little experience with a waiter called Brian and the biggest wedding of the century.



Author note: Wow. This was such an experience. It has been a challenge since I had to do it in such a short time, but it was a blast! I hope you liked it as much as I did!

Imagine taking Ahkmenrah out for New Years.

The cold air nipped at your face. There wasn’t much of a breeze. But the closer you got to Times Square the more the tall buildings lining the streets created a giant wind tunnel. A freezing frigging cold wind tunnel. You glanced over at Ahkmenrah all bundled up in an old gray wool coat and matching beanie. His scarf wrapped snug around his neck, and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

 

Poor guy. He’s not used to this kind of weather. He looks so different in ‘normal’ clothes. Still hot as hell though. You thought to yourself.

 

“We should be able to see the ball drop from here. We aren’t going to get any closer to Times Square. Trust me.” You explained looking up and down the street. “People have been saving spots there since this afternoon. There’s a bar here that can hook us up though. We can pop in and have a drink or two before midnight. It’ll still be good.”

 

“So what exactly is this holiday about again?” Ahkmenrah asked shivering.

 

“It’s about celebrating a new year. As of midnight tonight the old year will be over and the new one will begin.” You told him.

 

“Why is so much alcohol consumed?” He asked as he watched a few people stumble around drunk.

 

“Um, I don’t know. I guess because it’s a celebration and people like to drink while they celebrate.” You shrugged. “Have you ever been drunk?” You asked him.

 

Ahkmenrah thought for a moment. “I did partake in some wine here and there but it was not proper to become highly intoxicated, especially for a pharaoh.” He answered. A small smile started in the corner of his mouth. He turned, facing you. “Well, there was this one time during the Festival for Sekhmet. I did drink in excess then, under close supervision, of course. I really don’t remember much though.”

 

You started laughing. “I promise you will remember tonight. We’re going to take it slow. I was thinking champagne? I told Emily champagne. Although champagne might not be best because the bubbles can go straight to your head. But you gotta do champagne for your first New Years. I don’t know, you seem like a lightweight. We are definitely staying away from hard liquor.”

 

“Lightweight? Please Y/N I assure you I am no lightweight.” He scoffed.  

 

“Yeah, sure.” You said as you rolled your eyes.

 

“Oh yes, I forgot. You are an expert at all things alcohol according to the many, many stories of drunken debauchery you’ve told us.” He said glancing at you sideways.

 

“Are you calling me a lush?” You accused him.

 

“No, no. Just stating that you have a great deal of experience because of all your ‘adventures’.” He said air quoting ‘adventures’.

 

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Oh whatever.”

 

“Oh I am so sorry Y/N. Did I offend you? I thought that’s what you were going for, you know, Mistress of Spirits.” He said sarcastically.

 

You gave him a playful shove. “I thought you liked my stories. Ok. Fine. Fine. No more stories for Ahkmenrah.” You said sticking your nose in the air, feigning offense.

 

He reached behind you and grabbed your hood and pulled it down over your face.

 

Flailing your arms around you shouted. “Hey!” Then yanked your hood back down and glared at him.

 

He had the nerve to look surprised. He turned all around, like he was looking for your assailant. Then held out his arms. “I don’t know what happened?”

 

You looked him shaking your head. “You think you are so damn funny.”

 

He shrugged, laughing, quite pleased with himself. It was impossible to be mad at him, not that you were. His face had such a unique combination of innocence and darkness you found so fascinating. It was hard to imagine him as a pharaoh, ruling over thousands of people. He was so kind and sweet. He truly cared for the other exhibits in the museum. And he was so curious about everything. The first few days after his release from his tomb he must have touched every single square inch of the museum. And asked a million questions. He did love listening to stories. Everyone’s stories, backgrounds, cultures. It was like he couldn’t get enough.

 

“Come on chuckles. This is the place.” You laughed as you pulled him into a nearby bar.

 

When you walked in, you waved to the bartender. The owner of the bar just so happened to live down the hall from you in the same apartment building. Sometime in passing you mentioned you worked at the museum, her owning a local bar. Once you had this night planned you asked her to hook you up with a bit of VIP treatment if you got her and her family free admission into the museum. The bartender motioned for you to sit at an empty table near the front. You and Ahkmenrah sat down at the table, shedding gloves, hats, scarves and coats. The owner weaved through the people toward your table with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

 

“Thanks so much, Em. I really appreciate this.” You said.

 

“Oh it’s no problem sweetheart. I’m happy to.” She told you as she placed everything on the table. She opened the bottle and poured both your glasses. “The kids had such a great time the other day at the museum. Thank you so much for that.”

 

She looked at Ahkmenrah, he smiled and nodded at her. She turned back to you and winked.  “You two have fun.” She giggled as she made her way back through the crowd.

 

You both drank your champagne as you chatted. Akhmenrah asked you a dozen questions about the bar and Times Square. You tried your best to answer them. More than once you caught yourself studying the features of his face. Smiling faintly as he looked around the bar, taking it all in. The way his eyes sparkled. How he bites his lower lip when excited. You were aching to run your fingers through his hair. With the bottle close to gone you noticed a change in his demeanor. He seemed more relaxed, almost giddy.

 

“So when this ball drops, what happens then? Is that it?” Ahkmenrah asked.

 

“Pretty much.” You shrugged. “Why?”

 

“Oh nothing. It’s just I heard there are traditional things that might happen immediately after the countdown is over.” He hinted. “Things you’ve neglected to mention.”

 

You narrowed your eyes at him trying to decipher his words for a moment. “What did Larry tell you?”

 

He smirked. “I do not know you mean?”

 

“Ahk. Men. Rah. Tell me. What. He said.” You demanded.  

 

“Fine, fine.” He said leaning in eyes wide and sparkling. “He said that when you are out with someone during this celebration, after the ball drops you kiss.”

 

“Are you drunk already?” You asked.

 

“Pfft, no.” He said taking another swig. “Perhaps.” He chuckled over his glass.

 

“Wow. See, like I said. Lightweight.” You laughed. “And yes, some people do kiss at the end of the countdown.”

 

He stared at you over the rim of his glass before taking another drink. You squirmed in your seat from the way he was looking at you.

 

“Maybe you should slow down there alkie.” You teased.

 

“What time is it?” he asked.

 

“Close, we have about 5 minutes.” You answered.

 

“Good, time for one more.” He said pouring more champagne into both your glasses.

 

“If I bring you back plastered Larry is going to kill me.” You groaned as you took a large gulp.

 

“We don’t have to go back to the museum right after.” He said as he downed his glass.

 

You stared at him for a second before finishing your glass as well. “So, then what do you want to do instead?”

 

“Do you not live close by Y/N?” He inquired with a smug smile.

 

You almost choked on your champagne. “Yeah. Yes I do.” You stuttered. “Why?”

 

He looked you up and down, his tongue wetting his lips. He just grinned as he started to put on his hat and gloves. You were just staring at him. Not knowing what to say or think.

 

Did he just ask to go back to my place? Did he seriously hit on me? He’s always been a bit flirty but never like that. Holy balls. You thought as you struggled to put on your coat.

 

Ahkmenrah took your hand as he led you out the door of the bar. The cold air slammed you in the face as soon as you stepped outside. You tried to hide your face in the collar of your coat. Ahkmenrah put his arm around you and pulled you in against his chest.

 

“Better?” He asked.

 

“Much.” You mumbled against him.

 

“You know, there are other ways I can keep you warm Y/N.” He whispered in your ear.

 

You felt your face flush, you knees weaken. “I’m going to have to get you drunk more often.”

 

Just then a small group of people barreled out of the bar, almost pushing you both into the street. Ahkmenrah turned and glared at them. A few apologized, taken aback by the indignant stare they just received. One bellowed “60 seconds!” from the middle of the crowd. You took Ahkmenrah by the arm and moved up the street away from the people he so obviously wanted put to death. You pointed to the giant ball as it started its descent. People all over the streets started counting down. Ahkmenrah’s eyes lit up, a huge smile plastered on his face.

 

30 seconds. 20. He was screaming the countdown. “10…9…8…” You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he was. His eyes fixed on the ball, yelling at the top of his lungs. It felt so good to bring him this much joy into his life. As cheesy as it sounded it was true.

 

“5…4…3…2…1 Happy New Year!” Everyone screamed.

 

As soon as the ball dropped Ahkmenrah picked you up by the waist and twirled you around. Grabbing his shoulders and holding on for dear life you squealed like an idiot. He set you back down, his hands sliding up your back, your neck, until they were cupping your face. He bent down and brushed his lips against yours, sending shivers down your spine. His first kiss was gentle, tender. The second was deeper, needy. He sucked your bottom lip as he pulled away making your body melt.

 

“Happy New Year Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

they just like getting married. the sex after is the best and they can drink champagne right in the bed, discussing their next wedding

after every wedding nick tries to be the Responsible Adult™ and tell harry with his serious voice that ‘thats the last one. okay. no more weddings. were completely 100% official. thats it.’ so harry just pulls another bottle of wine out from god knows where and mentions maybe trying to incorporate pig and stink in the next one and nick just?? sighs and grabs the wine drinking straight from the bottle and youtubes dogs in weddings! disaster videos

Today was the day of my best friends wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all I can think about is you and how we could have never had this. And then my (Insert relations here) asked about you and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again. And I kind of still have your phone number memorized even though I haven’t called you since we split and somehow I remembered it even though I’ve been drowning in champagne and hey, I know you’re probably pissed and I’ll delete your number right after this but please will you just let me pretend I didn’t fuck up everything for just a little bit?

AU made by me via grabbing like, three different ones and smooshing them together. I have since lost the list that I got them from. 

Adoribull Modern AU. 
Warnings: Angst, Dorian refers to himself as an alcoholic and spends much of the fic drinking to excessive and possibly dangerous levels. 


Weddings in Tevinter are a long, drawn out affair that are far too expensive for their own good and involve more relatives than anyone wants to deal with for more than an hour, let alone several. Dorian is surrounded by people he hasn’t talked to in years. Great aunts and uncles, and third cousins twice removed. The entire family tree, stuffed into a room that has a chandelier that seems to be made out of diamonds hanging from the ceiling.

The only blessing that Dorian has for the entire thing is that it is, at least, not his wedding. It’s Felix’s, which of course means that Dorian is the best man and thus unable to just slip out at the earliest opportunity.

He’s dealing with this fact by drowning himself in alcohol. The best champagne Alexius could buy. Dorian can barely taste the flavour as he downs glasses with a rather reckless abandon.

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