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    Eridians have recreated more of Earth than Grace could have imagined. Waves, trees, flowers — Grace is grateful for all of it. Simon feels the same, even if he doesn’t say as much. Grace can tell from how curious Simon has become.

    Answering his questions about plant life was a breakthrough for their relationship. So, as long as Simon wants to know something, Grace is willing to teach him about it. It's just that giving a lesson on this particular flower isn't quite like what Grace is used to teaching about. After all, it's not like he'd have ever brought up marijuana in the classroom.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    “Come on, shit-cook,” Zoro taunts, a subtle, desperate edge staining his inflection, sporting a shit-eating grin that only irritates Sanji further. “Take another step forward. I dare you.”

    “You’re being a fucking nuisance, at this point,” Sanji scoffs. “Drop your sword.”

    And there it is again—like a gush of cool air to his heated skin, like melted gold settling on the tip of his tongue.

    He looks at Sanji with his eye widened as warmth spreads throughout his body in a way that can only be described as unforgiving because it’s just too much to bear—the thought of waiting for something that never comes because he can’t bring himself to say what it is that he really wants.

    And what Zoro wants is—

    “I said drop your sword,” Sanji repeats, smiling when Enma slips from Zoro’s loosened grip. “Yeah. Just like that.”

    or: During one of their heated exchanges, Zoro realises he enjoys being bossed around by Sanji.

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    23 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 93

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    He's always been a bit weird about pain, he knows that. Knows that he can take more of it than most other men, that he’s proud of how much of it he can take. He’s not ashamed of that; he uses it, takes advantage of the edge it gives him in a fight.

    But this, the way he gets when he does this… it’s something else entirely. It makes him feel smaller. Fragile. Breakable, cracked open. Makes him want to be good, to be held, to be wanted in return.

    Zoro likes men, he likes pain, and he likes being marked. He gets his fix of all three from sparring with his oblivious straight crewmate Sanji, and that's enough... until it isn't.

    A collaboration for the Lemon Lime Bang 2025/26 between writer Violet Smith and wonderful artist Ciro. Find Ciro on instagram here!

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    12 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 77

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    Every year on my birthday I post a little fic. This year I couldn't shake the idea of Zoro in season 2 of OPLA imagining Mihawk watching and talking down to him.

    A fic in which the ship is small, Zoro is horny and running out of places to jerk off in peace, and Sanji is more observant than you might think.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    He had managed to control his thirst for centuries, exposed himself to human blood over and over again, reached into open chests, operated on more people than he could remember, their faces blurring together. He had bandaged, glued, and stitched wounds, washing the blood from his hands every day. Never touched it, always maintaining control, had seen himself in a position to teach others to control themselves as well.

    So he wondered what had happened, what had led him to stand behind Forks' chief of police, so close, his chest was pressed against his back, whose injured hand gripped so tightly by him—it must hurt, lowering his head, a second away from tearing the man's carotid artery open.

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    Carlisle tells the story of a fateful night when his self-control and ethics were severely tested by an overworked police officer.

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    26 Feb 2026