NANO DAY 1
Hi hi!! Sorry to whoever does follow this journal for spamming your flist. Feel free to unfollow if this is of no interest to you because I intend to keep this up over the next month. If I can. Because here's the plan:
As most of you know, November is NaNoWriMo - also known as I will write 50k in a month if it kills me!!! Well, while I do appreciate the idea and the effort people put into it, I also realise it's not quite realistic for me considering I am REALLY SLOW and also VERY PRONE TO WRITER'S BLOCK.
But I figured I could use this opportunity to challenge myself in a slightly less terrifying way.
So here's the deal!
- I will write a minimum of 350 words per day for a month for a minimum of 10,000 words.
- Those words will be comprised of random drabbles, snippets of fics and extras from previously posted fics.
I will be opened to ideas and suggestions, but actual writing will depend on the inspiration of the moment as I SUCK at writing what people want me to write. (Sorry!)
And now, without further ado...
Day 1
Honeymoon - Drabble.
"Good morning~" Ohno says happily.
Nino cracks an eye open, groans and squeezes his eyes closed again. "Too bright. Too early."
There's a little chuckle and a rustle of fabric before they are wrapped in a cocoon of softness and warmth. When Nino dares to peek again, Ohno has crawled over him and pulled the blanket over both their heads.
"Morning," Ohno says again, his voice a tender whisper. He leans in and presses a soft kiss onto Nino's lips.
"Mm. Good," Nino agrees, snaking an arm around Ohno's waist and pulling him closer.
Ohno smiles against his lips.
Mornings like these are his favourite.
*
Under the Blue Blue Sky - Omake
“What’s it like?” Nino asks one afternoon, lying back in the grass on the riverside. The leaves in the trees have turned all kinds of interesting colours, like a perpetual sunset, and Satoshi is endlessly fascinated by the surprises Earth still has in store for him.
“What’s it like where you come from?” Nino repeats his question, poking Satoshi in the side, pulling Satoshi’s entire attention back to him.
Satoshi smiles dreamily. There’s a little red leaf stuck in Nino’s hair and it’s the cutest thing. “It’s different,” he replies, and he watches as the corners of Nino’s lips twitch into that amused little curve. It’s one of Satoshi’s favourites, but to be fair all of Nino’s smiles are Satoshi’s favourites.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Nino says. “Tell me,” he insists, poking Satoshi again and making him squirm a little.
“It tickles,” Satoshi says, grabbing at Nino’s hand.
“Tell me,” Nino says, voice soft in that way that makes everything inside Satoshi tickle.
“There’s no Nino over there,” Satoshi says, because that’s probably the most important difference and the reason why, every day, Satoshi is less and less likely to ever want to go back. “There’s no grass, no changing leaves and no baseball. Things are… even. They don’t change a lot.”
“Boring?” Nino asks, and Satoshi shakes his head. Nino’s not being mean, just curious about the things he can’t possibly understand. It is true that Nino probably would get bored out there, but to Satoshi it’s not like that.
“It’s peaceful,” he says. It’s all he’s ever known - at least until he came to Earth.
“Do you miss it?” Nino asks. It’s something he always seems worried about, and Satoshi wouldn’t quite understand the feeling, except…
“I would miss you,” he says.
*
As most of you know, November is NaNoWriMo - also known as I will write 50k in a month if it kills me!!! Well, while I do appreciate the idea and the effort people put into it, I also realise it's not quite realistic for me considering I am REALLY SLOW and also VERY PRONE TO WRITER'S BLOCK.
But I figured I could use this opportunity to challenge myself in a slightly less terrifying way.
So here's the deal!
- I will write a minimum of 350 words per day for a month for a minimum of 10,000 words.
- Those words will be comprised of random drabbles, snippets of fics and extras from previously posted fics.
I will be opened to ideas and suggestions, but actual writing will depend on the inspiration of the moment as I SUCK at writing what people want me to write. (Sorry!)
And now, without further ado...
Day 1
Honeymoon - Drabble.
"Good morning~" Ohno says happily.
Nino cracks an eye open, groans and squeezes his eyes closed again. "Too bright. Too early."
There's a little chuckle and a rustle of fabric before they are wrapped in a cocoon of softness and warmth. When Nino dares to peek again, Ohno has crawled over him and pulled the blanket over both their heads.
"Morning," Ohno says again, his voice a tender whisper. He leans in and presses a soft kiss onto Nino's lips.
"Mm. Good," Nino agrees, snaking an arm around Ohno's waist and pulling him closer.
Ohno smiles against his lips.
Mornings like these are his favourite.
*
Under the Blue Blue Sky - Omake
“What’s it like?” Nino asks one afternoon, lying back in the grass on the riverside. The leaves in the trees have turned all kinds of interesting colours, like a perpetual sunset, and Satoshi is endlessly fascinated by the surprises Earth still has in store for him.
“What’s it like where you come from?” Nino repeats his question, poking Satoshi in the side, pulling Satoshi’s entire attention back to him.
Satoshi smiles dreamily. There’s a little red leaf stuck in Nino’s hair and it’s the cutest thing. “It’s different,” he replies, and he watches as the corners of Nino’s lips twitch into that amused little curve. It’s one of Satoshi’s favourites, but to be fair all of Nino’s smiles are Satoshi’s favourites.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Nino says. “Tell me,” he insists, poking Satoshi again and making him squirm a little.
“It tickles,” Satoshi says, grabbing at Nino’s hand.
“Tell me,” Nino says, voice soft in that way that makes everything inside Satoshi tickle.
“There’s no Nino over there,” Satoshi says, because that’s probably the most important difference and the reason why, every day, Satoshi is less and less likely to ever want to go back. “There’s no grass, no changing leaves and no baseball. Things are… even. They don’t change a lot.”
“Boring?” Nino asks, and Satoshi shakes his head. Nino’s not being mean, just curious about the things he can’t possibly understand. It is true that Nino probably would get bored out there, but to Satoshi it’s not like that.
“It’s peaceful,” he says. It’s all he’s ever known - at least until he came to Earth.
“Do you miss it?” Nino asks. It’s something he always seems worried about, and Satoshi wouldn’t quite understand the feeling, except…
“I would miss you,” he says.
*