#marizo

[zethsdumpster]

"You were a beautiful experience"

"you were... Everything"

[kingsofneon]

I asked about the ship, because I have a request. It’s a rare-pair, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone write about it before and was hoping you would do so. The ship is MarcoxIzo. For a scene, what about Izo is getting bored and annoyed that Marco always is working and have little time for him, so he decides to take things in own hands and seduces Marco. Because we all know that Izo can do that so good that even Marco will get distracted enough to just fuck his lover into the next millennium.

It's a testament to how engrossed he is in his work that Marco doesn't realise Izo's even in his room until he's sliding onto Marco's desk, hand gently falling onto Marco's paperwork. He startles, barely covering his flinch, and squints up at Izo. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus; even his fruit can't fix the effects of concentrated study, and he always forgets to have it running low in the background to deal with eyestrain.

"Mar," Izo says softly, taking his hand and trying to deftly pull the pen from his fingers, "how long have you been cooped up in here?"

He's not getting that pen back if he relinquishes it; Marco tightens his grip, and Izo sighs, squeezing his hand. Then, Izo takes his hand away and shifts his posture, crossing one leg elegantly over the other, a tantalising glimpse of thigh revealed. He’s wearing a gradient kimono today, the colour fading from ocean-deep purple to light violet flowers present on a soft background. He looks pretty, purposefully, and the way he’s acting-

“Izo,” Marco says slowly, warningly, “What are you doing?”

“Well your bed’s covered in paperwork so I can’t sit there,” says Izo reasonably. He folds his hands on his lap. “And, darling, it’s date night.”

Is it? Shit . Marco can feel the sudden jolt of adrenaline that predicates realisation of a mistake, and he knows Izo can see it when he tilts his head slowly.

“Izo,” Marco says weakly, but his eyes on Izo’s mouth, the beautiful slash of purple lipstick. “I really should-”

“Entertain me?” Izo asks, “Be nice to your very beautiful partner who got dressed up for you?”

“I am almost done,” he tries, and both of Izo’s eyebrows raise in disbelief. He sweeps a hand out to indicate the piles of paperwork, the sleeves of his kimono gently fluttering.

“And this, then?”

“That’s for after?” Marco says sheepishly, and Izo clicks his tongue.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Izo heaves a soft sigh, then twitches his kimono aside, showing the pretty arch of his calf and even more of the skin of his thigh. The cut is almost to his hip now, and Marco swallows dryly at the sight. Izo’s hip is entirely bare, showcasing only the shadow of his slim hip bone.

“Marco,” he says lowly, his slim fingers settling on his own bare skin. “My darling, you’ve left me all week. I know you like to be busy, but I’ve been very-” Izo pauses, pointed, poignant, “ lonely. ”

Marco can feel the lump in his throat tighten, desire sinking deep hooks into him, and he clears his throat. Clears it again when no words are forthcoming, and manages to say, "If you give me an hour-"

"I'm giving you ten minutes," Izo retorts sharply, and kicks off his shoes, settling his feet in Marco's lap. The delicate arch of his ankle is a temptation Marco can't ignore, his free hand tracing Izo's tattoo with careful reverence before he forces his attention away, grip tightening to move Izo's foot to the side.

"I have to get this done, Izo. I'm sorry I've been busy but-"

"If the end of that sentence isn't 'but now you have my attention' I'm gonna throw you on my bed and fuck you with the biggest strap I fucking own."

Oh no; Marco can feel the whine that slips out of him, the wide-eyed flush that Izo's words have shocked him into revealing, and Izo grins, leaning in close. "Come on Marco, darling, I've been so patient, waiting for you to remember your promises to me. Don't I get a reward?"

Carefully, Marco stands up. Izo's eyes follow him, head tilting as Marco leans over him.

"Do you?" he asks slowly, and sees Izo's delightful shiver, his excited smile, "Why are you getting a reward for disturbing my work?"

"Because I'm pretty," Izo says smugly, and Marco sets his pen down, hand falling to Izo's hip, fingers squirming under his loose kimono. Fuck his skin is soft, and so faintly cool; he's like marble, effortlessly poised and perfect and strong, but with his grip Marco can feel the give of flesh. Izo arches into his touch, squirming closer to the edge of the desk. "Don't you think I'm pretty, Marco? Don't you think I deserve attention?"

"Stunning," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to the corner of Izo's mouth, corralling him against the desk. Izo parts his thighs, hooking his heel around Marco's knee and tugging him in close.

"So you understand why being ignored hurt my feelings, darling," Izo says, "being ignored when I'm so stunning. " The timbre of his voice promises he's only teasing but it doesn't stop the minor sting of guilt in Marco's heart. He gives a soft whine, nuzzling at Izo's jaw, and Izo gasps.

"I'll make it up to you," he promises, bending his head to lathe kisses against the arch of Izo's neck, and Izo almost purrs his next reply.

"See that you do."

[giyuus-tsuma]

Congrats!💕💕💕 Y'all, follow this amazing writer already!💕 Okay, so Tanahashi Marizo (16) is outgoing, and admires people who are willing to protect others with their lives! She's smol, slim, has long, dark brown hair, honey brown eyes, and has pale skin (poor kid is anemic). She's talkative around the people she's comfortable with and worries about them real quick, and is overall a nice person. (Also she likes sweets and can't use Breaths XD) She secretly likes (loves!) Shinazugawa Genya! 💕

Thanks for those words, Space! >w<

Now the moment I have been waiting for, writing for Genya!

Oh my gosh, do I love Marizo already? She’s very neat! Great match for Genya bb :D

Now onto the small drabble:

OC belongs to the wonderful @space-------kid

PS: I high-key wanted something soft, so after the confrontation with Sanemi, Genya of course is sad and feeling like he values nothing, so fluffy hurt/comfort, I’m a sucker for it!

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Shinazugawa Genya was, to put it simply not okay. After finally locating his Nii-chan, all he wanted was to see him again, to apologize to him for calling murderer when he had to kill their mother, but it all ended in disaster. Tanjirou had to intervened and got in trouble, he couldn’t approach the Wind Hashira and Genya also couldn’t, he felt worthless. Sighing, he looked down, forming tears silently.

At that moment, Marizo was walking nearbing, minding her own business when all of a sudden her eyes caught sight of the sorrowful Genya. She began to really worry now, what was going on with Genya? She didn’t like it when he was sad or upset.

“Genya! Are you okay?” She trotted over to him, and widened her eyes in shock, seeing he had tears rushing down his bruised cheeks, from the fight.

Genya slowly looked up to her, he felt a bit happy, there was someone he consider a great friend, like Tanjirou to tell all his concerns. He sighed softly, but managed a sad smile

“It’s nothing important... I don’t want to dump my own problems onto you..”

Marizo took a seat next to him. “Genya please, you know you can tell anything. I want to help you... what is bothering you?”

Seeing she was being honest and only wishing to help him felt better, Genya sighed and relented. “I finally found my Nii-chan, but he was not the single bit happy to see me, he didn’t believe I was his brother... and it all ended up into a mess... I had someone else defend me, but he and I were forbidden to approach him...” his voice trembled and it cracked a little, his tears continued flowing.

“Genya..” Marizo frowned listening to him, looking sad when he started to cry more, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him.

“I-I know I called him a murderer when I thought he killed our mother purposedly..but turned out our mother turned into a demon and killed out younger brothers and sisters...he did it in order to protect me...and all I have wanted to do is apologize... but that seems impossible now...” Genya sniffled up, there was so much sorrow in his heart

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t think your Nii-chan hates you,” Marizo said with a soothing voice. “Was most likely troubled at that time, and it’s not your fault.”

Genya looked at her, his eyes filled with tears. “You think so?”

“I know so,” She reached and dabbed away his tears, offering him an encouraging smile. “I’m sure he’ll get over it and ask for you to see him again. A big brother never really abandons his little sibling,” She said softly.

Genya smiled back, having Marizo there was all he needed to stop feeling worthless. “Thank you for listening, Marizo, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t come and give some courage...”

Marizo kind of froze in place, seeing the smile that Genya gave her. She had a crush on him, that was certain, but Genya didn’t know, so for her it was fine. She wouldn’t know what to do if he found out she liked him. Then she shook her head, smiling back.

“Anytime, Genya-kun,” She nodded.

“Anytime,”

[latelierderiot]

my piece for @opmlmzine 💜

they deserve all the love