Apr 5, 2023
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Smooching <3
Just a little PiccoNail silliness. I totally think Nail is a charming top and Piccolo is just a himbo who needs to be taught the way~!
Hello.. can I ask a late Valentine's day question? How would the couples celebrate Valentine's day? Gochi, Vegebul, Tiencha, K18 and PicNail?
Heck yes you can!!
Gochi - Chi-Chi loves Valentine’s, but she knows Goku’s not really into it. She doesn’t expect a big huge thing, but she does expect him to at least acknowledge it. Like get her a card or something. Thankfully, every year he takes her out for dinner and gets Gyumao to take Gohan for the night so they have the house to themselves wink wonk because, well, he might not be into it but it’s important to her.
Vegebul - Again, Bulma is super into Valentine’s, but she 100% expects Vegeta to fucking deliver. Flowers, chocolates, she knows they can afford that shit, and she expects at least those and some really, really good bedroom time.
Tiencha - Yamcha is a goddamn sap and if you think he doesn’t shower his s/o with affection and flowers and baked goods then you are wrong (Tien has no idea how to deal with this)
K18 - Krillin is just??? so happy to have Lazuli in his life. The first Valentine’s they spend together he feels like he has to make a big deal out of it. He gets super wound up about making sure everything is perfect before Lazuli finds out and tells him it’s not that important to her, she knows he loves her and she loves him all year round. They don’t need a specific day to tell each other that. They stay in and cook a nice meal together and that’s pretty much it.
PiccoNail - Mario Kart.
I love your writing and have a request from the recent promt-post. Could you write mean and green numer 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” or 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”. Or combine them, maybe? Chose whatever you see fit. Thank you :)
“I’m cold.”
“Too bad.” Piccolo rolled over onto his side, perfectly content under six blankets.
Nail punched him in the shoulder. “Stop hogging all the blankets, jerk.”
“I’ll hog as many blankets as I want.” He shrieked as Nail yanked the blankets off him and latched onto his back. “Get off me! Your feet are like ice!”
“And whose fault is that?” Nail wrapped the blankets around both of them, desperately trying to leach heat from Piccolo. Unfortunately, Namekians weren’t known for their innate body heat, hence all the blankets. “Jerk.”
Piccolo grumbled, but reluctantly allowed Nail to stay. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“Don’t be grouchy.” Nail brushed an antenna against the back of Piccolo’s head in a soft kiss.
“I’m always grouchy.”
Nail laughed. Piccolo could feel the vibrations of Nail’s chest on his back. “At least you’re honest.”
(Two Boys Kissing) PiccoNail, gimme more MEAN AND GREEN 😳
“Oh, this is cute.”
Piccolo glared up at Nail from his position on the floor. “Shut it.”
Nail knelt next to him, eyes twinkling. “Deny it all you want, this is still the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.” Piccolo growled under his breath and Nail chuckled, leaning forward to put a hand on Piccolo’s cheek. “She looks comfortable.”
Sighing, Piccolo leaned into Nail’s touch and closed his eyes. “It took two hours to get her to sleep.” His hand ran absently through Pan’s hair as the toddler slept curled up in Piccolo’s lap. “She wanted to stay up late because her parents are out for the night.”
“Kids,” Nail chuckled, inching closer. “Want to put her to bed? Gohan and Videl will be home soon, and I’m sure they’d appreciate their daughter being asleep where she’s supposed to be when they get here.”
Piccolo shrugged. “I guess. I’m afraid I’ll wake her up if I move her.” Nail reached for her, gently lifting her from Piccolo’s lap. Piccolo opened his eyes and watched Nail hold his honourary granddaughter like she was made of glass. “Here.” He stood up and held out his hands. “Let me do it.”
Nail shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just always forget how small and helpless human children are, that’s all.” He smiled at Piccolo and brushed their shoulders together as he walked by. “Be right back.”
Piccolo watched Nail leave, then stood in the middle of the room awkwardly. He glanced towards the long-discarded weighted training gear in a corner of the room and debated putting it back on. He’d taken it off so he didn’t accidentally hurt Pan with it when he was playing with her, but now that she was going to bed maybe he should put them back on.
Arms wrapped around his chest from behind and he shook his head. Or maybe he shouldn’t bother. “She’s still asleep?” he asked.
“Mm.” Nail rested his chin on Piccolo’s shoulder. “Out like a light. So, got a thank-you for your co-babysitter?”
Piccolo twisted to shoot Nail an incredulous look. “Asleep or no, Pan’s still in the other room. And Gohan and Videl will be home any minute. You can’t wait until we get back to the Lookout?”
“I never asked for anything big.” Nail grinned and slipped around to Piccolo’s front. “Come on, love. Give us a kiss.”
He knew Piccolo liked being called ‘love’ and he was using it to his advantage, and Piccolo knew it. Sighing, he leaned forward and wrapped their antennae together. Fuck you, he told him.
Mm, Nail said, squeezing tighter, now that can wait until we’re back at the Lookout.
The door opened and Piccolo’s eyes snapped open, stumbling back from Nail. Videl stood wide-eyed in the doorway, a hand over her mouth, Gohan behind her and looking vaguely embarrassed. “H-hey,” Gohan said. He licked his lips and looked away. “Where’s Pan?”
“Sleeping,” Nail assured him. “How was your date night?”
“Fine,” Videl said distantly, still staring at the two of them. She shook it off and smiled at them. “Thanks for looking after her.”
Piccolo shrugged, looking at the ground. He was embarrassed. He hated having people see him showing Nail physical affection, even if it was something as simple as kissing. It wasn’t like Gohan and Videl cared that they were in a relationship--both of them had bigger problems than two masculine aliens kissing. It was more that he wasn’t used to displaying affection yet, so having anyone else see it was weird and uncomfortable.
“Anytime,” Nail assured them, grabbing Piccolo’s hand and squeezing it. “Well, we’ll get going, then. Have a good night.” He tugged Piccolo out the door and into the sky.
“Slow down,” Piccolo said, tugging his hand away and flying up beside Nail. “The night’s not going anywhere.”
Nail zipped in front of him and stopped, Piccolo stopping just before he’d crash into him. Nail’s arms went around Piccolo’s neck and his antennae wrapped around Piccolo’s again. Come on, love, he said, give us a kiss.
please give me [MEAN AND GREEN] “Dude, this is romantic as fuck.”
“What is this?”
Nail quirked a brow at his partner. “What is what?”
Piccolo shrugged and gestured between them. “You know. This. This thing we have.” Nail blinked. He honestly hadn’t thought Piccolo had noticed the growing chemistry between them. “I don’t–” Piccolo paused, frowned in thought, tried again. “I like you,” he told Nail bluntly. “But I don’t know how.”
“Alright.” Nail rubbed his forehead. He’d signed up for this when he’d agreed to spend his days sparring with a grouchy, emotionally dead ex-demon. “What do you mean, you don’t know how? You don’t know how you could possibly have developed feelings for another person, or–”
“Dammit, Nail, that isn’t what I mean and you know it.” Piccolo folded his arms and glared. “I don’t know if I like you platonically or–s-something else.” He averted his eyes at the last minute, a faint lavender blush starting to dust his cheeks. “I’m just trying to figure out if you feel the same or not.”
“Hm.” Nail stepped towards Piccolo cautiously, not wanting to scare him off. He knew Piccolo’s fight or flight instincts had a hair trigger. Thankfully, he held his ground and didn’t look like he was about to punch Nail. “So you like me, huh?”
“Yes.” Piccolo met his eyes defiantly. “Is that going to be a problem?”
Nail took another step and put a hand on Piccolo’s shoulder. “Absolutely not.” He grinned. “In fact, I’m rather fond of you myself.”
“So–” Piccolo was fully blushing now, but he still met Nail’s eyes, even if he swallowed nervously in the middle of his sentence. “Is this–what is this? Platonic or–”
“Dude.” Nail leaned forward to touch their foreheads together. “This is romantic as fuck.”
Another set of sentence prompts! I want your famous ship tag "mean & green" or was it "for want a Nail'? I think you should make the choice of the sentence cause I'm sure you can write the best out of this ship
“You’re strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.”
“Well, well.” Nail’s hands hung loosely at his sides and he smiled at Piccolo. “We made it through after all.”
Piccolo snorted, folding his arms. “You’re strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.”
“I could say the same of you.”
“It wouldn’t be my first time.”
“Nor mine.”
“Technically–”
“Hey,” Krillin interrupted, “could you lovebirds take it somewhere else? Some of us are trying to call our wives over here.”
To Nail’s surprise, Piccolo flushed dark purple. “We–I–shut up.” Turning on his heel, he stalked off towards Gohan.
Nail watched him go sympathetically. He couldn’t really blame Piccolo for wanting to check on Gohan. The boy (young man, Nail reminded himself, still not used to the little boy he’d met on Namek being an adult now) was the most important person in Piccolo’s life, after all, and after everything they’d just been through with Frieza again…Nail was antsy to go see Dende. Sure, none of the people who died when Frieza blew up the planet would remember what happened, but the general consensus around him seemed to be to check on whoever they’d left behind.
A smack to his arm brought him out of his thoughts. Bulma stood next to him, a grin on her face belying her grief from a few minutes ago. “You should talk to him.” She nodded towards Piccolo.
“I just did,” he pointed out. “Now he’s talking to Gohan.”
Bulma gave him a pointed look. “You almost died.”
He shrugged. “Your point?”
“With the, uh, lifestyle you people tend to live, aren’t you afraid one of you will actually die before you’re able to tell him how you feel?”
Heat pricked Nail’s cheeks. “F-feel about what?”
She threw her hands up. “Ugh! You’re worse than he is. It’s like talking to a brick wall!” She pushed him towards Piccolo, who was now standing by himself and watching Gohan leave. “Talk to him or I’ll lock you two in the gravity chamber until you do.”
Nail decided to not mention that both he and Piccolo could break out of that fairly easily and instead just shook his head. “I will talk to him, but it really isn’t anything so big a deal as you think.” He walked off towards Piccolo, who turned to look at him as he approached. His face was purple again, or perhaps still purple. It was hard to tell. “We should check on Dende,” Nail told him. Piccolo nodded silently and lifted off the ground.
It was a quiet, awkward flight to the Lookout. Nail wanted to talk, but he didn’t know what to say. Piccolo’s face hadn’t gone back to fully green the entire time, and he kept stealing looks in Nail’s direction when he thought he wasn’t looking. As the Lookout came into view, Nail finally decided to speak up. “I’m glad you’re alright,” he said quietly. Piccolo looked at him. “If something were to happen to you, I’d–”
“Don’t,” Piccolo said hoarsely, eyes wide. He stopped flying, floating a good few feet behind Nail. Nail turned to face him, a sick, hollow feeling growing in his chest. “You almost died too. If you’d been standing just a few feet to the left Whis’s bubble wouldn’t have caught you and–”
“But it did,” Nail reminded him gently, floating a little closer. Piccolo looked away. “Piccolo, I’m here now. If you were worried about me, that’s okay, you can talk about it.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Piccolo sputtered. “Just–just a little concerned, that’s all. Don’t go making a big deal out of it or anything.”
“Of course not.” Nail came closer again, and Piccolo’s eyes flicked to his, locking in place there. “But I was worried about you, I’ll freely admit.” Piccolo’s eyes widened and he took a sharp breath. Nail reached for Piccolo’s shoulder, placing a hand there gently, comfortingly. “Do you want to know why?”
Without speaking, Piccolo nodded.
Nail smiled, his other hand coming to rest on Piccolo’s cheek. “I love you.”
Piccolo swallowed, eyes huge, lips parted slightly. “I-I–I’m–you–yes,” he blurted. He licked his lips, and Nail’s eyes followed the movement. “I, also, you. I’m–love you,” he stammered.
Nail leaned forward and wrapped his antennae around Piccolo’s, eyes closing. They were here, they were alive, they were together.
Despite the fact that they’d nearly died and the planet got blown up (sort of), this was probably the best day of Nail’s life.
Prompt: fangirl (Mean and Green) I picked this one cause I cannot imagine how FANGIRLS can fit with any of your lovable NailxPiccolo oneshots.....aah, I can't wait to read it
Bulma had a grin on her face and a glint in her eye and Piccolo liked neither of those things. “What?” he grunted, shifting in his seat.
“Nothing, nothing.” She waved him off, but her smile only grew. Her eyes flicked to Nail, who was discussing cooking with Chi-Chi not too far off. “So how long has this been a thing?”
He coughed into his fist. “What thing? There’s no thing.”
“There’s totally a thing.” Bulma leaned forward conspiratorially. “Go on, dish. I promise not to tell anyone. Well, except Chi-Chi and 18, but–”
“Absolutely not.” Piccolo stood and turned away. “I don’t need you people fawning over my love life.”
“So there is a love life now.” Bulma sounded very pleased with herself. Piccolo cursed under his breath and turned back to glare at her. She leaned back in her chair, arms folded, smirking. “Like I said, how long? We’ve got bets to settle.”
Piccolo looked away. He might as well tell her before she went and started harassing Nail about it. “Just yesterday.“ He glanced at Nail. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Oh, come on, we’re friends, it’s normal for me to be obnoxiously interested in your love life.” Bulma gave a light punch to his ribs. “Let a girl fangirl a little.”
“Why don’t you go ‘fangirl’ over someone else,” Piccolo muttered, turning and starting to walk away. “Like Yamcha and Tien.”
He heard Bulma gasp, but kept walking. “Wait, Yamcha and Tien? What do you know about them that I don’t? Come back here, you pointy-eared hobgoblin!”