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@syluk-sky posted a new chapter of ‘Boy with a Scar’! So like any other sane person I had to go back and re-read the previous 33 chapters over again to familiarize myself!
absolutely love this fanfic and I’ve got fanart!
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This last one was my absolute favorite to draw! Thank you for the new chapter I’ve been checking every week and going back to re-read the story whenever I get into an art block!
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Sneak peek into chapter 33 of ‘Boy With a Scar’
Ayyy, anyone here who’s interested in some sneak peek? 👀
Boy With a Scar (One Piece AU fanfic)
Luffy disappeared a day after Sabo died. Four years later he came back with a slave brand burned into his flesh. Whatever happened to him made Luffy view the world differently. Follow him on his journey to become the Pirate King, the freest person in the world, as snippets of his past slowly reveal itself to his crew. (AU, stronger/more mature/darker Luffy, no romance)
FF.net | Ao3
Chapter 33. Little Garden
The boy wrapped his arms around the duck and pressed him down. It was a clear order to surrender, but all actions were carried out with obvious gentleness and caution to not hurt by accident and a smile that spoke volumes of how much he liked the bird.
The moment Carue yielded by stilling against Luffy’s hold, the boy burst out laughing, unwrapped his arms, but didn’t let the duck go just yet. He plopped on top of him, buried fingers into the feathers and started moving them up and down.
Soon Carue melted under his touch, letting out a content trill of quiet quacks.
“Shishishishi,” Luffy chuckled as he kept scratching along the duck’s neck and back. “You might not be the fluffy one I’m searching to recruit into my crew, but your feathers are really soft!”
Vivi thought she misheard him. Recruit what into his crew? “Fluffy one?” she muttered in disbelief.
Nami barked out a short laugh. “Luffy’s quite adamant on finding one,” she said, mischief written in the lines of her features. “The fluffy one.”
Vivi stared at Nami’s grin that screamed ‘it’s an inside secret’ loud and clear.
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Fic rec ask, if you like: would love your thoughts on 🥰 and 🛳️.
thanks turanga!
a fic that brought me the warm fuzzies:
no place like home by dirgewithoutmusic. it's part of their boy with a scar series and even though my OTP still dies it gave me lots of fuzzies:
a fic that brought me on a new ship: this is hard to answer! i've got two OTPs that are inseparable. Remus/Tonks and Dumbledore/Grindelwald are the two ships that I won't ever imagine with anyone else. it was canon that brought me aboard those ships though.
every other ship is fairly negotiable in terms of what I'll read. i prefer canon ships and canon brought me aboard, but there hasn't been a fic that has made me love a ship like I love remadora or grindeldore. ex: hinny. I like hinny and will defend ginny as the only girl for harry, but I don't go out of my way to read hinny fics and the hinny fics I HAVE read haven't really changed how I feel about the ship.
all this rambling to say that romantic ships outside of my two favorites aren't very interesting to me. so if i may, I'll offer friendSHIPs instead!
a wildly AU fic that made me really appreciate harry & luna's friendship was Antithesis by oceanbreeze7. It's one of the few fics that made me cry. i've reread it a couple times and I enjoy it every time.
fic rec asks
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“Steve, it’s an emergency. I need to kiss you. Actually, I need you to kiss me. But I can’t just do it without asking because what if you don’t want me to, and I practically attack you? So yes or no? I swear it’s for a good cause.” Eddie comes running up to Steve in the bar, panting so hard Steve can see the chest movements.
They have taken Robin to a bar out in Indy to get her laid finally. Or at least a tongue in her mouth. The girl is pent up. And it’s Steve’s job as best friend to make that happen (Robin has told him to stop saying that, ‘it is gross’). Eddie is the only other queer person they know and, luckily, has made quite a few trips to Indy to know which bars were the good ones. He tells Steve that, like Robin, he is desperate to get laid, so this is the perfect opportunity.
Steve does his best to try and ignore the burning jealousy he feels at that. Eddie doesn’t know about his feelings (hell about his sexuality), and Steve is pretty sure Eddie doesn’t see him that way.
“Huh?” Asks confused, his brain struggling to process.
“Okay, I see you’re stuck on how to answer, but Steve—“ Eddie grips Steve’s shoulder, and Steve tries not to swoon. “—my ex, the extra shitty one, is here, and if he sees me alone I’ll either a) go home with him tonight and—“
Steve cuts Eddie off with a searing kiss. The thought of Eddie going home with someone else was enough for Steve’s brain to catch up to speed. Steve presses Eddie against the bar. The loud bass of the music suddenly becomes a light thrum in the background. All that he feels is the delightful pressure of their lips together. Eddie’s hands slide up into Steve’s hair as he gets pressed harder into the bar. Steve’s hands' grip Eddie’s waist and give them a tight squeeze. The idea of bruises being left behind, a mark of what they are doing here, makes Steve deepen the kiss. His tongue used to massage Eddie’s, tasting the menthol and rum on his breath. Eddie moans loud and heavy, vibrating Steve’s entire body.
“Eddie?” A voice interrupts them. Steve feels his anger spark back slightly but wills it down because the interruption is probably needed. They are very close to getting kicked out for public indecency.
“Oh hey, Ryan.” Eddie looks the blonde man up and down. He’s cute, Steve notes, but he lacked personality in his appearance. He isn’t what Steve expects from an ex of Eddie’s. He isn’t naive enough to think Eddie dates exclusively metal heads, but he expects someone to match Eddie’s energy. This guy—Ryan apparently—looks like every other guy you’d find on a Sunday in Supermart. Boring and lacking imagination.
“Who’s this?” Ryan looks at Steve pissed.
“Steve?” Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, bringing Steve close up against him. “This is my boyfriend.”
“This dude’s your boyfriend?” Ryan snorts. “C'mon baby, I know you can do better.”
Steve feels his anger finally pop. “He is not your baby. Yea, he can do better than both of us combine, but I’m lucky enough to get him. Now, you interrupted our time together, and we both know you saw what we’re up to, so don’t act like it wasn’t on purpose.”
Ryan startles backwards, “I—“
“Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear. I meant leave the fuck right now.” Steve grits out, some of his Upside Down protection mode popping out. Ryan scatters quickly.
“Jesus, Steve, that was amazing. I’m sorry I had to make you uncomfortable with that.” Eddie’s eyes find his and cuts Steve off before he can protest and explain no, he really did like that “—and you never even let me explain reason b, by the way! Reason b is b) he would probably humiliate me in the middle of the club.”
Steve nods at Eddie but has one track mind at this point. He grabs Eddie by the face this time before crashing their lips together once again. This time Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth as they both get lost in the kiss.
Steve pulls back ever so slightly and talks directly into Eddie’s mouth, “Sorry. I think he’s still staring. Needed to do more.”
Eddie, with swollen lips and a kissed-out face, looks around the bar to find nothing. “I don’t see him anywhere.”
Steve smirks and pulls Eddie by his belt loops so they are flushed together. Steve leans into Eddie’s ear and nibbles at his lobe. “Hmmm, you’re right. I think he’s actually in the bathroom. Maybe we should kiss in front of him there.” Steve whispers hotly.
Eddie’s brain, which has short-circuited much like Steve only minutes ago, finally catches up. Eddie groans, his face collapsing into Steve’s neck. He licks a stripe up Steve’s neck all the way to his mouth. “Fuck. Yea, baby, I think I saw him too. Think kissing, though, won’t be enough. We might need to up our game.”
Steve nips at Eddie’s lips, “I was hoping you would say that. Guess I just know how much you love your games, Eds.”
They meet each other for one last searing kiss before rushing to the bathrooms to share a very tight, very heated stall.
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