#non-au

For fics taking place within the BOM, or where Lance joins the Blade of Marmora with Keith post-war. You might also like these posts: Post-War/Post-Canon Klance Galra Keith / Galtean AU / Altean Lance Keiths Second (Galra) Puberty / ‘Going Galra’ Mixed Mating Signals by Sherale, Word Count: 14,924, Rating: Explicit, Summary: Keith was overjoyed when Lance decided to come help the Blades out…

BREAK MY HEART

Anywayssss I was listening to Cats Dogs and Rats by rare americans and it made me think of your arcuturus au like rhrhrgrhrggrhr

Highly recommend, 10/10 song and I love your version of this so much

So I’d never listened to the song before and 100% accurate. I plan to put together a playlist on Spotify for the Arcturus missions, I just haven’t had the time to yet.

Also did not realize I didn’t have anon on, so now people can use that if they prefer it.

I

Am

IN LOVE

                               SPIRIT RUSH / MEWE / SMUT.

The idol industry is infamous for overworking everyone in it, offering little compensation to those who aren’t part of the elite. Work days surpass the normal nine to five, starvation is a must, and personal relationships are to be at a minimum to avoid any damage to one’s image. A stressful life can only lead to pent-up frustration - frustration that can be let loose in SPIRIT RUSH.

SPIRIT RUSH is a place where the idol industry can free themselves of their chains and be who they really are. Looking for a quick hook-up or long lasting FWB, even platonic friends? SPIRIT RUSH is the perfect place to set your wild side free

its tough to stay objective baby!

Author: dreamyrat

Word count: 1,608

Summary: Luffy and Zoro have a conversation after their fight at Whiskey Peak. More or less.

An app for dating morons

Author: Robinchan689

Word count: 1,698

Summary: How could a hard headed samurai in training get out of his confort zone? A dating app, of course.

one half of me is yours (the other half yours)

Author:  Augment

Word count: 2,726

Summary: Zoro's hair has gotten longer. Luffy won't stop trying to touch it.

these numbered days (spent with you)

Author: smudgesofink

Word count: 3,956

Summary: At 8, Roronoa Zoro counts the stars at night. At 17, Zoro counts his scars and stab wounds. At 19, Zoro does not count anything. At 19, Zoro meets Luffy.

Be it the falcons, the clouds or the cross

Author: Vandereer

Word count: 2,227

Summary: With little company on Kuraigana except the man Zoro plans on fighting to the death someday, Zoro talks with Perona about some feelings he's been trying to bury.

look after me (Zombie AU)

Author: nakayuz

Word count: 2,737

Summary: and then, luffy screams. real, raw , hysterical screaming that nearly tears his throat. he can hardly hear it through the ringing in his ears. he wraps his arms around the corpse, tears falling once again, and he keeps screaming.

Captain’s Favorite

Author: Cry3TearsLikeJ3T

Word count: 1,936

Summary: A simple question on who Luffy's favourite is starts up a debate among the crew and it's a lot harder to find an answer than they thought.

cotton and mint. 

Author: Dechimo

Word count: 10,000

Summary: The swordsman laughed, his lips stretched in a grin when he finally answered. “No one’s taking me away.”

Luffy pouted, his arms wrapped around Zoro’s waist, stubbornness showing all over his face. “Promise?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

—————

tldr; Luffy makes Zoro his omega.

smushy

Author: litriu 

Word count: 1,591

Summary: Prompt from anonymous on tumblr - "Writing request? How about some fluffy Zolu where Luffy finds Zoro gets all flustered when told 

"I love you?"

“Zoro..?”

There’s a sleepy pause before he gets a response. A quiet, groggy “Mn?”

“I love you.”

It was natural reflex, like breathing.

Inhale, exhale.

He loves Zoro, he says it.

It was easy to say, so easy sometimes he didn’t even realize when he did. He’d said it a million times, over and over again. To others, to Usopp and Nami and Sanji, to Ace, to everyone. Zoro’s were just for Zoro, though.

Zoro freezes, an odd, strangled sound escaping him.

Luffy glances up to look at him and Zoro snaps his head away, seeming to find absolutely Jack Diddly Nothing over on their other side very, very interesting.

He inches curiously closer. A difficult task, when Zoro is leaning away just as quickly as he can chase him. Sure, it’s a little dim, maybe it was a trick of the light but Zoro’s face looks… red?

I told yall i would write smth based on that video. Anyways heres 1.2k words of sean macguire and his friends based on this  video posted by @easyboah​

It’s no secret that Sean MacGuire thrives on attention. Karen knows it, Lenny knows it, the whole camp knows it. So when Sean fucks up, it’s rather easy to make him regret it in the most hilarious of ways

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It’s not like it was on purpose, it was hardly even his fault! And by hardly he means mostly. And by mostly he means it was 100% his fault. How was he to know that spitting his first mouthful of moonshine into the fire pit would make it pop? He hadn’t expected some backwoods hillbilly made alcohol to be so damn bitter when he tried to sip it like it was smooth. 

Lenny was too close to the fire with his damn paper books anyways, what did he expect! It is not Sean’s fault that the debris from the fire landed on his book. And set it on fire. Dumping the rest of the moonshine on it to put it out didn’t exactly help.

Either way, this punishment hardly fits the crime. Lenny hadn’t said a word to the man in 2 days! Hadn’t even tried to make him do his reading, and at this point he was willing. The ignoring was bad but really? Pretending he was dead? A childish low for the younger man. A low that Sean did not appreciate.

Sean was pouting by the fire when he heard Arthur and Lenny talking. “Lenny.”

“Hey, Arthur. Don’t suppose you got a lead on that book I was looking for?”

“Nah, I ain’t seen it. It was one of them fancy novels though, we ain’t exactly been robbing anywhere fancy lately.”

Lenny laughed. “That we ain’t. Damn Sean, I was nearly done that one too.”

That made Sean bristle, and chug back his beer. Damn them, talking like they didn’t know he was in listening distance.”

“You know, Sean was just starting to get good at the reading too. Ain’t the same now that he’s gone.”

Arthur laughed out loud at that, but the real offence was that he played along, the English bastard. “Damn shame about that boy huh, gone before his time.”

Finally fed up, Sean shouted from his seat at the fire. “I’m not bloody dead ya bastards, stop talking like it! It was just a fuckin book. And I’ll have you know I weren’t anything close to good at readin’!”

His outburst had Arthur bent at the knees laughing, had Grimshaw swatting him over the head for the noise, and Sean’s ultimate annoyance, Lenny remained stoic. “Sometimes I can still hear his voice. he was a good friend.”

“That’s it, get over here you little arsehole!”

Watching Sean chase Lenny across camp was wonderful entertainment with lunch, and within 2 days Lenny’s book was replaced. Sean denied any involvement in its replacement, but Hosea’s wink was contradictory to that.

-

The thing with Karen wasn’t Sean’s fault either. She never had any bloody issue with him flirting before, but suddenly when it’s with some rich sheriff’s daughter at a saloon it’s an issue. Or maybe the issue was that Sean was the one who brought Karen to the bar in the first place. Or maybe the issue was that Sean got so wasted that he thought Karen was a prostitute when she tried to drag him back to camp. 

Either way, not his fault. Drunken antics are part of the Sean Macguire package! And the fact that Ms. Jones took queues from Lenny on how best to get him back is downright unfair. It started in the morning. Despite the raging hangover, he never missed the opportunity to wake up early and stand with Karen for her morning coffee, even if the two of them were too hungover for conversation. When she didn’t say a word to him that morning, he figured that was the reason and thought nothing of it. But now it’s dinner and she has yet to talk to him. It’s outright ignoring of him at this point, she won’t even look his way when he speaks to her.

It was when they were all eating their stew around the fire that she started the real joke.

Karen seemed to have no issue making light dinner conversation with the others, as she pointedly sat as far away from Sean as possible. Sean was halfway done his stew when she put her real plan into action. Lenny had just made a joke at Sean’s expense, not that the man really minded when his mouth was full of stew and his mug was full of whiskey, but it was Karen’s response that set him alight. “Oh Lenny, you shouldn’t joke. Not now that he’s gone...”

Sean could see that fucking smirk behind her mug and began chewing faster, desperate to goat her into conversation. (Christ almighty, Pearson could turn the most tender cut of beef into pure gristle and chew.) For all his less than polite mannerisms, he wasn’t about to start yelling with his mouth full. Not with Ms. Grimshaw in the seat beside him anyways, she would take his bowl away. Not that it would be the first time. Lenny caught on quickly with a snort. “You know what, you’re right Karen. Distasteful now that he’s dead.”

“It was just a damn shame about that. I suppose I’ll have to find someone else to screw around with at camp. Interested?”

Though he had been playing along, that took Lenny out of the game with a flustered expression and some stuttering. Sean, however, did NOT find the joke as funny as the rest of the girls giggling behind the fire did. “Karen Jones that is too bloody far! And YOU-”

As he turned on his best friend who was looking both delighted by the joke and afraid of what was about to happen, the meat Sean still had in his mouth was practically spat out as he was yelling. Before he could say another word, Grimshaw slapped him up the back of the head and confiscated his bowl of stew without a word. The group around the fire was practically rolling with laughter, Sean was still fuming like a wet cat, and Lenny was wiping food off his face. “Christ Sean, say it don’t spray it, man.”

Instead of responding, the redhead shot up to his feet and was walking towards Karen with purpose and a maniacal grin. “I’ll show you I’m not bloody dead, woman.”

“Oh shit, move move MOVE TILLY-” Karen practically pushed her friend off the crate she sat on to bolt. 

The ensuing chase was absolutely hilarious. They ran two full circles around the camp until Karen tripped on her skirt and nearly faceplanted down in the sand, and Sean was on her in a second. For how thin and lanky he is, years of being an outlaw gave him the strength to get his revenge. The Irishman seemed to have minimal issue throwing the girl over his shoulder and marching down the beach as she screamed and pounded on his back. He waded in up to his knees, before flipping her over into the water and landing on top of her.