#I did some edits with her permision

[marcoacesabo]

I know what you did last summer AU part 2

@lorena12me  summited this to me and I am in love with it!

Why when it comes to cheating on your partner, there are never happy endings!

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Ace had not realized that things had gone so far until it was too late.

Marco had been his first everything.

The first one who had loved him despite how much he hated himself, coming into his life when hatred threatened to make him give up everything. And he loved him, he loved Marco with all his heart …

He was the first with which he had shared his body and the pleasurable experiences of love.

So how had he come to this?

How had he come to wake up in another bed that was not that of the blond, wrapped in arms that were not Marco’s, and feeling the same warmth that the older man gave him?

Sabo was beautiful.

He was smart as Marco, attractive and had loved him too, in the same way that Marco did, despite his thousands of flaws. He thought it was not bad to want to be close to another person who also accepted it, but that had risen the first night he did not return home, wrapped in Sabo, clamoring his name and sleeping on his sheets.

And Sabo was aware that he belonged to another man.

Why had not he ended it?

Why had he kept up with that?

He knew why.

He longed for Sabo’s touches just as he craved Marco’s.

But he didn’t realize that running into the arms of one, he left the other in the empty, and once the crime was over, he returned home too dazzled with the sensation to realize that Marco was looking at him with suspicious eyes and pain.

 For a full year, he never noticed.

That Marco was wilting in his affection, that every time he looked at him, those blue eyes became more tired and disappointed.

Of course, he felt ashamed. When Marco touched him and kissed him, he could not help thinking that for a few hours or days before, Sabo did the same thing to him, making his body feel the same way, and then he could not hold the older man’s gaze because of the guilt.

 But he had become addicted to the touches of Sabo and at the same time he claimed with the same greed the affection of his first partner. Becoming selfish and wanting it to last forever.

 Time had passed by and he didn’t even realize how much he stopped going home to fly into Sabo’s arms. How much he stopped paying attention to Marco and his problems to revel in the taste of his own perfect world where he had both.

Never noticed that Pops had suffered a heart attack and that his best friend Thatch was torn between life and death in a hospital bed. That he’d stopped paying attention when he was with Sabo, even kissing in public places.

Until the hard reality had slapped him in the face.

Once he opened the door, after one of his visits to Sabo, he found Marco’s suitcases at the door, and the blond wrapped some table ornaments with bubble wrap.

“M-Marco?” He asked in a broken voice, but something in his chest told him perfectly what was happening.

What he had caused.

“Marco … What are you …?” Ace sought the strength to try to speak, while the voices in his head told him the answers to that question.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m leaving”

And Marco’s voice sounded so angry and disappointed … completely devoid of the love he usually had directed toward him.

“I refuse to be your toy any longer”

Toy?

No, Marco wasn’t … he was his everything, he was-

“Toy? No, you’re not a toy to me. Marco, please love you …”

“Stop lying to me!” He screams tears fall from the force.

Ace is scared, he is very scared. The rage emanating from Marco’s watery eyes is something he never expected. Something in his heart breaks and he feels helpless, alone.

“I know what you did last summer, I know what you’ve been doing ever since, I know exactly where you came from, so do not you dare say I love you when you clearly do not!”

Marco knew !?

There are some pictures on the table that take Ace’s breath away once he sees them. It’s him and Sabo, kissing under a cafeteria umbrella.

Marco knew it all and yet-

He pales like paper.

Did you believe that you could live in your perfect world forever?

A voice in the depths of his head tells him, he recognizes it from his adolescence. His self-hate.

 You think you could have them both and be happy forever, eh?

“I didn’t mean it,” he whispers desperately. “I didn’t want it to that far.” He did not mean it.

Pathetic.

The same voice resounds.

Are you going to say that you did not enjoy it? What, didn’t you love it when you gave yourself up like a bitch, then go to Marco afterward?

 "You  didn’t mean it?“ Fuck you, Portgas. ” Marco oozes with contempt, knowing how false his words are.

He doesn’t  know how to react, he is scared, everything he did is now accountable and he’s not prepared. When Marco names everything he did for him, he only shrinks on himself because everything is true. Marco gave him everything, made him live again …

The blond breaks the decorative figure on the floor and runs to his suitcases. Ace jumps, but doesn’t chase after him, he has no excuse. Because he is in love with Sabo, and he is also in love with Marco, and that is his sin.

“I hate you!”

Only those words are necessary so that after the blond gets out of his sight he kneels on the floor and cries loudly.

The person who loved him the most in life now hates him and everything is his fault.

Sabo came after being called, learning what happened. He feels guilty too because Marco was a good man, Sabo was not stealing an unhappy boy from some abusive partner. No, he helped in the theft of someone who considered Ace his most treasured treasure.

It is not many days later Izou arrives at his door, planting a hard slap on his face.

“You disappoint me,”  says the transvestite, eyes burning in cold rage   “ I never believed that you would be that kind of person. But it was our fault. We expect too much from you.”

The words are sharp and meant to hurt. Izo knows very well which points to attack. He just wants to hurt Ace in the same way that Marco is hurting.

“But I must congratulate you. If you came into the world to fuck up people’s lives, you did very well. You deserve a prize for that. Don’t bother looking for us, you mean nothing to us anymore.”

He leaves then. 

In his wake, he leaves behind the boy even more hurt and ashamed.

Luffy is his brother and will not judge, but there are looks that say more than a thousand words. He is ashamed of him, of what’s he done. His brother had never looked at him like that before. 

And little by little, he sees his world crumble, all because of something that he caused.

Try to have them both at the same time.

[pyresol]

Hey guys! Here are the alternate designs of Nyo! Spain and Nyo! Portugal. I did this like a long time, but I have to ask permision from the owners before posting it.

For Isabella, she wears an elegant red dress resembling a flamenco dancer. It is an off-shoulder sleeveless dress with a ruffle skirt. I noticed that her dress or design is similar to Elena of Avalor. So, I mix both designs to make it more beautiful.

For Gloria, she wears a long dress which has a resemblance to a pirate dress during the renaissance. It consists of an off shouldered and a coral pink and red wench dress. To be honest, I wanted her to have a pirate design, but it looks weird on her. I gave her the skirt to maintain the old design, but with some pirate vibes.

I had fun designing their outfits and would love to cosplay them. Take note that I asked permission to the creators before drawing and posting it. Feel free to draw or cosplay these designs as long as you credit me. I hope you guys like it!

Notes: This reference sheet is created by adefiantdandelion, and edited by me for the alternate designs. For your information, Magicatalia belongs to @nyotaliafan-pinkmermaid.

[marcoacesabo]

Modern AU pre MarcoAceSabo

Hello! Emm, I wanted to share some drabble for this poli team, I hope you like it! Can I share with you often? It’s that I’ve never participated in a blog on Tumblr so I do not want to be rude. Please enjoy!

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When Ace had left home, fleeing the careless caretakers, abandonment, and abuse that he got at household, he wasn’t sorry. They only wanted him because of the money the government sent them for his maintenance and would leave him isolated in a corner, bearing the backlash of their shit.

He had had a somewhat violent fight with them when he escaped, which had caused him a very painful sprained wrist and was swelling more by every hour that passed.

But he managed to get away.

Ace knew the world was tough and now he was on the street, hungry, a little dirtier than he’d like, digging in the dumpsters for something to eat.

“Someone there?” a strange voice said, it sounded like a young adult causing the homeless man to freeze. Shit.   Someone had come out to see who was digging through the trash.

Before he could jump the wall of the alley, a flashlight illuminated his face.

“Get that off my face, you fucking idiot!” Ace growled angrily. Immediately the light pointed at his feet.

”What are you doing here, boy?”

Ace looked up and to see a guy, maybe two or three years older, with wavy blond hair looking at him blinking in concern. The most striking feature of the man was the burn scar on his left eye. Similar to the one Ace had on his chest.

“that is none of your business! Leave me alone and get out of here!”

“Hey, calm down! I’m just trying to help you!”

“I do not need your help!”

And he meant that very seriously. He does not need faces full of compassion. He needed food and money, no pity.

“Sabo?” What are you doing in that alley, yoi?” That voice did not belong to the man with the flashlight

“Marco, dear! There is a child here! Looks like he needs help” Sabo yelled back.

“I do not need anything! I’m out of here, idiots!”

“Wait, yoi.”An another blond man with a strange hairstyle (a pineapple?) said.

He stared at Ace from the open door of a house tucked into the side of the alley. Both men looked at him with concern and Ace suddenly felt strangely aware of himself in the eyes of his examiners.

He just wanted to get out of there, and somewhere else.

Fast.

“You are injured. Your hand looks very swollen and purple, yoi.”

“and- that does not matter to you. Leave me alone”  Ace said, glaring.

“Come on, let’s go in the house, at least to see that hand, yeah? I’m Sabo and he’s Marco. What’s your name?”

The scarred blond put a hand gently on his shoulders and led Ace to the house. The man moved along but weary. 

“just some bandages and I’m leaving …”

“Yes, yes,” said the old man with the strange hair, as if he was speaking  a boy throwing a tantrum  “ I am Marco, yoi”

“My name is … Ace”