#Sabo is home

[d-does-art]

ASL in my outfits

[otaku553]

You requested asks and I cannot think of anything serious so perhaps a silly one would be alright? 😅 If Ace and Sabo had to share a bunk bed, who do you think would get the top bunk? Would they fight over it? (Obviously with Luffy in the mix I feel like he'd want it but Luffy notwithstanding what you think?) It's such a sibling thing to fight over the top bunk I wonder how they'd be 😂 lol

OH ABSOLUTELY

They would definitely fight over the top bunk I think that’s just a natural law of siblings you always fight over the top bunk

I think before they resort to fisticuffs Sabo would try to negotiate his way with chores and other menial exchanges but this only works half of the time and only when Ace is up to negotiate otherwise they just fight a day’s worth of spars over it

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Cant sleep so i doodled them. I just think he’s neat

[tinukis]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SABO SANO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABOFJHAIQHDOWJDLQJOFJQABHAAAAAAGHHHDQJDKJWKFHWKFHQOFHWKWQA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mangyraccooon]

Dragon: I don’t feel anything anymore. It’s like I’m already dead and my body just hasn’t caught up to it yet.

Therapist: … So, how do you feel about a nice new pair of grippy socks later this evening?

Honestly I’d love to write a modern Dragon, Sabo relationship where Dragon is a weird mentor Sabo finds after being put in a psych ward

[swimming-karyss]

i. i have nothing more to say

[goodlucktai]

Ooh would you write a sequel to the one where Luffy tells the crew about Sabo and paints their flag, then Robin goes and calls Sabo to come n visit them??? 💕

sequel to this

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Luffy is holding his hand so hard it’s beginning to hurt, but it doesn’t even cross Usopp’s mind to let go. 

The man who boards them looks nothing like Luffy, or even Usopp’s memories of Ace. He’s very pale and fair-haired, with a graceful, willowy sort of frame that Usopp’s storyteller mind leaps to associate with princes and castles. 

The man looks extremely nervous. He holds himself absolutely still with picture-perfect posture, like it was something drilled into him at a young age. Once his eyes find Luffy, they don’t look anywhere else. 

He came alone. The solitary figure he strikes on the opposite side of the deck tugs at Usopp’s heart. 

Robin makes a disapproving sound under her breath when he stays rooted where he’s at and strides across the grass to meet him. 

“Sabo,” she greets him, holding out her hands. He seizes them with equal parts gratitude and desperation but he still doesn’t look at her.

Next to him, clustered as close as they are together, Usopp feels the jolt go through Luffy like a surge of electricity. 

It was the name, Usopp thinks. None of them have said it out loud since that shocking conversation with Robin, which Luffy had absorbed without speaking for four very long minutes before bolting from the room to hide with Sunny on the figurehead for the rest of the afternoon. 

Usopp tries to imagine being told his mother was alive, after growing up and apart from her for half his life. He tries to imagine the shock and disbelief, and how it would fold slowly into reluctant hope, and how much it would hurt to claw open a wound that’s ten years healed and how ready he would be to do exactly that if there was even a chance he might see her again. 

Luffy lost Ace two years ago. It happened right in front of him. It happened in the worst, most traumatizing way it possibly could have. And it happened when his crew had been forced apart and flung to the far corners of the world and he was left to bear that impossible grief all alone. 

Take care of him for me, Ace had said, smiling with his teeth beneath an unrelenting desert sun, all reds and golds and warmth. 

Usopp holds Luffy’s hand tighter, the rubber skin and bones compressing in a familiar way beneath the unrelenting grip of his fingers. 

The morning after The Conversation With Robin, all of them packed around a breakfast table laden with hearty biscuits and gravy, strip steak and eggs, and cinnamon rolls the size of their heads—Sanji’s unspoken spoiling of their captain after the previous afternoon’s bombshell; he even let Luffy try his coffee, which never fucking happens. They were all poised to do and say and be exactly what their captain needed, if he’d only give them a cue. 

Luffy, for his part, breezed into the galley bright and early, like it was any other day, and he hadn't spent all of last night all by himself. He called out cheerful greetings, tussled playfully with Zoro, fought with Franky over the spicy potato hash, filled his plate, and then, in the red flag of all red flags, ate exactly zero bites of food before turning to Robin. 

“Hey, Robin,” he said, “why didn’t Sabo come find me?”

The only sound in the kitchen was the unobtrusive steaming from the medley of pans on the stovetop and the sharp clunk of the glass Nami accidentally set down too hard.

Robin smiled at Luffy, the special way she smiled that was reserved solely for him. She grew an extra hand and nudged his plate towards him.

“I told you, captain,” she said. “He had amnesia. The only thing he remembered from his childhood was his desperation not to return to Goa Kingdom.”

“Retrograde amnesia is a medical condition,” Chopper piped up, desperate to be helpful. He’d been on the edge of his seat all morning, ready to fly to Luffy at the first tiniest indication that he should. “Several different things can cause it, like disease or injury, but it sounds like S—like his memory loss was probably caused by trauma.”

“Yeah,” Luffy said easily, accepting what they told him without question. He scooted food around on his otherwise untouched plate, expression giving nothing away. “But after that. Robin said that seeing Ace in the newspaper made him remember. That was two years ago.”

Dread sank in Usopp’s stomach like a stone. He glanced quickly around the table and found his friends’ faces mirroring what his own probably looked like. 

“He didn’t come find me,” Luffy said. “Does he hate me?”

“No,” Zoro said at once, his tone a guarantee that it would be the last thing Sabo ever did if it was true.

“Why would you think that?” Sanji forced out between gritted teeth. 

“Because I let Ace die,” their captain said frankly. “He was right in front of me and I couldn't save him. Now Sabo doesn’t want to see me.”

Everyone started talking at once, and Chopper upset his apple juice in his scramble to finally fling himself into Luffy’s arms, and Usopp decided that getting his ass beat by Mr. 4 and Miss Christmas hurt a hell of a lot less than this. 

Robin rose gracefully and rounded the table. An extra arm bloomed out of the table to grip the back of Luffy’s chair and wrench it around, facing it towards her.

She kneeled and took his hands, and then her wrists grew hands so that she could hold Chopper’s little hooves too. But her eyes were all for Luffy when she said, “He loves you. He’s making a better world for you.”

Luffy stared back at her and finally his blank expression cracked. His mouth twisted a little, brows furrowing above shiny brown eyes. 

“Then why didn’t he come?” 

“Because despite your separation, you two are more alike than anyone could have guessed,” Robin said warmly. “And he’s afraid you hate him, too.”

And now they’re both here, standing beneath the cloudy sky, and Luffy—wild, relentless, unassuming Luffy—doesn’t seem to know what to do. He’s always the one who makes the first move, who barrels right in with a noisy laugh, but instead he just clutches at Usopp’s hand and presses his opposite shoulder into Zoro’s and drinks in the sight of the man across the deck. 

Studying him, Usopp realizes. Recognizing him.  

Then Luffy blinks, and the wetness in his eyes falls down his cheeks, and the blond man jerks like he’s been punched in the gut. 

“I, um,” he says, digging hastily into one of his inner coat pockets, “I brought you something.” 

He tosses the gift over and Luffy lets go of Usopp’s hand to catch it. It turns out to be an old brass monocular telescope, shining dully in Luffy’s hands. Worn and scuffed in quite a few places, easily decades old. Luffy studies it very quietly. 

“All of my things were lost when my ship was shot down,” the man says. “Nothing could be salvaged. But that was in my pocket. It must have been important if it was the only thing I was carrying with me, so I kept it all these years.”

He tries on a smile. It pulls at the side of his face discolored and puckered by burn scars. It seems like a miracle he’s standing there and smiling at all. 

“You wanted a telescope when we were kids, remember? I finally brought you one. I’m sorry it took me so long.”

“Sabo took forever,” Luffy says. He sounds young. 

It’s the way he sounded in Alabasta, when Ace showed up and interjected himself in the chase between the Straw Hats and Smoker’s men—like it was his body’s natural response to plant itself like a tree between Luffy and whatever danger was behind him. Luffy ran away laughing, bright and untroubled and certain of his safety. 

Peak little sibling energy, Usopp had later thought wryly. It explained so much of who his captain was as a person to know he was the baby of his family of monsters and mad men. 

Luffy sounds that way now, his face all screwed up, blotchy and streaked with tears. 

“He took forever,” he says again, emphatic and bewildered and hurt. “I missed him so much and he was too busy being stupid to come tell me he’s alive. I thought—”

Robin steps out of the way in time to avoid being trampled when their guest moves the way a missile shot from a cannon moves. Luffy lurches forward, too, but he doesn’t have time to make it a single step before he’s being snatched up in bigger arms and hauled into an embrace that looks like it might leave a bruise. One gloved hand on the back of Luffy’s head cradles it against a broad shoulder and the other grips the back of Luffy’s jacket hard enough it starts to tear. 

“Robin told me,” the man gasps, like he’s not getting enough air. “I don’t hate you, how could I hate you? You’re my brother. I’m so—I’m so grateful you survived, Lu. I don’t know what I would have done if you—if—” 

He can’t say it, can’t speak the words into existence, as if the world would be a dark, unlivable place if Luffy weren’t in it. In that instant, Usopp understands this stranger completely. 

Sabo pulls back, but only so he can hold Luffy’s head in his hands. Luffy goes on tiptoe to knock their foreheads together, a gesture Usopp has seen him do with his nakama, and always chalked up to Luffy’s weird feral energy. It’s a gesture that makes Sabo’s next breath sound like a sob. Or maybe a laugh. 

Luffy laughs with him, wet and choked. Neither of them are self-conscious about the state of themselves. They sit right there, a graceless collapse into the warm grass, somewhat on top of each other like clumsy, half-grown wolf cubs. 

Usopp feels a weight lifted. He thinks he must be smiling like an absolute idiot and his own eyes are definitely damp, but he’s unselfconscious, too. A person learns a thing or two about what appearances actually matter, sailing with this crew. And tears come easily when you live honestly, the way Luffy always has. 

He’s rattling at a million words a minute now, speaking in an Eastern language Usopp is unfamiliar with—probably a regional dialect from the island he grew up on.

Sabo follows along effortlessly, interjecting now and then in the same language, but content, for the most part, just to listen to his little brother talk.

He absorbs every second of Luffy’s presence the same needy way plants unfurl to soak up sunlight. 

[iukasylvie]

"Consequences? In This Narrative?" – A Comparison Between Revolutionary Girl Utena and One Piece

It honestly blows my mind that so many characters in the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena commit absolutely vile acts—emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, cruelty for entertainment—and yet face zero lasting consequences for any of it. Where is the fallout? The severed bonds? The shattered reputations?

Let's run through just a few examples:

Anthy Himemiya stabs Utena Tenjou in the back (literally and metaphorically), facilitates Akio Ohtori's grooming games, and walks away into a hopeful sunset.

Touga Kiryuu lies to Nanami about their biological relationship just to mess with her and plays psychological games with everyone he meets.

Kozue Kaoru dates random guys just to upset Miki.

Shiori Takatsuki strings along Juri Arisugawa while manipulating her feelings out of petty resentment.

Kyouichi Saionji, Ruka Tsuchiya, Akio Ohtori... the list goes on.

And yet... nobody loses social standing. Nobody is exiled. Nobody even really gets called out, beyond some poetic ambiguity and symbolic gestures. It's as if the show's dreamlike tone excuses everything.

Compare this to the manga One Piece—a series often accused of being cartoony or lacking "depth"—and you'll find actual characters and systems that get confronted and rejected:

The Celestial Dragons, despite being protected by the World Government, are widely despised across the world.

Even Donquixote Homing, a former Celestial Dragon who tried to live humbly, is still persecuted and brutally punished for the atrocities of other Celestial Dragons.

That disapproval is systemic, social, and violent—not just "symbolic." Characters like Sabo, Fisher Tiger, and even Donquixote Doflamingo's origin story center around how deeply and permanently these systems ruin lives.

You don't have to love One Piece to see that it understands consequences. People don't just walk away unscathed after perpetuating cruelty and abuse. There are costs, and those costs shape characters and the world.

Meanwhile, Utena lets most of its cast walk away from their wreckage without so much as a dent in their reputation. If it weren't so aesthetically ambiguous, I'm convinced more fans would be calling it out.

Sometimes I think people excuse Utena's lack of consequences because the show is "symbolic" or "not meant to be literal." But symbolic storytelling doesn't absolve you from accountability. If anything, it makes the erasure of justice even louder.

[iocity]

ASL ‘Merica AU where Sabo feels guilty about involving his brothers in his conflicts with his biological parents. They are real bona fide assholes, and Sabo does not in any way want to reconnect with them, but they are PERSISTENT. With every yelled word bouncing off the walls of the brothers shared home, Sabo’s guilt grows. He stopped believing when they said they would change years ago, but he can’t seem to shake them off.

Sabo who doesn’t tell his brothers how he feels because they have their own problems, their own struggles that seem so much bigger than old parent problems. He is supposed to be strong. He is sure that in a house of people with “real” issues, his won’t matter.

Sabo who can’t help but get angry when he has to deal with his biological family, but not regular angry. It sticks for the whole day, onto the next, and that same feeling of guilt creeps up the back of his neck. He hates how his brothers seem to walk on eggshells around him when he is in his moods, but he can’t stand to pretend to be in a sunny mood he is not in (his brothers can tell anyway). He snaps because his parents are the knife in his side, and he is in pain.

Sabo who hates crying, because crying means his parents have won the nonexistent but constantly present battle between them. Crying means that they have made him weak again, made him helpless, made him remember what he used to be. Guilt is met with shame, and shame accompanied by sorrow and anger. His own reflection an overwhelming cacophony of everything he hates. His mother’s lips, his father’s eyes; his own genetics betray him. He feels his parents in him, and he braces himself as fear overtakes him; his hands grip the wall as he silences his breaths.

Sabo who holds his breath to exact his control, to break their hold over him. His breath can’t shake if he doesn’t let it out; his eyes can’t cry if his heart is trying to escape his chest. If he is in control he can be cold, calculated; he can give his parents what they deserve. What they gave to him. To him, it’s logic, it’s reason, and it’s strength.

Sabo who can’t help the jolt that runs through him when he feels arms around him, his chest heaving with warm air, the ache within him worsening. He has been pulled out of his control and into the warmth and unpredictability of his brothers’ arms. All at once he is melting, and it shows in the way his chest heaves into a sigh, then a sob, in the way that water flows down his cheeks until he is sure there is a puddle under him, and in the way that he reaches blindly for them through his tears. They are already there.

Sabo whose apologies fall on deaf ears, because they don’t give a damn about his parents (something they now make sure to tell him often), they give a damn about him.

Luffy who can’t help but cry too, because Sabo is not only his older brother, but his heart. Not by blood but by choice which, for him, means so much more. It’s only natural to cry when your heart hurts. He clings to Sabo, hoping to solidify his presence, because he is there. He isn’t a thought or a feeling, he isn’t fleeting. He is permanent. Heart to heart, warm and present. He doesn’t understand; he never cared much about things like his biological family. Despite that, he is shifting to his feet, making Sabo’s favorite snack consuming mind because his words often fail him but his hands rarely do. Food brings people together, right? He hopes Sabo is hungry, so they can eat together.

Ace whose clenched jaw, deep frown, and furrowed brows speak for him. ‘Why didn’t you tell us? Why did you do this alone?’ But he’ll nag later, because first and foremost he is the oldest brother. So for now Ace will hold his little brother while he cries and control the anger bubbling up within him, not only at Sabo’s parents, but at the world. He is unmoving even when Sabo has stilled from his crying, silent when Luffy wriggles out of their grip to grab snacks for them. As still and permanent as rock, letting Sabo lean on him until he finds the strength to walk on his own.

Sabo whose guilt and shame crashes against the corners of his mind, frustration rising because he is full of feelings he doesn’t recognize and therefore can’t control.

Sabo who is spiraling until a warm gas station honeybun is being shoved under his nose by forceful hands, ratty sandals being tucked aside as Luffy sits criss-cross in front of him with a plate of his own, Ace’s plate balancing on Luffy’s straw hat. A hand is on his neck as he rocks back and forth slowly, looking nervous.

“I don’t think it was supposed to be microwaved with the wrapper on y’all.”

“You’re shitting me.”

Sabo who hears Ace cursing about the house being rented and microplastics, and Luffy arguing back despite knowing he is in the wrong.

Sabo who laughs. In disbelief, in amusement, in insanity. He can’t tell anymore, but he feels the waves stilling in his mind, replaced with the sound of his brothers’ quarreling and his own laughter. Because they don’t give a damn about what he perceives to be weakness; he doesn’t need to feel ashamed.

Sabo who knows his life isn’t fixed and who knows he will have to talk to his brothers eventually, but who also loves his brothers and warm gas station honey buns. Sabo who feels at home in this familiar warmth.

“Man, I love you guys.”

Masterlist!

Tags c|:D : @porschethemermaid

[votaeto]

an update on my figures!!

I bought a container haha, thankfully it fits all of my one piece merchs— and I realized now I got big ace and sabo!! both in sitting position!! I love them 😋🫶🏻💫

guess who’s my fave…

these two came today!! and ohmygod I’m going crazy over them… ace in jeans.. shirtless.. the pose.. THIS SABO FIGURE. THE VEINS. HIS POSE?? NO GLOVE??? INSANE.

[shroomyart404]

Sabo is the protector and no.1 supporter of dolls!!!

[buff-muffin]

Ace and Sabo were totally the kind of kid where one of them (probably sabo) found a magnifying glass, a cheap one from the grey terminal, And the two of them would spend their day collecting leaves and sticks and just. Use the magnifying glass to burn them. There is a hole on Ace’s shoe from when they tried to light it on fire and realised hey, that hurts. Cause he was still wearing it. They probably almost started a fire Dadan had to put out and even though they know proper fire safety they kept doing to mesmerised by the slow burn and trail of smoke.

They would stare at it for hours and would try burn different fabrics and materials. Seeing those two silently huddled together almost completely still was deeply concerning for Dadan. Luffy thought they were boring.

[otaku553]

Happy belated birthday to sabo :)

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 5

Sabo x Reader

TW: Home invasion

[y/c] = your city

"Weakness." You punched Sabo into the lava and watched him burn to death.

"[Y/n] I was in the middle of collecting quartz," Sabo whined and respawned back at his base.

"Karma's a bitch," you laughed.

You were playing Minecraft with your online friend Sabo, who you've been playing online games with for the past 10 years. Started ever since you got Minecraft as a kid and played on servers, after playing a few mini-games you friended him, and eventually, you exchanged Discord users (when it became a thing). Yeah, yeah, the internet is a dangerous place, blah blah blah, Sabo was cool though, you trusted him, you've already done video calls with him, and honestly he's been there for you more than anyone else.

There were countless late nights where you two stayed up, gaming while discussing some deep topics. Sometimes they were philosophical nonsense, other times they were about struggles going on in life, you both cried over call during those kinds of nights. Safe to say you and Sabo's friendship was real, you just wished he lived near you so he could visit-

"Oh now I'm not going to share the surprise I was going to tell you," Sabo said when he teleported back to the nether.

"Surprise? What surprise?" You crouched your Minecraft character in front of him.

"Nooooo, I'm not going to say." Sabo walked around you and begun mining quartz once again.

"Come onnnnn, Sabo."

"Surprises are for nice spouses."

Ah, that's right, I forgot to mention your married Sabo in Minecraft, for "XP benefits" of course.

"I'll give you golden apples."

"Mhmmmmm."

"And... a three stacks of cookies."

"Well why didn't you just say so!" Sabo spun around and picked up the items you dropped for him before going on his merry way.

"Okay, now tell me," you said following after him.

"So you remember how I said my brothers and I planning to go on a trip over Christmas?" Sabo asked as he started to build a bridge over lava.

"Yeah, kinda sucks since that means you won't be able to play online," you grumble as you slowly crept behind him as he placed blocks. Playing with Sabo was all you looked forward to these days so him reminding you that you wouldn't be able to play with him during that time, you felt your mood deflate.

"Well guess where we're going."

"Uhhhh Tim Buck Two."

"No, we're going to [y/c]."

"Really!?" Your demeanour spun a 180, your excitement pulled a shiny smile across your face.

"I knew you'd be happy but I didn't think you'd get the same energy when you see your favourite blorbos on screen," Sabo laughed as the two of you were now bridging over a group of piglins on the ground.

"Because you are one of my little blorbo husbandos," you cooed knowing it'd fluster him.

"...I'd like to see you say that to me in person."

"You say that like I won't."

"[Y/n], you can barely ask an employee for help at the grocery store."

"Shush." You hit Sabo off the bridge and watched him fall to his doom, or so you thought. He placed a water block on the ground, in the nether. "Are you using your hacks again!?"

"You better move before I get back up and knock you off," Sabo warned.

"You won't dare."

"Or I would-" Sabo cut himself off when he heard something loud thud over on your end. "What was that?"

"Hm?" You were playing music in the background, talking to Sabo, and listening to Minecraft sounds with your noise-cancelling headphones so you didn't hear it.

"Something heavy fell over on your end."

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"Ace does that trick, not me."

"I wouldn't put it past you to use one of your brother's tricks."

"Okay, I'll stop building up-" Sabo ceased stacking blocks and looked up at your character. "You pause your game and check what fell over."

"Fine." You pause your game and start to take your headphones off.

"Wait!"

"Whaaaat?"

"Turn your camera on."

"Why?"

"It's... I just got a bad feeling."

"Okay..." You shrugged off Sabo's uneasiness and turned on your camera before taking off your headphones and started looking around your room to see what fell.

"Must've fell outside," you muttered heading toward your bedroom door and opening it.

Sabo couldn't see what was outside your door, whatever stood out there made you slam your shut and scramble to push your dresser in front of the door. Goosebumps crawled over his skin as realization hit him that shit is hitting the fan. He fumbled on his end to grab his phone and rapidly tapped buttons.

"Sabo..." You were now back in front of the computer, the dresser completely blocking the door. "Call the cops."

"Way ahead of you," Sabo said as the phone began ringing. "What's going on?"

"There's...there's a guy in...in my house." You could hardly pull your words together since your brain is currently spinning around to find the way for you to survive. "He...he's throwing things around... I think...I think he saw me." You started typing your address to Sabo so he could tell the cops where to go, you sent it before but it'd take too long for him to scroll up to find it. 

Sabo muted himself, probably so he wouldn't be heard talking to the cops. You backed away from the computer again, this time grabbing your bookshelf full of manga and pushing it in front of your door. Once that also blocked the door, you glanced around for more things to push in front of the door but the only heavy stuff left was your bed and desk which could be hiding places that the intruder could look around, and any few seconds he wasn't finding you was a second more of survival.

You picked up your headset and put it back on, Sabo was still muted. You clicked on the Minecraft tab so it'd cover your screen and he- if the invader came into your room- wouldn't know your camera was on with a witness. You took your phone just in case, making sure it was on silent and hid in the closet, making sure no sound came when you closed the door. You climbed into your laundry basket, burying yourself under your dirty clothes, for once grateful you forgot to do laundry.

"Okay, the cops are on their way- [Y/N]?? Where are you [Y/n]???" Sabo felt his heart drop.

"i'm in the closet," you whispered.

"Why didn't you climb out your window?"

"don't you remember that i told you the lock is broken? i live on the 10th, that's suicide," you whisper-shouted.

"Just stay on call, okay, police will be there soon."

"...okay."

Your meek voice squeezed Sabo's heart, his wish he was there to deal with the guy himself, or at this to be there to reassure you everything is going to be okay. Alas, all he could do was sit there on the other end of the screen, helpless as you both listened to something banging on your door.

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[beanghostprincess]

Something something modern high school AU in which Sanji is a soccer player and Usopp is one of the cheerleaders with Nami. Sanji won't stop flirting with Nami, though, Usopp thinks he's extremely annoying and one of those popular guys™ (a lie btw he's a fucking loser). The only times they talk are when Sanji approaches the cheerleading team (ignoring the men) and when Usopp goes to talk to Luffy and Zoro because they're friends (they're also soccer players). But! But then they start seeing each other again. Usopp goes to school earlier always to paint because the sky is pretty and the soccer field is calm, and since they have meetings right before school and after, he just gets there earlier. Sanji starts coming earlier than anybody too to run and train and exercise for some reason Usopp doesn't understand because he has never done this before. He tries to ignore the blond but he must say it's pretty hard to do so when he's right there looking gorgeous and sweaty and with a slim artistic complexion Usopp loves. Long legs. Cool to draw. Anyway- Sanji surprisingly is the one to approach him one day because he has a rigorous diet for training now but since he's used to packing his usual food, he does it mindlessly again. He asks Usopp if he wants to eat it because "If you don't do it I will and I can't but I would rather kill myself than wasting food haha" and he says it jokingly but not really and Usopp thinks "fuck it, free food". So they start talking and talking and it turns out it's the best food he has ever tasted and Sanji has been the one to cook it. And he also is training because apparently he wants to impress his father so, damn, sad. One thing leads to another and this becomes a daily thing! They start getting along too! So much so that now he talks to the cheerleaders and Usopp. And he only brings food to Nami and him now. It's kind of nice.

-> Nami has her own side plot about her being in love with a girl from the band (Vivi). She just never tells Sanji she's a lesbian bc she brings her snacks and breakfast every day they have training together.

-> Luffy and Zoro are on the soccer team too and they're so fucking gay it's insane. Luffy is the captain bc somehow he's great at sports and Zoro is down bad.

Inspired by this post btw:

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Wait no why was Pekoms reuniting with Pedro and Zepo in Big Mom’s territory 5 years ago so ASL-coded??

Like imagining Luffy, after not having seen his brothers for a while, stumbling upon them on some island, launching himself at them and smothering them with his flying hug.

They’re happy to see him but he hugs tighter than most so it’s like. Laugh/sweat drop emoji?

Also Pedro and Zepo are probs on some mission and don’t wanna get Pekoms involved, so thinking about Ace and Sabo briefly having their missions align (Whitebeard sending Ace and Dragon sending Sabo) and deciding to work together. Only to run into their troublesome little brother who they definitely don’t want involved in whatever business bc a) he’s their baby bro and regardless of years and devil fruit, they wanna protect him, and b) he’ll inadvertently make their mission 10x harder by virtue of being Luffy XD

Also I have to imagine that they were just having a convo recalling how Luffy would always beg to join their schemes and would stubbornly follow them around until they let him in, and it’s lucky that he wasn’t here now. Although they miss him.

And then suddenly, “Ace? Sabo?” And they both deep sigh bc ofc he’s there.

EDIT:

WHY IS THIS SO CUTE?!?!

Pekoms full sprinting towards them and Pedro and Zepo quietly opening their arms knowing what’s about to happen (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) knowing Pekoms gonna garchu the hell outta them even if they are rough and tumble pirates with cool gravelly voices and epic hair. Minks be giving small town vibes and Pedro and Zepo are older brother types for all the 30-40yo range of adults.