#and is likely influenced by being a no sabo kid

[bookwyrminspiration]

How did you become a language fanatic?

I've always had a lot of shame and insecurity around linguistic identity being a no sabo kid (spanish heritage speaker who didn't grow up with it), so I tried to compensate via throwing myself into it

In doing so, I started going...hey...holy shit...there are so many different quirks and frameworks to every language...it's like constructing a puzzle (i love puzzles) aligning every piece to communicate something are y'all fucking seeing this?!?

Every language is unique and I want in to all the secret clubs (sans closed languages, of course). So I started studying more languages, and with each one was exposed to more of the vast breadth of intricacies and nuances.

Which made me want to learn more languages and also about language as a whole (linguistics). and talk about language and read about language and and and

So essentially, language has always been very important to me, they interest me, and I'm also pretty good at learning them. from there it snowballed because dude they are so fascinating i can't hear a language I don't know without wanting to dissect it and understand every piece let me in let me innnnn

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Nueva Vida - [Part 2]

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♥ pairing: platonic f1 grid x latina!fem!engineer!reader x lando norris

♥ smau + written (reader is lewis' ferrari race engineer)

♥ none of the pictures are mine - face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest

♥ warnings: misogyny, swearing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive language !!!

♥ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid.

♥ taglist; @the-holy-trinity-l, @formulaal, @jxnellat, @aldene-styles, @thecubanator2

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-Vogue Article Snippet-

Though she has been not in the spotlight for long, Y/n L/n has certainly made an impact on Formula 1. Alongside other amazing female influences such as Hannah Schmitz and Bernie Collins, Y/n continues to be a role model for women in the sport.

-Vogue Interview-

"So, Y/n what were your experiences like coming up to F1? I can only imagine the difficulties that come with being a woman in motorsports."

"It definitely was a challenge. Hate really got to my heart when I was younger and fresh out of high school. With the amount of misogyny I've faced and the lack of representation, I've almost given up too many times." you said, thinking back to your early days in F3. "I had to push myself and remember why I was here. First and foremost my passion for the sport. I've been an F1 fan since I was a kid and I wasn't going to toss away my dream due to bigoted men around me. They wanted to see me fail and I wasn't going to let them succeed."

"Beautifully said. I know the fans have a nickname for you... "Susie Wolff's daughter" how do you feel about this?"

"It's definitely something," you laughed softly. "No, I love it. Susie was and continues to be a role model of mine. I'm definitely glad we have a program like F1 Academy being directed by her. I hope I can inspire girls the same way she does."

"I have one more question for you: What are your plans for the future? Was F1 the ultimate goal or is there still something you're chasing?"

"F1 was definitely the dream. It's absolutely unreal that I'm working with Ferrari and the one and only Lewis Hamilton. As far as my future, I don't have any current plans. I want to enjoy my time here before I start considering any sort of possible change."

The interviewer nodded and jotted down a few notes

"Thank you for your time Y/n." she smiled.

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user14 polygot queen

user10 WHERES MYSTERY MAN

user3 ROSCOE!!!

user9 manifesting a Ferrari 1-2

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user1 she had the audacity to exist as a women in sports

user60 she's still here?

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user60 figured they would've fired her by now

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yourusername @/charles_leclerc so when were we getting a Leo roscoe crossover?

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scuderiaferrari Ferrari 1-2 in Spa. Let's keep pushing ❤️

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user1 "lew" "charlie" 🥹

user8 shes the cutest :(

user14 "thank you y/n" we all say in unison

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user7 Lando you're not even a ferrari driver 😭

user9 MANIFESTING WORKED

user15 and how come y/n's not in this post

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user8 they're trying to silence women

user9 confirmed women haters

user5 GET IN THERE LEWIS

user12 I'm crying they're 1-2 in the championship too hdjdjddj

user14 I need them to go pull Adrian Newey out of retirement now

user2 ❤️forza ferrari❤️

fredrikvesti WE MISS YOU AT MERCEDES

yourusername me or Lewis?

georgerussell63 neither

yourusername @/georgerussell63 and I thought we were friends

georgerussell63 you're traitors 🫵

user5 I love that this is a running joke

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-Time Skip: Mexico-

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user18 those tacos look so good

user90 🤢

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yourusername oh we are SO back @/landonorris @/mexicogp

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yourusername @/shecoperez congrats on your home race win ❤️🇲🇽

shecoperez gracias

yourbestfriend CACKLING over that picture of Lando

user7 the sombrero is the cherry on top 😭

user1 I'm obsessed with the mexico gp

user10 her side profile >>>

user17 you're gorgeous

user6 lando's face 💀

user4 the race was amazzingg

user7 plus we got a Charles podium !

user67 maybe if she spent more time working instead of posting about her life they would have won

user9 dude...

user1 nah caus that's CRAZY 😭

user8 @/user67 hombre jodete

user12 SHES SO PRETTY

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user14 who's mouth is y/n pouring alcohol into? 😭

georgerussell63 no one knows

user6 PLEASEE 💀

user1 dj Lando 🫦

user8 SO REAL

user19 lando tho 🤭

user2 nando*

user19 honestly yea

user7 giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet

user5 dj lando save me...

user5 dj lando

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user6 I WANNA BE SAAAVEEED

user6 carmen is so pretty

user8 I love them

user4 *me patiently waiting for a chaotic insta story*

user3 wheres max?

yourusername drunk, looking like a frat boy, with a group of men I've never met

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user9 dj Lando AND frat boy max?!?!?

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yourusername ily pookems see you there

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user9 begging for a closet tour

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user10 YES absolutley

user23 they're just friends

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landonorris puede que no sea el primero en tu corazón, pero al menos he llegado el primero en la carrera

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yourusername THATS SO SAD I was just joking earlier with lewis I swear you're absolutely first in my heart 🥺❤️

user13 AWWW

user17 *sobs*

user2 I can't be the only one who thinks they're in love

user8 LANDO 😭💔

user9 *clutches heart*

user7 shoulda said this in portugese :/

user1 not everyone can speak a thousand languages like y/n

user12 lando puts the bi in bilingual

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user4 LANDO WINS THE BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX !!!

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-Abu Dhabi-

The Italian anthem was chanted by the Ferrari team as Lewis, Max, and Charles stood on the podium.

"Stringiamci a coorte! Siam pronti alla morte. Siam pronti alla morte, L'Italia chiamò..."

Champagne drenched your body causing confetti to stick to your hair and skin. It was certainly a battle between the three who were all tied in the points going into today's race. Lewis crossed the finish line first causing the entire atmosphere to change. The crowds and the Ferrari garage erupted in applause and gleeful cheers.

Everyone was still overjoyed as you looked down at the crowd below the podium you were standing on. You quickly pulled a few pieces of confetti off of yourself and the champagne bottle you were holding, stashing them in your pocket.

You hugged Lewis tightly as you congratulated him on his eighth world championship and he thanked you for all your hard work. It was an incredible piece of history you had the honor to be a part of.

-F1 Winter Break-

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georgerussell63 took you long enough

carlossainz55 so this is why you denied my invitation to spain

user8 lando just casually cheating on carlos right in front of his eyes 😔

user10 the last picture hello ?!?!?

user15 they're so cute

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landonorris @/yourusername you don't think we're couple goals?

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user9 BABE WAKE UP NEW Y/N X LANDO CONTENT

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end notes: I hope this was a good end to the mini series ! tysm for all the support on the first part and ty for reading ♥

[diminuel]

Hello there~

Do you have any headcanons about what the quarrels between the ASL brothers would look like in any of you AUs (but especially Stinky Child)? Probably about food still, but since they are better cared for than in canon, they wouldnt' have to fight for it on such a vital level. But what could be some other points for arguments and how would they be carried our? Since they probably wouldn't be as brutal as in canon under Crocodile's supervision/influence?

I just saw some Luffy childhood compilation clips and love the scene where Luffy and Ace declare sovereign nations and that made me think about it.

Because let's be real, no matter the AU , strifes between siblings are a law of nature :D

P.S. the Ramen scene also made me think about Crocodile trying to cover the debts left around by his trio of dine and dashers haha

I actually haven't thought about this yet!

I think Ace might be a bit hard on Luffy and Sabo at times, when Ace himself is upset about a situation? When Dragon and Crocodile leave Dawn for a longer period of time for example, Luffy gets very upset about being left behind and Ace might be angry with him about it, because he too is afraid that their parents won't be coming back. This is especially the case when Dragon and Crocodile break up for a while. (I don't know if they'd manage to have a healthy communication about it to their kids, especially if Dragon's got it in his head that ASL'd be safer without them.)

Sabo might try to reassure Luffy that they're going to be back soon, they always are, while Ace might just snap and say that they broke up, that they won't be a family anymore, that they don't want them anymore (because Luffy's such an annoying crybaby he might say but secretly he'd probably think it's his fault, because he's got bad blood and was going to ruin this one way or another. I think Ace and Sabo might go live with Dadan while Garp and Makino take care of Luffy in the village, which is how he meets Shanks but the others don't?)

Sabo and Ace might argue about Ace being way too harsh with Luffy and then fight about Ace lashing out whenever he's hurt. And they might start then looking for treasure to become pirates and might also argue about what Dragon and Crocodile said about not going into town (but how else are they supposed to get money, etc etc.)

This isn't going to get better until after they "lost" Sabo after Grey Terminal. (Dragon takes him to Baltigo.)

But I think they might also have sillier squabbles too. About food, for sure, about bath time, about stealing clothes, about who is going to be pirate captain. Ace might as well tease Luffy with things like their parents being affectionate (or having sex. Luffy doesn't want to hear about that)

As to Crocodile's dine and dasher trio... *lol* I think he's actually pretty displeased about them making such a scene in Goa. No assurances that they were using a disguise would get him to relent and Dragon is for once not supporting their chaotic tendencies either. Because the issue is Sabo. They know that he has parents that are still looking for him. They can't draw too much attention. But of course the kids don't really understand it and Sabo downplays it even when Outlook actually spots him. Crocodile can of course send the restaurants money but he also can't make it know that it comes from him, because what business would a Warlord have paying random restaurant bills? So I'm not sure he would bother.

(This might of course be very different in an AU where they're not hiding anything! And if it's an AU where they have more siblings, the dynamics would most likely be different.)

What do you think they'd argue about?

[axcel-lucci]

For the next Full Moon request, female reader asked the ASL trio to babysit her children. How would Law react to that? Would he be jealous or comically annoyed? Whenever female reader is busy, or Law is on important meetings, she'd always ask Luffy, Ace, and Sabo to watch Corazon and Clara. Everytime Law's on a business trip, the ASL trio would always stay by female Reader's side to company her. Yes, Ace is very bad influence, always give Clara and Cora tons of sweets and 🍬. If you want, you could make Law 'punish' her by having rough sex in his wereleopard form, which would not only make her pregnant, but also carry either triplets or quadruplet! Damm, Penguin's not kidding when Law's in his time of the moon cycle.😂😊

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"Don't worry sweetie, uncle Shachi and will take good care of you." (Y/n) said as she comforted Clara.

Meanwhile, Cora refuses to let go of law. Hell, he'd have to take off his clothes if he wants to leave.

Then again, it's the first time the two toddlers would be away from their parents for the night. Considering they're now five.

"Hush now... We'll be back in the morning, we promise..." (Y/n) smiled as Clara pouted.

"How come papa can come and we don't!" She huffed

"You little-!!" Law groaned as he tried to pull Cora off him only for the kid to grip his shirt even tighter

"No." The boy muttered.

"Hmm... What about this..." (Y/n) smiled, "me and papa will bring you and Cora to the aquarium next week, what do you say?"

"Aquarium... And pool!" Clara says happily

"Mhmm, we'll take you there as long as you two be good little babies for uncle Shachi, yeah?"

"Okie! Cora! Quick! Papa and Mama will bring us to the aquarium next week!" Clara said as her brother immediately let's go of Law and hoped down.

It was now clear who Cora listens to other than his parents...

Giving the twins a quick kiss, Law and (y/n) left to go and have their date.

It's been a while since they had a date...

Totally not because of the twins being born.

(Y/n) had to physically restrain Law from anything when it's his time of the moon cycle...

And right now, Law is restraining himself in order to get this date the most romantic it's ever been.

"You are so unlucky" (y/n) laughed, "it's full moon. But you ARE lucky the kids aren't home. So I guess that's a win win"

"Stop teasing me..." Law groaned, "or else I'll turn this car around and just fuck you senseless. Fuck the reservation."

She just chuckled, "I know... But it is quite nice that... You know..."

"I know..." He echoed with a small smile.

They soon arrived at the restaurant with a small chat.

One that would distract him from his urges to just pounce on her at the parking lot.

It was a blur after that, really... Them eating, having a great time, Law handing her a bouquet of flowers, and they're on their way home.

But as soon as the front door was closed and locked, Law let out his tail and ears that begged to be let out the whole evening, he sighed in relief once they were out.

"It was so suffocating..." He groaned and he wrapped his arms around her waist as she removed her make up.

"Why didn't you tell me? We could've left early" she laughed as he nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I want you to have a good time..." He pouted and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Anywhere with you is a great time, Law..." She smiled as she turned around in his hold and placed her hands on his cheeks, "how's your moon cycle taking a toll on you?"

"Oh right"

Before she knew it, she was being thrown on the bed roughly as law crawled over her. "You teased me all night long" he growled as he took off his shirt

"Technically, just 4 hours worth." She laughed softly once more as he huffed and pulled all her clothes off, "law... You're that hungry?"

"What can I say? My beautiful wife is just as beautiful as no one because in my eyes, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen" he smiled softly and kissed her deeply while squeezing her mounds of flesh.

"You've always wanted to this, Huh?" She chuckled, knowing he loved to stare whenever she'd breastfeed the children.

"I wonder if there's some milk left..."

"Are snow leopards like cats? Really?" She smiled as he lowered his head to her right mound

"I don't know what you're talking about" he huffed, the thought of being compared to a cat astounds him.

He licked her nipple just a little and squeezed it, seeing some milk leak out.

"Law... If you're really going to drink that..." She groaned before mewling at the feeling of him biting it, "... Fuck... Be my guest..."

He smiled a little before sucking the ever living shit out of her nipple, milking her until it's gone for now and switching to the other, all while (y/n) made small noises as she blushed slightly.

Law eventually had enough and sat up, licking his lips.

It was evident he was happy by how his tail was standing up.

"Law..." She smiled as he took off the rest of his clothing and leaned against her

"Yes, love?" He asked with a smile.

"You..." She chuckled softly, "you're kind of a cat."

"Oh please-"

"And I love cats..." She smiled

"Mmmhh... You better do." He huffed before placing a hand on her thigh, sliding it inside and up to her wet folds.

He sat up slightly just to pull her legs far apart and see her glistening entrance just waiting to be played with.

"Come on Law..." She whined a bit before gasping at the feeling of his thumb rub against her clit and his tattooed fingers plunge inside her.

His fingers played with her insides, rubbing, curling them, and even squelching them against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"L-law...! Please..." She gasped as he pulled his fingers out and observed them.

She watched as he licked his fingers clean.

He eventually settled between her legs with a chuckle, "my apologies if you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow... Like usual."

"Oh shut up" she huffed

He rolled his eyes playfully as he placed her legs on her shoulders and aligning himself to her entrance.

"Now be a good girl and just keep moaning for me, alright?"

"Mmhhhm..." She whined a little before gasping and arcing her back when Law plunged himself inside in one thrust. "Law...!"

"My bad... I forgot it's also been a long time since we had this..." He chuckled, he clearly intended that to happen

"You little-!!" She groaned but moaned loudly when law pressed her legs down to her shoulders and started to thrust deep inside.

The position let him be as fast and as hard as he can without any trouble, in which he immediately did once he realized that.

(Y/n) soon turned into a moaning mess, pleasure filled tears streaming down her face and her eyes rolling back as Law continues to bully her sorry cunt.

"That's right baby..." He smiled, "moan for me..."

He thrusted even more after that, determined to make her come at least twice before he leaves his seed deep inside her womb. The tip of his dick pressing against her cervix every thrust.

The first time she came, she was still sensitive and Law kept going. Not letting her rest, overstimulating her to the point of her second orgasm.

"L-law...! I-i cant-" she gasped and moaned loudly.

"I know, I'm close..." He groaned, "just a little bit more."

After a few more, Law came deep inside her. Against her cervix.

She can feel his warm seed planting deeper than her womb.

"L-law...! Ah..." She gasped.

"Oi... Don't sleep yet. I'm still not done... Remember... It's been 5 years since we last done this." He smirked darkly, "we're finishing it. Tonight."

"Oh dear..."

Next day...

"Mama... Why do you look so tired?" Cora shyly asked as the two watched Clara annoy the hell out of Law by climbing on his back.

(Clara is a little gremlin)

"What...? Oh... It's just uhm..." She hummed, thinking of an answer to an innocent of a toddler.

"Papa just put a baby inside mama. You'll have a sibling in a few months" Law smirked as (y/n) glared at him

"Huh? But then... How does a baby get INSIDE of mama?" Clara said as she paused for a moment

"Ah- well..." (Y/n) hummed

"Se-"

"Law."

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Ace and Sabo wanted to meet the little ones, only for them to be more behaved than Luffy who's literally chewing his now much more durable leash.

"Mama... Why is he wearing a leash...?" Clara asked

"He's... Uhm... He's uncontrollable sweetie..." (Y/n) answered.

"Mama..." Cora called, "where is he...?"

"NOT AGAIN!" Sabo and Ace yelled.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

The idea that Garp just snatches up Lizard and dumps her on Dadan is hilarious. I feel like the boys would be a horrible influence on her and also Luffy would immediately cling onto her within five seconds and being like "I have a baby sister." Which causes Sabo and Ace to be like "SHE'S OUR BABY SISTER DUMBASS." And Dadan is just like "You have got to be KIDDING me."

Poor Dadan is just standing there, holding a confused toddler that just got abducted by a man who isn't even her grandfather. She doesn't even know whose kid Lizard is. Is she Dragon's, or did Garp make another crazy deal with some random notorious pirate? Garp left before she could ask him, and then the boys ran off with Lizard before she could ask her.

Lizard figures that Crocodile will be here sooner or later, so she's very relaxed and just enjoying finally getting siblings like she always wanted. She also is having lots of fun being able to go outside freely.

Luffy is very clingy from the start, doubly so because he didn't have to fight to get Lizard to like him. She was happily accepting him as her brother instantly. Ace and Sabo are much nicer to her from the start because they feel bad about how mean they were to Luffy at first and see this as a second chance to be better brothers this time around.

The boys are a horrible influence on her. By the time Crocodile gets there, she's running around with a pipe and robbing people.

[beanghostprincess]

i need to know what you think about uta being ace's and sabo's sister too... like imagine a perfect world where uta existed without the mess of film red (i did enjoy it but also uhhhhhhhh there are a lot of weird things abt it bc i dont think shanks would actually take in uta like that considering he did experience piracy as a kid. so why would he put uta through that even if she'd stay put on the ship–) ANYWAY. so lets say shanks found uta after obtaining the devil fruit and takes her to the nearest island (dawn island.) then found makino and luffy and convinces her to stay w them or whatever.

i imagine that ace and uta do bicker w each other a lot. however sabo is very kind and excited to have a sister!! he's protective of her and enjoys her songs. (which brings out a surprising singing side from sabo ehe...)

i also imagine that uta is as rowdy and gluttonous as her brothers tbh. i mean, she's the only girl there so she's more than likely to be influenced by them. ALSO imagine uta being raised by dadan wheewwwww.... i think if she was raised alongside asl bros, she'd end up way different than she did in film red and well- actually become a pirate– (maybe rivaling with her brothers? that or she acts as luffy's biggest rival to be pirate king as her way of supporting his dream) (idk im just thinking as i type)

so everythings the same but uta is there with three insane brothers (shes as insane too... she is their equal). though it's lowkey clear dadan has a favorite (she loves a tough daughter) and god everything w garp would be so insane too like. before sabo was accepted and started living with the bandits, garp was happy to have a granddaughter (till she said she wanted to become a pirate too 😭) BUT he makes sure ace and luffy treats their sister right and is again being a favorite– however, she wouldn't suck up to him like that. like how the brothers would shield each other from garp, she would also shield them from garp !!

"leave my little brothers alone, old geezer!"

and yes, even if uta is a year younger than ace and sabo, she still would call herself a big sister (especially for knowing luffy longer than the other two. shes just used to being the older one)

anyway... lets say asul au is a tjing, now consider ASUL + S as we love talking about asl+s. with uta around, sanji likely thinks that all sisters are good because shes nice to him too. and how she clearly loves her brothers too. but ofc, uta surrounded by brothers while claiming to be the big sister, makes sanji incredibly jealous about their sibling relationship. it reminds him of reiju and his brothers, how they never really got along. while asul got along really well. they fight a lot but it's never with the intention to hurt each other or make the other feel worthless.

and who am i if i dont bring up sabosan at some point LOL. (also mb that this ask is so long i just love uta sm and i love aus sooo bad <<3) uta is definitely one of the first to notice her brothers' fondness of sanji. she is fond as him as well but not the same way as them lol. she tells sanji some secrets about sabo and sanji just cannot tell if shes actually serious or not because of how mischievous her smile is. and uta absolutely teases sabo about sanji, especially when hes not around like– that little song that little kids sing when it comes to someone havinf a crush.

"sabo and sanji sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g !"

and luffy definitely chimes in while sabo is beet red and begging them to shut up fkldjfldj. makino and uta Looooves gossiping about sabo and sanji. makino does ask to tone down her teasing, which she does, but she can't help but push each other's buttons.

idk theres just a lot to think about if uta was raised with asl brothers and uta growing up to be a pirate :^)

THIS IS SO CUTE !!!! Honestly, Film Red never sat right with me but not exactly because of Shanks' decision of keeping Uta. I see that pretty much in character for the guy-- What I don't like is the way they rushed the ending and the way it all ended, in general. It's just obvious they wanted to do Uta's story but in a way that didn't affect the canon and it's just- Stupid. Idk.

But let's say Shanks meets Uta and spend some years together and she does consider him her father (as I see it, because in this sibling group all of them have to have daddy issues. Except Luffy. Because more than daddy issues he just. Doesn't care-) but he leaves her with Luffy because he says it will be good for her. I think she wouldn't agree with his decision and something like in the movie would happen. Where he just... Leaves. And Uta ends up hating him or at least resenting him a bit. And it's obvious he did for her and he had good intentions but she's just a kid, so she genuinely takes it personal. So, yeah, the girl stays as Luffy's older sister, basically. At least this is how I see it.

Then Sabo and Ace appear and- It's chaotic.

Imo, she's still a diva and she still loves music because it's in her blood and also, she spent some time with Shanks so she already has a bit of her personality made. But being with them makes her learn more about protecting herself and being a bit ruthless, although I think she's more of the type to ler her brothers do the dirty work and only follow them in their shenanigans if they go "You only say that because you can't do it!!" (<- Ace, definitely) and she has to prove she can be as strong as them. So she's a diva but she's a bit more impulsive and reacts in a more violent way. Especially with food too.

I think she wouldn't get along much with Ace at first because he's a mess and she's also a mess and they're really similar when it comes to being Luffy's older siblings so they wouldn't agree on most stuff. But daddy issues are a good way of bonding and I'm pretty damn sure that if Ace ever said "Should I have been born?" in front of her, she would go insane trying to make him see that everybody deserves to live.

With Sabo, though, I think they'd get along pretty well. Sabo is still chaotic but a bit calmer than Ace and he has a strong ideology that Uta would definitely share. He wants to make a statement for freedom and Uta agrees and tbh, he's a writer and she's a singer and there's no better friendship than that one.

Her relationship with Luffy is pretty much the same, except that she now acts way more as a sister and not only as a past friend. Of course. She joins them drinking too!!

Ngl, you can hate me for this but I think the events of Red could easily happen... Again... I mean... Not exactly those events but-- Uta's dream would obviously be to reach everyone with her music. To make them feel seen and loved and making them see they should live. Because after spending so much time with her brothers, she wants to sing songs for the rest of the people that feel the same way they do. She always has them in mind when she sings and she always, always, tries to make them have fun and enjoy life. I think Uta's perception of living and freedom would clash a lot with Ace's and she'd try to make him want to live through music. Same with with freedom and Sabo/Luffy.

But then Sabo dies. And Ace dies. But Sabo comes back and-- I am sorry, and I know it partially was the mushroom's fault, but she's kind of unstable mentally (who isn't in this show tbh) and it wouldn't surprise me that her blatant optimistic views would make her want to do exactly what happens in Red again. But I think this time it should be Sabo and Luffy the ones saving her and, you know, idk, maybe Shanks is there too but this isn't about him today. Whatever. She doesn't hurt anyone and it has a good ending, but it's not the point of the post--

So Sanji is there with them! Following what we've already been saying about Sanji staying with the ASL bros but now adding Uta!!

Uta would absolutely. Adore. Sanji. He's the perfect little sibling. He's cute and knows how to cook and he's literally everything that's right in this world. She complains about Luffy crying but when Sanji does so she only says it's cute and that he deserves to cry-- Uta likes cute stuff canonically and Sanji is the cutest thing, so it makes sense. Also, Sanji just assumes every woman in the world is perfect from that very second because between his mom, Reiju and now Uta he has only had good experiences with girls. He does feel kind of left out at first remembering everything that happened with the Vinsmokes, but Uta always tries to include him in every little thing!

She really likes teasing him and Sabo, though. Uta might adore Sanji but that doesn't mean she isn't a little bit mean to him. It's obvious that they like like each other because, you know, they're kids. Look at them. It's obvious. Uta knows, Luffy knows, Ace knows... Sabo and Sanji spend so much time alone and Sabo always tries to be next to him and he looks at Sanji with like, literal heart eyes.

Uta: Do you like Sanji? Sabo: Sanji? No. No. No. Sanji's just a friend... Uta: Why are your eyes shaped like hearts? Sabo: Allergies...

Uta is an artist. A singer. She's 100% a hopeless romantic. I will die on this hill. So while Ace is extremely "ughhhh" *disgusted noises* by Sanji and Sabo's flirting and Luffy couldn't care less (he just likes teasing them because it's fun to see them panicking), Uta tries HARD to get them together. They're listening to her songs? She will sing a romantic one. They're alone? She will gently push one of them closer to the other. They eat spaghetti once and she goes all the way to try to do the thing where they eat the same one so they kiss. Etc etc etc. She won't stop being a little brat about it too, teasing both of them. And it's driving Sabo crazy. Makino asks Uta about the kids because she knows the girl is as invested as her in the relationship. Funniest thing in the world.

Now I can't stop thinking about them spearating when Sabo dies, following what we said etc etc etc And Uta becomes a famous singer. She doesn't kill anybody, okay? Let's leave it on her just- Doing a huge concert. Sanji and Sabo have already reunited but please, imagine these two not dating just yet. They're in love and pining but not dating. Everyone hates it. And then Sabo joins them for the concert, ofc, and when Uta sees them again (and sees Sabo is alive?? Because what the fuck why didn't they tell her???) one of the first thing she says is "Okay, okay... So you two are... You know?" and they don't understand what she's saying but literally all the crew is like "They're still pining. Please. It's awful". Girl makes it everyone's problem so she does this kiss cam thing to get them together finally. Like I said, good ending.

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How feral must sabo be in your mink fish man hybrid au? Because he spent most of his life raised by dragon (feral), another chunk of his life living in the woods with luffy and ace (more feral), is largely trained by fish man (less feral but certainly not human behaving), and then had Iva being an influence (feral but cunty).

Like he’s probably fully human but kids are plastic in their behavior he MUST have a lotta non human behaviors

Sabo was feral from day one, he just needed some similarly unhinged elders to really have him go from embracing it to thriving in it.

I’ve sometimes wondered if the D clans don’t really have any rhyme or reason to how they crop up. Someone’s just born batshit in some way and inherit the Will and take the name. If Sabo isn’t going to be considered a Monkey or Portgas D by post-canon, I bet he’s gonna create his own D name.

Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised of Oden would have taken a D name if he didn’t return to Wano…

But yes, Sabo… Sabo is feral. He’s unhinged. And all the fellow feral and unhinged people that have raised him couldn’t be more proud.

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Fire in the Belly, Spirits on the Tongue (59359 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 13/?

Summary: Sabo promised that he wouldn't leave the Revolutionary army, but what will become of the three of them now that Ace is awake and alive in his heart, and more importantly, his body?

catch up here

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Koala was making arrangements with Captain Hargrave for the three of them to ship out on the return journey, and Ace was laying in the grass half on top of Deuce, playing with the long strands of his pretty blue hair. They had long finished the bottle of wine– and a second one besides. Ace had been, with difficulty, holding back more fits of crying every now and then.

It was a soaring joy mixed with a deep and strange melancholy.

"I missed this," he murmured. "Just laying in the grass with you. Me, you, and a bottle of wine."

Reminds me of when we were kids, too, Sabo teased internally. Minus the wine.

Minus the wine. I would have given anything to share a bottle with you like this, too, Sabo, when I thought you were dead. Now here we are sharing the same mouthfuls.

Deuce lay reclined, one arm looped around him and the other behind his head as he smiled up at the sky. "Me too, Ace. For a bit there—no, longer than a bit. Ever since Whitebeard, I thought I'd never get the chance to again." 

"I wish I could say 'has it really been that long?' but no– if anything, it feels longer." 

The halcyon days of the Spade pirates felt like a lifetime ago.

Ace sighed. Whitebeard… Whitebeard had derailed everything. There was no Deuce and Ace any more. There was sure as hell no more Spade Pirates. There was just 'Pops' and what he wanted.

Deuce tensed against him with a sharp laugh. "The days sure stretched on and on, at least where I was. Tending to the old man day in and day out. They weren't as comfortable as this, that's for sure." 

Ace leaned his head on Deuce's shoulder. "For me, too. I just… I wish I knew what I should have done."

Sabo was quiet. He didn't have any answers, just a deep melancholy that mirrored Ace's.

-

Deuce knew what he should have done. He should have smothered the old bastard when he'd had the chance. In the moments when Marco was out, in the moments of weakness Whitebeard pretended weren't there.

But it always felt cruel, he'd always hesitated. 'He's doing some kind of good for people I guess, the power imbalance would be a nightmare, Ace would be furious'.

And so it kept going, and going, and going. He hissed softly through his teeth as he rested his head against the top of Ace's—and the strangeness of his host's fluffy blond hair. "We were caught up in a hurricane, Ace. Not much we coulda done." 

"I guess," he murmured through Sabo's lips. Deuce could hear all of Ace's sadness, his frustration. "It feels like I should have been able to do something, but that's the whole point I guess. I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I lost."

Deuce huffed low under his breath. "He beat you, yeah. And then he took advantage, Ace. He used all kinds of shit against you to twist you up inside so all you'd be is an extension of him. That's what he did to everyone."

He'd bitten his tongue—held it in for a long time—but talking to Crocodile on that ship up here helped. A lot.

Sabo's pretty, scarred face wrinkled with Ace's usual expression of confusion– and a trace of anger. "No!... I mean… did he? I guess… kind of, yeah."

"He absolutely did!" Deuce half sat up, enough that he didn't jostle Ace too bad as he looked down at him. "All that shit about being your dad? You think that was his way of being friendly? He knew—he knew how that kind of stuff can move people and influence 'em!" 

Ace flopped upward, and pushed his fingers through the locks of that blond hair. 

"He had all his men call him 'Pops', didn't he, Ace?" When he answered, Deuce realized that it was Sabo speaking, now. He shook his head, and met Deuce's gaze. "Sorry, he's… shaken."

Deuce shifted against him; he still wasn't exactly used to it. Who could be? Not after such a short amount of time. Two people in one body, one of them someone he'd only recently met. He prepared himself for if he tried to pull away, to let him, without hesitation.

He smiled awkwardly with a shrug. "Yeah…I figured he might be a bit shaken. And yeah…he did. He had everyone call him Pops. He acted like a domineering father, to build a kinda loyalty among everyone."

Sabo didn't pull away– quite the opposite, he lingered closer when Deuce shifted his body. He had a far away look in his eyes. 

"Ace thinks about it, sometimes. He wonders if Whitebeard was manipulating him deliberately. And then he wraps around and thinks that he's awful for thinking that, and that he only feels like he was manipulated because he's 'weak' and 'pathetic'."

"Bullshit." Deuce let his arm linger around the man, leaning his head on him again when it was clear he wasn't going to get upset with him.

"That's bullshit, and exactly the kind of bullshit that staying with the old bastard only made worse!" He ran his hand through his hair. "I mean…I mean—fuck. There were times when I started to second guess myself. 'He must be a good man', 'maybe I really am only suited to being a second rate doctor', 'if Pops said it had to happen, I have to try to be okay with the loss of the crew and the ship'. But—that's bullshit. He knew what he was doing!" 

Sabo wrapped his arm around Deuce in return, and nodded. "I suspected as much. Obviously I didn't know the man myself, but seeing Ace's memories– I feel like I have more of a detached perspective. I think even if he wasn't consciously manipulating Ace– and he may well have been– I think it's just as bad if he was doing it unconsciously. He knew… he knew how to make Ace do what he wanted."

Deuce grit his teeth. "...he did, that was one of the things I hated about him. He took my captain, my partner, and convinced him to run around in Whitebeard's name. We'd talked about our fathers—about wanting our own legacy. Whitebeard killed all that." 

Sabo's body seemed to shiver under him, and he rested his head on his shoulder. Ace's tone came again from their voice. "I felt like I didn't have any legacy at all, Deuce."

"You left an impact on me, Ace," Deuce sighed softly, nuzzling his cheek against the top of his head. "And on a lot of other people too—but after we burned our flag, I think we burned both our legacies with it— or at least the possibility of 'em, anyway

Ace closed his eyes, nuzzling him back. "I feel so stupid. What kind of a man does that? What kind of man just… gives up and lets himself…" He broke off with a choked noise. 

"The kind of man who's had a hard life. The kinda man whose biggest step towards making something for himself got swept out from under him and then beaten down, literally beaten down, until some holier than thou prick convinces him that the only legacy worth following is HIS and your only worth's in spreading his legacy around like the fucking plague!" 

Ace rested his head against Sabo's neck, and took a shuddering breath. His hands snaked up, and grabbed Deuce's coat collar as he lifted his chin to look up at him.

"You're right. Of course you're fucking right. But I– I don't want it to end like that. It ended, Deuce, I'm dead, but I still want to– Do you think we can fix this? I want to fix it." His words were broken, and rambling, but his gaze, shining through Sabo's face, was intense.

Deuce looked deep into his eyes. If he wasn't already convinced that Ace was there, that look would have done it. He nodded firmly.

 "I mean, we've got a pretty good shot at it right now, don't we? Sabo and Koala ain't Whitebeard. You're still here. I'm somehow still here too. If we're both here, and we've got backup like that— I don't see why we couldn't. Just takes a bit of positivity."

Admittedly—positivity wasn't his own strong suit. At all.

"Oh is that all." Ace chuckled, and finally– suddenly– pressed a kiss to his lips. Deep, and eager and hungry and desperate.

Deuce was taken by surprise, but the taste of wine on Ace's tongue and the desperate longing for those lost moments between them eased it quickly enough. He wrapped his arms around him, drawing him close as he met his hunger with a hunger of his own.

The kiss was at once unfamiliar, and terribly familiar. There was no denying it was a different face, different lips, different tongue. But the passion all belonged to Ace– passion Deuce had thought had been fully given up long ago.

It was a passion he'd let wither in himself. Who needed it when you were bound to the operating table? But it came rushing back with the familiarity of Ace's kiss.

He clung to him like a lifeline. If his passion could come back even from death, maybe they really did still have a chance.

When Ace finally let him breathe, panting himself, and flushed in his brother's face– that was when they noticed that Koala had come back.

Deuce was flushed under his mask, and only flushed deeper when he noticed Koala standing there with her arms crossed and an amused smirk on her face.

"You boys busy? Or can I step in?" 

Ace coughed and rubbed his neck, grinning embarrassedly. "Got a bit carried away, but please!"

She leaned in with a grin. "Don't let me stop you. You've earned it. I just got back from finalizing a few plans with our ride."

Deuce ducked his head. "Well…I suppose we've bummed around on this island long enough huh?" 

Ace, who still hadn't broken physical contact with him nodded. "I gotta say, I'm not keen to hang around my own grave. And besides– it's a boring island."

It was. Boring, or idyllic, depending on how you felt about it. Whitebeard's charming little farm paradise.

Deuce looked out at the windmills and the grassy hills. 

"Yeah. Even before you guys showed up I was thinking it was a pretty dull place to die."

Koala puffed out her cheeks, giving him a look with her hands on her hips. 

"No more talking about death! Geeze, honestly!" She shrugged her shoulders "I can promise you both—depending on what we decide to do once we shove off, we could be headed to MUCH more interesting locales." 

With his free hand, Ace reached out and grabbed Koala, pulling her onto the pile with them. Koala squeaked, but she tumbled into the pile of them, immediately curling up as comfortable as can be against him, Ace and Sabo. 

"Where are we going, anyway?" As if interrupting himself, his voice changed. Sabo, now. "Guess we have to figure that out."

"Well…I suppose we do, huh?" She leaned her head back against their shoulders. "Given that two of you are pirates, and two of us are revolutionary agents…"

Deuce chuckled under his breath. "Well…a crew of technically two bodies ain't a lot for a pirate ship." 

"We started from two last time," Ace murmured. "But…"

"But we kind of had a special ship, didn't we? ...a small ship that ran on a devil fruit you don't got anymore."

Koala tilted her head "...oooh?" 

-

Ace felt the loss of his devil fruit keenly, as keenly as every other part of his body, and maybe more so than some. Sabo could feel it in waves coming from him. With the crossover of their minds, sometimes he felt it too– that instinctive reaching for something that wasn't there.

They hung their head.

"It's true, we don't." He gave Koala a little smile. "It was a little ship that ran on my devil fruit's fire. We sailed it until we had enough men to crew a real boat."

"I helped make it, Ace wouldn't have gotten very far without me." Deuce winked teasingly. "...it was a real masterclass of engineering though."

Koala put her finger to her cheek. "Now that does sound interesting, but sadly not feasible with the way things currently are. But there are more traditional methods of sailing if you really want to commit to that." 

"Sure, we could steal Hargrove's ship. If we're going to go pirate, shouldn't we steal one?" Sabo was joking of course, but Ace still rushed to clarify, shoving him mentally. "No, that would be a rotten thing to do to someone who helped us, Sabo. He's joking."

Ace knew why Sabo was joking, too. It was a surprise to hear Koala talking, almost seriously, it sounded, of them running off into piracy.

Sabo had already promised her he wouldn't.

Deuce raised his eyebrow "Hargrave's not a bad guy. I'd feel like a dick, but—I mean. I guess I could go poking around—"

Even with Koala's earnest talk about possibly running off to become a pirate—they could see the way her brow subtly knit and her eyes didn't quite look up. She was probably feeling guilty—and maybe a bit like a people pleaser.

"Of course, the Revolutionary Army's got plenty of ships…and it's suited Sabo and I for a while, but I know you two are pirates. Like—real pirates. I wouldn't blame you for finding it stifling." 

She's trying to make herself okay with it, but she's not, Sabo murmured silently.

I know. I don't even know if I'm okay with it, honestly. I said I wanted to start again, and I do, but–

But being impulsive is what ran you into Whitebeard?

Yeah.

"It doesn't seem all that stifling from what Sabo's been telling me,. Seems pretty interesting, honestly. And besides…" He glanced over at Deuce, "We might want to take our time putting the whole 'pirates' thing back together. Last time was a bit of a rush job."

-

Koala wished she didn't feel so relieved when Ace said the Revolutionary Army wasn't so bad. She wished she didn't feel a little lighter when he seemed to suggest maybe holding off on the whole pirate thing.

It wasn't as if she disliked them that much. Sure, a lot of pirates could be monstrous, but a lot of them were as kind as anyone else. If not kinder. Pirates took her back to Fisher Tiger and his crew; to some of the few happy memories in her childhood.

But every time she thought of abandoning the cause her heart twisted up in knots. It was almost as bad as the near-painful urge to make sure the others were happy, even if it meant turning her back on the organization that gave her a purpose.

"A rush— hey, don't be so down on yourself!"

Deuce winced, though, glancing off to the side. "We did kinda charge headlong into it, didn't we? Even our charming marine rival chewed us out over it a few times." 

Ace held up his hands defensively. "No, I swear, Ko, this isn't me being down, this is me trying to, you know, actually think for once instead of just rushing into something."

Koala peered at him suspiciously for a long moment; she was still pretty sure he was trying to appease her. He'd probably noticed her hesitation, right? But, at the same time, things would probably go better if they didn't rush into it.

It wouldn't end the same as it had before.

"...are you sure?"

Before Ace could answer, Deuce spoke, leaning back into the grass. "A revolutionary agent though, huh? Think I've got it in me, Ace?"

"Well, you're suspicious by nature, and you love to write things down, so you already sound like a secret agent to me," Ace teased him. He had one arm around Deuce and one arm around Koala now. "We could give it a try for a while, while we let our pirate plan cook."

"Ha ha ha," Deuce snorted as he dropped against his side. "I suppose it could be interesting, and—if nothing else, it'll inspire my novel writing a bit more, won't it?"

Koala bit her lip, curling against Ace's side. "There's kind of no end to the excitement in the RA, Deuce! We get right into the thick of anything we stick our nose into! And, if you guys ever decide the pirate plan's ready to take off the burner, just tell me okay?" 

"Of course, Ko," Ace nodded, and smiled at her. Then Sabo's voice picked up, his face rearranging to a curious look. "Would you ever consider turning pirate, dear?"

Koala's eyes widened. Admittedly, she had considered it a few times. She'd been saved by pirates. A traumatized slave taken in by the Sun Pirates and taught to cry, to genuinely smile, in the short time she was a part of them.

Their tattoo still marked her back, covering the scars the Celestial Dragons had left on her skin.

So of course she sometimes daydreamed about taking to the sea just like the Sun Pirates.

She flushed deeply, rubbing her neck as she shifted against him. "Well…I mean. The Revolutionary Army's kind of been most of my life… but… before that I kind of was a pirate. For a little bit at least."

"Ace keeps forgetting that," Sabo chuckled lightly. "Admittedly, sometimes it slips my mind, too. You don't talk about it all that often, well, it's understandable."

Koala waved her hand. "It's because it's complicated—y'know?"

However, Deuce seemed to lean up from Ace and Sabo's side with a raise of his eyebrow. "You were a pirate? Color me curious, I wouldn't have guessed."

Sabo let him up a little bit, but they made certain they didn't break contact, slipping their arm around his shoulders. "It's a bit of an unfortunate situation. I can tell you about it later if Koala doesn't want to discuss it…"

Koala chewed her lip for a moment, thinking it over. It was an unfortunate situation, full of difficult memories, but…well. It was important to get things off your chest, right? And your own story is always best from yourself.

"I was a slave in Mary Geoise for a while, captured, well, sold by my parents, when I was a kid and serving under a Celestial Dragon."

She heard Deuce suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. 

"...I see whatcha mean about an unfortunate situation," he murmured as he leaned into Ace and Sabo's arm.

Sabo and Ace nuzzled between the both of them as they sat in their little pile. Four people in one three person flop. Koala noticed it was Ace who spoke next.

"I haven't really heard the whole story either," he admitted. "But I'm pretty sure she ended up rescued by the Sun Pirates?"

Koala nodded as she rested her head against Ace for a moment before she leaned forward and unbuttoned her shirt enough to slide it down her shoulders just a bit—enough that the edge of the sun tattoo was visible. 

"FIsher Tiger saved me; helped me and the rest escape while he was freeing himself and his fellow fishmen. Back then, I ah… I'd somehow wound up on their ship after the escape." She shook her head. "A human girl who only ever smiled on a ship of fishmen revolutionary pirates. Most of them took a liking to me, and Fisher Tiger promised to help me get home. I was an honorary member of their crew, even getting this tattoo to prove it and cover up my brand."

Deuce whistled softly. "...the Sun Pirates—yeah, they're no joke. A tough bunch if I ever heard of 'em. We ran into one of 'em before, didn't we Ace? Jinbei." 

"Oh we sure did." Ace grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nice guy, under all that. Haha…"

It was clear Ace had complicated feelings about Jinbei, but Koala—Koala sat up with wide eyes.

"You met Jinbei???" She bit her lip. "He was one of the nicest on the crew to me. Even when Arlong objected—he always took the time to try and help me break outta the shell I was put into."

Koala had known eventually he'd become a Warlord of the Sea, and a bunch of other stuff had happened, including him showing up during the horror at Marineford. But all she really knew anymore was the stuff in the papers and the relevant material that filtered through the RA's intelligence lines.

Deuce grimaced a bit as well. "Well uh, meet is kinda a strong word." 

"We fought." Ace explained quietly, leaning into Deuce a little more. He pushed Sabo's blond hair out of his face. "Stupidest fight I ever got into. Didn't exactly lose. Sure didn't fucking win."

He was quiet for a moment, but before Koala could react, he shook his head. "Well, I'm just brooding about the fight because of the way things turned out. We became good friends. He was there, in Impel Down with me, and at Marineford. He was with me when I… when…"

Ace's voice dropped to a rough whisper. "He would have given his life for me, if he could have."

"Ah…" Koala's fingers clenched against her knees. "I'm sure…sure he would have. I'm sorry, Ace. I…well…" 

Jinbei and Ace had fought—she had to wonder why, over what purpose? 

She remembered Jinbei, tall, broad, with a smile wide and kind, picking her up when she was pushed over, and helping her pull away from chores she didn't have to do.

He'd taught her how to fish, and about the finer details of sailing, and even helped her when she learned how to cry. He, as well as FIsher Tiger and Hatchin, were among the fondest memories she had of her time as a Sun Pirate before—

Before taking her home damned them.

Deuce pressed his hand to his face for a moment, his shoulders lightly shaking as he took a few breaths. 

"Hey, the past is the past, right?" He turned towards them and flashed a smile. "No sense thinkin' about what ifs!" 

Ace smiled his shaky smile and shook his head. "Yeah, exactly. Besides, I didn't mean to roll right over Koala's story, anyway. So, you sailed with Jinbei."

Koala twitched, and she looked up with wide and staring eyes before she nodded. 

"Yeah, I did—and Hatchin, and Fisher Tiger, and Arlong and everyone else. Arlong didn't like me much, c-cause of the way humans treated them, but I was still treated like a part of the crew anyway. They were gonna take me home, but, it was a long voyage and we weren't exactly in a rush. They taught me about being a pirate—about fishing—fishman karate, and even little things, like that I don't have to serve or pretend to be happy.." 

Ace– or maybe it was Sabo– grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently. "It must have been a hell of a voyage, huh?"

She squeezed his hand back with a smile. 

"It was. Honestly, some of the most fun I'd ever had in my life. Even if things were a little hard, even if not everyone accepted me, I was part of the sun pirates—and I'm very, very proud of that fact!"

Her smile faltered. "Even if it's partially my fault we lost Fisher TIger. Or…rather…my parents' fault." 

Sabo– it was definitely Sabo– squeezed her hand again. "It was not your fault. No matter what anyone said, dear. And I think that's probably all the story we need to go into for now, yes? The point is you're just as much of a pirate as Deuce and Ace here."

Deuce nodded his head, leaning around him with shaky grin. 

"Yeah, no need to get into it. I believe you. You're a hell of a pirate, which means when the time comes, I'll try to tempt you guys back into the pirate life for sure!"

Koala squeezed Sabo's hand back, and she pushed the well of feelings back down with a bright smile. "You're damn right I am! But…Deuce, that'll be only after we've tempted you into the life of the Revolutionary Army!" 

"Exactly." Sabo's smile came back again. "We'll show Deuce a taste of what it's like to run with our crowd, eh, dear? And anything else is further off on the horizon."

Deuce looped his arm around them with a shake of his head. "Never saw myself as a revolutionary—wonder if this means I'll someday have to go against my hometown."

Koala waved her hand with a smile. "Oh don't worry, as long as it's not a fascist regime or some kinda oppressive kingship, you're fine!"

She leaned on Sabo's shoulder with her chin, smiling from ear to ear "I think you're gonna have fun~." she reached over to poke Deuce just under his mask. "we'll see if the big bad pirate can keep up with the banner of freedom!" 

-

On the return voyage, Ace and Sabo, and Koala kept Deuce close. There wasn't very far for him to go of course, but he found himself rarely out of arms' reach of one or the other of them. Usually both of them were right on top of him.

He got the feeling that Ace worried that he'd disappear if he let him out of sight. It wasn't as if he was a solitary man (at least when he was in a good mood) so it wasn't unpleasant. When he'd been parted from Ace, he let himself get prickly and distant, but he didn't have to do that anymore, did he?

So sure, he let himself get clingy right back, usually leaning on Ace and Sabo's shoulder, or holding hands—even Koala, who he'd only just met before the voyage, seemed keen on suction cupping to his side. In a good way, it reminded him of some of the better times amongst the crew, and the honorary crew. Before things went so bad.

They'd told more stories on the trip, giving plenty of time for Deuce to hear countless tales about the Revolutionary Army from both Sabo and Koala. In a way, it got him a little excited. 

He'd always assumed they were kind of a stuffy group—lofty but ultimately ineffective. The way Koala told it, he had to imagine he'd been wrong all this time.

He would miss piracy of course, but maybe this would be something interesting to fill the void. Like being an adventurer fighting for justice. That was what he'd set out to do in the first palace, wasn't it?

"I'm going to keep it a secret for a while," Ace said, the last night before they arrived on Dressrosa, where they'd meet up with Revolutionary Army contacts. "Me being here, I mean."

They were all laying together in the bunk, a comforting tangle of limbs and blankets. Him, Ace and Sabo, and Koala.

Koala nodded, her head against Deuce's chest as she spread herself out under the blankets with a little 'mmmh' "I was thinking you might—we'd talked about it a while back."

"Keepin' it a secret huh? Then I'll make sure my lips are sealed. Won't even write about it in our memoirs until you give me the go ahead, Ace." 

Ace chuckled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks, Deu. I just… I don't know. I'll figure out a good time to reveal myself. But until then, just pretend we're just Sabo when we're around other people."

Deuce nodded, rubbing the back of his neck with a flush before he turned to catch his lips "Hey, don't worry. You know how I am about secrets."

He tapped the mask on his face with a wink. Honestly, it all took a lot of getting used to anyway. Ace and Sabo—he could often tell when Ace was the one speaking, but sometimes he'd be thrown for a loop. Two men in one body. It made for a unique kind of conversation, and it made for its own unique difficulties.

Like hearing Ace's voice, his words and inflection, coming out of another person's mouth. At least it was a handsome mouth—Sabo was a handsome man, charming too. Real charming. But it didn't make it any less weird.

At the very least he was trying to get used to it.

"It must be true, " Koala mused."For one secret, you haven't taken that thing off once in the last week or so." 

"He almost never takes it off." Ace reached over to touch Deuce's cheek just under the rim of the mask. "Mostly only when he's washing."

Deuce felt his face flushing deeper, and he let his hand rest atop Koala's head as well as she squirmed to look up at him.

"It's part of my mystique. My secret identity. If I took the mask off you'd all guess who I used to be."

Koala made a little. 'hmmm' sound, touching her fingers to her lips. "Well…I mean…I can take some guesses but they're probably way off." 

Ace idly stroked his cheek. "It never made a difference to me when I found out. I don't think Koala would care, really. She sure wouldn't tell anybody. She's just as good with a secret as you are."

"Maybe even better! I'm pretty well known for being one of the best intelligence agents in the biz!"

Deuce leaned his cheek against Ace's hand with an amused smirk. "Is that so. Heh. You trust her that much, huh Ace? I think my secret's pretty big—even the Revolutionary Army might get in a tizzy about it." 

"I do trust her," Ace nodded. "But don't get me wrong, I'm not pushing you to tell her. I love a man of mystery, you know? Just, if it would make you more comfortable, I know she'd be okay with keeping your secret."

Koala nodded, a small smile on her face. "I'd be happy to keep it. And I'd keep it as secret as can be. But don't feel pressured if you don't want to say…"

Deuce sighed dramatically, and placed a hand on Ace's head. "I'm trying to hype up the mystery here, Ace. If I'm gonna tell her—I'm damn well gonna make sure it's dramatic enough to make good literature." 

Ace chuckled and nuzzled his head against Deuce's fingers, the soft blond curls moving against them. 

"Well, if that's the case maybe we should wait until you can stand on the peak of a church under the full moon or something."

Deuce waved his hand. 

"No, no, no. You can't just go ruining my setups like that. Now I can't do that one! I might as well just…"

He hooked his fingers under his mask, and pulled it away. HIs pale blue and wavy hair framed his sharp and expressive eyes as he took a deep breath.

Koala was staring at him, taking in every detail he was sure—especially the distinguishing feature he wore the mask to hide. 

A large, pale birthmark that stretched under one eye in a curling shape through the deep olive color of his skin. A birthmark perfectly covered by the delicate curlique accent of his mask when he wore it.

Koala's brow knit for a moment. "Birthmark…that hair…" she squinted a little more "you're Alabastan, right? You've got Alabastan features when I look at you without the mask."

Deuce smirked, running his hand through his hair with a shrug of his shoulders."Got that in one, yeah…I'm from Alabasta—though I didn't live in Alubarna." 

-

Do you think she's going to flip when she finds out?

Sabo was so distracted by the rare look at Deuce's handsome face– sharper and more present here in the now– than in Ace's shared memories that he stumbled to even respond to the thought from him.

Huh? Oh, because he's– well, maybe she'll be shocked, but I don't think it'll be that much. Koala's known a lot of strange people.

He could feel the grin on their shared face as they watched the interplay between the two unfold.

"That hair, too. I'd noticed it's a rare shade," Koala was musing as she reached out to tug a lock of it between her fingers. "That shade of blue cropped up recently among the royal family of Alabasta—namely , in the children of King Cobra. "

"It's a pretty rare shade. Most people in Alabasta have darker hair, black, blue-black, the like…" Deuce was saying with an ear to ear grin. He was clearly having fun playing 'guesswork'.

"Which means…" Koala leaned in to squint at the birthmark again, nearly nose to nose with him. "Are you the lost prince of Alabasta?? The azure haired son with the birthmark on his face who vanished from the palace without a trace??" 

Ace couldn't help but let a giggle escape from their mouth. The guess was close, very close. But…

It's what Deuce is always worried people are going to think. Even though he's not quite old enough for it.

The lost prince of Alabasta, with blue hair and a birthmark on his face, who had vanished from the palace decades ago. People didn't speak of him much, but there were whispers that he hadn't died, but lived somewhere in secret. Even rumors that he'd turned pirate.Deuce held his hands up. 

"That'd make for a wonderful story, wouldn't it?" he said with a lopsided grin. "but not quite—I'm a little young for that, Miss Koala."

"True, though you could have looked young for your age," Koala flushed a deep pink, pressing herself against the both of them with a pout. "But I can't be wrong, you're connected to them somehow. I mean—"

"We all got the hair from my side of the family," Deuce laughed out loud. "both my cousins look more like my aunt than their old man." 

He's from a branch family, right?

Exactly. I'm pretty sure they've been marrying back and forth every couple of generations. He's the son of the second most royal family in Alabasta.

"So…the branch family?" Koala echoed with eyebrows raising. She didn't look exactly surprised, but she certainly looked interested as she traced the birthmark on Deuce's face. "The second most powerful royal family in Alabasta—originally an offshoot of the king's family, and renowned as great healers in both the mystical and medical fields…"

"Yeah, the Hekau family—offshoot of the Nefertari's." Deuce flushed under the trailing of her finger, his showman's smile twitching shyly. "My old man wanted me to be a doctor—but my older brother was always better than me. I ran away instead of playing second fiddle to people who didn't respect me." 

Ace felt a sting of guilt at the reminder that after all that, Ace himself had accidentally forced Deuce into the very position that he'd tried to escape. Playing second fiddle healer to Whitebeard.

He squeezed Deuce's hand, and hoped he didn't blame him too much for it.

You know he doesn't. And if he was hurting, so were you.

Deuce squeezed his hand back, and the look in his eyes, unblocked by the mask, held absolutely no blame in it. He smiled at him with a wink "hey, partner—I think I impressed your brother's girlfriend."

Koala puffed out her cheeks, and pinched his, just under his birthmark. 

"Hmph! Maybe a bit—I mean, I'm gonna admit, it threw me for a loop! I was expecting something crazy—like, I dunno, that you're Buggy the Clown's half brother or something—but I didn't expect the Hekau Family's escaped son crazy!" 

"Buggy's half brother!" Ace laughed. "Now that would be crazy!"

Deuce's eyes widened for a moment as he started to sputter. His hands waved in the air as he spat out. "Absolutely fucking not!!!"

-

Buggy the Clown's half brother. The very idea was laughable to Deuce. Even if the obnoxious clown grin on the wanted posters was—well…

There was something about that fucking clown that always made Deuce have to look twice.

"Way too fucking crazy. He's just a clown, dumbass." 

"Hey, for all I know you could be half clown!" Ace teased, elbowing him. "Wait, sorry, Sabo says he thinks it's me who's half clown."

-

Out on wild stretches of the Grand Line—staring out at the grand ocean ahead of them—Buggy the Clown suddenly sneezed and nearly tipped into the ocean.

"The fuckin' hell?" he barked, pulling away his clown nose long enough to rub beneath it with a furrow of his brow. "...must be the salty air."

[ceramicwings]

baby luffy hcs??? pretty pretty please?

Ouuuugh...... baby Luffy .... I think he's the kind of baby who cries at night mostly bc he's lonely. he just craves contact. dragon is up at night working on revolutionary stuff with Luffy slung to his chest bc he won't sleep otherwise. Luffy was born extremely small but has a huge appetite (for a baby of his size) and the nurses who monitor him after being born are always surprised by him like "holy shit he eats so much but he's like three and a half pounds" and he cries, his cry isnt very loud yet but dragon is always saying someday he'll have a very strong voice.

as a toddler Luffy is just as clingy but he's learning to talk and just always babbling about stuff. the revolutionary army adore him for the few years they have him. it's very indulgent of me to give them years with him lol. but i can't help it honestly. i just love him. iva loves letting Luffy play in their hair. sometimes inazuma will give Luffy fun little hairstyles, put in butterfly clips and little pigtails n shit.

idk if 7+ Luffy counts as "baby" but I think there's at least one occasion where shanks is visiting Makino's bar and telling Luffy stories and it's getting late but Luffy doesn't want to go to bed and keeps loudly waking back up when someone tries to move him, so he ends up falling asleep in the crook of shanks' arm, just feeling safe and warm with shanks' voice rumbling around him, shanks' heartbeat under his ear... im a huge sucker for dadshanks TwT

im also a huge sucker for big sis Makino who makes Luffy's clothes by modifying her own old clothes so Luffy wears a lot of little dresses and pinafores when he goes out to play <3 im hcing it's normal for kids of any gender to wear dresses when they're young, it's just easier to dress them that way lol. so luffy runs around in these cute outfits and makino is very pleased by the way it kind of makes him look more like her.

Ace and Sabo both are of the age to have grown out of wearing dresses (and Sabo being noble-born would have been raised wearing pants and shorts I think). When luffy turns seven is when he starts dressing like in canon (according to my whims lol) maybe his fashion sense is a little influenced by shanks and his crew. time for sandals and jorts, baby!

ASL time!!!!! Ace totally complains all the time about how much Luffy acts like a baby but mysteriously every night ends up with Luffy smushed between him and Sabo, even though he'd never do anything as soft as cuddling someone. Sabo isn't that much more inherently affectionate, he's not used to showing people love in any way aside from through obedience, but he's much quicker to take Luffy's hand so he doesn't fall behind when they're walking, and he's more often the one to carry Luffy if he gets tired or hurt. after Sabo's death and the bear attack, Ace tries a lot harder to be like caring and receptive of Luffy's feelings and needs, so he gives Luffy a lot more affection (and quietly relishes in how much it makes his heart sing to love someone, to be loved) when Luffy wakes up from nightmares Ace will hug him and hum little made up songs for him until Luffy's asleep again. when Ace has nightmares Luffy will hold his hand until he wakes up, bc he's a lighter sleeper than Ace and knows Ace doesn't react well to being woken up during them.

There's prob more I'll think of later lol but this is what I got for now!!!! Hope you enjoy <3

[sure-to-lure-someone-bad]

Do y'all ever remember that we only have Luffy's backstory starting at 7 years old? What was he doing before Shanks? Where was he living? Who is his mom? Where is she? Did he have any friends? Why is he so scared of being alone?

Theory and analysis under the cut

Like, I think about that scene after Ace and Sabo had saved him from Blue Jam's lackeys a lot. Ace asks why Luffy wants to be his friend so bad and Luffy says that being alone is worse than being hurt. That's a child speaking from experience.

I also think about that scene in Chapter 137 where Luffy saves the parent of the baby Lapin even though it had almost killed him and two of his crew.

Maybe this was just showcasing how merciful and kind Luffy can be, but I don't think so. I think, in that moment, Luffy was relating to the baby Lapin. I think Oda was drawing a direct parallel to something Luffy may have experienced as a child, basically giving us a hint to more of Luffy's past. I'm not sure if it was his birth mom or a caregiver, but I think Luffy has been in a situation where a parental figure died because no one was around to help them and Luffy was too young and weak to save them.

I feel like this explains the shadowed eyes in the image. We've seen Luffy save many previous enemies without the indication that Luffy is so personally affected. I could believe that it's because he's worried about his crew, but in the next scene he has a serious expression that would've been plenty fitting on pulling up the Lapin. Maybe I'm overthinking, but I truly think there's more than concern for his crew or anger at the Lapins affecting him here.

On top of that, Luffy having a traumatic experience as a young child where he felt helpless would follow a recurring theme in his character arc. We've seen Luffy at three of his lowest points in the manga where he has been too weak to protect his loved ones.

First, chronologically, was Sabo.

Luffy has always been a passionate kid, so maybe this is his first experience with loss, but I don't think so. This seems like a reaction to feeling like being too weak to save his loved ones is a pattern. Most kids Luffy's age have a hard time grasping death. They might know that it's not a good thing, but most don't understand exactly what it means. It might be different for him because he has been around Grey Terminal, but I doubt it. Yet, he knew instantly what Dogura was saying and what it meant. There was barely a period of shock or denial.

Luffy is experiencing grief at a level of intensity that fits more with someone who knows exactly what death is. I really don't believe that this is his first time losing someone.

Second was being unable to protect his crew from Kuma.

The phrase "What's wrong with me...?!" really stands out to me here. Luffy definitely takes his role as captain seriously and knows that it's his duty to protect his crew, but we know this self-blame is also influenced by the reopening an old wound. He has worked hard for a decade to make sure he was strong enough to protect his people, and here he has failed once again.

Finally, third is the loss of his other older brother, Ace.

This, of course, led to the two year break where Luffy and his crew focused on training and becoming stronger to take on the New World. I would also like to point out that Luffy didn't emotionally stabilize until Jimbe reminded him that he still has his crew. He was grieving his brother, dealing with a sense of helplessness, and feeling alone in the world. Garp may be Luffy's grandfather, but he obviously neglected Luffy. The bandits might have grown on Luffy by the time he set sail, but I don't think Luffy considered them family in the same way as Ace and Sabo. Ace and Sabo were the only family he had until he met his crew. This isn't the grief of someone with a support network and people to motivate him. In this moment, and in all of the time since deciding to go after Ace, Luffy has pushed his nakama out of his mind. This is the grief of someone who has been too weak and feels like there's no one left to even try to protect. Someone all alone.

Luffy's character is one who's weaknesses are loneliness and helplessness, and that implies a lot about his developmental years. I truly believe that Luffy's backstory will involve the death of a parental figure. I also think that Garp either was even more neglectful than we realize or didn't know Luffy existed until he found out through Dragon.

I also think that Luffy's longing for freedom will also tie in somehow. We know he and no one who knew him as a child was a slave for the Celestial Dragons because he didn't recognize the symbol on Hancock, but maybe there was a nami and arlong-esque situation.

I'm so desperate for his backstory 24/7 lmao.

[pin-crusher2000]

1) Scenario: Due to some time travel shenanigans, Robin!Dick travels forward in time and he runs into Mar’i and Jake while they were on a case together. How do you think it goes from there? 

2) Who are Chris, Jon and Jake’s favorite anime characters?

3) Can you see Chris and Jai challenging each other to a race and like Barry Allen, Jai holding back his true speed extensively?

4) Is Zod Chris’ Archnemesis in Earth 66?

5) the following you may ignore if it makes you uncomfortable;

On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest,

How sensitive to tickle attacks are Mar’i, Chris, Jon and Jake?

Good questions! (1 & 4 is gonna be long XD)

Before I answer #1 I want to do some background info: After Time Commander (Super-Sons villain) got humiliated & jailed by Jake, Mar’i & Nightwing (mar’i burned his outfit leaving him naked & Jake gave him a wedgie). He busted out after a week & went back in time to make sure the kids weren’t born by killing Nightwing. (Note: Nightwing & Starfire went on a honeymoon, so it’s just Jake & mar’i by themselves for a few days). Time Commander (John Starr) found a newly trained Robin roaming the streets for a test for Batman. But the kid was tougher than he looks, Starr had a sore jaw & a sore crotch & both fell into a portal going back to the future & he ran away to rethink strategy. Robin (Dick Grayson) tried to find him but instead found two twins fighting a group of thugs.

1: Mar’i & Jake were trying to solve the mysterious case of the Tally Mark Slasher (hint hint 😉) (also Jake was wearing a Robin outfit for the giggles) when they met Robin & realize that he was their dad when he was their age & tried their best not to mess up the timeline. So the three of them decided to help each other’s problems & send Robin back to the past. (Without revealing too much info about themselves) After a few hours kicking butt & interrogation thugs, they managed to find the killer himself, frozen in time: Victor Zsasz, & Time Commander himself stealing money (cause reasons XD) the three of them mange to stop Time Commander & put him in handcuffs for the cops. Before Robin leaves back to his time, he has something to ask:

Robin (Dick Grayson): How important is me being Robin?

Jake: really important! hundreds of sidekicks wouldn’t exist without your influence, & all thanks to you, we are able to live because of you, you gave everybody hope! You’re the heart of sidekicks.

Mar’i: yeah, what he said.

The three hugged before Robin goes back to the past…….Victor Zasasz was freed from time freeze & was in handcuffs, confused on why his pants were around his ankles, underwear pulled up from his butthole, & some childish drawings were on him; especially a Robin symbol on his chest. (*wipes sweats on forehead* darn I need a break XD)

2: Chris: Gohan, future trunks, gogeta, broly (dbz), Tokoyami, deku, shoto, Ochaco ( my hero academia), Obito, naruto, Kakashi, mintato, sasuke (Naruto)

Jon: Goku, (canon) goten, gotenks, gogeta, future trunks, hit. (DB) naruto (canon) sasuke, itachi, rock Lee (naruto) izuku, bakugo, all-might, shoto, (MHA) Luffy, ace, sabo, zoro, & chopper (one piece).

Jake: goku, gohan, vegito, cabba, broly. (Dbz) naruto, itachi, pain, (naruto) izuku, dabi, twice, all-might (MHA) luffy, sanji, chopper (One Piece).

3: yup XD & when Jai decided to use his speed full power he decides to taunt Chris either: pulling down his lower eyelid & sticks tongue out, gives the middle finger(s), show his bare butt & spanks it (maybe kisses his hand first) or saying meep meep! & speeds off leaving Chris in the dust.

4: yes, but as a one off villain, let me explain: I do like the idea of zod escaping from the Phantom Zone years later instead of a few days (great idea bud) but instead of joining zod because of his “background,” Chris was a sleeper agent (in my universe).

When space pirate Amalak (from new earth’s Superman comics) invades earth (when Chris was 12) to hunt down Kryptonians, he accidentally triggers Chris’s “sleeper agent code”: zod. (By telling Chris he looks just like him) days later, at night, Chris sneaks off to the fortress of solitude & frees zod & 30 other kryptonian criminals from the zone, kneeling to them.

The next day, zod & the criminals did an invasion in Metropolis. (As seen in the Last Son book) the superfamily (Clark, Kara, Karen, Kon, Jon 11, & krypto)the justice league, Young Titans, & the special police force with kryptonite weapons defends the city; The only kryptonians left were zod & Chris (Some were taken down non-lethally & the rest killed). After seeing NightStar gets trapped by broken buildings, Chris breaks free from his programming, & unleashed a power nobody ever seen before: Dark Phantom mode.

(In my universe, after a beaten by his dad, Chris was thrown outside the prison where he was born, slowly dying from the pain, when suddenly, a mystical blue dragon called NightWing (who created the zone in my universe; a myth) appeared out of nowhere & went into his body as pure energy to heal him & gave him unique abilities that needed to be unlocked somehow.)

Chris (in the present) with Superman, fought Zod (a less brutal version of the invincible vs conquest fight) & snaps zod’s neck (like man of steel) using his darkness powers to save Superman from being killed. Chris screamed in pain & sadness, being comforted by his “dad” Superman. A fe days later, Superman takes Chris in outer space saying you belong here, you belong. Then, they went back down to earth to their home in Hamilton county & did a big group hug with his “family.”

5: since they’re kids, probably between 8-10; on the feet, stomach, rib cage, & on the thighs when grabbed.

Whew! That took a while. Let me know if you got more questions buddy! :D

[namism]

college rooming with: sabo

➳ category: college au · established relationship · gender neutral reader

➳ warning: none

Sabo doesn’t dorm on campus. He owns the campus.

Kidding aside, Sabo’s family is affluent and his grandparents run the university. His grandmother is the President and his grandfather is the Dean. His father is a professor in the Humanities department who also happens to be one of your professors.

That said, Sabo is freer than most because he has the faculty on his side, so when he asks his grandfather if he can move out of the dorms yet still keep his room halfway through freshman year, he’s permitted by the office.

So now, with the power of the Dean, Sabo basically has three places to call home. One on campus, one where he grew up, and one in a nearby condominium.

All those places at 18.

Naturally, this bit of information surprises you when you learn about it, but as time passes you become accustomed to it.

Before dating you, Sabo would have you swing by his campus dorm because it was more convenient. At that time, he was preparing for his finals so staying at the dorm was a better approach.

You studied with him after building your personal space at the corner of the room. When it was time for a break, you would stop and pull him to the couch to cuddle.

It was a cycle of studying and cuddling until finals ended. When your schedules were less hectic, he would bring you to his apartment off campus.

And now as his significant other, he wants you to hang out at his place off campus more than the onsite dorm. This is because you’ve made the mutual decision to get used to living together until your parents approve it, and so far you’re both doing a great job.

Rooming with Sabo is very domestic and sweet. It feels like you’re out of college sometimes. You have a personal drawer in his bedroom—which is also your room at this point—and traces of you are littered around his flat. Your skincare products are mixed in with his, your Squishmallows are often used as couch pillows, and your favorite snacks are stored in the pantry.

Your influence is prominent in the living room layout and the way the kitchen is organized. Bits and pieces of you are everywhere in Sabo’s flat that it no longer belongs to him but also to you.

Cooking and cleaning are assigned to whoever wants to do them, but you find yourself taking these chores as of late while Sabo helps in the background. To return the favor, he takes care of all the bills for being a good partner to him.

You refuse this practice at first but end up allowing it, after thorough convincing.

In terms of hygiene, you and Sabo are in the clear. You’re both hygienic and it’s reflected on the organized apartment with squeaky clean marble floors and white bricked walls that look freshly painted.

You’re both living in a modern day aesthetic apartment and it motivates you to clean all the time because everything is so bright. This fact also influences you to be physically clean.

Curfew is non-existent since you’re always with Sabo when you go home late anyway. Since you don’t permanently live at his, if you ever stay past his usual bedtime because of school matters, you’ll crash over at a friend’s dorm instead because it’s more convenient. Sabo is fine with this as long as he knows you’re safe.

As for transportation, it’s not an issue. Sabo is the type of guy to charmingly have everything so it’s expected that he has a car . . . sorry, correction. It’s expected that he has a lot of cars.

He isn’t a car fanatic but he isn’t ignorant either. Having more than one vehicle did stress him out when he first moved in the condo because every flat was only entitled to one parking lot each. Additional parking space required a huge fee.

Stressed out, Sabo ended up buying additional lots instead. So really, transportation is not an issue. If he’s in a good mood, he’d even let you choose which car to drive.

Overall, rooming with Sabo is a good experience especially if you’re in an established relationship. If you aren’t with him yet, he’s still pretty good because he’s willing to help whenever and with whatever you need help in. He’s the type of person who you can trust to never neglect his duties, so he’s one to look out for if you want a good roommate (and a good boyfriend) during your college years.

[mimi-ya]

fashionable ~ sabo x reader

6,100 words | f!reader | nsfw

a/n: for my love @pure-kirarin who requested a pretty lolita reader for sabo! sorry not sorry about the length, this was so fun!

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“Needs more ruffles.”

You tear your gaze away from the book in your hands, realizing a young man with a scared face and top hat is looking at you.

Well, more so looking at your dress.

It was a warm summer day with a slight wind, making it perfect to sit on the patio at the little café down the street from your apartment. You planned on enjoying the morning with a cup of tea and your new book.

It also felt like the right day to try out your new dress. It had a moderately fluffy skirt made of a pretty pink and blue fabric, your favorite part being the dozens of bows that lined the edge.

“Excuse me?”

The young man’s eyes immediately widen, as if just realizing he said the thought out loud, “I’m so sorry!” He removes his hat and bows slightly before taking the seat across from you, “I didn’t mean any offense!”

You let your eyes roam the strange man who’s disturbed your quiet morning. Now that he’s removed his hat, you can see the ruffled blonde locks underneath that fall into his eyes. The scar covering his face looking to be an insanely painful burn at one point, although you think it makes him look a little more handsome.

He’s fiddling with the hat that now lays on the table. There are an interesting pair of goggles wrapped around it. They match the deep blue of his shirt that is tied of by a pure white cravat around his neck.

“That last thing you need is a man commenting on your outfit.” He rubs the back of his neck looking ashamed, “I’m just a fan of ruffles.” He flicks the cravat as if to defend his point.

And while he’s not wrong, the pink staining his cheeks is a little endearing. And he does seem to be a man of taste, taking in the style of his clothing again and that’s when it clicks.

“Are you a Lolita, too?”

“What?” He cocks his head, “No, I’m-”

“Sabo! Espresso for Sabo!”

He flashes an apologetic smile before quickly retrieving the drink from the window, coat tail swaying with his movement.

“I should have asked if I could sit.” He says standing in front of the chair with drink in hand. You motion to the chair, “I’m not usually so abrupt.” He holds out a hand, “Sabo.”

You set your book down, accepting his hand, “(Y/N).”

“That’s beautiful.” Once again Sabo looks bewildered at what he just said out loud, “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s come over me.” He mumbles, seeming more like he’s berating himself.

But your laugh sounds like a tinkling bell and Sabo starts to piece together why his composure is out the window.

“Well, I think Sabo is just as beautiful.” You rest your cheek in your hand, thinking the way he ducks his head at your compliment might be the most bashful and cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He clears his throat, before taking a sip of from the cup in his hands, “You were asking me a question?”

“Oh, I just assumed you were familiar with Lolita.”

“No, but I’d love to know more.” He glances down at the book in your hands, “If you have time, that is.”

You smile, sticking your pink glittered bookmark in the pages, “It’s a Japanese fashion style with Victorian influences. There’s lots of different substyles, but it mainly stems from the motive of rebelling against traditional expectations of gender and style.”

“A fashion revolution. I love it.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, “I suppose.” You clear your throat and quickly glance at your hands before back to him, “Your outfit kind of reminds me of the style.”

“Really?” Sabo leans forward, excitement clear in his voice, “My brothers usually tell me I look like a stuck-up renaissance festival employee.” You try to cover the snort that escapes you, but you don’t feel too embarrassed when Sabo laughs along with you, “I’m serious! They’ve been saying it since we were kids!”

“I’m going to assume they’re not too familiar with the Renaissance era? Because your outfit is definitely not a part of it.”

“They’re more likely to be familiar with the food than the fashion.” And Sabo feels butterflies erupt in his stomach when you giggle behind your hand.

“Well, we all have our interests.” A ding from your purse interrupts the moment, and you shoot Sabo an apologetic look before seeing it was the reminder you set to not spend all day at the little café.

“I’m sorry.” Sabo cuts in, “I should probably let you return to your day.”

“No!” You say a little too quickly with a wave of the hand, “It’s nothing, really.”

“You don’t have to make excuses.” Sabo smiles, “This conversation has already made morning much more pleasant.”

A pit forms in your stomach at the thought of this handsome and curious man walking out of your life, and you’re about to do something to keep that from happening, but it Sabo beats you to it.

“I’d love to do it again, if you’re interested that is?”

.

“I think I’m in love.”

Miles apart, three different people look up from what they’re doing at the lovesick fool who’s just returned home.

“That’s nice. I love you too.”

Sabo narrows his eyes, “Shut up.” He says, throwing his hat at Ace’s face who easily catches it.

“Was it a doughnut?” Luffy asks, eyes glued back to the video game displayed on the television, “Did you bring us any?”

“No Luffy, it wasn’t a doughnut.” Sabo collapses on the sofa, falling against Ace, “It was the most gorgeous woman I’ve everseen.”

Ace rolls his eyes, trying to shove his brother off him, “Please don’t start.”

“Yeah!” Luffy laughs, “You always sound like Sanji whenever you fall in love.” He mocks with a kissy face and teasing tone.

“Probably didn’t even talk to her.” Ace laughs along, reaching out to pinch Sabo’s cheek.

Sabo bats at his hand and shoots off the couch, “I did! And we even exchanged numbers!” Pulling out the pretty stationary you had delicately written your number on, “See!”

Ace swats at the paper being shoved in his face, “Well, you gonna text her or keep bugging us about it?”

.

“And he had the cutest smile every time he laughed.” You sighed, clutching a teddy bear to your chest.

Perona leans forward, “He laughed at your jokes?”

You purse your lips and send a glare to Perona, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Horo, horo, horo! I think he likes you! And I think you should message him!”

You sit up in the chair, one of her dolls clutched in your lap, “You think so?”

“If any man is going to take a seat unprompted at a café, of course they like you!”

You chew on your thumb, thinking over Perona’s words. Sabo was really sweet, and he’d be great to see again, plus he asked for your number. What’s the harm in reaching out first?

Digging through your purse, you pull out your phone, already thinking over what to say but, “Oh my god.”

“What! What!” Perona jumps on top of you, trying to get a peek at your screen, before letting out a delighted scream when she sees what’s popped up.

It was a pleasure getting to spend my morning with you, would you be interested in getting together again?

.

“(Y/N)!” Perona sings, “You have a caller!”

Your eyes widen in the mirror when Perona’s voice echoes down the hallway.

It had been almost a week of messaging back and forth with Sabo, discussing everything under the sun, and with each ding of a message you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper.

He eventually asked you to grab a cup of coffee and take a walk with him through the park.

Giving yourself a once last look in the mirror you flash yourself a smile. You decided to go with a light green dress with delicate floral stitching along the side, perfect for the blooming spring weather and definitely not because it was your dress with the most ruffles that Sabo seemed to like.

Running to the living room, you see Perona is leaning over the edge of the couch with a devious grin on her face, and Sabo, who’s standing at the door with an awkward smile. He’s tightly gripping a bouquet of flowers that seems to be his only anchor.

“Perona?” She looks at you, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Not really.” She teases.

“Well, how about you find somewhere to be?” You shoot back just as sickeningly sweet.

Perona sticks out her tongue and stomps to the hallway, but not without a wink before she disappears around the wall.

“Sorry about her.” You apologize, hoping she didn’t scare him too much as you see his shoulders relax when it’s just the two of you.

“These are for you.” He abruptly thrusts the bouquet towards you.

“Oh! Thank you.” You accept the bouquet with a shy smile, taking a moment to examine the delicate petals, “How’d you know peonies were my favorite?”

Sabo rubs the back of his head, “They just reminded me of you, uhm, pretty and fluffy.”

Your heart skips at his words, almost melting “Let me just put these in some water.” You say and quickly run to the kitchen, pulling out a random vase under the sink.

“It’s like a doll house in here.” Sabo comments, looking around the living room that has piles of stuffed plushies and blankets everywhere.

“Perona.” Sabo hears you say, looking over his shoulder to see you have returned with his flowers in a pink vase that you set on the table, “She loves them. And they’re pretty nice to cuddle with during a scary movie.”

“You a fan?”

A scoff escapes your lips, “No way. But Perona loves creepy shit just as much as she loves her dolls.”

“My little brother’s the same way.” Sabo laughs, “He’s always begging to watch some new horror film, and always ends up in my bed because of his nightmares.”

“Keep away all the big monsters from your kid brother?”

He rolls his eyes, “Not much of kid seeing how he’s in high school, just a cry baby.” And Sabo can feel his stomach flip when you try to hide your laughter behind your hand, definitely something he could listen to everyday for the rest of his life.

He offer’s his arm, “Ready to go?”

.

After grabbing a couple hot drinks from a little vendor, Sabo leads around his favorite park in the city. Showing you where he’s hosted rallies before and explains how he’ll usually spend his weekends pestering people for petition signatures.

“It’s a coalition building organization.” Sabo says with a smile, “I help other organizers form partnerships to advocate for likeminded change.”

“Huh.” You take a sip from you cup, “I didn’t know things like that existed.”

“There’s not a lot of us, and it’s long hours with little pay.” He shrugs, “But when we have success? It’s so worth it.”

“Well, the world needs more people like you.”

The dazzling smile you flash has Sabo almost spilling his coffee, and he can feel his cheeks heating up at your praise, “Want to sit?” He asks, hoping the change of subject will distract from his flustered state.

After guiding both of you to a bench he takes a look at your outfit, “I like this dress.”

“Oh, thank you!” You pat at the skirt a bit, “It’s one of my own.”

Sabo stops in his tracks, “You made this?”

You nod, “I usually pair a lot of premade things together, but this one I made all on my own.”

“It looks so professional!”

“Well, I have my roommate to thank. She taught me everything I know about stitching.”

“I’m impressed.” Sabo laughs, “Definitely a skill that could have come in handy when I was growing up.”

“Maybe you can come with me when I buy fabric next time.” You mention off handed.

Sabo leans forward with excited eyes, “Could I really?”

“I mean, if you really want to.”

“I’d love to get a further peek into your world.” Sabo stretches an arm along the bench, conveniently resting against your back, “Now tell me how long it took to learn how to sew.”

.

A few days later you make plans with Sabo to take him to your favorite fabric store and decided you would stop by his place first. And if it just so happened you had made some extra strawberry cupcakes that he said were his favorite, it would be a crime not to bring a few. Definitely didn’t wake up early this morning to bake them.

Sabo lives in an apartment complex on the top floor, something that he and his brothers were very excited about after seeing the view. Locating the apartment number, you rap your knuckles against the door.

Which immediately swings open, a boy who can’t be older than fifteen starring at you with his hand in a bag of chips. You’re about to introduce yourself, but he beats you to it, “Sabo!” He screams, “Your girlfriend’s here!”

You feel your heart skip before the sound of crash follows and Sabo appears, pulling the younger boy by the back of the shirt. He’s furiously whisper shouting at the boy who just continues to shove food in his mouth.

“If she’s not your girlfriend, why do you dress the same?”

“Why don’t you go bother Ace or something?” Sabo grits through his teeth, shoving the younger boy towards the hallway, who just laughs it off and starts screaming for Ace.

Sabo takes a calming breath before turning on his heel and flashes you an apologetic grin, rubbing the back of his head, “Sorry about that, Luffy doesn’t have a filter.”

“I made cupcakes.” You offer awkwardly, unable to comment on the scene. But you do notice he didn’t outwardly deny the allegation.

Sabo’s face splits into a grin, “I bet they’re as sweet as you.” And he loves the way your nose scrunches when you roll your eyes, “I better hide them.” He accepts them and motions for you to follow in, “Otherwise my brothers will get to them.”

You trail after him into the kitchen and watch as he puts them in the way back of the refrigerator, but not before pulling one out of the container.

“Luffy?” You ask, remembering the young boy’s name.

Sabo nods, “And Ace. I’m surprised the scent of these cupcakes hasn’t drawn them out already.”

You giggle, watching as Sabo enjoys the treats you made, a little too much if the frosting on his cheeks is anything to go by, “You have a little something.” You point to his cheek.

“Here?” He asks, wiping the wrong side.

“Let me-” You step closer, hand reaching out to swipe at the frosting with a thumb, and then, just the tip brushing against his lip. Pulling back, you suck the sugar of your finger, grinning when you see him swallow thickly.

“(Y/N), I-”

“Oooo, wow!” You jump back when a voice from behind calls loudly, followed by a teasing whistle, “So you’re the one Sabo hasn’t been able to shut up about.”

“Ace.” Sabo growls, “What do you want?”

“Luffy said we had company, thought I’d introduce myself.” The muscular shirtless man turns to you, a glint in his eye when he takes you in, “Portgas D. Ace.” He stretches out a hand, “Sorry you had the pleasure of meeting this one before me.” He says with a wink.

You raise a brow at his brazen flirting in front of his brother, but side glancing at Sabo you see he’s more embarrassed than annoyed.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty happy with the way things worked out.” You rest a hand on Sabo’s bicep, giving Ace an unimpressed once over, “I appreciate a man who knows how to dress.”

Sabo’s face goes scarlet while Ace hollers with laughter, “You found good one, Sabo!”

“We’re leaving.” Sabo places a hand on the small of your back, quickly leading you from the kitchen, “And you better not touch any of those cupcakes, Luffy!” You see Sabo’s younger brother crouched with his hand stretched into the fridge.

“Aww!”

“I’m really sorry about them. There’s a reason I don’t take them out in public.” Sabo apologizes while you both ride the elevator down.

“They seem very sweet.” You smile at Sabo, “You’re lucky to have each other.”

Sabo shrugs, “Most of the time.” He glances at you, “Definitely not so lucky when they’re embarrassing me in front of a pretty girl.”

You bite your lip, “I’d say you’re still doing okay.”

“Yeah?” Sabo asks.

“Yeah.” You nod back.

.

Sabo doesn’t get overwhelmed too easily, and it’s something he’s proud of. But when you pull him into the fabric store, he won’t lie that it’s a lot to take in.

Walls stacked with different colors from floor to ceiling, bins full of buttons and needles and other things he doesn’t know the name for.

But you lead him to the back of the store where your favorite apparel fabric is displayed.

“I usually use these blends.” Your hand traces over the delicate bundles, walking deeper into the aisle, “I like the quality and texture.”

“This one’s nice.” Sabo points out.

Looking over your shoulder you see he’s holding a deep blue fabric in his hands. Reaching out, you bring the bolt closer to his face to get a comparison, “I think it would look really good on you.”

Sabo’s eyes widen, “What? Oh no! I was thinking for you.”

“No really.” You eye the fabric in his hands, trying to gage how much is there, “I think a coat would work well from this!” You glance back up, “Will you let me make you one?”

Sabo feels himself flush under your hopeful stare, and his heart twists at the thought of denying you anything, “I mean, if you really want to.”

“I do!” Your hand wraps around his before pulling him to the cut counter to get a few yards of fabric, “And if I get your measurements tonight, I can have it done in a week or two!”

Before he knows it, you’ve already talked him into letting you make an entire suit. And now you’ve got him in your bedroom as your rifle through your sewing box trying to locate a tape measure.

It’s nice to see your own little flare of style. It’s clear the patchwork plushies are more your roommate’s décor, whereas your room reminds him of the way you dress. Lots of lace and bows, pretty colors everywhere, and the peonies he gifted you the other day still proudly displayed on your dresser.

“I need you to undress.” You say without looking up from your sewing box, not trying to locate something to jot down his numbers on.

There’s the sound of clothes ruffling behind, and you a little squeak of happiness escapes you when you finally locate your flowered notebook.

“Okay!” You jump to your feet and twirl around, “I’ll just need to get some inseams and lengths, shouldn’t take too…” But you trail off at the sight you’re greeted with.

“I hope this will suffice.” Sabo breaks the silence, a dark pink staining his cheeks but still holding an intense eye contact.

You couldn’t even stop the way your eyes hungrily roam his figure if you wanted. He’s only dressed in his briefs, giving you quite the sight of his toned chest. It seems the scar on his face stretches down his neck and along his arm and torso. You realize you haven’t seen much of his skin before now, noticing how the healed flesh tappers off near his thigh, only specks of where his injury must have occurred.

Your eyes settle at his feet, and you can’t stop the giggles that escape.

Sabo coughs, “Not quite the reaction I was hoping for.”

Your eyes fly to his, “Oh, no! I didn’t, not like that! I just, your socks are cute.”

He wiggles his fabric covered toes, adorned with little pirate ships, “My brothers have matching pairs.” And he relaxes a bit when he hears you giggle again.

“Arms up please.” You ask, showing the form with your own arms until he copies.

You pull the tape measure along his arm, your fingers pressed into his shoulder to hold the end. It gives you a chance to soak in his lean muscles, leaving a wake of goosebumps in your wake.

Sabo swallows to himself while you measure the other arm, and he feels his heart melt a little at the extra gentleness you’re providing to his scarred patches.

They don’t hurt, they haven’t for a long time. But to see you delicately resting your fingers against it stirs something in his chest.

You give a little twirl of your finger, motioning for him to spin. When he complies, you’re able to measure his back, and without his heated gaze bearing down at you, you allow the moment to soak in each bit of exposed skin. Your fingers digging into his flesh little more firmly then necessary.

Returning to his front, you flash a quick smile before focusing on his chest, which is easier said than done. Needing the measurements of his torso has you almost wrapping him up in a hug as you sling the tape measure around the back of his body to the circumference.

Sabo quickly glances to the ceiling when he feels your body so close to his own, trying to imagine anything that will keep him from breaking composure and throwing you on the bed.

“Okay there?” You tease, knowing he’s probably a little on edge.

“Huh?” Sabo meets your stare, “Of course! Never better.” He says with a giant smile.

Not breaking eye contact, you fall to your knees, face just in line with his slowly hardening cock right below the fabric that Sabo’s really hoping you don’t notice.

Just looking at you on your knees like that? With your tits spilling over the edge of your pink frilled bodice and skirt fanned out around in you, it’s like you’ve been ripped right out of his filthiest fantasies.

“Have to measure the leg.” You whisper, holding up the tape measure as if to prove it. To you or him you don’t know. It surely wasn’t necessary you got on your knees for this, let alone right in front of his cock.

You let your finger dance over his thighs, pulling the tape down to his ankle right where his pirate socks cuff off, and then doing the same to the other leg.

Sabo watches, a little disappointed, as you get back to your feet, pulling out the little notebook to scribble some numbers down.

“That all?” He asks, seeing that you’re rolling the tape measure back up.

You tap your finger to your chin, “I suppose I could get some sitting measurements.”

Sabo is more than happy to oblige, quickly situating himself on the edge of your bed. And you would feel bad about requesting measurements that you definitely don’t need, but it seems he’s just as eager to get into your bed as you are to have him there.

And it would seem fate would agree, as you stumble over something on the ground, falling against Sabo’s bare chest who naturally wraps his hands around you. But without his hands to brace himself, you both tumble back into the bed.

Your wide eyes meet his, and he looks more embarrassed even though you’re the one who fell right on top of him.

“Sorry, that might have been my fault.”

You peak over you shoulder and see his folded clothes a little askew from where your foot caught onto them. Turning back, you see Sabo has found interest elsewhere as his eyes are fixated on your breast that are pushed against his chest.

“You plan that?” You ask with a teasing glint, watching as his attention flicks back to you, not an ounce of embarrassment for being caught.

“If I said yes?”

“I’d be impressed.”

“And if I said no?” He mumbles, eyes hooded and drawn to your mouth.

“I’d say I’m pretty lucky.” You whisper back, leaning closer to his face.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” And then captures your lips in heated kiss, a cupping the back of you head to get the angle just right.

And maybe it’s been a while, or maybe you’re a little desperate for this man specifically, because the second his lips touch yours, you know you’re addicted.

Crawling further up his body you situate both thighs on either side of his groin, rising to your full height with a roll of hips as you pull away from the kiss.

And with the air, Sabo chokes on a gasp and swearing he can feel the heat of your cunt through his briefs. His hands grab at your hips, trying to slow the movement of your grinds.

Your fingers curl around the edge of your skirt, “I remember how much you said you like ruffles.” You chew on your lip watching Sabo’s mouth drop, with a fuck when he sees the blush pink panties you have on peaking from underneath your dress.

There’s row after row of little ruffles from the waist band all the way down to where the little wet spot from your soaked cunt is on display. Sabo swallows thickly, eyes transfixed.

“Well?” You ask, “What do you think?”

“I,” Sabo swallows the lump in his throat while nodding his head up and down, “Yes.”

You giggle at his loss for words, finally able to render the usually so composed man speechless.

“May I?” He asks with hands hovering over your panties. When you nod, he finally lets his fingers trace the hem, from one side of your hip to the next, before repeating the pattern on each ruffle. His fingers reach just above your clit and the delicate touch has you rocking your hips forward.

A whimper falls from your lips and Sabo’s stare drifts up to your face, your eyes clenched shut with your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. His eyes drink in your expression, and he can’t stop his thumb from fully pressing down on your clit.

The sensation is jarring and unexpected, “Ahh!”

A lot happens at once with your eyes flying open and trying to unseat yourself, but Sabo sit ups and wraps an arm around your waist. He pulls you flush against his chest and redoubles the pressure of his fingers adding in the circling of his movements.

Your dampness seeping through the layers of fabric onto his throbbing cock, with your eyes widening and glistening, mouth dropped as you exhale. Sabo breathes in each little pant.

There’s no talking, just your occasional cries and his heavy breathing while you rut against his fingers. How quickly he’s gained the upper hand, pulling your strings like some familiar instrument.

“Sabo!” You cry suddenly, your hand letting go of the fabric to grip at his shoulder. Hoping it can tether you to earth, but it’s useless when his teeth sink into your neck and you feel yourself clench around nothing, slick completely soaking your little panties.

“That’s it.” Sabo groans into your ear, his own cock throbbing with each stutter of your hips. He can feel your panties dampening with each passing second as he pulls more and more pleasure form you, “So good for me, pretty girl.”

You whine at the praise, tightly wrapping yourself around his shoulders while he continues to work you over, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

He finally pulls his hand away, and even though you can’t see it, you hear the sinful sound of him sucking his fingers clean and it sends a heat through your body once more.

But even with the little flare, you’re too fucked out to move and you let Sabo lay you down on the bed. You hear the sound of clothes rustling, and when Sabo returns, face hovering just an inch from yours, you can feel his hardened and bare cock pressing into the meat of your thigh. Slippery with what you’re sure is his precum marking your leg.

“Look at me.” He whispers, cupping your cheeks between his hand, “You want this?”

“Yes.” You answer, you’re roving over every feature on his face. His scar looking so much softer in the dim light of your room.

“Good, me too.” Sabo smiles, letting go of your cheeks. And then you feel his fingers pulling at your panties, and you shift your legs to help. Wanting to speed things up, your own hands start to untie the bows at your chest, trying to make quick work of the bodice.

“No.” Sabo’s hands crush your fingers between his, “Leave it on.” He chokes out, pupils blown wide with desire.

You raise a brow, “Like the ruffles that much?”

And even though Sabo just wrecked your poor body moments ago with an intense orgasm, he still has the audacity to look bashful when you tease.

“I don’t want it to wrinkle.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, thinking that if his earlier ministrations were any indication of how his fucking will be, you doubt you’ll ever be able to iron some of the impending creases.

His hands run up your legs, feeling the soft skin past your stockings adorn them. And then his fingers are digging into your thighs, lifting them until their almost pushed against your chest, skirt fanning around your tummy making your cunt look like some unwrapped present.

You both moan in unison when his cock runs along your soaked folds, catching at the little bundle of nerves that has you keening.

“Please Sabo.”

His cock rests at your entrance, just barely nudging in, “Say it again.”

“Sabo?” You asks, a haze of pleasure clouding you when he slides an inch in.

“Again.” He growls, regripping your thighs and scooting closer on his knees.

Your hands grab for his shoulders, trying to pull him closer for a kiss, “Sab-ohh!” A cry is ripped from your throat when he bottoms out in one go, filling you completely and splitting you in half.

The little gasps and whimpers fall from your lips on their own as you try to adjust to this pleasurable pressure. And just as you’re comprehending this invasion, Sabo pulls back before thrusting just as harshly with a feral grin.

The sound of fabric ruffling, and the wet slapping fills the room as Sabo starts a brutal pace that has you seeing starts and crying out in pleasure.

And he’s thrilled with the look of ecstasy on your face. The cries you can’t keep in and how you have your eyes screwed shut, unable to even look at him with the way he’s roughly handling your body and how your pretty nails are probably leaving scratches along his shoulder with how deeply you’re cutting into him.

And there’s a far off sound. Something you miss, too consumed with the pleasure thrumming through your veins.

But Sabo stills his movements, cocking his head for a moment, before a devious smile spreads over his face, “Sounds like your roommate’s home.” Your eyes widen and hand flies to your mouth but Sabo intercepts it and moves it back to his shoulder, “I like your hands on me.”

Your eyes shine with confusion, “B… but,” You trail off, unable to articulate your fear.

“Can’t keep quiet, can you?” He asks with faked pity, clearly ingenuine when he pairs the question with a little thrust that has a squeak spilling from your mouth. But he doesn’t miss the way your tight cunt clenches at his words, “Oh?” Sabo raises a brow, “Seems like you don’t mind.”

Sabo rolls his hips with a deliciously slow thrust, causing a deep groan to erupt from your throat. There was nothing you could do to stop it, even as it continues, his words and movements are too much.

Then he pulls out completely, his cock just kissing your entrance before harshly plowing back in with one go. You know Perona is definitely about to hear the scream that will tear from you throat in just a second, and your body should be flushing with shame but you only feel a sharp tingle run down your spine at the thought.

Just as suddenly as Sabo bottomed out in your cunt, something fills your mouth that was wide open.

Eyes flying to Sabo you catch the feral look in his stare, but you’re a little more concerned with the overwhelming taste of yourself. And that’s when you piece it together, he’s stuffed your panties in your mouth to shut you up.

A muffled cry comes from you, and Sabo must anticipate your resistance because he presses the drenched fabric a little deeper until you’re almost choking on them, and then his fingers are bruising into your biceps to keep your arms locked around his neck, “I told you to keep your hands on me, didn’t I?”

His thrusts have been continuing at the same slow and complete withdrawal before harshly seating himself back in, and you can only hold on as he continues this sweet torture with the occasional whimper is stifled through your panties.

“Need you to be quiet, love.” He presses sweet kisses along your cheeks and to where the tears are gathering in your lash line, “Can’t be making a bad impression.” His pace stutters when he pulls out a little too quickly, “Plan on being here every night.” Sabo bites back a groan, eyes glued to where you’re sucking in his cock, “To fill this little cunt. Right?”

“Mhmm.” You nod your head, trying to discreetly roll your hips in time with his, desperate for something faster than this, especially when you’re so close to the edge.

“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to you forearm, “Now don’t move these hands, okay?”

You nod again, fingers sliding to his hair to have something to hold on to, and it must have been the right move because Sabo lets out a deep groan, losing his pace just for a moment. And the twinkle in your eye might be the death of him.

Knowing he won’t last much longer, Sabo hikes one of your legs higher up his hip, the other hand finding your clit and starting a quick pace of circle.

The sensation makes you throw your head back, chest pushed forward and your teeth clench on the wet panties in your mouth, hoping you can hold back the moans that are stuck in your throat.

Sabo can feel you’re close, the tight clenching of your cunt a tell-tale sign of your impending release. With a renewed vigor, his pace quickens and thumb swipes over your clit one last time before you feel yourself fall over the edge once more.

And Sabo thinks you’re really trying to cut off his cock with how tightly you grip him. But after a few more thrusts, he’s pulling out, his hand swiftly taking over on his cock with a few tugs and then spilling himself all over your thighs.

“Fuck.” He groans, cataloging the sight of your drooling cunt and his cum that’s dripping down the flesh of your legs, some of it having landed on your pretty dress he demanded you keep on.

His eyes flick to your face, pleased to see your panties still stuffed in your mouth as you try to calm your heart from the tremendous orgasm that just wrecked your body.

You feel him crawl up your body, hands squeezing reassuringly at your waist before his face comes into view.

“You did so good for me.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling the panties from your mouth. Sabo watches hungrily as you lick your lips, trying to reestablish some moisture in your mouth, his cock painfully twitching at the sight.

Your eyes are still focused on the ceiling before flicking to Sabo who’s laying on his side looking at you, “Wow.”

Sabo flashes you a smile that you’re sure you’re mirroring on your own face, before he pulls you against his bare chest, heart thrumming in your ear.

“Sabo?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you still wearing your pirate socks?” You see his fabric clad toes wiggling at the end of the bed.

A laugh rumble in his chest and you feel a kiss pressed on the crown of your head, “Didn’t want you to feel too overdressed, love.”

[greeneyedsigma]

Okay so with Ace and killer was it love at first sight or like a slow budding romance sort of thing?

But also does Ace may have a thing for ladies who could kick his ass?

A gradual blossoming. They end up having to spend time together here and there as Kid and Luffy's relationship develops and they become friends. Nothing dramatic or earth-shattering, just two people that care a lot about each other and find each other attractive.

Ace and Sabo may both have a thing for ladies who could destroy them. Possibly some influence from being raised by Crocodile.

[teazingsassy]

Hey, I loooive your modern au, and I was wondering what kind of jobs you imagine ppl would have

okay anon, buckle up. i took some time to sketch down my ideas. 

Luffy: Luffy is a professional competitive eater. He gets invited as a B list celebrity to participate at professional competitions. He gets sponsors also from his junior career as a baseball player. Since scouts and schools are actively trying to recruit him on their teams, he gets a lot of different offers. He makes quite a bit as a non-pro player. (he also has a lil youtube channel)

Zoro: Zoro works at a martial arts dojo and finds himself asleep in the only office in the entire building more often than not. They higher ups can’t find a better coach or teacher, so they allow it. At nights he may or may not accept odd jobs as security detail and bouncing for clubs.

Nami: Nami has a degree in GIS and landed a job working for Google. She compiles information either from a surveyor or from going out and surveying into the cartography device and gets accurate maps made this way so people like us can enjoy google maps.

Usopp: Usopp works as a janitor in the local elementary school and all the kids love him to death. He’ll tell them stories and sometimes gets sucked into the play yard to play kickball with the kids. During weekends, he’ll volunteer to read stories to kids and will get all dressed up with his finest pair of neon socks.

Sanji: he’s pretty cut and dry. he is the sous chef at the Baratie. he cooks. idk. professional simp?

Ace: Ace bartends and prides himself at being really fucking good at his job. he took a couple courses on bartending and ultimately dropped out because he hates school and learns via youtube. During day shifts, he’s management at a grocery store with Marco. they fuck around mostly and if they have time off, they play basketball with the rest of the WB crew.

Sabo: Sabo is a keyholder at Target. he hates it. he works the least amount of hours possible. When he’s not doing that, he’s majoring in business administration with a double minor in pre law and ethnic studies. he’s dead on the inside. 

okay! so i borrowed some ideas from real life friends of mine. (rip the guy who influenced my sabo idea) 

if you got any more questions, lemme know! :^)

[beanghostprincess]

A part of Luffy's character I think is kinda overlooked or at least not taken too seriously is his views on violence. I often see people joke on how he was kind to Otama but pretty harsh on Momonosuke, but I think that not many people realise how he is really just doing the same thing that Garp used to do on him.

Its very clear that Luffy uses two types of violences. There is the "friendly" "affectionate" violence, and there is the serious, actually dangerous one. In the first instance is what we often see between him and his crewmates, they exchange beatings and other stuff (mostly from Nami lmao) and while it can be attributed to the slapstick like nature of One Piece's humor, it goes much deeper than that. Garp used his "fist of love" on Luffy all of the time, Luffy was used to this kind of stuff from an early age, and it was normalised to him.

An example of this is that scene in Dressrosa when after that long headed grandpa (forgot his name) explained why he hated Garp and Luffy told him that his reasoning was ridiculus because Luffy was hit way more times but never held a grudge. (Its also true that Luffy does reconise Garp's parenting as being too extreme tho, since in Amazon Lily he espressed not wanting to recall the nights he spent alone in the jungle. But at least when it came to acts of violence directelly from him he was fine with it.)

HOWEVER Luffy also knew actually bad violence from an early age, the one that was meant to kill him. He obviously freaked out when Ace and Sabo wanted to kill him, and of course he was genuenly scared when the Bluejam pirates kidnapped him and Ace. Luffy clearly has a neat distinction in mind when it comes to this type of stuff. And what we see with Momonosuke was an example of the remnants of Garp's tough love and Luffy's genuine and benevolent desire for Momo to be a great man.

I wanted to add some stuff, but I think you explained it pretty well. Honestly, I obviously don't agree with those methods of raising somebody, but due to it being a world of pirates in which they actually have to act with a bit of tough love and violence, I think it's not that bad. I think what makes Garp's "training" and "tough love" bad is the fact that he did it for the wrong reasons. He wanted Luffy to be a marine and tbh most of the times we've seen Garp acting like that around Luffy weren't even necessary for training. I can get behind tough love in a show about pirates, obviously, but not when there are more reasons behind that than just "you need to protect yourself / train" like Garp forcing Luffy to be what he wanted to be, and not letting him follow his dream. Which, you know, I get it because being a marine would be safer, but it was obvious that it was hurting Luffy. And Garp didn't even have the decency to at least take care of the kid himself, he just left him all alone and then had the audacity to keep treating him like that as if he had the right to use tough love on him. Like-- Zeff and Sanji also use tough love but Zeff doesn't leave Sanji alone nor tortures him and stops when it's too much. I think Garp doesn't. Maybe that's just how I perceive it.

But yeah- Luffy's views on violence are really influenced by Garp's way of raising him. Honestly, I think it's pretty normal (once again saying, especially around pirates because they do not have usual relationships and dynamics) in the crew to use violence like that between them. Nami hitting Luffy or, y'know, in general the crew is like that and they use tough love a lot. But it isn't serious?? Like. They're pirates. They fight. They're violent. We need to keep that in mind first. But also, it's not only tough love that they use and that's only occasional and not a thing that happens all the time. But Luffy recognizes that as tough love and that's why he acts like that with Momo. But tbh? Luffy does it, like, insanely better with Momo. Better than Garp for sure. He treats him that way because he recognizes that, even thought Momo is still a kid, he has a responsibility and he will hate himself even more if he doesn't grow up quickly to face it, Luffy helps Momo realize some crucial stuff about him using tough love but also never leaves him on his own and he's always by his side being a brother when he needs it. He's empathetic and a sweetheart to him too, he's just harsh when Momo needs to be stronger and that's the only way Luffy has of telling him. He doesn't treat Otama like that because she doesn't need it. She's just a kid. The only times in which he's harsh around her is when it comes to Ace's death, and he's just being realistic about it because dancing around it will only make it hurt more and he thinks that ripping off the band-aid is better than being careful with it. Because that's how his brain works. Dead people don't come back, and he has been aware of that ever since he was Tama's age, so...

Anyway, the thing with Luffy and violence is that he turns the way Garp raised him and how his crew acts around each other into a way of putting some sense of responsibility/reality into the kids he meets because if they have to grow up fast, better be ready for that with somebody that knows how it feels like.