#i want sabo to put a hole in me so to speak.

[xamaxenta]

Whens bro gonna core me huh

[lale-txt]

♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: a milestone event

famous last words: "i can take him"

thank you from the bottom of my heart for 2k+ followers! it still feels like a fever dream for sure. and because i want to celebrate in the most self-indulgent way possible, this event will be all about what i love the most: dilfs, dilfs, dilfs! and some special guests…? don’t be shy, grab a prompt that speaks to your soul and a dilf or two of your choice and come to my dilf shrine! i’ll do my best as patron saint of all dilfs and babygirls to fulfill your heart’s desires. ( ˘ ³˘)♡

♡ details & rules:

most important rule: please be polite when sending a request. it costs nothing.

give me two characters & two prompts from the lists below so i can pick! you can also mention if you’re open for poly (if the two chars go well together); or if you just want me to pick a prompt and let fate decide what adventures you’re going to with the dilf of your choice!

for smut requests: please ask off anon and have your age somewhere easily accessible on your blog (and be over the age of 18 ofc). if you’re shy, i can leave your name out when posting the request, just let me know.

please also state a gender or the default will always be gender neutral (i rarely use pronouns for reader in my writing).

it’s not first come, first serve! requests will stay open for 24 hours so everyone gets a fair chance to send their request. i’ll try not to overwhelm myself with this event, but also would love to write every char at least once. i will post a list of all accepted requests once they're closed again.

asks off anon will always be prefered. i just like to know who i’m writing for, it feels more personal to me.

all smut is written with consent given from everyone participating.

all work for this will be tagged with #2K3D event (because i fear Tumblr will flag me as spam bot when i flaunt too many 'dilfs' in the tags lmao)

confused after reading this? i'm giving examples what your request could look like at the bottom of this post.

♡ the dilfs invited to this event:

Corazon, Denjiro, Gaban, Garp, Izou, Kaido, Katakuri, Kin’emon, King, Marco, Mihawk, Oden, Rayleigh, Roger, Shanks, Smoker, Thatch, Whitebeard, Who’s Who

& the special guest, traveling through the dream machine to reach the fine age of dilf for this event:

Kid, Killer, Law, Sabo, Zoro, Ace (even though Roger is right THERE)

♡ fluff – dream and rest on a dilf’s lap:

touching foreheads

resting your head on your partner’s lap

standing on your tiptoes to reach your partner’s lips

bridal carries

being carried and tucked into bed, after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home

tracing fingers down your partner’s chest

playing with their hair

holding hands under the table

slapping their butt

confessing while thinking the other one is asleep

tummy kisses

glancing at each other’s lips 

climbing back into bed, onto your partner’s body to wake them up

kissing their bruises and scars

glances across a crowded room

fastening a necklace, leaning in close

whispered “I love you” between kisses

pulling away from your lips to ask you to marry them

dancing together for the first time

hugs from behind 

♡ smut – peak through the glory hole:

thigh riding

pinning against the wall

sexting

choking

destroying underwear

putting on a collar

voyeurism

caught masturbating

spitting in mouth

phone sex 

fingering

hickeys

lap dance

lingerie

pegging

(semi) public sex

size kink

face-sitting

double penetration (give two chars)

aftercare

examples of what your request could look like:

“hi Lale, can i request prompt 3 or 17 from the fluff list with either Rayleigh or Roger, please? poly is okay also! thank you so much!”

“oh mighty dilf queen, i would like to ask for prompt 6 from the fluff list or 9 from the smut list, please. characters: Shanks or Smoker and an afab!reader preferably. thanks a lot!”

“hello st. babygirl, i’m happy with any prompt from the smut list as long as it’s either with King or Kaido & afab!reader, pretty please. thank yooou!”

[urboymutual]

i need a penny in my back pocket for good luck

this a fic about latine winchesters, more specifically sam’s disconnection from spanish as i headcanon him as not being fluent in spanish as compared to dean. 

sobrenatural day 2: language

the radio is playing some tex-mex song when they finally pass the welcome to texas sign. sam blearily rubs at his eyes, the sun shining down brightly on him. surprisingly, dean is singing along like it’s any old led zeppelin song on the radio.

“i didn’t know you liked this kind of music,” sam says, eyeing dean wearily as he watches him pull off the highway onto a dusty side road.

dean’s in the middle of the chorus singing- “lo que hicistes fue muy fatal”- when he finally replies.

“i’m not that white washed sammy,” dean jokes. “‘sides i’ve hunted a few times in texas, and sometimes you kinda pick that stuff up.”

dean’s joke about being white washed cuts through sam and he frowns. it’s not like he wants to be some type of stuffy, first generation “no sabo” kid. sam wants to know what dean’s singing along to, wants to know what “ya voy a quemar esta ilución” means, and maybe wants to sing along himself. instead, he rests his head on the passenger window and heat stinging his scalp. 

– ☆ – 

they pull into a parking lot of a taqueria with a few ghoul guts staining their shirts. dean pointed out the taqueria on their way to the cemetery, pointed out how the faded “ria” and one broken window meant the food was going to be very good. 

“it’s the hole in the wall kinda place, bet you the menu won’t even be in english,” dean said and sam shifted uncomfortably. 

they enter the restaurant and are quickly greeted by a woman behind the counter. “hola,” she says, a big smile on her face and wrinkles by her eyes to emphasize the authenticity of the smile. she looks very motherly, putting the virgen de guadalupe pictures hanging on the restaurant's walls to shame. 

sam shifts uncomfortably, again, as a weird feeling stirs in his gut. she almost reminds him of his mom. 

“¿qué te gustaría comer, chicos?” she-- sam assumes-- asks. dean’s already turning to sam, ready to ask the same thing but in english. sam beats him to it. 

“just get me three chicken tacos with lime and avocado,” sam tells him. then he awkwardly adds, “and uh- una soda de naranja.” he winces at the way the r’s roll off his tongue and he can see dean has a teasing look in his eyes. sam knows he’s going to be hearing “nar-rang-ha” in a pale imitation of his voice all the way back to the motel. 

dean turns back to the woman with a charming smile on his face and begins to order in spanish for the both of them. 

sam makes his way to one of the empty tables, resting his head in his hands as another virgen de guadalupe poster on the wall stares down at him disappointed. 

dean returns with a cheap table number marker and what seems to be a churro, he’s still eating it when he tries to talk. 

“heespank mosh loge me,” he says. well, this is one language sam knows how to translate. “hispanic moms love me,” is what dean actually means to say. 

“don’t talk with your mouth full, you’re getting cinnamon everywhere.” sam replies, nose wrinkled in distaste. 

dean flashes him a grin, showing off both his teeth and the food piling in his mouth. “you’re just jealous carla likes me more than you,” dean quips, this time without his mouthful. 

sam frowns, turning his head to look outside to hide his frown. “yeah,” he wants to say. “i am jealous because maybe if i could speak to her in spanish, she’d like me too.” 

– ☆ –

“ugh,” dean groans with his pinky in his ear, picking around. “i think i got ghoul guts in my ear.” he takes his pinky out of his ear to inspect it– and yup, sure thing there seems to be black goo on his finger. 

“that’s so gross dude,” sam frowns. he hesitates before putting his own pinky in his ear to see if he has some too. luckily, he seems spared. 

“that’s what happens when you play bait,” dean replies. “you get up close and personal with these douchebags and the next thing you know, your brother is shotting it in the fucking head and it’s guts are all over you.” 

“sorry,” it’s a half hearted reply, a tiny sly smirk on sam’s face. 

“yeah, thanks,” dean rolls his eyes. “that’s why i’m showering first.” he swings open the motel room door after turning the key and beelines towards the bathroom, dropping his stuff as he goes. 

“no wait!” sam calls out, trying to get there first but almost tripping on dean’s discard stuff. he is met with a door slamming in his face. “yeah, well i have ghoul in my hair.” sam mutters under his breath as he makes his way to his bed. 

he doesn’t bother laying down in bed, instead he sets his stuff down and grabs a five out dean’s wallet. closing the motel door behind him, sam heads to the vending machine for a water and small snack. 

unfortunately, a sign posted on the vending machine reads “no funciona” which sam is able to piece together as “not working” with his bare minimum spanish knowledge. so instead he makes his way to the front desk where he remembers the motel desk clerk was selling snacks. 

its a short walk in the warm texan night and sam wonders how much darker he’s going to get from being out in the sun all day. his right hand unconsciously pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down more to cover his skin. its natural, too natural like walking. 

the door of the motel lobby makes a loud ding sound when he enters and the desk clerk greets him with a wave. he nods back, small smile on his face as he reads the snack menu. it’s all in spanish though. the basic words “agua” “papas fritas” “galletas” and “jugo” sticking out to him. 

sam clears his throat awkwardly to get the desk clerk to look up from his magazine. “um puedo- puedas dame un agua y galletas?” he asks in his broken spanish. the desk clerk nods, grabbing a water bottle and a bag from under the desk.

“es-” the desk clerk starts. “is 3.50 dollars” he continues, switching to english for sam’s benefit which only makes sam frown. 

he places the 5$ bill in the man’s hand before hurrying off with his stuff, not bothering with the change. how would he even say it in spanish? es por tu? he shakes his head at himself as he fiddles with the motel key. 

the door to his and dean’s room finally opens where dean is sitting on the bed freshly showered and chewing on some beef jerky. “hey,” he calls out. the television is playing some type of mexican telenovela, a lady screams angrily in spanish and sam doesn’t even bother to tease dean about his television choice. 

instead he just flops down into one of the motel chairs with his own snack, the bag crinkling as he opens it. 

then he wonders why god is so cruelly punishing him for not knowing spanish when he realizes galletas mean cookies. not chips. and all he wanted were chips. 

– ☆ –

sam wakes up to arguing– arguing in spanish and he wonders if dean forgot to turn off the tv last night. but no, it’s just dean and cas arguing in spanish which makes sam frown. he doesn’t like being kept in the dark and dean knows his spanish isn’t good enough to follow the current conversation. 

it’s like rapid fire, once the words are uttered from castiel’s mouth dean is already three words into a new sentence. 

“yo soy! lo estoy vigilando!” dean argues, scowl on his face which just seems to set castiel of more. 

“todavía puedo olerlo.la sangre del demonio sobre él.” castiel fires back.

an uncomfortable feeling settles in sam’s stomach, the feeling usually makes it’s self known when castiel is speaking spanish. he feels almost like… a bratty child of some sorts and spanish is a toy he desperately wants. sam’s internally screaming at cas, “not fair! gimme, gimme!” he just wants to speak spanish too. 

it isn’t fair castiel, with his angelic abilities is able to speak any language in the world. “you can have the others, cas. just let me have this one language.” he thinks.

castiel must of sensed that sam was finally awake because he turns away from dean– dean who is in mid sentence- to say “good morning, sam.” 

“uh, hi, cas. good morning to you.” he says awkwardly, slight red on his cheeks from getting caught eyes dropping. (if you can even call it that.) 

“yeah, uh good morning sam. listen i was just telling dickless here that you-” before dean can finish, there is the slight fluttering sound of wings and castiel is gone. 

“hijo de puta!” dean swears at cas’s disappearing act. 

at least sam knows those words, in fact he knows 10 ways to cuss in spanish because dean thought it would be funny to teach 10 year old sam swear words. sam wishes dean taught him more. 

“just get your stuff, we have another hunt. up in idaho.” dean scrubs at his face, exasperated. he moves to pack up his own stuff and to slide on his boots. 

sam copies him, throwing his dirty shirt in his backpack and pulling out a new pair of socks. he’s almost done when he notices that he can’t find his phone. the last place he remembers leaving it was on the motel nightstand but it seems to be gone. “dean” he calls out while he looks. 

“ya?” dean replies from the bathroom, obviously brushing his teeth. 

“did you see where-” he pauses as he notices a small book in the nightstand drawer. it reads “spanish-english dictionary” in black bold letters against the yellow cover. it only takes him a moment to decide to slip it into his hoodie pocket. and his phone flashes with an incoming email allowing him to notice it fell on the ground beside the nightstand. 

“what did you want?” dean asks, poking his head out of the bathroom. 

“nothing, are you ready?” 

“just washing my hands,” he replies. 

sam heads out to the car, backpack slung over his shoulder and his right hand gripping the spanish-english dictionary tight in his pocket. like it would fall out and alert everyone in the nearby vicinity that he was “one bad latino who didn’t even know spanish.” 

at the car, he quickly opens the trunk and moving stuff around to reach for a crusty looking book that reads “law for dummies” a gag gift dean got him for his birthday once. its large enough to hide the small spanish-english dictionary. he carelessly throws his backpack in the trunk before sitting in the passenger seat. 

“finally putting that book to good use huh?” dean jokes as he slides into the drivers seat and notices sam’s book. 

“yeah.” he mumbles as the car roars to a start and they are back on the road again. 

sam looks down at his spanish-english dictionary, flipping it open to a random page and the first word he sees reads. 

learn-aprender

[op-fan]

I've started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and a lot of the time I'm just thinking of the asl bros ghost hunting so here's a collection If asl as buzzfeed unsolved quotes and random shit I add that could be in buzzfeed unsolved, to be continued as I finish watching

(Now, I have talked about this before with some friends in our discord server and we have come to the conclusion that Ace's fans would be called Acey Hots, Sabo's would be Saboronies, and Luffy's would be Luffinos. Ace's fans don't come up with theories, they just talk about how hot he is. Every episode Ace starts wearing a shirt but by the end it's gone. Sabo's fans names stem from the fact that he was a brony and he got bullied for it by Ace and Luffy. Their merch includes water bottles with smth about everyone being thirsty for Ace on them, there's a haunted cookbook, and some other stuff.)

Ace: Hey there demons, it's me, ya boy

Sabo: We're all gonna die and it's because you're an idiot

Ace: Turn the light on if you want to follow Sabo home. He lives at-

Sabo: Shut up! Do you want me to die?

Ace: Hey ghouls! The boys are here!

Luffy, loudly shouting: WHOOOO

Sabo: I hate you both. If we die it's all your fault. You're the reason I have an ulcer.

Luffy: Oh look, there's a mouse!

Ace: *screams*

Ace: they chuted them

Sabo: you're a terrible person. I hate you.

Sabo: I hate this

Ace: This is kinda beautiful

Sabo, whispering: I didn't even get to do all the things on my bucket list

Ace, sarcastically, speaking as a ghost: How dare they dispose of my body! They should leave it in the hallway to rot!

Sabo: I'm kinda scared but if you could throw this ball back I'd be less scared

Ace, immediately: that's the biggest lie I've ever heard

Luffy: Aw, man, I'm a ghost hunter now? Do I have to put that on my business card?

Sabo: yeah, Monkey D. Luffy, ghost hunter

Luffy: fuck Christopher Columbus

Sabo: black holes aren't unicorns, Luffy.

Ace, offended: you're making me sound like Donald Trump!

Sabo, holding a baby doll that suddenly starts laughing: *screams and throws the baby*

Ace: I'm not doing this because I want to steal, in doing this to give the ghost sufficient reason to haunt me

Sabo: admit it, you also want to steal

Ace: okay, maybe a little bit

Ace: I actually knew this kid who was distantly related to an axe murderer

Sabo: Oh?

Ace: Yeah, that kid told me to kill myself repeatedly

Sabo: oh

Ace: any horny boys here tonight?

Sabo: horny boys?

Ace: demons have horns, don't they?

Sabo: *pulls out a water gun full of holy water*

Ace: no way dude

Sabo: I went to a church earlier and got this blessed

Luffy: *laughs loudly*

Ace: fuck you goatman!

Sabo: holy shit dude

Ace: Goatman! I'm dancing on your bridge, it's my bridge now. If you want me off this bridge your bridge you're gonna have to kill me! You're gonna have to throw me off this bridge! Look how I dance on your bridge, I'm disrespecting your bridge! It's our bridge now, mine and Sabo's-

Sabo: don't rope me into your shit! I'm not a part of this!

Sabo: they wouldn't hide in the bushes, would they?

Ace: of course they would, Sabo, they're cultists

Sabo: *screams*

Ace: dude, it's a plant

Sabo: I'm gonna die for the internet

Ace: oh, wow, that's a triumphant penis right there

[batfam-nalu-onepiece]

When Brooke awakens his Devil Fruit

Brooke never really thought he could awaken his devil fruit. It’s not like he can turn everything around him to string like Doflamingo. But along his journey and when Luffy becomes King of the Pirates, what he discovers is his awakening allows him to call back the souls of the dead. And he takes full advantage of this.

Brooke specifically waits for the right time to use it for his crew

Luffy:

He waits for Luffy, Sabo, and Garp to be back at their hole town with Makino, Dadan and the other Mountain bandits to have them speak to Ace one last time and tell him he was able to achieve his dream of becoming King of the Pirates. Ace tells Garp that he loves him and that he is sorry for all the pain he has caused him. He is overjoyed to see Sabo alive and thanks him for looking out for Luffy when he couldn’t and Sabo thanks him for the same. Dadan and Makino are overjoyed seeing those three reunited again. Maybe call White beards Soul and Gold Rogers for Ace as well. Roger meeting Luffy and being proud to have someone like Luffy be the next king of the pirates. Luffy made sure to have Shanks and Rayleigh there too so theycan see his old Captain. Roger tells Shanks that he did a job and gave his hat to a worthy man. Rayleigh gets to see his bestfriend one more time and Roger thanks him for helping train Luffy. Roger thanks Garp for taking care of Ace for him and Garp just punches him because he is about to cry (Maybe have Kobe there as a Bonus because Luffy values his friendship and wants to introduce him to his brothers)

Zoro:

They travel to Zoro’s hike town with his sensei and call back Kuina’s soul so he can tell her he achieved his dream and became the worlds greatest swordsman. He tells her that he made sure to take extra care of her sword and that he never forgot their promise to each other and trained hard every day. He even pokes fun at her talking about how Tashigi looks and acts just like her and how she has been chasing him all over the world so it was like Kuina was also chasing after him, trying to achieve her dream which made Zoro train even harder.

Nami:

They return to Cocoyasi Village to meet up with Nojiko and Genzo and call back Bellmere soo they can talk to her again and Nami tells her she achieved her dream of drawing a map of the entire world. She tells her mom about all her travels and how she found a family that can always make her smile. She even shows her the Tangerine trees in the Sunny saying she grows them exactly the same way to make sure her nakama get to have a taste of Bellmere’s tangerines.

Usopp:

They call Usopp’s mom’s soul at his home town so he can tell her he became a brave warrior of the see like his father. He tells her all the adventures he has been on. He starts off by saying “Hi mom. You came back to us” like he used to say about his father. His Dad standing beside him saying that Usopp keep his promise and became a brave pirate, even more great than himself. He introduces his mom and dad to Kaya. His mom absolutely loves her and is happy he found someone. They bond when his mom tells Kaya that it will be hard to love Usopp since he is a pirate and neve home and Kaya responds saying she knows it may be hard, but if Usopp is free, and happy that is all she could ask for. Besides, that the kind of man she fell in love with in the first place.

Sanji:

They meet up with Zeff at the Baratie and call back Sanji’s mom’s soul to tell her that he became and amazing chef and found the all blue. Sanji’s mom thanks Zeff for looking after her son and for teaching him how to be a great chef. Everyone at the Baratie wonder how someone as annoying and argumentative as Sanji could ever come from such a sweet woman. Then Sanji kicks them and they all laugh. (Luffy asked Nami to contact Reiju and tell them to come because he knew she would want to see her kids again and they would love it so Sanji is with his siblings, Judge, and Zeph. Sanji wasn’t happy about it but he realized they were her family too and he couldn’t just keep them from speaking to their mom one more time. Even if most of them are jerks) Sanji shows his mom his cooking by cooking a special meal for her. A variation of the first meal he ever made for her. She says it’s the most wonderful food she has ever tasted and can tell that she actually meant it (i know I know. How can she eat if she’s a soul? Just go with it) Reiju tells her mom she loves her and how sorry she is for not taking better care of Sanji. Her mom tells her what a wonderful job she did and that she loves her. The other brothers finally show emotion that they never knew they could. Seeing their mom again after she died woke something up in them and they apologize for being dicks their entire life and that they love her. She responds by saying that they are her sons and she loves them no matter what. She tells her children what fine and strong people they became. Judge even apologizes to her for everything he’s done (What Sanji did during the Whole Cake Arc really made them reevaluate their life)

Chopper:

They return to The Sakura Kingdome to see Doctor Kureha and Dalton, where they call back Dr. Hiriluk’s should back to tell him that his son went out to see and became an doctor and travelled the seas as a pirate just like Hiriluk wanted. They also recreate his powder again and show him the cherry blossoms one last time before his soul returns to beyond the grave. Chopper even teacher Hiriluk the new things he learned while at sea and all the different diseases and things he has cured. Hiriluk is happy his son went out to sea and thankful when Chopper tells him what Luffy did for him and his flag even before he really knew chopper.

Robin:

Even though they cannot return to Robin’s home, they sail the Sunny to where the island used to be located and call back Robin’s mom and the others archaeologists so Robin can see her mother again and tell them about the lost history. She tells her mom about the Poneglyphs and the other ancient cities she found like Skypiea. As a bonus Brooke also calls back Jaguar D. Saul and Robin tells him that she found her nakama who will protect and cherish her and will never leave her. Saul thanks the Strawhats and after hearing what they did for her at Enies Lobby, he knew she found an amazing crew. He even laughed and smiles at the story saying that Robin has joined one crazy crew. Saul took one last long look at the people who would challenge the world if it meant protecting Robin and knew that she would never be lonely and sad again. Her mother gave her a hug and said she’s happy that she survived the buster call and how proud she is for becoming an archaeologist and finding out the lost history.

Franky:

They return to Water 7 and meet with Granny Kokoro and call back Tom’s soul. Cranky gets to tell him that he created a ship that sailed across the entire world just like he did and is now the shipwright to the new King of the Pirates. Iceberg tells him that he is working on or completed making Water 7 float. Tom is proud of the man iceberg became, and how successful and beloved he is as the mayor of Water 7. Tom takes a look at the Sunny and says it’s even greater than anything he could have built including the Oro Jackson, Roger’s ship. He admires the work and detail Frank put into the ship and could tell that the crew loved their ship very much. Tom meets Nico Robin and apologizing for doubting her and believing she would use her knowledge for evil. Robin smiles and says it’s ok and they talk all night. Tom meets the Franky Family, the people willing to storm Enies Lobby to save Franky. He thanks them and The Strawhats for saving his son hd apologizes to Franky and Iceberg for even putting them through that by passing down the Pluton blueprints. They laugh it off and Franky says he is actually thankful to have had them because without it, he would have never joined the Strawhats and build the ship of his dream.

Jinbe:

They return to Fishman island where they reunite with Shirahoshi, and her family. With Jinbe, the recall Fisher Tiger and Queen Otohime’s soul. They get to tell the two that the relationship between fishmen and humans have gotten better. Jinbe can tell Fisher Tiger all he had accomplished including jointing the Strawhats. Shirahoshi and her family can tell Otohime that they returned to they participate in discussions with the world government and other countries and have a good relationship with humans. Shirahoshi tells her mom about how Luffy taught her to be brave. They both leave knowing their species is in good hands and thank the Strawhats for being the gateway to the fishmen co-existing with humans

Brooke:

When they return and see Laboon again, Brooke calls back the spirits of his old crew so they can all keep their promis to Laboon. They play their music for Laboon again so he can hear the real thing instead of the recording (don’t ask me how they can play jules if if their dead just go along with it. It’s sweeter that way). Brooke can introduce his old crew to his new one, telling his old captain not to worry because even with them gone, he has found a new place he can call home.

Vivi: (and the rest of the crew)

If Vivi’s father dies (because it seems like that may happen) They return to Alabasta and Vivi and Karoo get to see the King Nefertari again and maybe her mom too considering I don’t actually know what happened to her. Vivi is happy to meet to new crew members and love how none of them have changed personality wise. Robin apologizes nonstop and Vivi forgives her in a second. She says that anyone Luffy likes is a good person so Robin doesn’t need to apologize anymore. She even thanks her for not telling Crocodile where Pluton is and for all the times she has saved Luffy. While there at Alabasta, he aslo calls back the spirit of the Going Merry. The very same Klabautermann that saved them time after time. They thought about doing this at Usopp’s village but he said that Vivi was once a part of their crew too and deserves the chance to see the Merry again. The spirit of the merry is happy they found a new ship to call home and is thankful to Franky building the ship. It even says that it knew of the ship because part of her spirit is still with them, on the mini merry and thanks Franky for building it out of her wood. This causes every to cry saying how happy they are that the Merry is still with them (yes even Zoro. He tried to not cry but couldn’t help it. He turned around thinking Sanji would make fun of him But Sanji knew that he could never make fun of him for this). Usopp and Luffy immediately says that the mini merry cannot be in the docking stations anymkre and bring her onto the deck. No one disagrees or argues with them.

Law:

As a thanks to Trafalgar Law for all his help and everything they’ve been through, they call back Corazone’s soul and he tells him that he loves him and is greatful for everything he did for him. He introduces him to the Heart pirates, named in honor of Corazone and shows him that he made the right decision in saving his life. Law also insisted that Sengoku be there because he loved Corazone like a son. Sengoku at this point is retired and he’s never admit this, but he is happy that Law and Luffy met because it gave him another moment with the man he viewed as a son. (Sengoku also couldn’t help but notice how much alike Luffy and Garp are. Especially when Garp was Luffy’s age and laughs knowing how much trouble Luffy will give the Navy considering the amount of trouble Garp gave the Navy and he worked for them)

Rebecca:

They return to Dressrosa and let Rebecca,Kyros, Viola and the other see Scarlett again where she sees that her daughter grew up to be an amazing woman and that Kyros has protected ever since.

Momonosuke:

They Return to Wano and Momonosuke, Hiyori, kin and the other Samurai can see Oden again and his wife. Momonosuke can tell his father that he is following in his footsteps in order to become a great Shogun to make sure Wano prospers. Hiyori tells her father that she gave his sword, Enma, to Zoro. She thought he’d be mad so she tried to explain to him that he saved her life, Saved Wano, and is a worthy swordsman but Oden stops her midway saying that he doesn’t care about the sword. He’s just happy his family is safe and that if she gave his sword away, he knows that it would have been for a good cause and to someone worthy. The other Samurai get to tell Oden that they avenged him and saved his country like they promised. They even bring back Yasui so his daughter can see him again. Momonosuke also introduce his father to O-Tama and his father likes her and thinks she’s a good math for his son. Momonosuke blushes but Luffy, Kin, Nami, Robin, Sanji, Zoro and honestly everyone agrees and already consider them as a couple. Brooke even brings back Ryuma so they can clear Zoro’s name of stealing Shisui. Zoro spars with Ryuma and Oden. Their fight changes the geography of Wano a bit.

Carrot:

They go to Zou and call back Pedro’s soul so Carrot and everyone can see him. Carrot thanks him and shows him how strong she became. Luffy thanks him for sacrificing himself for him and Pedro is happy knowing the Dawn of the New World that he believed was coming has finally arrived. He never regretted his sacrifice for a second.

I’m assuming there is a 24 hour limit to each soul called back or something like it. But if not consider that after they each have their own individual heartfelt moment with their loved ones that they lost, the Strawhats bring EVERYONE, and yes I mean everyone that was mentioned, to Laugh Tale for a huge party. All the souls of the departed that where mentioned meet each other and celebrate the Luffy becoming King of the Pirates. Roger, Rayleigh and Whitebeard get to see Oden again. Nami ends up punching Gold Roger for doing something stupid on a reflex thinking it was Luffy. It actually really hurts Roger and as Nami apologizes, Bellmere looks proudly at her. Luffy laughs and Nami beats him up twice as hard. Roger, Whitebeard, Shanks, Oden and Fisher Tiger are now scared of her. They know Luffy has the best Navigator in the world, but are wondering if it’s worth it with him much she has punched Luffy in the short time they’ve know her. All while Brooke and the Rumbar Pirates play Bink’s Sake the entire time.

(If someone wants to make art of this, please do and tag me in it so I can see it and cry of happiness)

[psychedelic-ink]

Hidden by a smile

Believe me or not, I did as Law said; I didn’t try working out in secret, I didn’t try to look for something to do around the ship, in fact, I did nothing that would count as exertion at all. I walked around the ship, exploring the space – gosh, I did a lot of walking – saw Jean Bart move the shelves back into Law’s office and felt a bit guilty, so I hurried my step, I swear I stood in front of a window for hours just watching the underwater view. I also went to check on Bepo just before lunch, he was still out…

Shachi and Penguin called me over to sit with them at the mess hall. They were really nice guys and told me that Ikkaku – that they knew I was looking for – had her work cut out for her after the fight and she wouldn’t be leaving it until it was done. I also noticed Law’s absence but didn’t voice it, figuring that, as the captain, he could just eat later. We talked through lunch, the boys were alright, asked me about my crew and if I had a boyfriend – I assured them they had no chance – I was never the kind of girl that daydreams about a boy. My daydreams were about the ocean, the tides and all the mysteries they held. Still, Shachi and Penguin were fun to hang out with.

I was a bit lost in conversation when I see something that has me drop my fork and run for the door. Standing there, alive and well was a friendly face I wouldn’t soon forget “JIMBEI!” I called out just as I jump to hug him.

He hugs me back and laughs “Luna! It’s so good to know that you’re alright!” he said and I felt his voice vibrating through his big chest “When I visited your brother, I was worried for you, but Trafalgar said you might be here.”

I pulled away to look at him “I didn’t even know you were here! I thought you might’ve gone with the Whitebeard Pirates!”

“No, after I got away from Admiral Akainu, this pirate with a big red nose caught all three of us and I’m afraid I lost consciousness at around that time.” He replied.

As I let myself fall back to the ground, I noticed that he was also wrapped up in bandages “Did you get hurt?! What happened?! Are you ok?!”

He took his big hands and placed them on my shoulders, smiling kindly but I was worried, could’ve sworn that he wasn’t that badly injured before I passed out, I wondered what happened to him but he just said “Do not worry yourself with that, I’m alright now.” And dismissed my worry for a nice plate of warm food “How are you doing, Luna?”

I looked myself up and down “Eh…” I shrugged “My injuries are healing but Law is about to murder me since I keep getting new ones.” I saw his eyes widen slightly and I quickly laughed it off “Don’t worry, I’ve settled down. I… think?”

Jimbei put his left hand over my right shoulder as he was just a step short of being beside me “That’s not what I meant…” I suddenly felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder and how his arm covered most of my view “I’m sorry.” There was the smoke… The blood. My brother’s blood… I looked down at my hands – blood.

Smile. I told myself. Breathe and smile.

“I’m alright.” I nodded with the best smile I could muster. I didn’t have the breath to say anything else. I just waved off as I walked back into the hallways.

It was so hot all of a sudden…

I unzipped the jacket and took it off. The smoke…

I took a deep breath but it didn’t really happen. Shit, what’s…?

My legs gave out from under me as I walked and I came crashing down on the floor. Why was breathing suddenly so hard…? It was like I had to tell my lungs to expand, tell the oxygen to go down my throat but there didn’t seem to be enough oxygen around me.

As I reached for my shirt, I noticed I was shaking. Why am I…? I felt suffocated.

I couldn’t feel my legs, I couldn’t breathe, I was shaking like a leaf in the wind “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” my voice cracked but I didn’t have it in me to cry “Damn it…”

All I heard was my unreliable heartbeat but it’s not like I could spare any energy on anything but trying to get my lungs to function. Everything was drowned out. Ifelt like I as drowning.

“Luna…” A single familiar voice broke through the memories of the war, through the smoke, through the blood. I looked up to see Law, a bit blurred, I couldn’t focus my eyes but I was sure it was him. I know I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Law looked around before he put his sword down on the side and showed me his hands “It’s a panic attack. Have you ever had one before?” I shook my head “Let me help, ok?” I nodded and he moved to kneel beside me, I felt one of his hands on my back as he held out his other hand for me. I took hold of it before I knew it, like a lifeline at sea “I know it’s hard, but take a deep breath in.” I saw him do it and I instinctively mimicked him. It hurt. Breathing hurt like there was a force pressing on my chest but I didn’t even notice that I held on tighter to his hand “That’s it. Now out…” his voice was calm as he exhaled and I tried to do the same. Breathing out was easier but I could still feel myself shaking “Again, c’mon.” he took a deep breath in again and soon enough let it out again. I couldn’t say how long we were at it, but it helped. I stopped shaking, I could see again, and I could even move my legs to sit better now “There you go…” I took one final breath in and looked over at his golden eyes, so soft, I didn’t think I had seen those eyes so soft before “Are you feeling better?”

I nodded “Y-Yeah…” my voice was still shaky, but it was settling now “Sor---”

“You say sorry, I swear I’m smacking you over the head.”

I scoffed with the little energy I had regained and noticed he hadn’t tried to pull his hand away from mine, despite how sweaty I could tell I was. Self-consciously, I pulled my hand back and rubbed it against my shirt “Thanks then…”

“It’s alright.” He said, shifting to now sit on the floor instead with one hand supporting his weight and the other over his knee “With the way you’ve been acting, I figured this might happen…” I raised him an eyebrow but he just shrugged “You wake up only a couple of days after your body goes way over it’s limit and you’re all smiles? Sorry kitty, but that’s not how trauma works.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me a cat, I’m a tiger.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me a panda.”

I rolled my eyes, the motion made me feel a bit dizzy “Agree to disagree.”

“You’re doing it again.” I dropped the smile I didn’t even realize I had and when I focused back on him, I noticed how sharply his golden eyes landed on mine “Look, you can’t just brush this off. It’s not going to go away that easily.”

“What am I supposed to do, then?” I snapped at him, it wasn’t his fault in the least, but this sudden attack thing had freaked me the hell out “I can’t sit with Luffy because I’m absolutely terrified that I’ll be watching my last brother die! I can’t sit by myself because it floods my head with bad memories that hurt like hell and good memories that make me want to rip my heart out of my chest! I can’t distract myself with doing things because I’m too fucking weak to handle that and these damn scratches! I can’t mope around and cry either because I’m so damn tired of that shit! I couldn’t do anything when we lost Sabo! I couldn’t do anything when we lost Ace! And now I’m watching as I lose Luffy and I still can’t fucking do anything! I’m so freaking useless! I’m always the one that needs protecting, the one that’s been watching them go! I mean, look at me! I’ve been doing so well, I vowed that I’d come out of this a new me, better, like a phoenix! And all it fucking takes to bring me crumbling down is my stupid brain connecting a ‘sorry’ to losing Ace!”

I only felt his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing away tears I didn’t realize were raining down my face and I stopped. I locked eyes with him, the golden of his irises burning into my empty grey ones “A phoenix needs to allow themselves to burn up before they can come back from the ashes.” He said, pulling his hand back to him “You can’t just put on a smile and make it go away, Luna. As a doctor, I’m supposed to tell you that it might pass eventually but I personally know better. It doesn’t pass, that hole in your chest that makes you want to tear the world apart, it’s not going to go away. You’ll just learn to deal with it better.” I looked down but he reached out his hand again and lifted my chin back up “But first, first you need to let that burn over you. Let what the war hurt. Let the loss of your brother hurt. If you shut it out, it’s not a door you’ll be able to easily open up again.”

I pulled my hair back with one hand as I looked down “I’m just so lost without them…” he didn’t say anything and I looked back at him “Can I tell you a secret?”

He raised me an eyebrow as that wiseass smirk came back to his lips “What? What we’ve been talking about is public knowledge?”

I narrowed my eyes at him “Oh, shut it, panda.” That seemed to have annoyed him enough and I continued as I looked at the empty hall “We had him, you know…? We were so close…” then I turned back to him “I don’t know what kind of story the marines are trying to sell, but we had him. My brother wasn’t executed, he was murdered. We managed to get to the scaffolding, we managed to get him out of the cuffs, we were on our way back through the war when…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it, I just looked at my hand. The same hand that had held his, the same hand that had let go when he turned to Akainu…

“And that will always be a part of you.” He said, making me look back at him “You’ll just have to learn how to carry it…”

“Did you?” he didn’t reply “When you lost your sister… Did you learn how to carry that with you?”

We sat in silence for a moment, in my numb state I thought that maybe I had stepped over a line there, but as he looked to the other end of the empty hall and sighed, he said “You’re already doing better than I did at the time.” Then he turned back to look at me “I went straight to the tear the world apart thing and it took a great man to get me started on the right path…” he even smiled but he wasn’t looking at me anymore “But then again, I did turn into a pirate so I’m not quite sure I can call this ‘the right path’. Definitely better than the one I was heading down though… Hell, I’m certain I wouldn’t be alive right now without Cora-san…” he got up and gave me his hand for support so that I could get up too “Now let’s find my jacket.”

I tilted my head “Your jacket…?”

He smiled back at me “Yeah, the long black jacket you’ve been wearing? Mine. And now you seemed to have left it who knows where.”

“That’s… Your jacket?”

“Yeah.”

I rubbed my face as I remembered the nice smell that had come from the fabric the first time I put it on “I fucking hate my enhanced senses right now…” I grumbled.

“What did you say?”

“I said I had it in the mess hall!”

[touchmycoat]

kinktober: day 7

I am LATE. Working on the Marco-centric piece and got all the fragments. Just shifting them around until they do what I want ;; So here’s another cop-out fic (but I’m genuinely wanting to develop this into a stupid romcom situation)

References @watermelon-chan‘s BEAUTIFUL fuckable!Marco design

Day 7: massage

Ace’s moans of pleasure got quickly out of hand. And, Sabo thought incredulously, checking the clock on his phone, it’s been all of five minutes.

“Here?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s g—Oh, motherFUCKER—”

“Alright.” Sabo punctuated his interruption with a loud slam of the backroom door. “That’s enough.”

“Something wrong?” the massage therapist—goddamn Marlboro or whatever the fuck his name was—had the audacity to ask, all innocent-like.

“Sabo,” Ace grunted into the hole in the bed, where his face was no doubt distended stupidly like the stupid fucker he was. “You’ve gotta give Marco a go. His hands are magical.”

“This is a place of business,” Sabo hissed, channeling all his rage and stress and something fucking else at the only righteous cause on hand. He jabbed a finger in Mobert's direction. “Tone it down.”

“Me?” The guy was just a massage therapist, not a surgeon like he was all pretending to be, holding his hands up like that, glistening with oil. At least they were off of Ace's body now, which was absolutely what mattered. “Shall I just do my job less well then yoi?”

“Don't you dare!” came Ace's protest, the bloody traitor. He hadn't even bothered lifting his face from the pillow. “Put your hands back right now!”

“I think your boyfriend's gonna rip my hands off if I do,” Medward drawled, fixing Sabo with a flat, unimpressed look. That, flatteringly, was what got Ace's head up.

“He's my agent.” Oh how Sabo loved it when Ace corrected strangers so vehemently about the nature of their relationship. It would really convince any stranger that Ace had nothing but absolutely platonic feelings for Sabo. That was Ace—the best MMA fighter in the country and a phenomenal actor. It could break Sabo's heart. “Not my boyfriend.”

Whatever Sabo's expression was giving away, Marrison had the actual audacity to look sorry for Sabo, hands still hovering. Sabo quickly schooled his face into something more appropriate for the situation; that is, a cool snarl for the massage therapist, whose expression morphed immediately back to unimpressed.

“C'mon Sabo,” Ace was beginning to whine. Sabo busied himself with staring Monathan down instead of meeting those eyes turned big and beseeching. “We only have him booked for half an hour. And my shoulder actually still kinda hurts.”

The massage must've been really damn good, if Ace was pulling out the big guns already to get Sabo to capitulate. And capitulate Sabo did, clenching his fists so he didn't flip off fucking Mephistopheles over there with the trendy haircut and stupidly buff forearms. That'd be unprofessional, and definitely grounds for a bad Yelp review—Koala and Nami would absolutely kill him.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. Mamanda looked immediately smug, until Sabo yanked one of the chairs lining the side of the room forward, slamming himself down onto it with vicious abandon. “But I'm staying.”

“Wha—”

“Sure!”

Mister Forearms-with-the-Trimmed-Beard looked down at the back of Ace's head, mouth agape.

“Wouldn't you be more relaxed with your agent not in the room yoi?” he tried to coax.

“Nah, Sabo's great,” Ace hummed happily, with all the cheeriness of a man who thought every problem was uncomplicatedly resolved. “We're good in here.”

“I—”

“What's wrong?” Sabo goaded, “performance issues with an audience?”

“I am a professional,” Mantucket breathed, brows all furrowed and his big masculine face looking all serious as he started kneading at Ace's back again. Little happy huffs of pleasure were already coming from the direction of Ace's head. “I don't need a chaperone yoi.”

Especially not one as belligerent as you. Sabo heard that loud and clear.

“Professional,” Sabo snorted. “Is that what you call being fully erect since you walked in?”

“Sabo—!”

“Okay, I've had enough.”

Massage therapist was across the room in the space of a blink, wiping his hands clean on a towel and hoisting his bag up at the same time with motions of controlled fury. Ace, scrambling upright, was glaring at Sabo too (but not before, Sabo noted with satisfaction, guiltily eyeing the front of Micycle's pants, where of course there was no inappropriate sign of sexual attraction that Sabo was sure the douchebag felt toward Ace, because who wouldn't).

“Marco, wait—” Clearly realizing that this wasn't something that could be resolved in the moment (not unless Sabo did something drastic and completely unnecessary, like apologize), Ace sighed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. “I really am sorry. Um, I'll stay in touch?”

“Figuratively speaking,” Sabo couldn't help but add, inspiring a loud scoff of incredulity from Marco the Massage Therapist, the damn bastard who had to come in and be good at his job and get all those noises out of Ace all while looking like that. Never mind Sabo had called him first. Asshole had it coming.

Ace flung a towel at Sabo's face, and Sabo didn't dodge it. Out of respect for Ace.

“If I pick up the phone and he's on the other end, that's it yoi,” Marco warned Ace, standing at the door. “I'll speak to you as my patient. That's it.”

“...Okay, thank you for your time today!” Ace called weakly, as Marco's back (and what a stupidly thin shirt he was wearing) retreated down the hallway. His smile dropped away, the moment Marco was out of sight. “Great. Sabo. You dick.”

“I was protecting your virtue from an obvious creep, you're welcome.”

“Creep—you're crazy! Okay, fine, maybe I shouldn't have been yelling so loud, but he's honestly, really, truly the best one you've ever hired! That knot that's bothered me for ages? He got it out in seconds!” With a deep and beleaguered sigh, Ace flopped back onto the bed, torso still bare and vaguely glistening with oil. Sabo swallowed. “Great. Now I'll never get a good massage again for as long as I live.”

“You're such a drama queen.” And because Sabo loved Ace, he let the appropriate amount of irony suffuse his tone, getting a little chuckle in response. “Hand it here then.”

A quirked eyebrow. “What?”

“The massage oil.” Cracking his knuckles, Sabo approached the massage table, trying to examine Ace's toned body with a critical eye, not the eyes of some jerk inappropriately lusting after a man way out of his league. Marco really was a creep. “If that scrawny little man can do it, so can I.”

[marcoacesabo]

That accidental summoning story is glorious, I laughed so hard I choked XD I feel bad for all of them though. Ace away from anything he ever knew, and the blondes having to hunt him down... I foresee a lot of bullet wounds xD

Ace carefully made his way through the forest. He chooses to use the tree branches as a means of travel careful not to leave any tracks for the kidnappers. He’s not sure where he is, not sure what kind of creepy cult picked him up but it would be an embarrassment to his mercenary upbringing if he lets them catch him again.

Once Gramps find out how they caught him in the first place things will get ugly. Not only for the kidnappers but Ace himself. He can hear the lecture of trusting others now….

He knew something was funny about that restaurant, he suspected it was a front the moment he walked in but he let himself eat the sandwich they obviously drugged and now here he was. Playing the prey in two mad men's game of Dungeons and Dragons. 

The blonds dressed like wannabe wizards, complete with the pointy hats and everything. It was kind of cute, but too bad for them being crazy nutjobs kinda ruin they looks and adorable outfits.

Ace had no idea what they were saying, nor did he understand what kind of circle thing that was, but he did know that they had a collar with a chain that they wanted to put on him. For him, that was all he needed to know to bail. 

Escaping had been easy, maybe too easy, and he didn’t even want to know why a cult dressed up in realistic furry costumes were after him but Ace sure as hell wasn’t going to let them catch him.

The problem was he only had his six guns on him. Which would be an impressive number if the guns weren’t six shots each. He had his emergency back up ammo, but that brought his number of bullets to forty-two. Not a whole lot against a freaky cult that apparently had its own castle, with who knows how many cultists running in it’s walls.

Gramps had taught Ace how to shoot a man’s finger off before teaching him how to drive but even his sharpshooting wouldn’t do much once the cult brought out their own firepower.

The only other weapons he has on him are his dagger and his position throwing knives. But those won’t do much either.

He was outgunned and outnumbered. The only consolation was that clearly he wasn’t outclassed and the only reason he wasn’t playing slave to the freaks. 

His best bet right now was to find somewhere safe to regroup, then try to contact someone he knew. If he would just find a town or a phone maybe he could get Gramps to send someone over. 

But for the past hour, the only thing for miles was thick forest. Ace was starting to think this was an island which made things worst as he suspecting the only settlement was the castle he did not want to go back to. 

Hearing a sound, Ace quickly stops his branch hopping, stepping back to hide in the shadow of the branches.  Below him, the bushes shake a tiny bit signaling someone is coming.

He reaches down, pulling out two handguns, aiming them at the spot. Narrowing his eyes he waits to see what it is, finger hair space away from pulling the trigger.

A little boy breaks through the bush, falling as he attempts to force his way through the branches that have caught his clothes.

Ace’s finger never leaves their spot but the hesitation is there. The boy is young maybe around five or six. His clothes are all but rags were thrown on top of each other and he is had varies cuts and bruises.   

 Watching him move, Ace can tell, he’s untrained in any means of combat and he’s scared. A lost little boy?

The kid finally managed to pull his clothes free but the force he does so throw him off balance. He falls backward, rolling on the little hill and lays on the ground stun. 

Then he starts to cry.

Seeing enough Ace swings down, causing the kid to look up in terror. Which is fair Ace is still kinda holding one gun. He tries his best to give a smile that would put Luffy at ease as he holds his hands up  “Hey there. Are you lost?”

The kid’s face twists into confusion, but there is still a healthy amount of fear on his face. He opens his mouth shuttering out what could have been a response. But the words mean squat to Ace.  “I have no idea what you’re saying there buddy. Wouldn’t happen to speak English would you?”

The kid is trembling now, more tears rolling down his face as he crawls backward. Ace frowns, not taking another step. A child should not be that scare of an adult.  (He forgets to think about the gun in his hands since he was raised with them all around him and honestly thinks it was a normal childhood) 

He considers his options before he attempts in Spanish  “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are would you?”

The kid suddenly bursts into pleas. He may not understand what he is saying but the tone and the bowing make it pretty obvious his general message.

“Hey hey hey”  Ace waves one hand about  “I’m not going to hurt you. I-”

A shout from behind him, plus the whoosh of something being thrown has Ace springing forward, grabbing the kid and rolling out of the way of a spear. It implies itself into the ground. 

landing a control roll, he glares up at the cult that seemed to have found him. This time it’s a group of spear-wielding lions. The kid is sobbing against his chest.

“Don’t worry.” Ace aims his gun taking two shots that cripple the front two.  “I won’t let them hurt you kid.”

“Sirs the spirt was spotted at the edge of the forest near the East Human Village!” 

Sabo looks up to where the youngest of the lion cubs is kneeling, hand tightening against his spell books.  “That’s almost outside our lands. If the Spirits get out we will be held accountable for everything it does.”

Marco looks equally as troubled. “Why is it going to the village though? Humans aren’t worth stealing souls from.”

The lion cub makes a noise.  “When my squad found him he was speaking to a human child. Apparently, the boy snuck into the forest to try and find some food for his sick mother. The spirit caught him in the act and the child was begging for mercy.”

Sabo’s face tightens. Disgusting humans thinking they come could come onto his land, and steal his food. Well as soon as they wrapped up this Spirit business that village will be burned to the ground as an example. They can’t have others thinking they can do the same now, can they?

“Lead us to the battle. We have to seal away the evil spirit yoi”

The cub gives them a nod, standing from the kneel to run into the forest a hasty “This way my Lords!” over his shoulder.

 Digging his heels into the horse’s side Sabo follows in a fast gallop praying to any stars that they can win this battle. It’s when they arrive however that they know it’s useless. 

The cub lets lose a wounded noise, sounding broken as he runs over to the battlefield. On the floor Lion men lay, injured or dead he can’t tell, but Sabo feels rage the likes of which he hasn’t in a long while at the cub tries to wake his father with broken pleas.

“It got away,” Marco growls, dismounting. He walks around stopping at a tree with a familiar hole in it. The Spirts strange tube. “But it will pay for this. Sabo use some healing magic on the lion men. We can’t lose any more.”

Sabo is already mid casting hands glowing with warmth as his magic reaches out. He breathes a sigh of relief to find no one dead, quickly fixing the damage. It seems the spirt had cut them this time with a blade. 

Marco continues with a dark hiss. “I have a village I need to visit. Something tells me those humans have more than stealing to answer to.” 

In the older mages’ hand, an orange hat that they saw on the Spirit rests alongside shreds of child clothes that are obviously human making.

[authenticaussie]

can you write something with marco and sabo? sabo being angry and not wanting to be around marco? or sabo trapped somewhere and he wants ace but gets marco instead? Thank you!

references to nonconsensual drug use & sickness 

Commissions || Ko-Fi || [Requests are closed!]

It isn’t like Marco makes a habit of letting his phone ring on and on. It isn’t at all like he usually stares at the caller ID and wonders why he’s being called. It isn’t like he usually questions whether or not he should pick up his phone.

It’s just-

This is Sabo. And he’s never been called by Sabo.

He hesitates and this time Izo pays attention, wandering up to him with a frown on his face and a cup of tea in his hands. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” he asks, and Marco makes a little noise in the back of his throat, tilting the screen so Izo can see it. “Oh,” Izo says. Then, he rolls his eyes. “Why does he only ever call to yell at you?”

“Because he doesn’t like me?” Marco says in return, then quickly swipes to answer before Sabo finds another thing to get annoyed about.

Sabo’s already speaking before Marco can say a word, words tripping over each other in a staggering rush, but the way he speaks-

He sounds like he’d been talking before Marco had even picked up the phone, and it makes him frown, trying to pick up Sabo’s story. He’s about to ask Sabo to slow down when he suddenly hears a sharp hitch of breath, and he’s hit with the sudden realisation that Sabo is crying.

Sabo is crying.

“Are you okay?” he finds himself asking, unable to stop himself, and Izo’s eyes sharpen at the look on Marco’s face. Sabo’s suddenly silent, confronted by Marco’s voice, and Marco’s heart is in his throat, the faintest tinge of panic making him worry. For all that Sabo doesn’t like him, he’s still Ace’s brother, and Marco won’t let anything hurt Ace.

“’re not Ace,” Sabo mumbles, voice low and disoriented, “s’all- colours and Ace. I need- Ace, I ma- made- a mistake, I need-”

“Where are you?” Marco asks, already pushing past his brothers, and Izo’s on his heels, snagging the car keys from Marco’s hand and helping herd Marco out the door, telling their brothers to shush. Sabo’s still silent, so it’s not like the bustle that has sprung up within their house will really make Marco miss what Sabo says next, but it’s still helpful that they’re being quiet.

“I don’t-” Sabo says, and takes a shuddering breath, “know,” he says, short and sharp and fast, like he can barely get it out. He whines, shaky and pained, “I don’t know I don’t-”

Marco’s eyes go wide as he clips his seatbelt in, and Izo starts the car, gaze resting uncomfortably on Marco as he waits for an address. “Sabo, it’s okay, calm down. Are you near a street sign? Can you tell me what you see?”

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Sabo spits, but the words aren’t nearly as threatening as they usually are. Thatch slides into the back of the car, brandishing his GPS when Izo glares and opens his mouth to kick him out, but Marco silences them both with a glare when Sabo starts to talk again. “Was- was on- a job, for Dragon. And I-” Sabo goes silent again, but Marco can hear him stumbling around, falling against things as he tries to walk. He hits something hard, if his muffled grunt is anything to go by, but finally seems to remember he was talking to someone and manages to continue, “In my drink, when I was- interviewing them- gave me- something.”

He heaves, breath too fast and too shallow, but he finally manages to give Marco an address; “Was on Hardison, in the CBD. But now I- I hear the sea?”

“Hardison, by the sea,” he snaps to Izo, and then says to Sabo. “We’re coming, Sabo.”

“I don’t need-” Sabo snaps, but his voice shakes and he has to stop. When he speaks again, the softness of his words sounds like a surrender: “don’t leave.”

Awkward hesitation holds him on the phone, and Marco’s brow knits as he tries to think of what to do - of what to say to someone who sees him as an irritation, to be ignored or insulted.

Sabo suddenly gags and Marco winces, recognising the sound of someone throwing up from years of taking care of his brothers. Sabo’s breath hitches into a sob, panicked and short, and Marco grits his teeth, wishing he knew what to do to help. He can’t even call Ace like he’d planned because he doesn’t want to leave Sabo to battle this panic alone.

“Sabo-” he tries, “just stay calm-”

“Fuck you,” Sabo says, almost hysterical, but he’s taken a deeper breath and though he still sounds drunk he’s at least grabbed something to focus on.

“I don’t really put that on offer,” Marco replies easily, and this, at least, this is something he knows how to deal with. Sharp tongue and sharp mind and Sabo won’t rest until he has the last word, so maybe Marco can keep him awake and sane.

“No-one would take you up on it,” Sabo says, and Marco closes his eyes, giving a soft, thankful breath.

“That’s what you think,” he says, and can’t help but be proud that his voice doesn’t shake.

“It’s what anyone with eyes would think,” Sabo returns, but then he whimpers again, pained and fearful. Marco can’t listen and pulls the phone away from his ear, covering the microphone so that he can say,

“Izo, please.”

“It’s hard when the only direction I have is a single street name,” Izo snaps, his hands tightening around the steering wheel, and then Thatch lunges from the backseat, holding up his GPS.

“This is the only place on Hardison near enough to the docks for Sabo to hear the sea.”

Izo snatches it off him, sticking it on the windscreen and taking off down the dark streets, and Marco quickly puts the phone back to his ear, his heart aching with how Sabo’s sobs echo through the receiver.

“We’re coming, Sabo, we’re coming, I promise.”

“Ace-” he whispers, “Ace, no, you’re with Luffy-”

Marco bites his tongue, weighing in an instant the consequences of a half-truth before he says gently, “Luffy’s fine, Sabo.”

“Don’t bring him,” Sabo pleads, and Marco hears a metallic thunk and Sabo’s teeth chattering, “I don’t- can’t see me like- ah, Ace-” he stops, voice low, and Marco almost misses it when Sabo admits, “it hurts. Fuck, it hurts, I’m- scared.”

This is the first time he’s ever heard Sabo cry. He can’t help but hope that it’s also the last.

“Luffy’s asleep,” he says instead of trying to get Sabo to stop sounding like that, “he won’t see, it’s okay. Just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Concentrate on happy things.”

“What happy things?” Sabo says hoarsely, but it’s coupled with a dark laugh and Marco grits his teeth into a teasing grin. 

“Murder?“

“You’re a terrible influence,” Sabo says, but it’s too soft, too weak, too-

Izo slows and Marco’s about to snap when he notices where they are. His heart thumps painfully hard in his chest as he racks the dark streets, and when he notices the body slumped against the telephone pole ahead he barely waits for Izo to stop the car before he tumbles out. 

“Marco!” Izo calls worriedly, the car parked badly on the streetside, but there’s a hint of warning in his tone. This could be a trap, and Marco’s far too worried to be able to react quickly. He ignores the voice in his head that pleads for him to listen to Izo’s caution, however, and narrowly sidesteps a puddle of bile to kneel by Sabo’s side

“Oh you idiot,” he breathes, carefully running his hand through Sabo’s sweaty hair and waking Sabo from his feverish doze.

“Get off me, Marco,” Sabo says, but sharp words have lost their edges and his hand - and phone - only flops uselessly against Marco’s wrist as he tries to push Marco away. 

“Can you stand?” he asks, brow knit as he carefully catches Sabo’s hand, feeling it shake, and Sabo tilts his head back, the bare arch of his foot and his thigh his silent struggle to get his feet under him. Discomfort crawls up Marco’s throat, but they can’t just leave Sabo here; he needs a bed, at the very least, and Marco’s praying that he’ll consent to a check for any bad injuries, even if he won’t let the nurses take care of them. “I’m gonna pick you up, Sabo. Is that okay?”

“No, no- go away.” Sabo hisses, head lolling to the side as he stares stubbornly into the dark, “Ace is-”

“Ace is in the car,” Marco interrupts, and Sabo gives him a distrustful glare but finally nods, his lip curling as he tries to stifle a whimper. Marco can see his body shake, composure crumbling under the weight of the pain he’s in. He doesn’t stop to question why Ace isn’t by his side, thankfully, and merely gives a tiny nod, gripping tighter to Marco’s wrist. 

Carefully, Marco slides Sabo’s arms around his neck, his hand sliding behind Sabo’s back and under his knees. With a grunt he picks Sabo up, and Sabo whimpers, pressing his head against Marco’s chest. “I want to go home,” he whispers, and Marco casts his eyes to the night sky and wishes for guidance. Wishes that he knew what to do with Sabo weak in his arms, when Sabo’s previous definition of ‘weakness’ had been a single slip of the tongue or the holes in his ironclad heart that had been carved to fit Ace and Luffy.

“I’ll take you to Ace,” he says, biting his tongue, but Sabo’s eyes have already slid shut and there’s heavy pain in the crease of his forehead. Thatch hovers worriedly as Marco picks his way across the sidewalk and to the car, and even Izo has a touch of concern in his face.

“Will he be-?” Izo asks, and Marco crushes the surge of hopelessness that rises in him.

“I don’t know. Let’s just get home, okay?” 

Thatch cracks the door open for him, and Marco carefully lays Sabo in the back seat. He’s completely out of it now, and only gives a tiny, pained sob as he gets moved, curling up tightly. When Marco gets into the other side, the sight of him makes his chest clench, and he can’t help but run his hand through Sabo’s hair, watching as the tense hold on his shoulders loosens just slightly, his hand moving to grip Marco’s pant leg instead of his scraped palms.

He’s burning up, sweat collecting on his clammy skin, but Marco can feel the tremors that race through his body and how he shivers, teeth chattering.   

“Please, hurry,” Marco says as Izo gets behind the wheel, and Izo glances back at him, giving a promise with his short nod. Marco’s attention shifts back to Sabo, more words brimming uselessly on his tongue, but he finds he can’t say them; Sabo loves doing things to spite him, after all, and Marco doesn’t want Sabo’s clever tongue to twist please be okay into something that it’s not. 

He runs his hand through Sabo’s hair again, eyes caught on the tear tracks curving on his dirty cheeks, and his heart aches with what he wishes he could say.

[cyb-by-lang]

OSF AU - All the Little Children (5/?)

Part 5: Wherein an uneven fight is had and Garp is still a shitty grandparent.

Content warnings: Garp being a shitty grandparent (specifically by fist-fighting a panicked pack of preteens).

This is stupid.

Ace watched, his limbs locked in place.

The two weird kids just dove straight at Gramps even though he was so much bigger and stronger and faster than anyone else Ace had ever met. One of them had wings and the other had claws and fangs and both of them had weird pets, but they’d never win.

This is stupid.

Ace’s hands clenched on his pipe.

Whenever one of the strangers would get knocked away or through a tree or into the air, the other would cover the hole they’d left. Naruto would make copies of himself like it was nothing, trying to pin Gramps down so Fairy—Fū, her name was Fū— could break his nose or something. Either way, she just got punched and bowled ass over teakettle and it didn’t make a difference.

Sabo was tugging on his arm. Luffy had a death grip on his shirt.

And Ace couldn’t move away.

This is so fucking stupid!

One foot landed in front of the other, and the next thing Ace knew, he was running right for Gramps. Luffy and Sabo were right behind him, because they always were and took cues from him even when it was a bad idea. This was a bad idea. This entire day had been a bad idea and he had the scratches to show for it.

“DAMN IIIIIIT!” Ace heard himself scream, even as he dashed in and planted his pipe squarely in the hollow of Gramps’s knee.

The old man grunted and flinched, but not for long. The next thing Ace knew, he was flying backward and rolling across the forest floor. He got to his feet almost instantly, half-surprised that he still could. Normally, Gramps hit way harder.

And just for a second, he stared at his pipe.

Ace had never landed a solid hit before! Sure, the fox monster was chewing on Gramps’s leg and keeping him from responding to everything, but that was a clean hit!

“YAAAAAA!” Luffy hollered, landing on Gramps’s back to no effect whatsoever. If the little bug worm hadn’t been spitting silk in his ear, Luffy wouldn’t have landed on Gramps at all. He was just too fast.

“Eat dirt, you shitty old man!” screeched a new monster, small and yellow-brown with spots. It tackled Gramps’s other leg and wrapped its little arms around it, still making a ton of noise. “HOW DARE YOU HIT GAARA! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL EAT YOU FROM THE TOES UP!”

Right above the little caterwauling thing, Sabo jammed his pipe into Gramps’s elbow to throw off a punch and almost made Gramps fall down from overbalacing.

“I told you three to run!” Naruto shouted, in between more of his copies being punched out of existence over and over. He grabbed Ace’s shirt collar and tried to shove him away from the fight. “Get out of here!”

“This isn’t even your fight!” Ace yelled back in his face, “You should’ve run, too!”

“I’m really bad at running!”

“SO AM I!”

At that point, the tone of the fight shifted. Sure, Ace found some common ground with the guy who threw an animal in his face—which was kinda weird, but that wasn’t the bit that was important. Instead, tons and tons of sand ripped its way out of the ground and changed the whole clearing into something straight out of the big beaches on the edges of Dawn Island, where Ace usually didn’t go. None of their feet sank into the sand, but Gramps was trapped almost up to his knees before he threw Luffy and the little animals off.

Then a shape showed up, forming right out of the sand into the shape of a person who stalked right toward the fight.

“Stop. Attacking. My. Friends,” hissed the creepy redhead kid from last time—Gaara. His nose was a mess, worse than Ace remembered from his own fight with Porchemy, but he was still up after what might’ve been one of Garp’s punches. Freaky as hell.

“QUIT TRYING TO KIDNAP MY GRANDSONS!” the old man replied a voice that shook leaves from trees.

For a very long second, no one said anything. Everyone was frozen mid-punch or mid-flinch, or maybe mid-bite as far as the little animals went. Naruto’s jaw hung open, as did Sabo’s.

Then the orange fox said in the flattest tone imaginable, “…What.”

“That might be more convincing if you hadn’t hit that one,” said the green grub, waving its little nubs in Ace’s direction. “You’re pulling our tails, aren’t you?”

“Practically the first rule of heroism is that you don’t hit kids!” Fū said, with those orange wings buzzing like a dragonfly’s. “How can you claim to be anyone’s grandpa when you’re doing that?!”

And to Ace’s shock, Gramps actually let Luffy climb down. And didn’t instantly punch anyone. Instead, he faced down this girl less than half his size, her hands on her hips, and he crouched until he could speak directly to her face.

“I,” Gramps said, slow at first, “AM TRAINING THEM TO BE STRONG MARINES!”

“BULLSHIT!” Naruto bellowed, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fū, between Gramps and Sabo and Ace.

Luffy shot around the sand ring, propelled by Gaara’s weird power, until Sabo could grab onto him. He took a deep breath and his rubbery chest swelled up before he shouted, “I DON’T WANNA BE A MARINE! I’M GONNA BE A PIRATE!”

Ace almost pinched Luffy’s ear and pulled on it, for all the good it’d do. Even if he was serious, he didn’t have to say that to their demon Gramps’s face! He was half-tempted to cuff him over the head if he thought it’d work. But it was already out and in the air and oh boy.

They were dead.

The next few minutes were pure hell. Gramps shook off the sand and the silk and everything else keeping him stuck in place, throwing punches like there was a quota and he was behind. Ace ended up face-down in the dirt with a knot on his head in the first thirty seconds of the new fight, with Sabo sprawled across his legs. Luffy might’ve hit the ground a little later, but Ace was too dizzy to notice anything afterward.

When Ace could move again, it was afternoon instead of mid-morning and his stomach was growling like a tiger was lost in it. He sat up despite the awful headache, pressing a hand gingerly to his swollen forehead. With a hiss, he pulled his hand away and tried looking around.

The forest was a lot flatter than he remembered. The nearest trees were smashed from about Luffy’s height on up, turning the place into a stump-littered hazard zone.

“We have a live one!” said a voice that was way too close, and Ace flinched before he realized it was coming from the same green grub from before. It sat next to Sabo’s groaning face, then said, “Or two.”

Within four seconds, the fairy-girl flew out of the remaining trees and landed lightly next to him. Aside from her hair being a little messed up and her clothes being ripped in places, she didn’t look any different than before. Before Ace could ask her how, she was poking and prodding at his injuries and his face.

“Hey, hands off!” Ace managed, though his voice was a little weaker than before. He was still exhausted and bruised and she wasn’t helping.

“It’s okay, Ace,” Fū said, finally settling for bracing his shoulder with her hand. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Ace still leaned away from her. Somewhat sullen, because he couldn’t give up, he stammered, “D-don’t go thinking this—that stuff—makes up for what your friends did.” Wait— “Where’s Luffy?!”

“He’s with Naruto and Gaara,” Fū said, which really wasn’t as reassuring as she thought it was. Probably. “Can you walk?”

“’Course I can!” Ace said and shoved himself to his feet even though he swayed when he got there and his vision turned black for a bit.

“Then I’ll carry Sabo,” Fū said, and she picked up Ace’s best friend like he didn’t weigh anything so she could carry him on her back. The worm that traveled with her was already climbing up her leg by the time Ace could think of what to say next.

“What’re you gonna do with him?” Ace demanded, though she wasn’t flying away. As long as she walked, he could keep up.

“You, and me, and him, are all gonna find a place to sleep this off,” Fū replied, letting Ace walk ahead of her. “And then your asshole grandpa invited us for dinner.”

“The hell?”

“That’s what Naruto said,” Fū said in a darker voice. She sighed. “But as long as he’s hunting, he’s not beating anyone up. So it’ll have to do for now.”

“Why do you care?” Ace asked finally, frustrated. What did this crazy girl want? “If you’d just run, we’d be fine. He’s never trying to kill us for real.”

No one ever acted nice without wanting something.

Ace knew where he stood with the bandits, because they didn’t care if he fell down a ravine and died and the feeling was mutual most of the time. He put their lives in danger just by existing, so he got it, even if he hated it.

Sabo was different, because they’d needed each other and Ace wanteded someone to share his dreams with. Sabo was the first person Ace had ever tried trusting, and it had paid off enough that he could try again. Over years. At the beginning, though…

Luffy—Luffy was easy to read. He was so fucking lonely he’d grab onto anyone—but he’d chosen Ace. Had chased Ace off cliffs and over rivers and all the way to Gray Terminal, where he’d nearly died even worse than ever. Ace had almost left him, even knowing what Porchemy was like.

Fū asked, “Is it really that hard to believe that I just want to do something nice?”

“Everyone wants something,” Ace replied coldly.

“And I want to do something nice,” Fū said, smiling like there was nothing wrong in the world.

Ace looked away, grumbling, and they walked on.

[jaouad2d]

37 Places to Eat in Tokyo

On a whim, I went to Tokyo for a week. My friends and I had been talking about a food-themed trip to the city for years, and after convincing them that now was the time to cash in all our miles, we found ourselves at the airport on a cold November day with one goal: to eat as much as humanly possible.

Like me, they’d been to Tokyo before and each had a list of places to eat at. Along with our combined lists, I had received suggestions from friends, readers, and one of my favorite foodies, Mark Weins of Migrationology.

Even eating four to six meals a day, I was barely able to scratch the surface of the list of recommendations. Nevertheless, I wanted to share the combined suggestions of the community and my own investigations with you. (Those I ate at are denoted by a star.)

Afuri Yebisu (1 Chome-1-7 Ebisu, 117 Bldg. 1F, Shibuya 150-0013, +81 3-5795-0750, afuri.com) – Tom (@tjdj311 on Instagram) recommended this for yuzu-flavored ramen.

*Bifteck Kawamura Ginza (6 Chome-5-1 Ginza, Ginza MST Bldg. 8F, Chuo, 104-0061, +81 3-6252-5011, bifteck.co.jp) – At the suggestion of our hotel’s concierge, we went there in our quest for Wagyu beef. The steak basically melted in my mouth and exploded with flavor. However, I don’t think I’d go back, as I found it a bit too high-end and overpriced for me. The décor is incredible, the service over the top, and the wine list world-class — but all that is more than I needed. That said, if you want to spend money on delicious steak with out-of-this-world service, you can’t go wrong here.

BrewDog Roppongi (5 Chome-3-2 Roppongi, Minato, 106-0032, +81 3-6447-4160, brewdogbar.jp) – Recommended by Matt Chandler (@mchandler07 on Twitter), this bar has 20 craft beers on tap, 10 of which are brewed on site. So if you’re tired of sake and want some fancy beer, you probably can’t go wrong here!

CoCo Ichibanya (1 Chome-2-12 Nishishinjuku, Shinjuku, 160-0023, +81 3-3345-0775) – Recommended by Char (@charmatcha on Twitter), this ramen restaurant is supposed to offer hearty and filling ramen as well as good chicken and pork curry in a fast service environment. I haven’t been here, but I’ve been to similar places in the past.

*Genki Sushi (24-8 Udagawacho, Shibuya, 150-0042, +81 3-3461-1281, genkisushi.co.jp) – Yummy sushi, recommended by Jeremiah Cooper (@jeremiahcooperphotography on Instagram). There wasn’t anything fancy about the place — it just had solid, satisfying sushi. Very attentive service too!

Ginza Kagari (4 Chome-1-2 Ginza, Chuo, 104-0061, +81 3-3561-0717) – Bethany (@bjbitler on Instagram) suggests coming here for incredible chicken broth ramen.

*Ginza Sushi-Dokoro Shin (7 Chome-12-4 Ginza, Way Fair Bldg. 1F, Chuo, 104-0061, +03-3543-9339) – A spectacular sushi spot in Ginza. It was one of the best I ate at. The portions are huge. Go for lunch, when you get more bang for your buck. And definitely get the uni — yummy! (Suggested by Mark Weins)

*Ichiran Shibuya (1 Chome-22-7 Jinnan, Shibuya, 150-0041, +81 3-3463-3667, en.ichiran.com/index.php) – Recommended by many people, this ramen spot served one of the best meals I had my entire trip. The thick, flavorful broth is to die for. I also like how you eat in your own little private booth. Funky. Expect a wait during peak lunch and dinner times.

*Isakaya Juban (2 Chome-1-2 Azabujuban, Minato, 106-0045, +81 3-3451-6873, izakayajuban.com) – A little hole-in-the-wall izakaya restaurant (think Japanese tapas) with locals getting drunk on sake and eating tasty small plates. I was big fan of their salmon and grilled squid. They have a small English menu, but judging how my friend ordered for me, I think it doesn’t list everything, so if you see something, point at it and get it!

JBS Bar (Jazz, Blues, Soul) (1 Chome-17-10 Dogenzaka, Shibuya, 150-0043, +81 3-3461-7788) – A cool bar (recommended by Anna Klebine on Facebook) that is basically a one-man shop filled with records, whiskey, and smoke. It’s tucked away on the second level of an office/shopping plaza.

*Kakimaru (6 Chome-1-6 Roppongi, Minato, 106-0032, +81-3-5413-3689) – While catching up with my friend, we found this awesome place. There was an older couple next to us and a wedding party getting drunk across from us. As the night went on, the couple helped us pick food (try the speciality crab dish, it’s served in the shell and to die for), and the wedding party kept asking how we loved Japan and refilling our sake glasses, sang songs, and talked baseball. It was an amazing experience. The food is also outstanding. Be sure to get the oysters. Note: While Google Maps will list the restaurant as Kakimaru, when you go there the restaurant will be called Uohama.

Kanda Matsuya (1 Chome-13 Kanda Sudacho, Chiyoda, 101-0041, +81 3-3251-1556, kanda-matsuya.jp) – Bethany (@bjbitler on Instagram) also recommended this for authentic soba noodle dishes.

*Kyubey (8 Chome-7-6 Ginza, Chuo, 104-0061, +81 3-3571-6523) – Suggested by my friends, this restaurant (which has a couple of locations) offered the fanciest sushi I had in Tokyo. You sit at the bar and are served whatever the chef decides to bring (this is called omakase). It was expensive (at $150 USD) but worth every penny. Check out this video where the shrimp they served me is still moving.

Masaru (1 Chome-32-2 Asakusa, Taito, 111-0032, +81 3-3841-8356) – Daina (@headedanywhere on Instagram) recommended this as an excellent option for tempura dishes.

*Memory Lane (Nishi-Shinjuku, Shinjuku, +81 3-3342-1589, shinjuku-omoide.com) – On this tiny alley of yakitori joints, some require an entrance fee, but they are all worth it. I ate at about three of them, but I don’t remember any of the specific restaurant names.

Mutekiya (1 Chome-17-1, Minami Ikebukuro, 1F Sakimoto Bldg., Toshima 171-0022, +81 3-3982-7656, mutekiya.com) – Carly Sabo (@carly_sabo on Instagram) recommended this spot for its amazing ramen. Honmarumen is its most popular dish.

Narisawa (2 Chome-6-15 Minami Aoyama, Minato, 107-0062, +81 3-5785-0799, narisawa-yoshihiro.com) – One of the highest rated sushi restaurants in Tokyo. This was suggested to me by many people and, very sadly, I did not make it here but you probably should! I doubt it is cheap though!

*Ostrea Oyster Bar and Restaurant (8 Chome-9-15 Ginza, 8F Jewelboxginza, Chuo, 104-0061, +81 3-3573-0711, ostrea.jp) – I found this while wandering Ginza, and being an oyster lover, went in for some giant oysters. Japanese oysters are big and meaty, and the ones here were no different. They also lacked a very briny, oceany taste to them (I prefer my oysters to be more sweet than salty). The restaurant doesn’t get too busy, so you won’t have a wait.

Robot Restaurant (1 Chrome-7-1 Kabukicho B2f, Shinjuku, 160-0021, +81 3-3200-5500, shinjuku-robot.com) – There are a lot of weird restaurants in Tokyo, and I was sad I didn’t get to this one. Dinner comes with a show featuring robots, lasers, monsters, and dancers. It was recommended by just about everyone.

Rokurinsha (1 Chome-9-1 Marunouchi, Tokyo Station Ichibangai B1F, Chiyoda, 100-0005, +81 3-3286-0166, rokurinsha.com) – Located on Tokyo Station’s “ramen road,” this tasty ramen restaurant is easily to spot: it has the longest line. I didn’t eat here as I didn’t want to wait; I went to one further down the “road” and it wasn’t super good. I mean it wasn’t bad, but it made me wish I had waited here!

Shin Udon (2 Chome-20-16 Yoyogi, 1F Soma Bldg., Shibuya, 151-0053, +81 3-6276-7816, udonshin.com) – Recommended by Macaera (@macaera on Twitter), this is supposed to be great for tasty udon noodles at an affordable price.

Sometaro Okonomiyaki (2 Chome-2-2 Nishiasakusa, Taito, 111-0035, +81 3-3844-9502) – Housed inside an antique building, it is well known for its okonomiyaki (a Japanese savory pancake). Recommended by Mark Wiens.

*Standing Sushi Bar (1 Chome-12-12 Nishishinjuku, Kasai Bldg. 1F, Shinjuku, 160-0023, +81 3-3349-1739, uogashi-nihonichi.com) – Recommended by my other food guru Jodi, this standing sushi location is one of many in town. It’s great for a quick bite: you stand, eat sushi, and get out. It has a robust menu, so you can get anything you want, and a meal here will only set you back around 1,000 yen ($9 USD).

Sushi Yuu (1 Chome-4-15 Nishiazabu, Minato, 106-0031, +81 3-3403-6467, sushiyuu.com) – Lauren Michelle Stow (@lstoweaway on Instagram) raved, “Sushi Yuu was possibly the best culinary experience I’ve ever had. Expensive, but worth it. Make a reservation and ask to sit at the bar. Shimazaki-san makes the meal extremely personal and answers all your fish-related questions.”

*Sushi Zanmai (11 Chome-9-4 Tsukiji, Chuo, 104-0045, +03-3541-1117) – This sushi restaurant has locations over the city. I ended up eating at the one in the fish market on one of my last days there. The fish was fresh, the servings were large, and the staff was attentive. I can’t speak for the other locations, but this one gets very crowded around lunchtime (expect a 30-minute wait).

*Tenmatsu Tempura (1 Chome-8-2 Nihonbashimuromachi, Chuo, 103-0022, +81 3-3241-5840, tenmatsu.com/english.html) – The tempura here is well known for its lightness. It’s a small establishment with set tempura menus. The staff doesn’t speak great English (the clientele was mostly Japanese businessmen), but they were super friendly and accommodating, and the food is outstanding.

Tonkatsu Maisen Aoyama Honten (4 Chome-8-5 Jingumae, Shibuya, 150-0001, +81 120-428-485, mai-sen.com/restaurant) – A legendary tonkatsu place. Allyson (@wanderwithheart on Instagram) recommended this one.

Tonkatsu Tonki (1 Chome-1-2 Shimomeguro, Meguro, 153-0064, +81 3-3491-9928) – Recommended by Kimberly Ann (@kimberly_ann113 on Instagram), this restaurant specializes in pork tonkatsu.

Tonkatsu Wako (1 Chome-9-1 Marunouchi, Chiyoda, 100-0005, +81 3-3214-6987, wako-group.co.jp/shop/detail/3147) – This restaurant reputedly makes the best tonkatsu in town. Megan (@megameg71 on Instagram) suggested it; put her recommendation to the test.

*Tsukiji Fish Market (5 Chome-2-1 Tsukiji, Chuo, 104-0045, +81 3-3542-1111, tsukiji-market.or.jp) – This world-famous fish market, whose auction powers much of the world’s sushi supply, is truly breathtaking. You can’t get in before 10am these days, and when you do, most of the vendors are already breaking down, but it’s beautiful to walk through. All around you are fish with colors and shapes you didn’t know existed. I have never had seen more seafood I couldn’t identify. Most of the restaurants nearby source their food right from the market. Some must-eats in and around the market:

*Nakaya (5 Chome-2-1 Tsukiji, Tsukiji Ichiba Jonai 8, Chuo 104-0045, +81 3-3541-0211, tsukijigourmet.or.jp/46_nakaya/index.htm) – Located in the Fish Market itself, it’s a great place to go for a sashimi rice bowl breakfast. I loved the uni salmon bowl. (Another Migrationology suggestion)

Sushi Dai (5 Chome-2-1 Tsukiji, Tsukiji Fish Market 6th Bldg., Chuo, 104-0045, +81 3-3547-6797, tsukiji-sushidai.com/shop/honkan.html) – As it is the most famous sushi spot in the market, people line up at 4am for when it opens, and wait times can last up to three hours. I hear it’s good, but frankly, in a city with so much good fish, I wouldn’t wait three hours for a meal.

*Sushi restaurant with no English name – One of the best value meals I had the whole trip, it included a delicious 15-piece sushi lunch (1,200 yen, or $10.76 USD), with huge cuts of fish and a tasty miso soup. The restaurant is small, so try to avoid peak eating times. There’s no real good signage, but it’s the only restaurant-looking place on the street. (Another Migrationology suggestion)

*Tsjukiki Dontaku (5 Chome-2-1 Tsukiji, Bldg. No. 6, Chuo, 104-0045, +81 3-3541-9408) – A few doors down from Sushi Dai, this restaurant has a great omakase (though slightly expensive at 2,500 yen ($22.40 USD)), but the service and fish were impeccable — the uni and mackerel were some of the best I had all week. And there’s hardly a wait.

Tsuta Japanese Soba Noodles (1 Chome-14-1 Sugamo, Toshima, 170-0002, +81 3-3943-1007, ameblo.jp/yuki-onishi) – Another recommendation from Tom (@tjdj311 on Instagram); it has a Michelin star so the noodles are probably pretty out of this world. They also use truffle-infused ramen oil.

Yakitori Ton Ton (2 Chome-1-10 Yurakucho, Chiyoda, 100-0006, +81 3-3508-9454) – This tiny stall near the railroad in Yurakucho specializes in skewered pork and chicken. Suggested by Mark Wiens.

***While I can’t vouch for every suggestion on this list, I never ate a terrible meal in Tokyo (although there were some “meh” restaurants that didn’t make the list). I suspect that it’s hard to eat a bad meal in Tokyo, where even the worst thing is ten times better than what you find back home!

So the next time you find yourself in Tokyo, you won’t be short of food options! Half the fun of travel is trying something new. (If it’s someplace I didn’t make it to, let me know how it is!)

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Thanks to everyone who gave me recommendations. And special thanks to Mark for being my Tokyo food ninja. You can check his blog for more posts on Tokyo and food in general.

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CONTINUATION MAGIC FAMILY AU

Hello !, I have come to bring you a second part of the familiar AU that I presented several weeks ago! I am very glad that you have liked them and I thank all those who waited for him. Many thanks to MarcoAceSabo for helping me again and posting it. If anyone wants to write something about this it is free to do so! I just want to be tagged or warned me by message so I can read it too! XD

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Ace glared angrily at his new masters through his silver eyes.

He hated those guys.

They had simply snatched away his freedom and separated him from his prized baby brother to satisfy their selfish desires. Speaking of Luffy, he had to return to his side soon, for the boy must have recovered from the fever by now but needed to take care of.

God knows that if someone is lucky enough to survive eating a devil’s fruit, they can’t do such a thing twice, even by accident.

And Luffy is very prone to accidents.

“Is something wrong Kitten?” You look worried” Sabo says quietly, examining him with those dark blue eyes.

“Don’t call me that!  I have a name, I’m not some pet or a whore! “Ace screams, hissing as he lets his teeth take on the form of fangs to emphasize his point.

“Name?” Marco says interested, sitting on one of the expensive looking furniture “Has he been given a name too?”

“I’m Ace” he responds sharply and becomes a large black dog, as an affirmation that he does not want to talk to them.

They both launch forward without fear and Ace shrinks unwillingly when they touch him.

“Well Ace. We would appreciate some of your collaboration, you are a magnificent creature after all, "Marco says as he examines his body.” We are immensely happy to have found you.”

Ace does not respond, instead, he was trying to control his tremors, as they run their magic covered fingers through his fur.

He had not seen such strength since Rouge.

She found him many years ago, wandering through the damn forests, as a wild, wild change, and over the years she had tamed him to the point where Ace offered to make a contract with her and be her servant.

She looked after him with affection and care, almost like a son, and then gave him the greatest gift he would ever be able to afford. She gave him a part of her human soul, just enough so that he could achieve self-consciousness and humanity.

She had been killed by a mighty curse and Ace had taken over her orphaned son (Luffy) promising to take care of him until he became strong enough to defend himself.

Ace refuses to eat for several days, and his fur (because he still refuses to take his human form in front of them for too long) looks faded and somewhat thin. A plate with a huge fresh fish appears before him, and although it looks delicious he refuses to take a bite.

He grunts again when his gaze collides with the cat toys around him. A scratch pool, a chase bug wand,  along with a wool ball. He remembers how much he spat and scratched those silly wizards when they were given to him.

… he really likes playing with those things (Luffy played with him, all the time) but he will not do it in front of his enemies.

Sabo sits down in front of him with concern, trying to caress the plush black cat’s, but he receives a hiss and an attempt to claw.

“Ace? You have to eat, kitten. We do not want you to get sick … do not you like fish?” he says, putting a dish with a delicious chop rib and the familiar feels his mouth water “eat a little, please …”

Ace is confused by the sincere concern emanating from the statement of the youngest magician. He needs to see Luffy, take care of him, not be in this mansion following the whims of these idiots.

He hesitantly approaches the plate with the fish and tentatively bites the meat, melting by how fresh and delicious it is. He starts eating as if his life depends on it and Ace soon feels a hand that caresses his head a little.

There is a nice and sudden electrifying touch, and Ace is confused for a moment, before hissing at the wizard, scratching his fingers.

What had that been?

“ouch” the other complaints, pulling back his hand with a small wince but it’s nothing serious.

“Sabo? Are you okay dear?”

“It’s nothing Marco, just a little scratch, it was my fault for touching him so suddenly.”

Ace simply escapes, too confused by the delicious shivers that ran down his spine.

The shapeshifter pressed between the bars of one of the windows of the house, making no sound. His little legs ran quickly to the exit of the mansion, and he had not even taken ones step on the stairs when he felt an annoying touch on his spine, right where the tattoos were, which slowed him down.

Soon a pair of hands took him by the back of his neck, raising him off the ground.

“And just where are you going?” Marco asks quietly, beginning to enter the house again.

Ace has refused to take his human form and although Sabo and Marco have insisted they wanted to see it again, he has refused with grunts, hisses and scratches.

The shapeshifter moved in his hand, escaping from his hold and returning to enter the house again.

He did not want to be around those people.

“Ace, could you come here, please? We have something to ask”

Even if he wanted to refuse, he found himself walking to meet them almost automatically.

When, after many caresses and pampering, they explained to him that he was being assigned a mission, he felt the inexplicable need to be useful to them. He couldn’t refuse them.

Maybe it was part of the contract? He didn’t know but he set out anyway.

The shapeshifter runs through the fields of the magician’s mansion that Sabo and Marco had asked him to spy on. Apparently, they had suspicions that the sorcerer living in those lands was a necromancer and if so, they had to stop him.

Necromancy was forbidden under extreme penalties.

Ace took the form of a black rat, aware that it was something common in the old castles and prayed inwardly that there would not be a cat prowling around the lair because it would ruin his disguise.

He walked through the most hidden holes, and managed to reach a huge room, full of square doors like cupboards.

“Kishishishishi …” A strange man laughed, and Ace hid behind a wall. “How are my kids today?” He asked as he stared at the doors, confusing Ace.

“ Absalom? I need you to help me with something.”

Strangely inconsistent steps crept to the living room and Ace was horrified when he saw a man mingled with a lion. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, obviously dead.

“The body of Hogback and Cindry will go first,” he said, and the walking corpse obeyed, opening the doors and pulling out two stretchers with immobile bodies that seemed to have been torn apart and reattached together.

The man hammers some nails into the bodies, beginning to pray in unknown languages and after several minutes the bodies moved, like winged puppets with invisible threads.

He didn’t  need any more evidence, Ace just had to go out and take the information home to … Marco and Sabo.

However, as soon as he had left his hiding place to sneak out to the outside of the castle, something took him by the tail and lifted it.

It was a sticky, black substance that looked identical to the sorcerer.

“puag, a rat! They eat my precious corpses” The man hisses angrily.

Realizing that the other was going to get rid of him, he immediately changed form.

And he fights.

Marco and Sabo were worried, a lot.

Their dear familiar had left for a simple mission to the house of Moria, wanting to verify the rumors about his necromancy.

With his changing power, he could easily pose as an unimportant animal and then return home to inform them of what he had found.

But it had been almost a week since he was supposed to return.

They could not go by themselves to the place of Moria as that would break the pact of non-aggression, which they had until failure to the meet laws were verified.

The door opened and they immediately ran to meet the magical creature.

“Ace!” They called horrified when they saw him.

He was in human form, bleeding from several wounds all over his body, his face was a mixture of red and purple and he held his left arm as if it were broken.

He fell at their feet as soon as he saw them.

Ace woke up in a comfortable bed, his back resting on a feather mattress and his wounds bandaged and healed. His body ached but it was bearable and he remembered all the events that had led him to be in the situation he was in.

The necromancer and taking the wrong way to leave his lair.

Little by little he also noticed the hands of the magicians who called themselves his masters, applying healing potions on his wounds with delicacy.

He tried to growl but there was only a pained animal moan. The wizards looked at him, expressions filled with concern, and sighed with relief when they saw him awake.

“Gods thank you … we are so happy”  Marco’s hand caressed Ace. “What happened over there, Ace?” Did Moria do this to you?”

Carefully they gave him some water to drink and after a few minutes of rest, he could tell what happened in the lair of the other magician.

“Shit we’re sorry Ace. It was just a mistake, you did an amazing job, kitty”  Marco smiled “ it’s Moria who must pay for everything he has done to you”.

“We’re happy to have Ace back,” Sabo replied, stroking behind his ears even though he was in his human form. “It was us who failed to protect you, which, of course, will never happen again.”

The eyes of both magicians darkened.

“Moria is going to pay dearly for having hurt our precious partner”

Ace felt a strange shudder at the words. Did they care about him? He had thought that they only saw him as a tool of utility and experimentation. But now, seeing their faces so worried and their care diligent … he may have begun to doubt a bit.

Only a little.