#in a café with Sabo

[emergency-op-blog]

Hii, your art gave me an idea for a fanfic ( ＾ω＾ ). The fanfic is posted under the cut.

About the fanfic: "you" perspective, generally gender-neutral, except for the name, which is written like so <name> so readers can change the name if they like (⌒‐⌒).

There's also a bit about eating pork, so if you don't eat pork, you can skip or ignore that part (/--)/.

You were just sitting in a café, enjoying your day off when, suddenly, a handsome blonde man sits down on the chair opposite you. You stare at him in mild surprise, your mouth slightly ajar.

"It's a good day for coffee and tea, no?" are the first words out of his mouth. He pulls his top hat down as a group of Marines run past, hiding his scarred face from view. He also angles his body sideways.

"W-What? Who...?" you try to ask.

But before you could finish your question, the unknown man pulls up the front of his top hat, gracing you with his brilliant smile, then he gestures to a waiter passing by. "Hey, do you mind getting me earl grey tea? If you don't have those, black coffee is good too." After saying that, he turns to you and asks, "How about you? What would you like to have?"

Spluttering, you make a fool of yourself as you struggle to find the words to ask this man who he was or why he was sitting across you and talking to you like you two had a prior appointment.

The man just laughs and pats you on the shoulder. "I know. It's a little hard to believe, isn't it? But yeah, I am waaay more handsome than I look in those bounty posters."

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, shocked to hear that this man was a criminal.

Seeing as you were still unresponsive, the man laughs and waves for the waiter, gesturing, saying, "Yeah, sorry about that. Think they'll order later. Thanks, bud!"

The waiter finally leaves.

You blankly stare at the man and, finally getting your system to work, you ask, "Who are you and why are you here? If you think you can mooch off of me or-or-or use me in a criminal way, then you have another thing coming!"

The man blinks, surprised. Then he busts out laughing, cluthing his stomach. His personality seemed so carefree to you and so contrary to his get-up: top hat, long coat, and boots; that you would think this man was a gentleman, a real one from the upperclass, but he seemed to just be wearing it as a costume, like he was playing pretend. Or maybe that's just his style, who knows?

"Excuse me..." The waiter comes back and sets down the man's order. "Earl grey tea for you, sir."

"Thanks!" The unknown man takes a sip. "Mm~ that hit the spot! It's a reaal cold morning today, huh!" He eyes you, over the rim of the teacup, as he takes another sip. "How about you? Aren't you getting something?" he asks, setting his cup down.

The waiter and the man look at you.

You sigh. "Yeah, um, that would be a café latte for me, with extra milk, please." Your stomach rumbles from hunger. "And some bread... Um, maybe some bread and soup? Not a bread bowl, though. Please, spare me from that."

The waiter laughs a little. "Alright, so that would be a café latte with extra milk, plain bread, and soup." The waiter bows before leaving you two alone again.

When you look at the man, you notice he's staring at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"What?" you ask, slightly miffed.

He shakes his head. "Nothing, but you did remind me how hungry I am." He grins, and you swear you remember seeing that same smile somewhere before, somewhere that's also a bounty poster.

"Huh. So what's your name?" you ask, resigning to your fate, to a quiet day out interrupted by a criminally-inclined stranger. 'Let's just hope he doesn't make me pay for his drink too, or at the very least, make me a hostage or something,' is what you think.

He takes off his top hat and rests it on the table, a pristine glass-topped steel table in a trendy café in France street. His hand messes up his curly hair, which was already quite messy to begin with, before looking at you and answering, "The name's Sabo. And you?"

You're quiet for a second, thinking about where you heard that name before. Then you shake your head, unable to remember. "I'm <Priscilla>, but my friends just call me <Princess>."

He laughs suddenly. After wiping a tear from his eye, the one not surrounded by scarred skin, he answers, "<Princess>, really?"

You frown. "Is there something wrong with my nickname?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, it's great! Your friends have amazing taste!" He says that but he laughs again, even almost spitting out the tea he was drinking.

You huff and roll your eyes at the man. "Excuse me, at least I have a nickname!"

He nods. "Right, right, having a nickname is better than nothing." He smiles, the twinkle in his eye growing.

That doesn't look too good.

But before you could elaborate on your thoughts, the waiter comes back with your food and drink.

At the smell of the soup, your stomach grumbles louder this time. Remembering you decided to have breakfast outside your apartment for once, you decide to ignore Sabo, the stranger interrupting your alone time, and instead focus on filling up your complaining stomach.

While you eat, Sabo goes quiet. He simply sits there and sips his tea. Eventually, the waiter comes back with his order, which is (surprise surprise!) the same as yours. He digs in as well, glancing at you from time to time.

You, on the other hand, are too focused eating the delicious warm soup (and was that a bit of pork meat in the soup?), enjoying your bread, and gulping down the café latte with extra milk.

After eating, you're left with a bit of latte, perfect for drinking slowly while your food digests.

Finally, you look at Sabo. Only then do you realize he's already eaten like three-four-five servings of... huh? Was that a bigger plate? What did he eat?

Looking at the stack of plates across you, you gulp your nervousness down before asking, "Are you going to pay for all of that?" You gesture at the plates with your finger.

He nods, looking at you strangely. Then his eyes light up and he starts laughing, covering his eyes while he does. "What? Did you think... that I was going to make you pay?" He continues to laugh.

The other patrons look at the two of you, their own quiet times interrupted.

You bow, apologizing, and they eventually move on. Sighing, you turn to Sabo with a fierce glare before whispering harshly, "What was I supposed to think? You mentioned a bounty poster and I--" Suddenly, you slap a hand over your mouth.

"Ahh! So it was that..." Sabo shakes his head. "Come on, don't you know me? I'm Sabo, the second-in-command of the Revolutionaries." He stretches his arms out, gesturing. "Did you think I would make a civilian pay for my meal?" He shakes his head again, looking disappointed.

Your jaw drops. "The--The Revolutionaries!?" Your hand, reaching for your cup of latte, shakes. 'That is even worse...How would I even get out of...'

Your thoughts are interrupted by his concerned gaze, his hand hovering over your own. "Are you alright?"

Suddenly, you're shaken out of your fears, the man in front of you just being so... so carefree... so free. You gulp and reply, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. Just glad I don't have to spend my entire paycheck on a single meal."

He laughs, boisterous yet gentleman-like, leaving you wondering how he does it.

The waiter arrives with a little tray, delivering you your bill.

"But I didn't..."

"I asked for it. Don't worry," Sabo says. He hands the waiter some bills and tells him to keep the change, that it's his tip. Then he turns to you, extending a hand out. "Let's go?"

You shake your head, not getting it. "What do you...?"

You watch the waiter gawk at the amount of bills he was given. Then, the waiter thanks Sabo, even bowing deeply, before leaving you two.

"I'm sorry. Where are we going?"

He chuckles this time. "On a walk, of course. It's healthy to go on walks after a meal, yes? Besides..." He steps closer to you. "I don't know what you think of the Revolutionaries, but we're not bad people who dine and dash." He grins.

You blink. Subconsciously, your hand reaches for his, and you only realize this once he firmly holds your hand. "What?" You stare, shocked, at your treacherous hand.

Sabo just laughs. "Well then, <Princess>. Let's go on a trip, shall we?" He pulls you out of your cushy seat. With his other hand, he puts on his top hat.

The two of you walk down the street and, immediately, catch the eyes of some patrolling Marines.

"Shoot! They're still here?!" After saying this, Sabo suddenly hoists you up. Although instead of carrying you like a princess, he carries you like a bag of potatoes, slung over his shoulder.

"Hey! What do you think you're... Ahh!" You scream as he jumps up, inhumanely high at that, and, landing at a rooftop, promptly begins to jump from one rooftop to another. You scream all throughout, begging him to take the streets like a normal person.

He laughs all the while. "Sorry, <Princess>. This way's faster. Besides, you're safe with me. I promise." He winks.

Your heart skips a beat, although it might also be because of the way you two are travelling, so you scream, slamming your fists on his back, "You jerk! Put me down, right now!"

And that was the start of your, rather, eventful day off, as well as the beginning of your transition to a less cushy way of life, but not one any less joyful or fun.

Thank you for reading this far. I am truly grateful (T^T). Reblog and leave a comment (whether in the tags or as text) if you like (*´-`).

Bye-bye!

Another one pretty old op sketch

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Hi! Hi! Would it possible to request a Sabo with a female s/o who is with the straw hats? His s/o being Luffy's no.1 protector/babysitter since day one. Them meeting and eventually falling inlove! Luffy having both overprotective brother and future sister in law now

🎩Sabo🎩

Word Count: 921

I did my best with what I was given, I struggled a bit but I think I am happy with what I wrote Please enjoy

Sabo sat at a small café waiting for the Straw Hats to appear. He had wanted to celebrate with his brother, his new bounty.   A strange celebration but Luffy was one step closer to their dreams and it was worth celebrating for though it was difficult finding a place that accepted pirates, he sipped his coffee as the growing excitement was churning in his stomach.

A large body almost knocked him down wrapping around his body. He grinned back at Luffy whose rubber body tightly wrapped around his. “SABO!!!”  Luffy shouted rubbing his cheek on his brother’s cheek.

“Luffy,” Sabo said putting down his tea, he rubbed his brother’s hair excited to see him finally.

“Luffy,” a female voice called after him before seeing a beautiful woman before him. “Don’t cause a scene,” she looked concerned as she put her arms on her lips and pouted.  It caused his heart to do a backflip. He smiled clearing his throat and stuck out his hand in greeting.

She took his hand gave it a gentle shake and smiled, her whole face lighting up, “Your Luffy’s older brother?” He couldn’t help but notice her ear changing a slight color.

“And you are Luffy’s newest member of the Straw Hat,” he remembered seeing her wanted poster with the Straw Hats

“She is amazing,” Luffy agreed finally unwrapping Sabo and started treating himself to some snacks that were on the table.

“She sounds like it,” Sabo said sharing a secret look with her. He loved how she smiled at his brother. She seemed unconcerned when she stole her food, “Where is the rest of the Straw Hats?” he noticed the missing crew members.

“They had other things to do,” Luffy answered with a mouthful of food.

“Luffy it is rude to talk with your mouthful,” she shook her head.

The conversation changed Luffy was talking about his brother and his childhood, he found enjoyment in talking about Luffy’s childhood, but he loved hearing new stories about her adventures with Luffy. She seemed like she took the older sister role watching over Luffy when he wasn’t around and getting him out of trouble.

After the day ended Sabo found himself thinking about her as he sat alone in the room. He found his heart hammering hard in his chest. He was unfamiliar with this feeling as he could only see her smile on his face, how she brightened when talking about Luffy. How she pouted when Luffy didn’t listen to her and got in trouble. Or how her brows furred together when lecturing Luffy on his safety.

 He soon found himself planning more meetings with her, Luffy tagging along for the first half of the meeting before leaving them alone. The conversation flowed easily he loved how protective you were of his brother, how she shared stories about Luffy but also herself. How much larger heart she had. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he had fallen in love with her.

“I love you,” he expressed his words one day at the café. He was sitting at the café again looking over the newspaper. The Straw Hats were the headline inside was a picture of her. Luffy was crumbling to the ground struggling to stand up, anger burning in his eyes and she was holding Luffy's arms wrapped around him determination to protect his younger brother and his dream.

She paused putting down her tea surprised to hear the words slip out of Sabo’s mouth as he was struggling to find more words. He sighed brushing his glove fingers over his blond hair before he grinned, he couldn’t take it back he did love her.

“I love you too,” she finally said brushing her fingers over his scar.

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh @ghostfacefricker6969 @harahettania @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 23: First, Finally.

You and Ace had gotten back home with enough time to clean up, and grab another nap. You’d blame Ace, but with a lot going on, and a lot more to do, the extra rest was the best thing you could do with the time you had. Ace just made it easier to nap because he was so warm.

Once it drew closer to the time you needed to meet with Ichiji, you got ready properly. Sabo was going to come along as well, not just to support you, but also to keep Ace in check if things went south. Sabo’s car was also a little more inconspicuous than Ace’s older orange truck.

“I haven’t been disowned, or disavowed.” Sabo says as he’s driving you to the café where you’re going to meet with Ichiji. “If anything goes sideways, leave it to me to resolve it.” He says, his eyes on the rear view mirror for a moment until Ace grunts. “I’m serious, Ace.”

“I know!” He barks, arms folded across his chest. “I’m just here for moral support.”

“Even though you’d rather light him on fire.” Sabo teases.

“He’d survive.” Ace grumbles.

“You can’t harm a royal, Ace.” Sabo nearly growls.

“I most certainly can,” Ace emphasizes. “But I won’t, not unless it comes down to him or us.”

“It won’t.” Sabo asserts, but you see his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

“It won’t.” You agree. “Sanji said something earlier this morning that has me thinking Ichiji never meant to agree to this in the first place.”

“Oh?” Sabo prompts.

“In two months him and his family are going to be leaving this island.”

“Yeah, Germa as a kingdom is mobile, they don’t-.”

“They travel a lot.” You point out, cutting off Sabo a little. “And Ichiji was aware of my illness, to my knowledge, from the beginning.” Understanding dawns on Sabo’s face.

“I’m not picking up what you two are on about.”

“Travel’s rough, especially on someone with a chronic illness.” You explain, looking back at Ace. “Ichiji wasn’t going to stop traveling because of me, he couldn’t. His entire kingdom is built around traveling. I’m the worst match possible. Even if some miracle drug made me less weak I’d still be a liability.”

“What do they get by agreeing to everything then?” Ace questions.

“They might have been planning to levy accusations against Mom and Dad from the beginning.” You admit with a shrug. “Ichiji could end up being happy to hear what I’m going to tell him today.”

“They could also be using it as bargaining leverage with another family.” Sabo explains. “Getting a better dowry or contract with someone else by leveraging my sister and our family. They could’ve just been bored and not inclined to decline the request from my father, too.”

“… That’s - all of that is messed up.” Ace says after a moment and you and Sabo can’t helped the clipped, jaded laughs that escape you.

You take a deep breath and try to relax as you get closer to the destination. It was a small café, in the downtown area, and because it was Sunday almost no one else was around. When you approached with both Sabo and Ace behind you, Ichiji stood up from the table he’d been waiting at, and came over to meet all of you.

“You come with ill-tidings, it seems.” He says evenly. With the shades on it’s hard to say who he’s looking at, but you’re certain he’s got his eyes on everyone. His expression and body language match his words, he’s not surprised, but he also doesn’t appear to be upset either. “Something with more weight to it than a simple cancellation.”

You nod. “We can sit, if you prefer, Prince Ichiji, but I intend to get to the point quickly.”

He’s quiet for a second, and doesn’t move. “By all means.” He prompts.

“My parents, I assume through no conscious malicious intent on their part, have incorrectly informed you of my situation.” You say, keeping your eyes steady. “The new medication has revealed I am not chronically ill at all. I am, instead -

“-cursed.” You and Ichiji say the word at the same time. It takes every ounce of control you have not to flinch. The cold surety in his voice made your stomach knot.

The smile that pulls at the corner of his mouth seems more amused than anything else. “There was only one thing that you could say that would be so definitive.”

You feel yourself relax slightly. “I suppose that’s true.” You admit, but there’s something that sits uncomfortably inside you. His logic is sound, but he was so certain. You could’ve said that you were dying, or adopted, or any number of things that would have been just as effective as being cursed.

“All I need now is proof.” He says and your brows knit a little. You can hear Marco in the back of your head being adamant about only changing when completely out of sight. Like in the basement, or out in the middle of the field where you and Ace had been.

“One’s curse is very personal.” Sabo says, voice barely neutral. You’re certain he’s concerned about the same secrecy as you.

Ichiji inclines his head. “Certainly, but you understand that I wouldn’t want to be ill-informed on something so important.”

You looked around. The street was empty, no one was paying the four of you any mind, and a few glances in the immediate vicinity didn’t give you any signs of cameras nearby. You shift your weight and look into the café, and at most, you see a camera pointed toward the door, and one toward the register. Your body blocked the line of sight from inside, and you could use Sabo and Ichiji for the rest.

“It’s not an official inquisition.” Sabo insists, but you put your hand up.

“No, it’s okay. He has a valid point. No one’s going to want the fact of my curse to be official public knowledge. There’s no way for him to know without proof.” You agree, keeping your eyes on Ichiji as you concentrate on changing only your arm. Ace and Sabo move at the same time, and provide more cover with their hats.

You wiggled the white feathers before reverting back to your arm.

“Zoan.” Ichiji says, and there’s a disgust in his voice you’re relieved to hear.

“I am a shame to the honor of nobility.” You say flatly. “I’m new to the news myself, and have not yet informed my family. You owe me nothing, but I would appreciate time enough for me to do so properly.”

A faint show of emotion slips over Ichiji’s face. Something torn between anger and disgust, held back and tempered by who knew what. You were almost expecting him to lash out and physically beat you in front of the café.

Instead, after the longest moment you think you’ve ever experienced thus far in your life finally passes, he relaxes, and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out a small drive he hands it over to Sabo, and it’s obvious from the tilt of his head, he’s pointedly ignoring you and Ace.

Well, he was likely not acknowledging Ace at all from the beginning.

“She’s right. I owe you nothing, but your parents have left a foul taste in my mouth long before now. When you deliver your news to them, you should include that as well.” He suggests, turning and walking away without so much as a farewell afterward.

You and Ace look to one another before looking to Sabo. Your brother shrugs, looking at the drive in his hands. You already had enough evidence against your parents to see yourself absolved of them, even without needing to officially admit to your curse. Even if you were okay with officially stating your curse, the simple truth was that the government was more likely to bury any record of it anyway.

Hopefully without burying you as well.

“What do you think it is?” You question finally, as the three of you head back to Sabo’s car.

“A virus.” He shrugs. “We’ll have to dig up an older computer and make sure it can’t connect to anything else.”

“Do you think he bothered to dig up dirt on your parents?” Ace questions, and you shrug.

“He’s smart, and I wasn’t exactly proper about my emotions, concerning the change in medication.” You buckle in as you tuck the small drive away. “I can’t imagine a royal deciding to dig into our family after already entering into an agreement with them. They would’ve done digging before hand to sate any concerns or curiosities.” You shake your head. “Ichiji is entirely too pragmatic. The idea that he was either concerned or curious about my well-being at all seems inane.”

“The idea that he was truly upset at the fact of our mother poisoning you does sound absurd.” Sabo agrees, even as he sighs heavily. “But, if like you said, the plan was for them to leverage things falling apart, then it would make more sense. The more he could prove about the situation, the more leverage he would have.”

“True, but as a royal, compared to our family, how much proof would he really need?” You retort. “If he truly wished, he could’ve levied any accusation with nothing but his family’s seal to back it up.”

Silence falls over the three of you for a while, stomachs collectively knotting over the possibilities. Sabo was trying not to rush the return home, but concern and curiosity were giving him a bit of a lead foot.

“What if…” Ace pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What if it’s related to the fire?”

“That,” you start to say that would be impossible, but your throat goes dry before you can really say anything. The fire had been shrouded in its own kind of mystery. There was nothing that explained why the building had caught on fire in the first place. The official statement was an indeterminable electrical failure, but almost the entire building had already been evacuated because most people had contracted food poisoning.

Sabo had been firm about not leaving you unattended afterward, but with everything else you had almost completely forgotten about the concern.

Whatever was on the drive, you hoped it had nothing to do with the fire. The idea that someone was willing to effectively demolish an entire office building, and risk the lives of the people in it, just to get to you, was terrifying.

[sparkles-oflight]

Gola

New BoKris fic hehe.

So...this is like a follow-up to "Romeo and Juliet" (you don't need to read but it's just so you know).

Fluff :D

Synopsis: This is my take on how Kris got Bojan to stay in the band after their hiatus (highly inaccurate because the information about this event is all over the place)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

“Saturday, at 10 am.” That’s what they agreed on.

It was 10 am. No sight of Bojan.

Kris sat down at the café terrace... Patiently waiting.

It had been a little over a week since he had been with Bojan. He told him to wait on his decision to leave the band for a while longer because he was going to try and convince him to stay once, and only once.

“And try you will”, Bojan told him, and that sentence has played in a loop in his head ever since.

- Hey. – Kris heard a voice coming from behind.

He looked at his “date” who smiled as he sat down, immediately taking a cigarette out.

- Sorry for being late, I was talking to the producer to wait for just a little longer. – he offered Kris a cigarette, but he refused given he didn’t want to smoke where people could recognize him – I can show you some of the songs I’ve been writing after this.

Bojan glanced at the table: there were two coffee cups, both empty.

- How long have you been here?

- I just got here, the table was just dirty. – Kris lied.

He had been there for about an hour because he couldn’t wait in his home for this meeting... It was his one chance. Bojan chose to ignore the fact that no waiter came to pick up the dirty cups or that the table shook because of Kris' legs' frenetic movement and proceeded.

- So... I’m assuming there’s no song? I don’t see your guitar.

- I figured that would be too on the nose. – Kris smirked.

- What do you have planned for me?

Kris took out his phone, and a pair of earphones and put them on Bojan’s ears.

- I want you to close your eyes and imagine whatever you feel like it makes sense. – Kris told him – but I also want you to think of the sensation you felt when this happened.

Kris pressed the play button on his phone and a voice recording started playing.

“Wait wait wait” Kris’ voice played on Bojan’s phone “I’m just setting this here. Done! Ready when you are!”

“One, two, three” Bojan counted, and Kris started playing on his acoustic guitar.

Bojan remembers that day. He was - and is – stuck composing Gola and he and Kris were trying to find a way to work out the song by simplifying and figuring out what to do next from then onwards.

“Zimsko jutro, hladno gre skoz mene”, a winter morning seeps through me coldly, “Pojejo ptički pesmi pridušene”, the small birds are singing muffled songs, “Ti pa gola tečeš čez valove”, and you're running over the waves naked, “Brez odziva na poglede vse surove”, not minding all the nasty looks.

Bojan felt a hand in his... He wanted to see Kris’ face, so he opened his eyes slightly. Kris had closed his and he was mouthing the words along... He was really into it, wasn’t he? Did he memorize this audio? How many times had he listened to it?

“Gledaš v sonce, svetloba te ne moti”, you're staring into the sun, unbothered by the light, “Prihaja konec ti pa tečeš mu nasproti”, the end is coming and you're running towards it, “Ne skrbi te kaj za sabo boš pustila v trenutku na vse boš pozabila”, You don't care about what you'll leave behind, you'll forget it all in a moment.

Bojan remembers writing this song for his girlfriend at the time, but then they broke up and he lost his inspiration to write the rest...

“Neki se dogaja dej mi zmer utrip”, something's happening, check my pulse, “Berem ti iz ustnc kakšen je tvoj tip”, I'm reading your lips, I know what your type is, “Zdej gledava se, gledava se”, now we're looking at each other, looking at each other, “Čakam da se zgodi”, I'm waiting for it to happen.

He had avoided this song for so long because... he needs a muse.

“I don’t know more”, Bojan, in the recording, jokingly sang.

“What if we go like this?”, Kris played a little bit.

“Boo, too angsty. What about this?” and they went back and forth until they had the final version.

“When will you work on lyrics?”

“I’ll get them by the end of the week. Just gonna study for my finals first.”

“Promise, Bojči?”, he joked.

“Promise, Krisko.” and the recording ended there. Bojan never came back with the lyrics and after months the song is still unfinished.

When Kris opened his eyes, he saw Bojan put his cigarette into the ashtray and he noticed his red cheeks.

- Bojan, are you blushing?

- Sorry, I just... – he looked around – Can we go somewhere else?

After paying, they went back to Kris’ house and settled themselves in the garage. Bojan looked mesmerized at Kris as he tuned the guitar. They were really doing this, uh? Finish “Gola”?

- Why are you using your old guitar? – Bojan asked.

- It just feels appropriate... I started playing guitar with you, so my first acoustic guitar should be used for this.

- Wait, there’s something inside. – Bojan reached for it but was stopped by Kris.

- It’s the receipt.

- Come on, Kris. You are not returning the guitar after so long. Also, receipts aren’t that big.

Kris took a letter out of the guitar.

- I’ll give you this letter when we fill Stožice.

- WHAT!? THAT’S NOT FAIR!

- You don’t believe we can do it?

- I believe we can do it! But I’ll forget about it until then! – he pouted.

- Then stay in the band and we can do this journey together.

- Deal. – Bojan said it imminently – And I hope you keep that letter intact.

- It won’t leave the guitar, promise.

- Hello, Bojan. – Kris’ mom entered the room – Do you want to have dinner with us?

- Of course. – he smiled.

- He’ll take any opportunity to not cook. – Kris commented.

- Hey!

- But it’s true!

That night, Bojan finished Gola next to Kris, and Kris’ mom invited Bojan to stay the night. His mom called him “Kris’ boyfriend” and when a flustered Kris protested saying “That’s embarrassing!”, she replied with “Then you don’t want him sleeping here?” which led him to insist Bojan slept there.

Now, lying next to each other, Kris asked him.

- What did you feel when you heard that recording?

- I felt like I wanted to compose music with you guys for the rest of my life. - Bojan turned to him and grabbed his hand – Everything I wrote without you was soulless... I don’t want that.

Bojan kissed Kris on the cheek.

- I’m sorry for leaving you. That was so stupid of me.

Kris hugged him and they both fell asleep in that embrace...

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Afternote: ✨I don't know what to write here ✨

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[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 4: Sorted

Against your wishes, or rather, before they even asked for your opinion, Luffy and Ace had called all the places you worked and had reorganized your schedule. Not that you could give them credit for the new schedule, apparently Eustass had taken over that in the middle of the makeshift conference call the boys had set up and done most of the heavy lifting.

You weren't going to work at Robin's flower shop for the next week, and you only had a couple shifts at Sanji's café. No deliveries with Zoro - while Zoro was strong, the deliveries themselves were the issue. It was a security nightmare, and everyone was trying to keep you safe. Most of your shifts were going to be tucked in the back of Eustass' body shop doing bookkeeping and paperwork.

Easily defensible, and it kept you out of sight the most. Plus, you got to sit while you worked, and after the whole ordeal with Trouble and the Break-in at your place, you were actually relieved to be able to take it easy a little.

Two days later you were organizing the paperwork for Eustass' shop, humming a little song to yourself and starting to feel a little antsy. You'd had one short 2-hour shift at Sanji's shop to help with rush hour, and everything else had been here so far.

"Hey Mouse, how're you holding up in your new mouse hole?" Eustass asks, coming into the back office for the first time that day. He was covered in grease smears, and had a series of parts over one shoulder, wiping his grimy hands onto a nearly equally grimy rag.

"Starting to feel like I should risk the farmer's cat," You reply. "I don't mean to complain, but I'm basically in a friends-with-benefits relationship with house arrest."

Eustass snorts. "Sabo's out front, I'm sure you could convince him to go on a walk with you or something."

You sigh. "Nah, it'd just stress him out to be on high alert the whole time. The boys're doing me a huge favor, I should do my best to appreciate that."

"Yer not wrong, mouse." He goes back into work mode and had you retrieve some paper work for him. Better you than him, at least one of you had truly clean hands. Grinning inwardly, you started to wonder if maybe the reason Law had disdain for Eustass was because he was a germaphobe. It was a perk to have as a doctor, but on the other extreme you'd seen Eustass use glue on a cut, without washing it, and then go right back to whatever he was working on.

You swore the only reason he hadn't gotten a bad infection was because germs were afraid of him. He was a big, broad-shouldered, temperamental asshole – right until you really got to know him, then he wasn't much more than a big, sarcastic, lovable asshole. Protective too, you were sure he'd strong armed having you at the shop so much because if anything happened he wanted to be able to get his hits in.

"Alright, head up front, man the desk for me." Eustass says with a grin. "It's not a walk around the block, but it's a change of scenery, much as I can offer."

You grin. "Thanks Brimstone." You hear him grunt in response. Eustass didn't like being called Red, and after a delightful series of terrible nickname choices, you settled on calling his best friend Fire and him Brimstone. Like how you called Marco and Thatch, Marco Polo. Killer protested his name of Fire, but you told him unless he was going to tame that wild hair of his, that it technically suited him.

After you got settled in at the front desk, Sabo disappeared somewhere else. He'd told you before that it was easier for him to guard someone if no one was expecting there to be a guard. He wasn't the 'big burly guy in a suit meant to be a deterrent' kind of guard. He was more of a from the shadows kind of guard.

You helped a few people, but the morning stretched into afternoon and you were playing solitaire on the desk computer on the hardest settings you could set it to, just to keep your brain going. You'd already organized and tidied the entire front area, and had to threaten Heat and Wire to stop them from trying to help you. It was sweet they wanted to help, but you were trying to keep busy.

A yawn escapes you as the door chimes, signaling that someone was coming in. Sucking in a breath at the end of your yawn, you start coughing in surprise.

In walked seven feet of a tailored white suit, pastel pink tie, silver-rimmed glasses with red lenses, some of the blondest blonde hair you'd ever seen, and a smile that made you grateful your face was already red from choking on your own yawn. You put a hand up to keep him from speaking as he got the desk and took a drink of water.

Composing yourself, you lace your fingers together, and put on the best customer service smile you had, before it turned into a deep scowl.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here, Trouble?" You yell, smacking your hands on the desk as his smile only got bigger. You'd yelled louder than intended, and there a knock on the glass separating the shop from the reception area. Looking over, you saw Eustass looking back, and you made a heart-shape with both your hands and then waved him off.

"Our ordeal came to a close, young lady." He says in a voice that was as dangerous as you expected it would be. "I would like to repay my debt."

Narrowing your eyes for a minute, you sigh in defeat. It shouldn't be surprising someone with his connections was able to find you, but it was still a little unnerving.

You're silent for a moment and then your face lights up. "Great, you can take care of whoever tossed my place." You say, knowing that if he found you here, he had to know about that incident as well.

His smile doesn't falter. "That matter has been resolved, but it was a personal issue for me, so I can't say I believe it to be satisfactory compensation."

"I didn't save you for compensation." You grumble.

"While I appreciate your altruism, young lady, I don't want to leave this matter unpaid."

Twitching, you snap back a reply with more bite than you intended. "I appreciate you're being polite, Trouble, but stop calling me 'young lady'."

He raises an eyebrow and something in his grin and almost purring voice makes your fight or flight response twitch. "Mmmm... Then how would you prefer I address you, Miss?"

The heat rises in your cheeks, as you realize you had walked right into that. Heavens above, you were willing to drag this smarmy bastard into the backroom and do unspeakable things to him. Really fun unspeakable things. He seemed like the right kind of guy for it too, you bet Trouble was 100% okay with non-commitment type relationships for the sake of mutual pleasure.

"(Y/N)," you admit in defeat. It would be a bigger battle of wills than you were up for to continue to dodge giving this man your name. Especially since you technically knew his, even if he had refrained from giving it to you directly. "So, can I assume it's safe for me to go back to my usual routine?"

He hums positively and nods along with it. "My apologies I wasn't efficient enough in dealing with my... friend, to avoid having caused you additional displeasure."

Oh no, he wasn't about to do what you thought he was.

"I would like to make up for that as well."

Fuck. Of course, he did exactly what you thought he was going to do.

You open your mouth to protest when he lowers his sunglasses and peers over the rims to meet your eyes in a steady gaze that causes you to close your mouth and mentally revisit the logistics of the backroom. People often dismissed brown eyes as boring, but you were certain at that point that people were fools.

"I do hope you don't intend to deny me the pleasure of giving my thanks, Miss (Y/N)."

(Y/N).exe has encountered an error. Your brain stops working for a second and your only clear thought is 'so that's how you hold the reins to an international organization at such a young age'. You couldn't return his gaze and had to look away before you were able to swallow and find your voice.

"I knew you were trouble." You grouse quietly, as you pull out a pen and tore a piece of paper from a nearby pad. You write down the address to Sanji's café along with a date and time. "My friend is an exceptional cook, and since you look like the refined type Trouble, I imagine afternoon tea is something you can acquiesce to?"

"Deciding all the details for me, Miss (Y/N), seems you are the type to take charge in all manner of situations." His tone was all business, but that mischievous grin played at the corners of his smile.

You let any possible innuendo slip right by you and your customer service smile. "I'm sure someone as in control of things as you are, can make it work."

Okay, it was a bit of a jab since your first meeting had been in the midst of his not being in control, but you hadn't been in control this whole conversation and you were annoyed. Annoyed enough to poke the bearest bear to ever wander into your life so far. It was probably safer to swear at Pops for a full hour than tease someone you didn't know much about, aside from the size of his... connections.

His smirk never falters. "I'm sure I can." He tucks the paper into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and turns to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Miss (Y/N), I look forward to our meeting."

One he was gone, you texted Marco, holding a finger up toward Kid before he even walked into the reception space.

(Y/N): Trouble™ just came into Eustass' body shop. Says he's sorted his internal issue. Can you get someone to go check my place?

After sending the text, you look over at Eustass, who'd been standing nearby. "Well, that's one problem down, I guess."

"No more being holed up in the back office then, mouse?"

"I'm free to steal the farmer's cheese again," you reply with your best smile. The running joke of you being a mouse, society being a farmer, and your cash stash being cheese had been going on for so long you'd forgot when it started. It was dorky as hell, but a good way to relieve tension with humor in times like these.

"S'almost a shame." Eustass says, reaching out with one grimy hand and ruffling your hair. "Was nice to have you caught in my shop for so long."

"Aww, I love you too, Red." you say, and laugh hysterically when he throws his oil rag in your face.

He reaches over to mock strangle you when your phone dings with a reply from Marco. Sabo's walked into the reception area at the same time, coming over to the desk and standing with you.

Marco: I'll head over myself. Told Pops. Any ideas?

"Any ideas? About what Marco?" You grumble.

"About how he found you here." Eustass answers and Sabo nods. Looking up you realized he and Sabo had been wondering the same thing. You had too, when you first started talking to him, but you'd forgotten by the end of the conversation.

Replying to Marco you spoke at the same time so you could answer everyone at once.

(Y/N): Nothing concrete. Figured him being him meant he had plenty of strings to pull. Pops said he was international.

Eustass raises his brow at that and gives a low whistle. He wasn't in the same circles as The Boys, but he was friends with you and Luffy, so he was aware of the kind of things Newgate and sons did. Kid might have what people would consider a gang of sorts, but it was just him and his friends who had built up the shop together. They labeled him boss at some point, and he's done a good job of it.

Sabo didn't say anything, but his face suggests you were probably right.

Marco: Fair.

Marco: Does it bother you?

Thinking about it for a second, you spoke your reply again, keeping them all in the loop of the conversation.

(Y/N): A tiny bit at first. But no, not really. Better to have people like you and him watching out for me than not, I suppose.

Marco replies with a heart and wink emoji that make you feel better.

"I know you like your space, (Y/N)," Sabo says as you smile at Marco's reply. "But I don't have anything else for today, so I can stay with you for a bit longer."

"I think I'd like that. Plus, everyone and their brother is worried about me still, so it'll keep everyone else from pestering me too soon." You admit, as Sabo smiles and Eustass grunts.

"You can log out and go run free if you want, mouse." Kid states, looking around the reception area. "We ain't been busy today, and there's not a lot of appointments left. I can shove Wire or Heat up front."

"I'll take you up on that. I've been feeling restless the last few hours." Everything went down Sunday early morning, your home got tossed that afternoon, and now it was Wednesday. The meeting with Doflamingo was this Friday. It had felt like an eternity, but everyone had come together to make it as painless as possible, and you had to admit – Mr. Donquixote worked fast. You'd expected to be stuck away from home and surrounded by bodyguards for at least a week or two.

The whole timetable left you little concerned. There was no way those wounds healed up in such a short amount of time. But there'd been zero indication he was in any sort of pain, or on any pain relievers, during your little tête-à-tête earlier.

As Sabo and you walked, you were sending out texts to the others. You let Robin know she could schedule you as needed, told Sanji about the meeting for Friday, asked Zoro if you could help at all tomorrow, and let Law know that your space invaders had been sorted. Sabo kept you from walking into people or traffic while you sent and received the small flurry of texts.

"Your first night back home," Sabo starts, an apologetic tone of concern in his voice. "You mind if Ace and I sleep over?"

Without Luffy around, Ace and Sabo were comparatively mellow, and two of the lightest sleepers among all the boys. Ace slept so lightly he'd often power nap throughout the day because he wasn't actually getting good rest at night. Sabo was so devoted to his role in the family that you'd seen him snatch a nerf dart out of the air before when Luffy and you tried to get him in his sleep.

"Sabo, you're being considerate."

"I'm trying." He smiles.

You laugh at his response. Sabo was always considerate, almost too considerate sometimes, but right now it was nice.

"Yeah, actually, I think having people I've invited over myself and in my space with me for a night will make it a lot easier to be there on my own later." Putting an arm around his shoulder causing him to hunch down a little to accommodate you. "Speaking of sleep overs, did you finally give that girl Koala the flowers Robin suggested?"

Sabo turns red surprisingly fast and looks away. "I... kind of." He pulls his newsie style cap down over his face. "I gave her some apple blossoms."

"I prefer you before all?" you question, making sure you was remembering Robin's The Language of Flowers board that decorated her shop correctly.

Sabo nods.

"Aww, you adorable little rapscallion, you!" You ruffle his hat as he protests, slipping out from under your arm to fix his hair and hat. "I'm proud of you."

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ANIME FIC RECS

[These are all smut > minors dni (18+)] ⭐️- personal fav

JJBA

Bruno x Abbacchio x reader: That Damn Café (2.9k words) ⭐️

Abbacchio x reader: A Glass of Wine (2.9k words)

Risotto x reader: Rose Tinted Glasses (4.3k words)

ONE PIECE

Sabo x reader: Penance (1.8k words) ⭐️ | Safe (2.2k words) | Small World (3.5k words) | Flustered (1.9k words) ⭐️

KNY

Douma x reader: Crimson Lotus (3.7k words)

BLEACH

Shinji x reader: Hunger (1k words)

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Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 4: Sorted

Against your wishes, or rather, before they even asked for your opinion, Luffy and Ace had called all the places you worked and had reorganized your schedule. Not that you could give them credit for the new schedule, apparently Eustass had taken over that in the middle of the makeshift conference call the boys had set up and done most of the heavy lifting.

You weren't going to work at Robin's flower shop for the next week, and you only had a couple shifts at Sanji's café. No deliveries with Zoro - while Zoro was strong, the deliveries themselves were the issue. It was a security nightmare, and everyone was trying to keep you safe. Most of your shifts were going to be tucked in the back of Eustass' body shop doing bookkeeping and paperwork.

Easily defensible, and it kept you out of sight the most. Plus, you got to sit while you worked, and after the whole ordeal with Trouble and the Break-in at your place, you were actually relieved to be able to take it easy a little.

Two days later you were organizing the paperwork for Eustass' shop, humming a little song to yourself and starting to feel a little antsy. You'd had one short 2-hour shift at Sanji's shop to help with rush hour, and everything else had been here so far.

"Hey Mouse, how're you holding up in your new mouse hole?" Eustass asks, coming into the back office for the first time that day. He was covered in grease smears, and had a series of parts over one shoulder, wiping his grimy hands onto a nearly equally grimy rag.

"Starting to feel like I should risk the farmer's cat," You reply. "I don't mean to complain, but I'm basically in a friends-with-benefits relationship with house arrest."

Eustass snorts. "Sabo's out front, I'm sure you could convince him to go on a walk with you or something."

You sigh. "Nah, it'd just stress him out to be on high alert the whole time. The boys're doing me a huge favor, I should do my best to appreciate that."

"Yer not wrong, mouse." He goes back into work mode and had you retrieve some paper work for him. Better you than him, at least one of you had truly clean hands. Grinning inwardly, you started to wonder if maybe the reason Law had disdain for Eustass was because he was a germaphobe. It was a perk to have as a doctor, but on the other extreme you'd seen Eustass use glue on a cut, without washing it, and then go right back to whatever he was working on.

You swore the only reason he hadn't gotten a bad infection was because germs were afraid of him. He was a big, broad-shouldered, temperamental asshole – right until you really got to know him, then he wasn't much more than a big, sarcastic, lovable asshole. Protective too, you were sure he'd strong armed having you at the shop so much because if anything happened he wanted to be able to get his hits in.

"Alright, head up front, man the desk for me." Eustass says with a grin. "It's not a walk around the block, but it's a change of scenery, much as I can offer."

You grin. "Thanks Brimstone." You hear him grunt in response. Eustass didn't like being called Red, and after a delightful series of terrible nickname choices, you settled on calling his best friend Fire and him Brimstone. Like how you called Marco and Thatch, Marco Polo. Killer protested his name of Fire, but you told him unless he was going to tame that wild hair of his, that it technically suited him.

After you got settled in at the front desk, Sabo disappeared somewhere else. He'd told you before that it was easier for him to guard someone if no one was expecting there to be a guard. He wasn't the 'big burly guy in a suit meant to be a deterrent' kind of guard. He was more of a from the shadows kind of guard.

You helped a few people, but the morning stretched into afternoon and you were playing solitaire on the desk computer on the hardest settings you could set it to, just to keep your brain going. You'd already organized and tidied the entire front area, and had to threaten Heat and Wire to stop them from trying to help you. It was sweet they wanted to help, but you were trying to keep busy.

A yawn escapes you as the door chimes, signaling that someone was coming in. Sucking in a breath at the end of your yawn, you start coughing in surprise.

In walked seven feet of a tailored white suit, pastel pink tie, silver-rimmed glasses with red lenses, some of the blondest blonde hair you'd ever seen, and a smile that made you grateful your face was already red from choking on your own yawn. You put a hand up to keep him from speaking as he got the desk and took a drink of water.

Composing yourself, you lace your fingers together, and put on the best customer service smile you had, before it turned into a deep scowl.

"What in the actual fuck are you doing here, Trouble?" You yell, smacking your hands on the desk as his smile only got bigger. You'd yelled louder than intended, and there a knock on the glass separating the shop from the reception area. Looking over, you saw Eustass looking back, and you made a heart-shape with both your hands and then waved him off.

"Our ordeal came to a close, young lady." He says in a voice that was as dangerous as you expected it would be. "I would like to repay my debt."

Narrowing your eyes for a minute, you sigh in defeat. It shouldn't be surprising someone with his connections was able to find you, but it was still a little unnerving.

You're silent for a moment and then your face lights up. "Great, you can take care of whoever tossed my place." You say, knowing that if he found you here, he had to know about that incident as well.

His smile doesn't falter. "That matter has been resolved, but it was a personal issue for me, so I can't say I believe it to be satisfactory compensation."

"I didn't save you for compensation." You grumble.

"While I appreciate your altruism, young lady, I don't want to leave this matter unpaid."

Twitching, you snap back a reply with more bite than you intended. "I appreciate you're being polite, Trouble, but stop calling me 'young lady'."

He raises an eyebrow and something in his grin and almost purring voice makes your fight or flight response twitch. "Mmmm... Then how would you prefer I address you, Miss?"

The heat rises in your cheeks, as you realize you had walked right into that. Heavens above, you were willing to drag this smarmy bastard into the backroom and do unspeakable things to him. Really fun unspeakable things. He seemed like the right kind of guy for it too, you bet Trouble was 100% okay with non-commitment type relationships for the sake of mutual pleasure.

"(Y/N)," you admit in defeat. It would be a bigger battle of wills than you were up for to continue to dodge giving this man your name. Especially since you technically knew his, even if he had refrained from giving it to you directly. "So, can I assume it's safe for me to go back to my usual routine?"

He hums positively and nods along with it. "My apologies I wasn't efficient enough in dealing with my... friend, to avoid having caused you additional displeasure."

Oh no, he wasn't about to do what you thought he was.

"I would like to make up for that as well."

Fuck. Of course, he did exactly what you thought he was going to do.

You open your mouth to protest when he lowers his sunglasses and peers over the rims to meet your eyes in a steady gaze that causes you to close your mouth and mentally revisit the logistics of the backroom. People often dismissed brown eyes as boring, but you were certain at that point that people were fools.

"I do hope you don't intend to deny me the pleasure of giving my thanks, Miss (Y/N)."

(Y/N).exe has encountered an error. Your brain stops working for a second and your only clear thought is 'so that's how you hold the reins to an international organization at such a young age'. You couldn't return his gaze and had to look away before you were able to swallow and find your voice.

"I knew you were trouble." You grouse quietly, as you pull out a pen and tore a piece of paper from a nearby pad. You write down the address to Sanji's café along with a date and time. "My friend is an exceptional cook, and since you look like the refined type Trouble, I imagine afternoon tea is something you can acquiesce to?"

"Deciding all the details for me, Miss (Y/N), seems you are the type to take charge in all manner of situations." His tone was all business, but that mischievous grin played at the corners of his smile.

You let any possible innuendo slip right by you and your customer service smile. "I'm sure someone as in control of things as you are, can make it work."

Okay, it was a bit of a jab since your first meeting had been in the midst of his not being in control, but you hadn't been in control this whole conversation and you were annoyed. Annoyed enough to poke the bearest bear to ever wander into your life so far. It was probably safer to swear at Pops for a full hour than tease someone you didn't know much about, aside from the size of his... connections.

His smirk never falters. "I'm sure I can." He tucks the paper into a pocket on the inside of his suit jacket and turns to leave. "It's been a pleasure, Miss (Y/N), I look forward to our meeting."

One he was gone, you texted Marco, holding a finger up toward Kid before he even walked into the reception space.

(Y/N): Trouble™ just came into Eustass' body shop. Says he's sorted his internal issue. Can you get someone to go check my place?

After sending the text, you look over at Eustass, who'd been standing nearby. "Well, that's one problem down, I guess."

"No more being holed up in the back office then, mouse?"

"I'm free to steal the farmer's cheese again," you reply with your best smile. The running joke of you being a mouse, society being a farmer, and your cash stash being cheese had been going on for so long you'd forgot when it started. It was dorky as hell, but a good way to relieve tension with humor in times like these.

"S'almost a shame." Eustass says, reaching out with one grimy hand and ruffling your hair. "Was nice to have you caught in my shop for so long."

"Aww, I love you too, Red." you say, and laugh hysterically when he throws his oil rag in your face.

He reaches over to mock strangle you when your phone dings with a reply from Marco. Sabo's walked into the reception area at the same time, coming over to the desk and standing with you.

Marco: I'll head over myself. Told Pops. Any ideas?

"Any ideas? About what Marco?" You grumble.

"About how he found you here." Eustass answers and Sabo nods. Looking up you realized he and Sabo had been wondering the same thing. You had too, when you first started talking to him, but you'd forgotten by the end of the conversation.

Replying to Marco you spoke at the same time so you could answer everyone at once.

(Y/N): Nothing concrete. Figured him being him meant he had plenty of strings to pull. Pops said he was international.

Eustass raises his brow at that and gives a low whistle. He wasn't in the same circles as The Boys, but he was friends with you and Luffy, so he was aware of the kind of things Newgate and sons did. Kid might have what people would consider a gang of sorts, but it was just him and his friends who had built up the shop together. They labeled him boss at some point, and he's done a good job of it.

Sabo didn't say anything, but his face suggests you were probably right.

Marco: Fair.

Marco: Does it bother you?

Thinking about it for a second, you spoke your reply again, keeping them all in the loop of the conversation.

(Y/N): A tiny bit at first. But no, not really. Better to have people like you and him watching out for me than not, I suppose.

Marco replies with a heart and wink emoji that make you feel better.

"I know you like your space, (Y/N)," Sabo says as you smile at Marco's reply. "But I don't have anything else for today, so I can stay with you for a bit longer."

"I think I'd like that. Plus, everyone and their brother is worried about me still, so it'll keep everyone else from pestering me too soon." You admit, as Sabo smiles and Eustass grunts.

"You can log out and go run free if you want, mouse." Kid states, looking around the reception area. "We ain't been busy today, and there's not a lot of appointments left. I can shove Wire or Heat up front."

"I'll take you up on that. I've been feeling restless the last few hours." Everything went down Sunday early morning, your home got tossed that afternoon, and now it was Wednesday. The meeting with Doflamingo was this Friday. It had felt like an eternity, but everyone had come together to make it as painless as possible, and you had to admit – Mr. Donquixote worked fast. You'd expected to be stuck away from home and surrounded by bodyguards for at least a week or two.

The whole timetable left you little concerned. There was no way those wounds healed up in such a short amount of time. But there'd been zero indication he was in any sort of pain, or on any pain relievers, during your little tête-à-tête earlier.

As Sabo and you walked, you were sending out texts to the others. You let Robin know she could schedule you as needed, told Sanji about the meeting for Friday, asked Zoro if you could help at all tomorrow, and let Law know that your space invaders had been sorted. Sabo kept you from walking into people or traffic while you sent and received the small flurry of texts.

"Your first night back home," Sabo starts, an apologetic tone of concern in his voice. "You mind if Ace and I sleep over?"

Without Luffy around, Ace and Sabo were comparatively mellow, and two of the lightest sleepers among all the boys. Ace slept so lightly he'd often power nap throughout the day because he wasn't actually getting good rest at night. Sabo was so devoted to his role in the family that you'd seen him snatch a nerf dart out of the air before when Luffy and you tried to get him in his sleep.

"Sabo, you're being considerate."

"I'm trying." He smiles.

You laugh at his response. Sabo was always considerate, almost too considerate sometimes, but right now it was nice.

"Yeah, actually, I think having people I've invited over myself and in my space with me for a night will make it a lot easier to be there on my own later." Putting an arm around his shoulder causing him to hunch down a little to accommodate you. "Speaking of sleep overs, did you finally give that girl Koala the flowers Robin suggested?"

Sabo turns red surprisingly fast and looks away. "I... kind of." He pulls his newsie style cap down over his face. "I gave her some apple blossoms."

"I prefer you before all?" you question, making sure you was remembering Robin's The Language of Flowers board that decorated her shop correctly.

Sabo nods.

"Aww, you adorable little rapscallion, you!" You ruffle his hat as he protests, slipping out from under your arm to fix his hair and hat. "I'm proud of you."

[buscando-tu-amor]

Historia de un café

Me senté tranquilamente, y empecé a degustar el café que me has traído, aspire el saboe, antes del primer sorbo y cerrando los ojos, evoque la pluviselva, donde están los cafetales.

Tomé el primer sorbo y en ese dulce néctar de dioses, descubrí el encanto de la vida. Quise tenerte a mi lado, para darte un cálido abrazo, verter en tu cuello un poco de café y disfrutarlo al soberlo de tu piel. Besar tus labios, saborearlos y sentir ese añejo placer, rejuvenecer al lamer tu labios.

Café, maldito café que exacerbas mis sentidos, te quiero siempre caliento, nunca jamás tibio

Oni-San

8 Nov 2023

[zerounotvadri]

LA BOHEMIA 76 DE EL CANTORAL

REUNIRÁ A TRES GRANDES EXPONENTES DEL ROCK MEXICANO

· Kenny Avilés, Sergio Arau y Piro Pendás harán vibrar el escenario de El Cantoral

· La Bohemia 76 será el 30 de junio a las 21:00 horas. Los boletos están disponibles en Ticketmaster y en la taquilla de El Cantoral

CDMX, JUNIO DE 2023.– Kenny Avilés, Sergio Arau y Piro Pendás harán vibrar el escenario de El Cantoral en la Bohemia 76 con un concierto único en el que los autores abrirán su corazón para compartir con sus seguidores las anécdotas que los han inspirado para crear los éxitos que han trazado su camino, posicionándolos en un lugar de honor en el universo musical.

Hablamos de tres de los máximos exponentes del rock mexicano, que harán historia el viernes 30 de junio en la casa de los autores y compositores. Sé parte de este encuentro mágico que le pone rostro al autor y muestra la grandeza de nuestra música.

KENNY AVILÉS nació en Guadalajara, Jalisco. Podemos decir que es la mujer rockera más influyente de la escena musical, tras cuatro decenios de carrera ininterrumpida. En 1980 fundó un proyecto que la coloca como representante e ícono de las mujeres en el rock independiente: Kenny y Los Eléctricos, agrupación que se mantiene vigente y la cual ha liderado desde entonces, forjando una larga trayectoria con innumerables conciertos en la República Mexicana, Estados Unidos, Europa, Centro y Sudamérica a través de los cuales ha cautivado al público de todas las edades.

Kenny y Los Eléctricos formó parte del boom del Rock en Español de la época de los años ochenta y —actualmente— del proyecto Lo Mejor del Rock en Español; la frase «tengo roto el corazón» de No huyas de mí (coautoría con Ricardo Ochoa y Toni Childs) se convirtió en un clásico, así como la canción también de su autoría Me quieres cotorrear (coescrita con Ricardo Ochoa). Posteriormente, durante los noventa, llegaría otro éxito de su inspiración: Piquetes de hormiga (en mancuerna con Magdaleno Olivia, Roberto Carlos Bañuelos y

Édgar Carrum), aportando con su voz un estilo propio, fresco y diverso que le ha permitido continuar vigente en la escena nacional.

Ha grabado 15 discos en los que ha colaborado con músicos como Ricardo Ochoa, Sabo Romo, Jorge A., La Chiquis, Aleks Syntek, Lino Nava, Sax (Maldita Vecindad), Alejandro Marcovich, José Manuel Aguilera, Javis (La Revo), Arturo Ibarra, Gasú, Federico Fong, Julio Díaz, Alejandra Guzmán, Felipe Staiti, Bola Domene y Negro García López, entre muchos otros. Su producción más reciente es Alto voltaje, del cual se desprenden sus sencillos Dime qué va a pasar (escrita en colaboración con Édgar Carrum y Ricardo Alejandro Monfort) y Soy así (coautoría con Édgar Carrum y Guillermo García).

Ha compartido escenario con artistas nacionales e internacionales como Carlos Santana, Tito & Tarántula, The Cardigans, American Authors, Molotov, Caifanes, Cuca, La Lupita, Azul Violeta, Der Fall Böse, Los Amantes de Lola, Rostros Ocultos, Enanitos Verdes, Alejandro Marcovich, Miguel Mateos, Los Rabanes, Panteón Rococó, Los de Abajo, Lost Acapulco, El Haragán y Compañía, La Sonora Dinamita, Celso Piña y muchos más. Ha llevado su música a festivales como el Vive Latino, Force Fest, Tepoz Fest, Lateinamerika Festival, Bikerfest, Earth Day Festival, Rock ‘N’ Picnic y Revolución, por mencionar algunos.

SERGIO ARAU es un reconocido músico, cineasta y pintor, un artista «multi-indisciplinario» nacido en la Ciudad de México y egresado del Centro Universitario de Estudios Cinematográficos (CUEC). Su carrera es tan brillante como trascendente. En 1983 formó Botellita de Jerez, banda que incluyó el humor y la música tradicional mexicana combinada con el sonido del rock contemporáneo, no se puede entender la historia del rock mexicano y su identidad sin la presencia y aportación de Sergio. Es autor, entre otras obras, de Alármala de tos, por la que en 1998 obtuvo el MTV Award por el video de Café Tacvba; Guaca Rock de la Malinche, y Charrockanrol, las tres coescritas con Armando Vega-Gil y Francisco Barrios “El Mastuerzo”.

En el ámbito cinematográfico dirigió, escribió y produjo el filme Un día sin mexicanos, estrenado en 2004 y reconocido (el mismo año) como la película más taquillera de México, obteniendo los premios como Mejor Cortometraje en el Festival de Cine de San Juan, Mejor Guion en el Festival de Cartagena, el del Público en el Festival de Cine de Guadalajara y Mejor Película en el Festival de Gramado de Brasil. A la fecha, este material ha vendido más de 500 mil DVD’s en Estados Unidos, sirviendo de bandera al movimiento proinmigrantes.

En 2010 dirigió Naco es chido. La verdadera historia de Botellita de Jerez, documental estrenado en el Festival de Cine de Guadalajara. También ha dirigido videos para Los Tigres del Norte, Pepe Aguilar y El Gran Silencio, entre otros. Por su corto de animación El muro fue ganador del Premio Coral de Plata en el Festival de Cine de La Habana.

Su obra musical está plasmada en 7 discos con Botellita de Jerez, Los Mismísimos Ángeles, La Venganza de la Moctezuma, y con su Álter Ego Lazlo de la Vega Morris Balam Klaus Vitelli y Pavón. En 2017 editó, con Los Heavy Mex, su álbum Rudo, cuyo tema Quiero ser presidente se colocó en los primeros lugares de las plataformas digitales.

En 1984 lanzó su propuesta ArtNacó, una especie de Pop Art basado en la cultura popular mexicana, integrando a la pintura iconográfica de la lucha libre y otras manifestaciones culturales como los altares callejeros. En 2009 fue comisionado para decorar el Conga Room en el L.A. Live, un club de Jennifer López y Jimmy Smits; sus murales, dibujos y esculturas adornan el lugar.

PIRO PENDÁS es un productor, músico, cantante y compositor nacido en Cuba, pero mexicano por adopción. Es fundador de la primera banda mexicana de punk: Dangerous Rhythm, la cual en 1978 cambió la escena musical en México y, posteriormente, comenzó a fusionar ritmos latinos con rock y empezaron a cantar en español dándole una nueva identidad al rock mexicano, y cambiando su nombre a Ritmo Peligroso.

Piro destaca por su papel creativo, sus letras siempre tienen un mensaje de cambio, evolución, lucha, ecología… vaya, se adelantó a su época al crear temas que antes no se abordaban, como la inclusión, el respeto a las mujeres. Entre sus obras se encuentran Marielito, Déjala tranquila, Jugando chueco (en coautoría con Carlos

Warman), La guerra acaba, Matacandela (colaboración con Avi Michael Jamgotchian, Eduardo Ávila, Jorge Arce y Diego García), Pa’qué violencia, Amor en América, Modern Minds, Tráfico, Abandono y Narconación (estas tres últimas coescritas con Avi Michael Jamgotchian).

Asimismo, ha realizado jingles para televisión; en 2005 compuso el tema principal de la película Un día sin mexicanos, de Sergio Arau, y en 2009 la música del corte de la cinta Condones.com. Es una de las voces de Rock en tu Idioma Sinfónico, creado por Sabo Romo (bajista de Caifanes), y el conductor del podcast Cómo está la banda, que transmite un nuevo episodio todos los lunes. Actualmente reside en Miami, aunque pasa gran parte de su tiempo en México realizando espectáculos en vivo y produciendo diferentes proyectos de estudio.

Entre sus galardones destacan discos de oro por Déjala tranquila y de platino por Rock en tu Idioma Sinfónico; Palmas de Oro como Mejor Cantante (1988) y como Mejor Grupo de Rock (1989), otorgadas por el Círculo Nacional de Periodistas, y el reconocimiento Trayectoria 25 Años (2017) otorgado por la SACM.

Todas estas historias la vamos a poder sentir, cantar y bailar en vivo el viernes 30 de junio a las 21:00 horas en El Cantoral. Con el sello tan emotivo que se da la Bohemia 76. Adquiere tus boletos en ticketmaster.com.mx o directamente en la taquilla del recinto.

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Japan Trip Jan-Feb 2023

Part 4- Tokyo Tea Houses, Sake, and Food Shopping

TEA SHOPS

Morinoen- if you like Hojicha, its worth coming here for the ice cream and black bean dessert, but its not a charming tea shop in any way.

Saryo Tsujiri- this place is a real disappointment, not worth it as there are better tea desserts elsewhere.

***Omotesandō Chachanoma- this place is spectacular. Their selection of teas are amazing, and getting the tea brewed the four different ways, including on ice, is really the most exciting way I have ever tasted green tea before. And their matcha desserts are YUM. It is a lovely place to come to taste green tea.

*Higashiya Ginza- as a sit-down I am not they have the best concept- their tea pairing with sweets is heaving on the hojicha and light on the green tea, and in the end you don’t feel like you really got that much tea in the end, though their wagadashi are really tasty. But sitting in their café is an incredibly zen experience. But as a shopping experience it is the best. It is the one place we found that has a guide to their extensive tea collection, and staff that can help you select the perfect green tea, hojicha, or blend to match your liking. Both of their shops are beautiful places to visit.

**Yamamotoyama Fujie Sabo- despite being in the heart of Ginza, this place is wonderfully zen and a lovely place to come to enjoy a tea. Their three tea tasting, with each tea being served in three flushes is just wonderful, and they roast your hojicha for you on the spot.

SAKE

*Ponshuya- this place has an excellent sake selection, really fabulous stuff that ranges in flavor, including some of the more exciting and cutting edge sakes that are being produced at the moment- well worth it to spend a night here tasting things.

Karasu- this was not one of our favorite places to taste sake, even though it’s a spot where folks doing sake tours bring their clients. The sakes we tried were all very sour and a specific type, which doesn’t happen to be the flavor that we like.

*Craft Sake Shoten in Yokohama- run by an American, this place is a great spot for exploring sake, and being served by someone who can engage with you in English on all things sake, and offer you some really cutting edge stuff.

FOOD SHOPPING

Marugoto Nippon is the best place to go if you want to buy Japanese condiments and other ingredients to take home, and to purchase everything tax free.

[sanjisprincesswifey]

saved ⋆ sabo x reader

summary: you and your soulmate communicate via your dreams

♡: royal au; princess reader. 3,500+ words. sfw content.

“oh my, you look so beautiful honey.” your mothers’ hands envelop your own, halting the relentless shaking they had been doing since you woke up this morning.

despite the overwhelming feeling of dread that was engraved across your face, she couldn’t contain her excitement seeing your reflection in the mirror.

tears are brimming in her eyes; the emotion was too overwhelming for her, as it is for most mothers when they see their daughters in their wedding dresses.

you feel as if you could vomit; your whole body felt cold and drained of any color. if you were going to cry, it would’ve been out of fear.

“i’m sorry you’re doing this; you know how your father is.” releasing your hands, she patted your shoulder, solemnly staring at you in the mirror.

if anyone in your family knew how treacherous your father could be, it was your mother. after all, she was in the exact same situation nearly twenty years ago.

you began sniffling; the idea of marrying such a man like your father just to repeat the generational line felt like unfortunate destiny, a curse, not even you could break.

handing you a tissue, your mom took a seat on the couch next to you, holding back her own tears. you knew she blamed herself for this; she never wanted you to share the same fate as her.

but here you were. in a wedding dress you didn’t get to pick out, marrying a man who repulsed you in every sense of the word.

“i’m so sorry my love. i never wanted this for you,” she assured, letting you rest your head on her shoulder while your body hiccupped with pained sobs.

so, the next couple of hours were spent crying your heart out, your face growing puffy and red. your mother joined you about halfway, endlessly apologizing for the life you were about to enter.

you were unsure when the both of you fell asleep, unsure of when you stopped crying so viciously.

you blink yourself awake, suddenly seeing an array of bright colors invading your vision. you were sitting at a café table; the area was familiar and yet you couldn’t place it. there were people around you, walking by, talking; vendors in the streets selling different products and foods. no one seemed to recognize you though, as they always had when you’d escape the castle and wander around town much like a tourist would. but no one paid mind to you. which you weren’t exactly complaining about.

it wasn’t until the person sitting across from you in your chair cleared their throat that you noticed them. his gloved hand waved at you, an eyebrow arched in your direction.

it was him.

this was the seventh night in the row that this boy was here, in your dreams. you had never seen him before; you didn’t recognize him from anywhere and yet he kept showing up night after night.

“hi there, it’s nice to see you again.” he smiled, bringing the glass of whatever he was drinking to his lips. as confused as you were, you smiled, for the first time all day, and nodded your head along.

“it’s nice to see you too.” your hand reached out to push some of his bangs back, a soft blush rising on his cheeks.

“that’s a nice dress.” he pointed out. you looked down, the lacey, embellished wedding dress you had been wearing when you were awake was still garnishing your body.

“yeah, i’m getting married tomorrow.” your voice is low, in a tone he could tell wasn’t as happy as it should be.

the boy felt his heart twinge at those words, doing his best to not let his own sadness and jealousy show on his face.

“correct me if i’m wrong, but i always thought that weddings were supposed to be a happy occasion. maybe i’m wrong?” he chuckled, his index finger tapping his chin.

a slight tension relieved in your chest; you hadn’t been able to crack a smile let alone a laugh for the past couple of months. even if it was a single moment, the joy was overwhelmingly warm.

“it’s bullshit. i don’t even know the guy, my father set it up. it’s all political.” the boy clicked his tongue; he’s heard it all before. he knows how this goes.

the plate of a spongey freshly made treat gets pushed in your direction and you don’t hesitate to pick up the fork and slice into it. “i just wish i could get out; i just can’t do it on my own,” you grumble, shoveling more of the delicacy into your mouth.

a flame ignites within sabo’s chest, doing his best to conceal his boyish grin. he’s been waiting so long for you to say those words. “sounds like you need a hand, yeah?” his fingers rhythmically tap against the table, wondering how he going to go about this now.

“tell me about it. my name is y/n, by the way,” you smile, realizing that you’ve never formally introduced yourself to him.

“y/n,” he repeated. your name was the sweetest sound that has ever left his tongue like he never wanted to stop saying it. “i’m sabo.”

“sabo? where have i heard that name before?” his face perks up when you ask, but before words can escape his lips, a thundering set of footsteps grows louder and louder by the second. sabo’s eyes widened as he reaches out to take your hand.

instead of feeling the gloved hand of the young boy on your own, a familiar hand grabbed onto your arm. your mom's grip on your shoulders is weak but willing, as she rocks you back and forth in a successful attempt to wake you up.

your eyes shoot open, the sun peaks through the thick rose-colored curtains momentarily stunning you.

“y/n! wake up! you should go into town, enjoy your last couple of hours of freedom.” her arms are wrapped tightly around you, her breath exhaling onto your shoulder. the shakiness of her body mimics your own, wishing that you’d have the courage to do what she couldn’t and run away. far, far, away from here.

a pitiful amount of anxiety bubbles in your stomach, causing it to churn as you rip the dress off your body not minding the rips you could hear as you throw the item on the ground. “your dad is coming, but i think i can distract him for a while.” the look in her eye is undefinable as she pulls you back to her chest, fingertips burning into your skin. “i love you.”

your mom opens the double doors, running down the hallway in which your father’s footsteps echo. their voices are faint and begin to grow distant as she distracts him from whatever matters he had with you.

the closet in your room had only contained dresses your father picked out for you. despite the detail and intricacy each had on them, they all sicken you. had your father not designed them for you, maybe you’d feel different.

the most casual one is a spring blue, it’s lacey and far from what you’d normally wear on a day-to-day basis, but you dawn it anyway knowing that your overcoat will hide it regardless.

your heels click against the stone floors as you make your way to the kitchen, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread guiding you.

you wave your hand to the kitchen staff, all the ladies offering you mournful smiles as they bid you goodbye watching you leave through the kitchen exit.

the sun’s warmth circles you; your overcoat is heavy and weighted on your body as it drapes down nearly to your ankles as you join the crowd of people walking aimlessly around town.

your eyes remain low, focused on the ground beneath you hoping that your closed behavior won’t attract the attention of anyone in town.

with the rush of the moment, your head is dizzy, and your mind feels unclear. you don’t know where you’re going nor what you’re doing, but your feet seem to as you stand in front of a local bakery.

the building is worn down, it’s needed repairs and paint jobs since you were little. yet somehow, it stays in business even now when you’re the only customer.

“haven’t seen you around in a while, how’s your mom? she still married?” you refrain from smacking the man on his arm as he hands you a bag with the sandwich you ordered and your drink that you didn’t even have to tell him the name of.

you meet his mischievous smirk with a roll of your eye instead. “figured. well, we got new patio tables, they’re shaded and everything. a table fit for a princess.”

you thank the person who holds the door open for you as you giggle at how nicely your family friend had decorated the table. a vase with one flower resting in the center, a red umbrella covering the area allowing you to pull the hood off your head. this spot had never had much foot traffic anyhow.

the bag rustles as you pull out the sandwich, cut into two triangles just as you liked it. you allow the savory taste to dance across your tastebuds, the nostalgic flavor hypnotizes you; distracting you from the terror that this day wishes to bring you.

you allow yourself to be tricked, even if it’s just for the next hour, you can pretend that everything is okay. your entire body feels serene, diligently chewing each bite as you watch the waves crash over the horizon.

.。･:*:･

sabo scratches his head, ruffling his blonde hair. the paper in his hand rustles in the wind as he scans the buildings around him, none of which matched the description he was given.

his stomach rumbles even though he had eaten on the ship an hour ago, his hand covers his stomach as he marches to the nearest restaurant.

“i can’t find her on an empty stomach, might as well stop for lunch.” his gloved hand reaches to pull the glass door open and pauses as a scent he recognized brushed by him.

“thank you so much,” you chirped, offering a faint smile in his direction. sabo’s throat feels dry but attempts to swallow anyway as he stands there mouth agape.

you don’t notice his stare, your back facing him as he wipes the sweat beads that gather on his forehead away and rushes inside to place his order.

the older man hands sabo his bag, telling him to have a good day or something like that. sabo couldn’t hear his own thoughts let alone listen to what the shopkeep was saying.

all his mind could focus on was you, he finally found you.

after years of hopeless searching, inspecting each island from shore to shore, here you were.

you were even prettier in person and as his wobbly legs carry him to your table, he realized he had no idea what he was going to say.

“you must really like that sandwich,” a voice brings you out of your stupor, causing you to almost drop your food onto the table. “oh sorry! didn’t mean to scare ya,” the person chuckles to hide his own embarrassment, while you keep your face low and out of sight.

the napkin wipes off any residue leftover as the mysterious person takes a seat across from you without waiting for permission, pulling his own food out of the bag he was holding.

“well maybe you shouldn’t sneak up behind people, that can be—” when you finally look up at the blonde boy, your heart stops, breath catching in your throat, a harsh audible gasp filling the air.

“it’s you.”

even though the sun is bright and beaming, a wave of goosebumps travels across your whole body making the hair on the base of your neck stand up. a ringing travels from your left ear to the right, and your heart thumps in your chest as you realize where you recognized the person in front of you from.

“and it’s you.” his teeth pull off the gloves on his hands as he carefully sets them on the table. “your, uh, dress is different today. i like this one better on you.” your head falls as you hadn’t realized you took your overcoat off.

you want to say something, anything; but you wouldn’t know where to start, let alone what to say.

“i thought they were just dreams too. but then i saw your face in the newspaper. that dress was even prettier on you when you didn’t look as miserable in it.” the paper that announced your engagement notice slapped onto the table, it was a couple months old. it leads you to wonder for how long he had been keeping it on him.

“sabo,” you start.

his eyes shoot up to meet yours, his disposition is nervous and lacked the goofy nature he carried when you dreamt of him late at night. but those were his eyes, the scar that ran across half his face, it was his voice. “you’re in the revolutionary army.”

he nods, unsure if you meant it as a good thing or a bad thing, “yeah i am.”

“then what’re you doing here?”

his hand reaches to scratch the back of his neck, “it’s actually a funny story—”

before he could come up with any pathetic excuse, the church bells toll. the thunder of the brass echoes off the stone buildings in the city reminding you of the event sabo had managed to distract you from.

only an hour remained.

“they’re expecting me back at the castle any minute.”

sabo chews on his bottom lip, eyes flicking between the castle which can be seen from here, and your face that droops down with fear.

he knew this wasn’t how he should’ve asked, but he had less time than he thought.

“don’t…” he breathes out before he could stop himself, “don’t go. come with me.”

brows furrowing with confusion, you sit upright in your chair eyeing the boy in front of you up and down. “w-- what?” he holds his hands up in defense knowing the way you’re reacting is completely normal.

“i know what it seems, but listen to me, please.” you concede when your chest runs amuck with butterflies instead of the anxiety you’ve been suffering from the past month. “come with me y/n, i can save you from this. you told me this isn’t what you wanted,” he reaches out to take ahold of your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “so let me save you.”

the absurdity of the situation at hand is far from your mind, almost as if it wasn’t absurd to you at all. it wasn’t like he was a total stranger. sabo first appeared in your dreams over a year ago, you feel like you know him. like you were meant to find him. or for him to find you.

“y/n,” sabo reinforces his grip on your hand, practically begging for you to allow him to do this, “i can save you.”

your chest heaves as a goofy grin spread across your face, “okay, but what can we do?”

.。･:*:･

you pace back and forth; the only sound is the tapping of your shoes against the floor. there were little personal items in this room; this place was never much of a home to you.

a single tear falls down your cheek as you spot the framed photo of you and your mom together, you know this is what she would've wanted for you.

as you walk over to take the photo frame, a small piece of paper falls to the ground as if it was leaning against the back of the frame. it’s folded up halfway and you recognize your mom’s handwriting right away.

my dearest y/n,

i know that this morning was goodbye. it saddens me to let you go, but i know this is what you deserve. go and live your life. be happy.

you hold the paper to your chest, sniffling at the idea of leaving your mom behind. but she was right. you want to be happy.

there’s a light tapping at the window and as you pull the curtains back, sabo is leaning against your balcony. the unlocking of the latch tells him to hurry inside, that and the pulling on his collared shirt. “it’s time to go, are you ready?”

sabo extends his hand for you to take and you smile, grabbing onto his cheeks to pull him to you in a sloppy kiss.

he’s shocked at the unexpected affection and his hands scramble to rest on your back as he presses his lips back into yours. he imagined this moment differently, but he feels like he’s falling in love from your electrifying touch alone. sabo nearly faints when you pull away like you’ve stolen the breath straight from his lungs.

“i’m ready,” you assure. his face is red and stained with a blush that won’t be leaving anytime soon. sabo can feel the intensity of his blush, but he doesn’t let it stop him from picking you up bridal style and hopping off the balcony into the garden below.

his footsteps squish against the freshly watered grass as he does his best to not be seen by any of the guards on duty. his breath is heavy even though you're light as a feather, maybe it was the realization of what was happening. that he was actually carrying you in his arms.

“do you always save the pretty girls?” you joke as he beelines for the dock where you assumed his ship to be. he chuckles lightly a red blush painting his cheeks as he heads down a darkened alleyway to prevent anyone from seeing you.

“sometimes,” he admits, eyes focusing on the floor in front of him, “but you’re the prettiest.” your own cheeks mirror his own as you cup his cheek to place a kiss on the blush-stained area. he unsubtly whimpers at the contact, turning his head towards yours when the area grows cold at the absence of your lips.

his lips are mere centimeters from yours once again, his hot breath fans against you causing your eyes to flutter shut. sabo swallows, the action is harsh in his throat. he can’t believe this is happening.

but before anything actually happens the familiar sound of his den den mushi rings in his pocket. he wants to curse out whoever is on the other end of the transponder, but refrains from doing so when koala’s voice echoes in the air.

“sabo? are you on your way back yet? did you find y/n?” sabo’s eyes widen and so do yours as he sets you down, holding the snail in his hand.

“koala! yes, she's with me. i’m coming back now. i’ll be there soon!” he manages to make out through gritted teeth.

hack is yelling at sabo in the background, something about he needs to hurry up and he thought sabo had been planning this for a while. before hack could embarrass sabo anymore he hangs up the snail, pushing it back into his pocket before hesitantly looking back to you.

“listen y/n, i know what is sounds like—”

“you— you’ve been planning this?” he lets out a breathy awkward laugh, holding his hands out toward you as a defense mechanism. he must’ve thought you were going to run away from him.

but it was quite the contrary.

“you were always planning to save me, weren’t you?” sabo nods, but you already knew the answer.

without warning, you leap into his arms catching him off guard. he stumbles backward, stabilizing himself before the both of you collapse to the ground. his arms are muscular as they wrap around you, one hand holding the back of your head and the other securing your waist to his body.

sabo’s knees are wobbly, despite how calm he wanted to appear. but your scent, which overwhelms his senses, and how tightly you hold onto him, is better than any dream he could’ve ever imagined.

“you saved me.” your lips are ghosting over his ear; his erratic heartbeat pounds wildly in his chest at the feeling.

he’s impatient, he knows time is ticking, that people are surely searching for you right now. but when your lips are slowly leaning into his, he doesn’t care. you bat your eyelashes at him, flicking your gaze between his eyes and his lips in a silent question for consent to kiss him.

in an act of confirmation, sabo pushes his lips against yours, moving them with a requited synchronicity that both of you take on quickly. he melts against your touch, allowing you to guide him at your choice of pace, savoring how sweet you taste.

after yearning for you for so long, he knows he’ll hate himself for ending this kiss so early, but you pull away first. the action causes sabo to follow you back, whining when your warmth leaves his.

“as much as i’d love to continue this, i think we should get going.”

he agrees, knowing that there was time for this (and much more), later on. sabo holds out his hand for you to grab as you throw on your hood that had fallen off at some point. when you place your hand in his, he places a kiss on the back of it, “it is a pleasure to save you, my princess.”

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[cyborg-franky]

Hi Franky! Hope all is good for you!!!

Can I please ask for a prompt 1 or 8 for Law or Sabo?

Thank you so much!!!

I feel it's been a second since I wrote Sabo so I hope it goes well? please enjoy <3

Sabo x GN reader SFW Modern AU Prompt: going to a cat café WC: 664

You had no idea if Sabo even liked cats before you’d made the decision to go and try it out. You told him the place had nice tea and cakes and you’d been eyeing it up for a hot minute. You also told him it was all family ran and private, he always hated chains. 

He seemed down for it.

So you dressed up nice, he was curious why you’d told him not to wear his sweater, you mentioned how it might get pulled on things and he gave you such a puzzled look. But he still looked handsome in his shirt and vest combo so it had worked out in your favor.

When you stepped into the cafe your eyes widened as you looked inside the room with all the cute decor, a large fake tree with lots of little places cats could lay on, nap in, and climb across. You spotted so many happy cats within seconds as you passed your cell phone to the lady behind the counter with your reservation.

“Cats?” Sabo asked with a quirked brow. 

“Cats.” You nodded as you were allowed into the main part, shown to your seats where a big fat tabby was curled up, purring loudly as you sat close.

“I didn’t know if you liked them or not and I was kinda worried you wouldn’t.” You confessed to him, not meeting his eye as he sat down across from you, you started to pet the cat, watching it uncurl and give you access to his soft belly.

“I’m indifferent I guess?” He said with a chuckle, and smile on his face as he watched the warm interaction.

How much you loved animals always made him feel soft, seeing you loving on any creature reminded him of the big warm heart that he had fallen so in love with. You handed him the menu as you the cat grabbed your other hand with both paws, keeping you rubbing his belly.

“You’ve made a friend…” Sabo said, taking the menu and looking it over, knowing exactly what he was going to get when he saw the nice tea selection. “I’ll order for you, I think your too distracted.” You smiled and let out a sheepish chuckle, he was right.

He’d ordered and was happily watching you with all the cats, you’d taken pictures, petted countless felines, and seemed to be in heaven, and seeing you happy was all he really wanted, seeing you happy made him happy.

As the lunch date went on though, he found himself watching a cat, he was all black with a red collar and seemed unsure of everyone. He had wild eyes and his whiskers looked like freckles on his face, he was a very cute cat.

“Oh careful, he’s a little sulky.” The woman putting down their tray said as the cat approached Sabo with caution.

“Really? He does kind of remind me of someone..” Sabo hummed and gently held his hand out, meeting eyes with the wary feline as its tail flicked behind it.

You watched what was going on, how Sabo didn't move his hand, how the cat moved closer, sniffing the palm of his hand, the woman stood there with hands on her hips as she watched your boyfriend and the cat. The cat made a huff before face planting into Sabo’s palm and nuzzling.

“Wow, the first person he’d ever liked… well done.” She said with a chuckle, surprise painted on her face as she moved away.

Sabo grinned, it was nice to know this small cat liked him, that he was special. “Alright, I guess I like this cat..” Sabo smiled and carried on gently stroking him.

For the rest of the date you and Sabo drank tea and snacks, you had a variety of cats visit you during your time at the cafe but Sabo, Sabo sat with that one black cat curled up on his lap as the two of you talked.

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 4: One of a

Stepping out of the taxi you glance around. The café isn’t too far from Sabo’s firm, or your job - not that you needed to go into work today. Paying the cabbie you step inside and find a man fitting the description your mother had provided already seated.

Something about it made you uncomfortable. You’d arrived a little earlier than etiquette demanded, in order to arrive before him, but from the looks of things he had been here for some time. He sat comfortably enough. He was dressed well, a white suit with red accents, and a pair of red shades. His hair was a ruby red, matching the accents of his suit, and he had a curl to his eyebrow that you had seen the night before.

Except, Sanji’s curled in the other direction. You don’t remember anyone telling you that Sanji was from a royal family, but maybe he had been able to get free. You wanted to be able to ask him, but at the same time, you didn’t want to pry into the man’s life – you barely knew him directly.

The man stood as you approached the table and pulled the chair out for you.

“Thank you, my apologies, it seems I’m late.” You offer almost apologetically.

“Not at all.” He says evenly, almost flatly, pushing you and your chair in a little. “I had other obligations around the area, and simply had the chance to arrive earlier than expected.”

“Very well then, it is a pleasure to have your time then, Vinsmoke Ichiji.” You offer a small nod.

“It is a… pleasure to give it, Miss (Y/N).” You see a brief flicker of emotion cross his face before he asks you. “Does your family not have a surname?”

“We did at one time.” You say evenly, opening up the small menu that was at the table. “It was offered as tribute to the Celestials back at the founding, as the story goes.”

“Ah, you’re from one of the older bloodlines then.” He seems pleased, and you’re trying to keep your expression neutral.

“Yes, it was a brief tradition, and subsequent peerages have included surnames.” You admit. “It is a little awkward to refer to me by my given name though, isn’t it?”

“I will adjust easily enough.” He assures you.

A waitress comes over and takes your small order. Having exchanged a few words with him, you’re at least relieved that he’s not overly loquacious. There is little else worse than trying to survive a date when the other person will not stop talking.

There is something about him that gnaws at you. Noble etiquette is dry, and keeping ones emotions in check is highly valued, but most people are more… emotional than this man is.

“It’s an improvement of my kingdom.” He says without prompting and you tilt your head a little. “The lack of emotion. I’m quite sure you’ve noticed, most people do.”

“Oh, yes. I will do better going forward.” You reply automatically, meaning only that you will do your best to not be so easy to read in the future.

“It’s quite alright. It was more assumptive on my part than deductive.” He admits. “Tell me, why are you here today Miss (Y/N)?”

“I am fulfilling my duty to my family.” You answer evenly. “Am I being rude in some way, Mr. Vinsmoke?”

“Prince.” He corrects.

“Am I being rude, Prince Ichiji?”

“Not at all.”

Silence falls over the two of you for a moment before the waitress returns with your order. You offer your thanks and begin to eat, taking the small and proper bites that have been trained into you for years.

“Why are you here?” You ask, returning his question.

You can see a smile grace his lips, and you have to admit he’s not unpleasant in appearance, even if the lack of emotions can be a little unnerving. “To fulfill my duty to my family.” He parrots your earlier answer.

The two of you talk as you eat, and things are at least pleasant enough that when you’re ordering a second drink it’s not to throw it in his face and cause a scene. Once you start to think that the date is about to wrap up, it takes an uncomfortable turn.

“Well, this was pleasant, thank you.” You say politely.

“Shall I take you home then?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“No thank you, I can get back home on my own. I appreciate the offer, though.”

“I meant take you back to my home.” He clarifies. You pause, trying very hard not to make any unnecessary expressions.

“I… don’t believe I know you well enough for that.” You say carefully. It’s hard to know what he’s actually feeling since his emotions are so suppressed. Worse than that, you’re not sure that he knows what he’s feeling sometimes, for the same reasons.

“It is an inevitable course of action, isn’t it? This is an arrangement between both of our families. Would you feel more valued if I took you on a dozen dates before we went further?”

The slight smile on his face seems to be one of amusement, other than anything devious or concerning, but the uncomfortable truth behind his words unsettles you more than the words themselves.

“My worth is less my concern, and our compatibility is more my concern.” You say after a moment’s consideration. “Perhaps you have made up your mind, but I have not.”

“There are few better ways to discern compatibility than-.”

You put your hand up, and you’re sure your irritation is painfully apparent on your face. “Pardon me a moment, won’t you?” You say, standing up and heading toward the bathroom. You wanted to sprint for the front door, but you didn’t have the strength to run for long, and you were quite certain that his princeliness could catch up to you easily.

You aren’t sure what Sabo can do for you even as you’re calling him, but you know that you can’t easily get out of this on your own. He’s been polite the entire time, even marginally considerate toward the wait-staff. If you caused a scene now, it would be your sanity coming into question, not his.

The phone rings and rings and you get Sabo’s voicemail. Clicking your tongue in frustration you hang it up. He must’ve gotten caught up in something at work. You chew your bottom lip for a second and dial Ace’s number.

After a couple rings he picks up and you can hear a ruckus in the background.

“(Y/N)?”

“Ace, my apologies but it seems I require assistance.” You admit, trying to keep your voice down in the echoing bathroom stall.

You can hear a few familiar voices in the background and realize he must be at the station. “If you can’t I can-.”

“Already on my way.” He says as the line goes dead.

You’re concerned about his possible temperament, but if he didn’t show up you were more concerned that your date was going to drag you to his place regardless of your desires. You take a breath and send a text to Sabo.

You: Ace is coming to get me, things went sour. I will do my best to avoid the need for bail on your brother’s behalf.

Figuring that was the best you could do, you stepped out of the unused stall and washed your hands before returning to your table. Ichiji was still seated, looking as bored and arrogant as he had the moment you had stepped into the café.

There is another round of drinks at the table, and that was a bit of a relief. At least he didn’t mean to drag you to his place as soon as you had returned. He’d been grumbling about tradition during your earlier conversation, and nobles and their ilk did not rush social engagements. He might not like the traditions, but he seemed determined to stick to them.

“My apologies and thank you.” You say, sitting down as you nod toward the fresh drinks.

Ichiji inclines his head in response and then regards you silently for a moment. “When will he arrive?”

You flinch but decide against trying to play dumb. “In a few minutes, I suppose.”

“Boyfriend or brother?” He questions, a hint of amusement in his otherwise flat voice.

“Have you had repeated issues with dates, Prince Vinsmoke, or are you a mind-reader?” You ask. The words come out a bit more harshly than you mean, and you’re surprised to see him lean toward you. For the first time since your date had begun, he looks truly interested in the conversation.

“I’ve had a few dates. None before now which had my father quite so adamant that I be on my best behavior.” He admits. “But all before now seemed to desire me.”

You lost control of the expression on your face and knew you were leveling an unamused look at him. He smiles in response.

“Am I ugly?”

“Objectively, no.” You answer steadily.

“Plus, I am royalty.” He adds.

“Strong enough you didn’t bring any guards.” You admit. “You mean to say these traits make you desirable enough to have young noblewomen throwing themselves at your feet?”

“Historically, it seems to be just so.” He answers flatly. “But not you. Boyfriend. Or Brother?” He asks again, more pointedly this time.

“Nakama.” You answer after a moment.

“Hm.” He leans back, eyes regarding you from over the tops of his shades before he pushes them back into place. “Allow me a second date.”

“Earlier you spoke of inevitability, and now you’re requesting my time?” Your confusion showed on your face, but you weren’t giving him the incredulous look you wanted.

“Agree to a second date, and I will speak well of today to both of  our families.” He offers.

“And if I don’t agree?”

“A second date will happen anyway, and I doubt your mother will be pleased in the process.”

You sigh. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He muses.

“The request was my time.” You say with a smile. “Not my enthusiasm.”

A smile crosses his face, and you hear a soft chuckle from him as he pulls his wallet out and tosses more money than is needed on the table.

“It has been, surprisingly, my pleasure, Miss (Y/N).” He says as he gets up. “Until next time.”

“Sure.” You say again, keeping your hands on the table. Normally you would be expected to offer a hand in farewell, especially if you were parting on good terms.

The smile hits his lips, and he turns and walks away. You let out a breath you knew you had been holding and nearly started shaking. The whole thing had been unexpectedly tense out of nowhere, and there was also such a threat buried in the exchange.

You could only hope you could delay the second date for as long as possible.

The soft screech of tires outside catches your attention, and you turn to look out the window in time to see Ace get off his motorcycle and pull his helmet off. He was wearing the most clothes you’d seen on him in a while, jeans, leather jacket, and work boots. He was covered head to toe.

Tucking the helmet under his arm he stepped into the café and scanned the tables briefly before seeing you. You give him a weak chuckle and he comes over to the table and crouches down beside you.

“You alright?”

You nod, and then shake your head.

“Is he coming back?”

You shake your head. “Not today.”

Ace looks around before looking back to you. “Think you can ride on the back of my bike?”

“I’ve never ridden before, is it physically hard?” You ask, looking at him.

He smiles. “Nah, it’s not hard at all. So long as you think you can hold onto me?”

“Difficult as it may be for a proper lady such as I,” you say, exaggeration dripping into your voice as you smile. “I’m sure I can manage.”

Ace grins and puts his helmet on you. “How’s it feel? Too tight?”

“No, it’s a little snug, but not uncomfortable.” You say in a muffled voice. “If I’m wearing your helmet, what are you -.”

Ace takes his leather jacket off and it stopped the question on your lips. It was just a plain black t-shirt, but, well, Ace was more than just objectively good looking. You were grateful for the helmet and its tinted visor.

“Here, wear this too.”

“Portgas D. Ace.” You say sternly as you take the jacket. “If I’m wearing your helmet and jacket, what will you wear?”

“I won’t wreck the bike, don’t worry.” He assures you, helping you put the jacket on.

“If you’re not going to wreck then why do I need the helmet and jacket?”

“It’s nice out, but it can still get cold on the bike.” He explains. “Besides, do you want to accidentally take a bug to the face?”

“How could I,” you start as he takes your hand and escorts you to his bike. “Get hit in the face by a bug if I am hugging you from behind? And what about you? You’re driving!”

Ace pulls some shades from a saddlebag and grins at you. “I’ll be fine. If you don’t wear the helmet Sabo will worry.”

“S-Sabo isn’t here right now. What if someone – eep!” You squeak in surprise as Ace lifts you and sets you on the back of the bike. You grab onto his arms from surprise, steadying yourself a little. “… You’re not letting me argue.”

“Nope.” He replies. “My bike, my rules.”

“Tyrant.” You huff, sitting back a little as Ace gets on in front of you.

“At worst I’m a ruffian.” He insists, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “C’mon princess, grab hold.”

You lean forward and reach around him, grabbing onto his shirt near his abs. You scoot a little closer and put your head in the middle of his back, hopefully as comfortably as it can be for him with the helmet on. “Like this?”

“Yeah, and relax.” He says, patting your hand. “It’s a short ride back home, don’t worry.”

You nod a little as the motorcycle comes to life. You’re certain as Ace drives you back home that he’s going slower and taking far more care than he would otherwise. The ride is pleasant, and after a couple blocks you begin to get the feel of how it works to be on a motorcycle.

You relax, even as you continue to hold on, letting yourself move with him as he leans a little into the turns. Something about it almost feels like a slow, odd sort of dance. You hug him a little tighter, and think about how it’s a shame that home is so close to the café.

[mimi-ya]

fashionable ~ sabo x reader

6,100 words | f!reader | nsfw

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

masterlist

“Needs more ruffles.”

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

Well, more so looking at your dress.

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you a Lolita, too?”

“What?” He cocks his head, “No, I’m-”

“Sabo! Espresso for Sabo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A fashion revolution. I love it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

“I think I’m in love.”

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

“That’s nice. I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.” She teases.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You a fan?”

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

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

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

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

He offer’s his arm, “Ready to go?”

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It looks so professional!”

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

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

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

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

“I mean, if you really want to.”

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N), I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aww!”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” Sabo asks.

“Yeah.” You nod back.

.

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

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

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

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

“This one’s nice.” Sabo points out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, that might have been my fault.”

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

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

“If I said yes?”

“I’d be impressed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?” You ask, “What do you think?”

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

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

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

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

The sensation is jarring and unexpected, “Ahh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want it to wrinkle.”

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

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

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

“Please Sabo.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sabo?”

“Hmm?”

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

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

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hm, since there's no Café AU, how about making it a Band!Au where Ace is the lead singer and guitarist of the ASL band, Sabo plays the bass and Luffy for the drums. The Fem!Reader is a close friend of the three and basically the manager of the band? Same multi-purpose fluff prompts #8 and 3 please! Thank you and sorry for the mistake, Astra :<

ASL boyband artwork belongs to @that-lemonade-stand who gave me permission to use their photo.

Warnings: none, just Ace fluff

Word Count:1160

Smiling, you stood on the sidelines as you watched the three brothers rock out on stage. They were the latest, greatest boy band at the moment. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in their songs, it was one of the few moments of peace you got as their unofficial band manager. Being their oldest friend, it had been decided once they’d gotten good enough to need a manager that the job would go to you, a job you gladly took. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the biggest reason you’d taken the job was for Ace. You’d had a crush on him long before they’d started the band and you suspected that you’d care for him long after as well. Listening to him sing along to other bands was what had started this in the first place and while Luffy wasn’t the best singer in the world, the harmony between Sabo and Ace practically had girls throwing hands over who got to kiss the ground they walked on. It probably didn’t help that the two looked sexy as hell with guitars. That’s not to say that Luffy wasn’t very well loved, just that the ones fawning over Ace and Sabo were typically a tad more rabid. The three boys waved to their fans as they stepped off stage, allowing the next band to take their place as they walked up to you. As always, the hot stage lights, playing, and moving around had them dripping in sweat, Ace laughing as he shook his head, droplets of salty water flying everywhere. 

“Agh! Ace, stop! You’re not a dog!” you cried, shielding yourself from the drops as he laughed.

“Oh come on, Y/n! There are girls out in that crowd who’d kill to have me sweat on them. Don’t you feel lucky?” Ace teased, quickly pulling you into a hug and rubbing his sweat covered head against your face, almost like a wet, affectionate cat.

“Stoopp! I’m not a rabid fangirl! I don’t want your gross sweat!” you cried, struggling in his arms, Sabo and Luffy laughing as they watched. The four of you finally heading back towards their dressing room once Ace let you go. Putting on your best pout, you pretended to be upset with the black-haired singer as you grabbed a towel and began wiping off the sweat. In truth, you couldn’t be too upset at him, not when he held you close like that, not when he acted so affectionate. You could still feel your heart pounding from the way his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, his cheek against yours. He always ran a little hotter than most but you couldn’t even feel it with how flushed your cheeks had been. 

“So, you gonna tell him yet?” Sabo whispered, falling back a little to walk next to you. He’d known for a while how you felt about Ace and had repeatedly encouraged you to tell him, not that you ever listened, but that didn’t stop him from urging you to do so time and time again. 

“I… I can’t. He, I’m… there’s just…”

“Nothing stopping you but your own worries. I’ve told you before, I know he’d totally go on a date with you. So hurry up before, I don’t know, he finds some girl band member to date.” Sabo urged. Taking a deep breath, you glanced over at the blond.

“There’s… not even a good time to say anything. We’re usually stuck on the bus, surrounded by cameras, or backstage. Not exactly the best places to confess.” you said, the boy rolling his eyes at your excuse.

“Alright, that’s it. Luffy, plan B!” Sabo called out to the younger boy, thoroughly confusing you as Luffy smiled. A small gasp left your lips as you suddenly found yourself shoved against a still sweaty Ace, both of you suddenly finding yourselves pressed against each other in a rather small closet. The small towel you’d been using was the only thing keeping you from running your fingers over Ace’s bare chest, his shirt long since shed. Taking a shaky breath, you looked up, he was so close, a hair’s breadth away.

“Are uh, you okay?” Ace asked, strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist, holding you close.

“Y-yeah, I… I’m alright. You?” you asked, swallowing hard, hoping that either your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt or that the light coming in through the bottom of the door was low enough that he didn’t notice. Ace chuckled, your position allowing you to feel the rumbling in his chest.

“Come on, Y/n. You’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that.” Ace teased, giving you one of his oh so dreamy smiles.

“Oh, uh, right. Just uh, force of habit, I guess. Listen, uh, sorry about… this.” you said, vaguely gesturing to the closet. While it was Sabo and Luffy who’d shoved you in, you felt partially responsible, Sabo just wanted you to confess.

“Why are you sorry? I figured it was my fault.” Ace admitted, head tilting adorably in confusion. Your brow furrowed as you looked at him, why would this be his fault.

“It’s… because of me that Sabo trapped us in here. He… why would it be your fault?” you asked. Ace looked away, hoping he wasn’t as bright red as he felt, maybe he could blame his flushed cheeks on after effects of the heat from the spotlights?

“I… Luffy was trying… or, well… they wouldn’t have…” Ace screwed his eyes shut as he pulled you close, lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. Your heart skipped a beat as Ace held you, lips still pressed against yours. Closing your eyes, you kissed him back with just as much intensity, hands that had been pressed against his chest moving to wrap around his neck, fingers idly playing with damp hair as the two of you stayed like that for a moment before pulling back.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this moment.” Ace breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

“I… same.” you muttered, eyes tilting away, only to be drawn back to his when he caressed your cheek.

“And? Is the reality of it as good as your dreams?” Ace asked softly, his heart thundering in his chest. It was the moment of truth, did you truly feel the same way about him that he felt about you?

“Reality is even better than my dreams.” you confessed, pulling him in for another kiss. Ace sighed into the kiss, holding you close. 

“We should… get out of this closet…” you whispered once you pulled away again, not that either of you moved to open the door.

“Yeah, but… maybe just… a little longer. I don’t want to share you with the world again just yet.” Ace said before pulling you in for another kiss. Just a little longer, neither of you wanted the dream-like moment to end.

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Invasion

You had such a long day yesterday, and you had all of today to yourself, so it was no wonder you didn't even twitch until about 2pm. You did your 'morning' routine and put on a tee and some jeans before heading out to Pops' place. You should've gone there first thing after last night, but you wanted to sleep more than anything else, and sleeping at Pops' place was near impossible.

Besides, you weren't one of Pops' boys, so you were doing him a favor updating him on last night. Unless he already knew about it.

Your pace down the street slowed as you realize that you might've botched one of Pops' own jobs on accident. Well, whether you had or hadn't, you needed to make sure he knew. Because if someone other than him found out you'd botched their hit on Doflamingo you were going to need Pop to protect you.

You turned your phone on when you got on the train, and realized that the doc, Trafalgar Law, had called a few times. Then texted. He wasn't mad mad, he sounded more concerned than anything else. You decided to text him back instead of trying to have an ambiguous conversation on a packed train.

(Y/N): On a train. Don't blow a gasket, I'm okay. Wasn't me. Patched up a stray.

The little dots that indicate typing were going for a long time, and when the message finally comes through you realize he must've been typing and retyping quite a few times before deciding what to send.

Law: Clinic. Not a pet hospital.

You laugh at the idea of Doflamingo being someone's pet.

(Y/N): I didn't use anything expensive, did I?

Law: No.

(Y/N): Bill me then, or let me know if you need a hand and I'll work it off.

Law: You work at a café, a flower shop, a delivery service, and that other place. How can you even offer to work here?

That other place huh? You smirk at the screen, you are well aware Law doesn't get along with Eustass, but the guy had built up a successful auto-body shop from literal scrap. It was worth at least a little recognition.

(Y/N): I'd make it work. Let me know.

Law: Your stray survive?

(Y/N): I imagine so.

It took ten minutes to reach your stop. You walk briskly the rest of the way to Pops' place. If you had been thinking at all when you woke up, you would've called and asked Marco or Thatch to come pick you up. Getting around on your own was a habit, but if you had screwed up royally last night, asking for the ride would've been the smarter move.

Getting to the gate was the first time you'd relaxed since leaving your apartment.

There was a bit of static and a beep before Sabo's voice came through. "(Y/N)?" You look into the camera and make a funny face in response. "Come in, come in." Sabo laughs and the gate buzzes, opening up and letting you through.

Jogging up the driveway you notice Thatch outside smoking. "Hey, is Pop home?"

He nods, "You missed breakfast, but it won't be too much longer until dinner." Thatch offers automatically and then gets a better look at you. "(Y/N), you alright?"

Taking a moment to consider things, you shake your head. "Thatch. I need to talk to Pops. Like, now now."

Thatch puts out his smoke and turns toward the doors alongside you. He calls to Marco when you got inside and then makes a gesture you don't catch. Marco nods, and you and Thatch continue upstairs. The boys were a mess most of the time – loud, rowdy, it was amazing this manor could handle it, but when things were serious, so were they.

You saw them shift gears one time with some punks when you were all hanging out back in your school days. The creeps didn't realize who they were, and were being disrespectful, but it wasn't bothering any of them. You pipped up because you all were running late and one of the punks turned too fast and accidentally hit you with the back of his hand.

Things went from 1 to 'oh no' in a split second. Ace had scared you a little, wanting to know if he should break fingers individually or all in one go. It took you two agonizingly long minutes to get everyone to chill and get the klutz who smacked you off with a bruise on his wrist, only cause Sabo had snatched it out of the air so fast.

It's nice to know you're loved, but mob boys are overprotective.

Thatch knocks on the study doors for you. "Hey Pops, (Y/N)'s here and she needs to speak to you."

"Come in, come in!" Pops sounds like Santa Claus when he's in a good mood. You know the big red gift giver isn't real, but Pops had that same big jovial voice and presence. Like he was an entity much larger than his appearance would suggest, and his appearance was by no means small.

Thatch opens it up and lets you step in. Pops, Edward Newgate to most folks, had his arms out for a hug, but the smile on his face relaxes when he realizes Thatch wasn't coming in with you. You give him a hug, you weren't here because you were mad at him, so hugs were in order.

"What happened, lass?" He asks. His voice was still kind, but it was stern, and a little comforting as well.

"I hope nothing bad, but you're going to have to tell me, Pop." He gestures to a seat, and after you sink into the big chair you start telling him about last night, or rather this morning. He doesn't say anything while you talk, doesn't even hardly move as a matter of fact. When you finish, you looked up at him with concern.

"Look, my biggest worry is I messed up a job you were overseeing."

Newgate shakes his head. "I know you know we're not exactly legal, but we don't facilitate hits. Especially not against an international organization like his."

"In... INTERNATIONAL?" Your eyes nearly fell out of your head before you sink back into the seat. "Aw fu---uuudge." Pops doesn't like his kids swearing, and while you might not be one technically, you don't test something like that.

"Are you willing to stay here for a few days, (Y/N)?" He folds his hands together and leans forward on the desk. "Doflamingo won't do you any harm, but it sounds like him and his Family are going to be recovering for a couple days whether they want to or not. Whoever had betrayed him might have enough connections to figure you out, and we can at least keep you safe for now."

You make a face, one torn between wanting to stay safe, and not wanting to spend a few days in a row around all of Pops' sons. You loved them, but they also loved you, and it was all very sibling-like and that meant it was not going to be relaxing at all.

Plus, it meant not working, and if you weren't working you were fidgety. You had plenty of funds tucked away, because while you worked a lot, you didn't spend much. You didn't work because you were desperate for cash, you just preferred to be busy versus not.

You make frustrated grunting noises for a moment and then sigh. "Can I borrow someone to come with me while I go to my jobs for a couple days, or is that asking too much?"

Pops smiles. "I do admire your work ethic." He ponders your request for a moment. "Take Marco and Thatch with you to your place, get some clothes and whatever else you need. I'll have Sabo set up the guest room for you, and I'll work out a schedule so that at least one of the boys are with you at all times."

"And you won't reach out to Doflamingo and tell him I'm the one who helped him, right?"

"Won't?"

"Won't." You insist.

Pops shrugs. "I suppose I won't."

He calls all the boys into his office and explains what was going on. They got that 'serious business' look on their faces for a second, but then everyone was patting your shoulders and ruffling your hair and promising that you weren't going to have anything to worry about.

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Thatch and Marco drove you back to your apartment, well, duplex-surrounded-by-other-duplexes. You had two floors to yourself, but it was still a tight community. Nice, but not upscale, plenty of eyes watching, but not necessarily snooping. It was exactly the kind of balance you preferred.

The three of you were all laughs and light conversation until you open your front door. Marco pulls you back and he and Thatch had guns in their hands in an instant.

"Keep behind me, yoi." Marco instructs, and you tap his back to show you understood. He and Thatch step in, covering each other as they work their way into your home. They knew the place well enough that there weren't going to be any nasty surprises for them to worry about. You followed in behind them, staying only where it was explicitly clear.

You weren't devastated at the destructive tornado that had blown through your home, but you were unsettled by it. Having left a little after 2pm, It was barely 5pm as the two eldest Newgate sons were walking through your home making sure there wasn't anyone still around.

Pulling out your phone you send a text to Law.

(Y/N): My stray might've had an owner last night.

Taking a picture of the upheaval in the front room you send it with the text.

Law: Tell me you're not in that alone.

(Y/N): Nah, Marco 'n' Polo are here.

Law: Stay. With. Them.

(Y/N): I'm gonna. They're here with me cause it was already decided. You be careful.

Law: I will.

Doc had his own connections, or was his own connections, sometimes you weren't really sure which it was, but you still wanted to make sure he had as much of a heads up as possible. Once you knew Law was okay you catch yourself starting to shake. Thatch comes back downstairs and gives you hug after tucking his gun away.

"Marco's making you a bag. We'll swing by the store if you need any lady stuff." He says matter-of-factly. "It's gonna be okay, kiddo."

Nodding, you try to speak, but instead, just start crying. Someone was in your home, putting their hands on your stuff, inside of a very short window of time in which you could've still been here for it. You didn't care that the place was a mess, you cared someone came uninvited into your home. Thatch hugs you tighter and lets you cry for a few minutes. Marco stops on the stairs and waits for you as well, your suitcase in his hands.

You imagine they were both considering taking revenge on Doflamingo's behalf, but they wouldn't do something like that unless you'd been hurt. Stepping in on another man's revenge over some furniture wasn't a good enough reason.

The car ride back was silent. Thatch drove, Marco sat in the back with you and kept petting your hair while you dozed off and tried to stay calm.