#marcosaboace

[madbunsy]

Based on @xamaxenta post about watches, very fun read :3

[cerseidm]

My gift to @xamaxenta​ for the Winter flash exchange!!! A fanfic, with a fanart to go with it 🥰 I hope you like it!

[masminizine]

Hey all!!! <3 It’s a bit late on tumblr, we’ll confess, but we’re still looking for responses about the MAS mini zine, if any of y’all are interested in such a project. At the moment canon divergence and fantasy are running neck and neck, and we’d love to see a tiebreaker!

[kingsofneon]

Prompt! MAS, "Stop fantasizing about me while I’m talking to you!”

“You should have been nicer when I told you to.”

Marco blinks as his own voice floats through his head, interrupting the spiel he’d been in the middle of, and then blinks again as an image decides to accompany it. It’s himself, flatteringly tall, and his glasses glint in the light of the porthole, and- 

Realisation flashes through him. He scowls and snaps his glare on to Ace. “Stop fantasizing about me while I’m talking to you,” he growls. 

Ace pouts. “I can’t help it,” he whines. “You’re doing the-” he indicates Marco’s entirety, and Marco tips his head back with a frustrated groan.

“It is your own fault for wearing the glasses,” Sabo murmurs, ever the fucking troublemaker, and Marco looks to see that there’s a grin hovering around the edges of Sabo’s mouth. In Sabo’s thoughts is the flash of Marco in a suit and his glasses, a ruler smacking pointedly against his palm, and Marco irritably swipes it away before it can go any further. He’s seen that fantasy play out before.

“The glasses I need to see?” he says instead, and Ace rocks back in his chair.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to combine them with the grumpy voice. You know how much that gets us going.”

He wants to yell. He wants to laugh. He settles instead on being disapproving, but then - almost in tandem - both of them send him the thought of them on their knees eager to be punished for the slight they’ve caused. Ace is pleading, as always, his eyes big and teary, because when he falls into subbing he falls hard, but Sabo’s leering and proud, a ring gag between his teeth.

“I’m not going to get anything through to you today, am I,” Marco says, not even bothering to make it a question, and Ace blinks up at him innocently.

“You were trying to get something done?”

(Two hours later, when he’s strung them up exactly as their fantasies have requested, he puts back on his glasses and brings out the files they’ve fucked up. “Now that I have your attention, where was I?”)

[dirtyshankings]

Can you do overstimulation and MÁS please? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Yeyeyeyeyeye

probably not the way you wanted 

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Marco

He gets super weak in the knees

Usually quiet, but gets loud when he orgasms

Likes being rimmed for overstimulation

Fondle his balls while rimming him and i can assure you his partners will have a singing canary by morning

He’s messy, but he cums so neatly in a small pool on his stomach or wherever, and he just goes. Limp.

Aftercare is a big plus, makes him more sensitive and feel good and sleepy

Ace

Usually has to be gagged because he can, and will, get fucking loud

Sucking him off while fingering him usually does the trick

Milk him for all he’s worth, i promise, it’s worth it

Usually got to bring out the bars because someone doesn’t wanna keep his legs open for his partners to see him make a mess of himself

He comes on himself, like, hard; there’s cum in his hair, on his cheek, and he will do his damnest to try and lick it off his own cheek and makes sure Mar and Sab sees him trying

Sabo

Can and will absolutely SCREAM while orgasm

Enjoys rimming and bjs for overstimulation

His skin is sensitive af, so if his partners just brush his hips or just kiss along his shoulders while fucking him then he can get even more overstimulated  

Can and will go for multiple orgasms

When he comes, it’s messy and strong; he can get cum on furniture if his partners REALLY got him going on a grind

[nari-writes]

Why not a Marco/Ace, pre-MAS in the One Piece World, where Ace and Marco are a thing. They met Sabo who's still amnesiac. Follow up the reunion (at your discretion) and Marco realizing, that the brothers appeared to be a package deal and he can't find in himself to be against that.

Ace has been camped out by Sabo’s bedside for two days before Marco can gather up enough courage to go see him. Them.

The events at Dressrosa had been…off-putting. Had involved a lot of arguing, and Marco was still getting over being turned into a plush toy and forgotten. It wasn’t Ace’s fault that Marco needed time, nor that there was a niggle of fear in the back of his head that when he stepped through the door, Ace would turn from Sabo, look at him with blank eyes, and say “who?“

Instead, Ace says, “I’m not leaving him,” and crosses his arms. With his glare aimed at Sabo, Marco could almost pretend Ace was mad at his best friend instead of his boyfriend. Instead of his crew, the people who’ve spent days worrying about him, but who’ve also spent the time trying to convince him to leave Sabo’s side.

Marco shuts the door. “I don’t expect you to,” he says softly, and sets a tray down by Ace’s side. Ace’s sharp posture relaxes incrementally, but he doesn’t look over at Marco’s offering. On the bedside table is the tray from breakfast, still half-full and carefully sectioned to one side of the plate. The side closest to Sabo’s unconscious form. Marco shifts the plate away, carefully, and places the tray in Ace’s lap. “Eat,” he says. “All of it.”

“I’m not hungry-”

“Eat,” Marco says, stern this time, and when Ace looks like he’s going to protest, Marco takes his chin and makes Ace look at him. “Thatch has about a hundred meals on standby for when he wakes up. I’m here for his injuries. Pops is already excited to say hello. Trust us.”

Ace pauses, a second, two seconds too long. His fingers tighten in his shorts. “I do.”

“Then let us take care of you. Of him.”

“I’m not-” Ace says, soft, and his eyes slide away, guilty and sad. “I’m not…used to that.”

Marco forces a grin, tugging gently on Ace’s hair to make Ace swat at his hand and to try and coax a smile onto Ace’s face. “With how this crew spoils you, you’d think you’d be used to being taken care of.”

Ace doesn’t smile at the tease. His mouth curls even further down. “No. No, not- not you guys taking care of me.” His face slips from between Marco’s fingers, turning his head to look at Sabo like he can’t bear to take his eyes off Sabo’s body. “At…anybody else taking care of him. It was always just…us.”

He reaches out, hand shaking as he lets his fingertips run down the side of Sabo’s scar, passing over his cheekbone, and then-

Stops, just at the corner of Sabo’s lips, like he’s too afraid to touch there. Too afraid to go further. Sabo frowns and makes a pained noise, tilting against Ace’s touch, and Ace yanks his hand away, startled.

“I’m sorry,” Ace whispers, and Marco doesn’t know if Ace is saying it to Sabo, or to him. For a moment, his heart squeezes.

In the back of his head, Marco had always been…jealous, of Sabo. Unfortunately so, considering that Sabo was dead, and being jealous of a dead man generally made people worried, but the thing was - when Ace had first told Marco about his brothers, he hadn’t mentioned anything about Sabo being dead.

And with the way Ace slipped Sabo into stories - I figure Sabo would’ve said this, or Luffy pretended Sabo was his imaginary friend for a whole month when he was fourteen - Marco had always assumed Sabo was out there, somewhere, and that Ace was just settling. Settling for kind enough, strong enough, kept a secret well enough, and that, perhaps, Ace didn’t realise he loved Sabo because they’d been so close, and Ace had nothing to compare it to.

That when he did have something to compare, when Marco had given Ace everything he had, that Ace would realise actually, he was in love with his childhood best friend, and thanks for the help in realising it, Marco, but if it’s all alright, Ace would just be going back along to the first person who’d made him feel like he was worth something.

Finding out Sabo was dead (supposed to be dead) had….eased that, somewhat. Of course Marco was second-best to a ghost; ghosts weren’t anything like the living. You could make them into whatever you wanted, whatever you needed, and Ace needed someone to love him unconditionally. Someone who had his back, who knew every trick, who cornered sheep to fleece them out of their money and knowledge and whatever else the two of them wanted. If Marco was second-best to that, he didn’t mind losing the competition.

And then two nights ago he hadn’t even been part of the competition. He’d been taken from everyone’s memories, forgotten by everyone he’d ever cared about, and watched Ace risk his life for a facsimile of the mera mera. Watched him meet Sabo, trade jokes and barbs like they were rehearsed, and wear a frown that got deeper with every word - right up until the explosion at the SMILE factory caught Sabo like a wrecking ball and realisation hit Ace at the same time. 

A realisation that Marco didn’t share. He was not supposed to be the one caught flat-foot when it came to information about Ace, and yet-

Ace ignored Marco entirely to drag Sabo’s body close, burying his tear-streaked face into Sabo’s coat and bawling like he’d just lost something important. (Found something important was probably more accurate-) Especially after Ace said, Luffy and I were so worried about you, and then, like a confessional, I wanted to die, before he braced himself and gathered Sabo into his arms, carrying him back to the ship.

Ten minutes into knowing Sabo, and two days into Ace hovering by Sabo’s side, Marco could already tell; they were Ace-and-Sabo, Sabo-and-Ace, linked names like knots in a bracelet, like animal codependency. One without the other was asking for desert dwellers to drown, or mermaids to fly.

But being forgotten still hurt, being ignored had left his chest aching, and logistics didn’t make him feel better about Ace spending two days by Sabo’s bedside.

Ace leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest and letting out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I’m sorry I’ve just been- here, with him. I’ve just been-” Ace trailed off.

“Worried,” Marco supplied, and Ace nodded.

“What if he’s- different? He didn’t seem like he had memories of us.”

Marco looked away when Ace began to blink rapidly, but stepped closer just in case. Ace hated to be seen crying, no matter how many times the crew said it didn’t make him weak, but Marco couldn’t leave him.

There was a gentle thunk as Ace plonked his head against Marco’s hip, taking the comfort offered by refusing to unwind from his stiff position. “If he doesn’t remember-” Ace stopped, grip tightening on his biceps before he managed to let go. “If he didn’t remember us, would that have been-” Ace reaches out again, hand hovering over Sabo’s skin. “Would that have been better?” Ace’s voice dropped, hollow and blank. “He wouldn’t know me.”

“And what did you think, as soon as you’d gotten back memories of me?” Marco asked, carefully pushing down the part of him that wanted a proper answer, wanted more from Ace than to use this trauma as ammunition, but-

Ace looks at him, finally, so pained that Marco’s heart tightens. He holds out his hand, searching, and wraps fingers around Marco’s palm, pulling him in close. “It hurt,” he said. “It hurt to realise I’d forgotten you. That I’d been hurting you because I wasn’t- I don’t want to hurt him. If I leave-”

“How do you think you’d feel, if you found out I’d left you?”

“He knows more about me than you do,” Ace says, and Marco ignores the sting in his heart. Jealous of a dead man, but the dead man’s still breathing, picking Ace away from him bit by bit, like peeling fingers off a cliff face.

“If he knows more,” Marco says, trying to sound like he knows what he’s talking about, “then to have lost it would hurt more.”

Ace gives a short, sharp laugh. “And what if-”

“Stop,” Marco snaps. “Stop with the what-ifs and apologies and the idea that the man you care so much about, who cares so much about you, will be so irredeemably different. We won’t know until he wakes up. Also, if you say anything about him not waking up, I’m taking that as a slight on my skills as one of the best doctors in the world, and I will not be pleased about it.”

Finally, a smile comes to Ace’s lips. “Bit arrogant, aren’t you?”

Marco sniffs haughtily, relief spreading over him like a blanket. “I have every right to be,” he says, trying not to let contentment sneak into his tone as well. “And, look, Ace- I can’t say he won’t be different. He did look like he’d had pretty severe head trauma as a child, and you don’t know what he’s been doing for the past twelve years. But I can say for certain that he loves you. Probably as much as I do.”

The tiniest flush crept onto Ace’s cheeks, and Marco smiled to see it, a small painful thing.

“And, all of this-” Marco says, and watches guilt flash across Ace’s face, heavy in the downturn of his mouth, and Marco sighs. “It was hard,” he says, picking the words as carefully as one might sew stitches. “Being…forgotten. Watching you go through that and knowing I couldn’t help. My powers were…they’re meant to be useful, and I couldn’t do anything. I know you want to take care of him yourself. I know that’s what you’re used to, but I- “ 

Marco paused, then carefully reached out to touch Ace’s cheek; curve down the bone, his jaw, stopped at the corner of his lips. “You have me, now. And if that’s not what you want any more, that’s fine.” Ace jolts, eyes wide, and Marco presses his fingertip against Ace’s lips so he can finish speaking without interruption. “But I’d help, if that was what you needed. Wanted.”

“Marco,” Ace breathes, and then he’s up and out of the chair, warm hands on Marco’s cheeks, their foreheads pressed together. “I’m not used to it. Not used to not being alone.”

“You’re a package deal. I’m not complaining.” A wicked smirk curves up Marco’s face. “I can think of quite a few crew members who are going to be real pissed at me for being close to both of you.”

Ace’s blush deepens further. Marco’s grin gets wider.

“Why Ace,” he says, and he knows Ace has caught his tone when Ace starts yelling, shut up shut up shut up! “What are you thinking about?”

As Ace yells at him for the innuendo, spluttering as he tries to defend himself and his feelings, Marco lets his smirk fade into something fond. Sabo hadn’t seemed soft, before he’d fainted, and he’d made Ace cry (more than once, Marco’s colder side whispered,) but to get to know the man who’d saved Ace’s life, who’d kept Ace safe, and even being able to see the crew’s faces when Marco first cracked a two-for-one joke and got to show off how happy Ace was-

Well.

It wouldn’t make up for being forgotten, but Ace isn’t setting him aside - and he’s looking forward to the new memories they'll make together.

[onepiecemakesmeweep]

Kindred Wings: Basics

Everyone is born with white wings that are incapable of flight.

When you turn 10, one wings turns a solid color that represents themselves, the other then becomes their soulmates color (as long as their soulmate is alive and also 10, if not the wing remains white until your soulmate is that age)

Once you meet your soulmate, you get your wing back and both of your wings transition to your own colors that are now tinted with your soulmates color as well.

Your soulmate can reject you and then both partners wings forever turn gray.

If your soulmate accepts you, your wings become capable of flight

Everyones wings are unique and different.

Its uncommon, but some people are born without wings and are looked upon with pity.

Devils fruit powers apply to wings as well, the only exception is for Zoan users. The wings dont typically manifest in animal form. If someone trains enough though, sometimes they can

Fishmen and merpeople have wings as well that have adapted to both land and sea.

These are the basics for my OP wing AU! And more will be posted as I work on the story:) Any questions feel free to ask

[archangel1961]

One Piece Prompt #Unknown

Ace is the sole prince of Raftel, one of the largest magical kingdoms in All Blue. Unlike most sole-heir royals, Ace isn’t obnoxious or spoiled or cruel. True he’s hardheaded and temperamental and brash, but he’s also polite, kind, sweet, and gentle. Rouge and Roger ruled the kingdom and set a golden age for their country. And as such they’re also loved by their people dearly.

Throughout his years he grew up with his “brothers” Sabo and Luffy. Nobles from a different kingdom in South Blue but due to circumstances, they were raised together. It wasn’t long before Ace and Sabo fell in love, around their teen years they decided to stop dancing around each other and finally got together.

It was the most blissful 6 years of Ace’s life.

Until Sabo was kidnapped and the boat holding him burned and sank to the sea. Days turned to weeks into months, and no signs of Sabo. The fiery prince didn’t want to give up but as the heir to the kingdom, he had to choose between one man and a kingdom.

Ace will forever choose Sabo over the world. But Prince Ace of Raftel cannot abandon the life of his people for one life.

And so they moved on. They shed their tears, where Luffy cried the most. Both of Luffy’s and Ace’s parents mourning the lost of the son they thought they’d never asked for but forever grateful to have had.

Ace wasn’t the same after that. He still smiles and remained kind but there was cruelty in his eyes. Rage that cannot be tamed by any water.

*******

At age 24, exactly at Sabo’s death anniversary, Ace got a slave. While they do not condone the act of cruelty against servants nor people trafficking, they cannot stop the ruling of other countries. King Doflamingo of Dressrosa appeared in their midst asking for truce between kingdoms. As proof of his hospitality, he gave the young prince his precious treasure.

“He’s a bit old, around 36 or something we’ve lost count. But I assure you, he won’t disappoint”

He said as he dragged the chain connecting to a blond’s collar. Truly he does look more mature than most slaves Ace had seen nobles preferred to take. He had the same blond hair and the same blue eyes. But Ace only saw red.

Marco the Phoenix. A prince from a hidden kingdom unknown to many. He was kidnapped as a child raised as slave by the Donquixote family. He had grown quite old in his cellar and Doflamingo deemed him useless enough to be given away despite his ability to heal and transform into a phoenix.

Marco saw this opportunity to find home, to finally see his Pops and brothers and sisters again. Thinking if he’s being given away to a kind kingdom, they’d let him be free or at least find them again.

But one look in that rage-filled eyes stomped the hope from further developing. He knew those eyes. It won’t end well for him.

Ace on his part, was appalled. How dare this pink chicken thinks that he can offer a slave as a replacement for Sabo? How DARE he thinks that someone can replace Sabo?

Ace didn’t see Marco for who he was at the time. He only accepted the offer with a strained smile to avoid further conflicts.

And yet, as Marco deduced, it did not go well for him. Day and night Ace would take him. Bed him and be as rough as he can when he’s angry, bored, or simply whenever he’s sad. As if trying to find a missing person in Marco’s form.

Marco would moan, scream, and keep shut if that’s what his told. He’d do anything Ace would order because despite the rough treatment, the kingdom was kind to him. And despite every rude comment, every side sneers, Ace always looked like he’s in deep despair.

One night, Marco tried to coax him to open up, to try and befriend his new master, wishing to alleviate some of his pain.

The prince only slapped him and yelled, “You’re but a replacement! Know your place.”

Marco only accepted it because what else could they be? Why should he hope that the prince would be different? That he could be someone to the prince just because he beds him day and night?

They didn’t do anything for weeks after that. Marco who thought he’d finally get to connect with someone went back to secluding himself in his quarters unless called upon. Ace apologized three weeks later.

They got along better after that. They talked, and talked and talked and talked.

Ace learned about Marco’s family. How everyone is mostly a child of magic and has their own attribute. Marco learned about Ace’s childhood and his lost love.

Ace cried for the first time in years when Marco said, “It’s okay to mourn for years. You love him after all.”

He wept until he can no more and fell asleep side by side with the blond.

*******

Two years went by and the prince was back. Ace was back. His parents, the people, and Luffy couldn’t be happier.

Ace and Marco’s relationship remained master and servant. But he was gentler. And with each passing hour, Marco falls harder for someone who won’t ever be his.

But Ace was starting to fall for Marco. The man who accepted him despite his childish tantrums when he was mourning for Sabo. The man who saved him from himself when he wanted nothing more but to join his lover in the after life.

Marco rarely shows his phoenix form but the few times he does Ace was enthralled. Why the other was embarrassed about his form Ace had no clue. He’s beautiful.

Ace helps him with his heats, a feat they were not expecting to happen because according to Marco, his heat hadn’t come to him properly since he has reached the proper age. Ace offered to find ways to avoid getting him pregnant (another surprise from Marco’s phoenix heritage) but the blond said he’d only get pregnant with his true mate.

He was gonna do his move. He was gonna tell Marco to give him a chance to court him. To make him Ace’s. To be his true mate and have many children with him.

But he never got the chance. Because the Moby Dick Kingdom, a country hidden beyond fairies and giants and all magical beings suddenly visited their home. They said they found someone, from 9 years ago that finally remembered his past and now wishes to go home.

When the giant Whitebeard came in, he clashed with Roger, apparently their normal greeting and were good friends until the other have to go into hiding to protect his family.

Ace saw Marco cry because finally his Pops was there and everyone from home. After 20 something years of capture he finally saw his family again. He would’ve wanted to meet them properly. To shake Whitebeard’s hand and officially ask for Marco’s hand. To meet and greet the rest of the family for a good first impression.

But he did none of that. Because all of sudden Sabo was back in his arms. The years he mourned for, the man he asked to be given back is finally back in his arms. And so he hugged him tight and kissed him like there was nobody else in the room. Forgetting that he was about to court another man.

******

Marco saw it all happened. Watched from afar as Ace got farther and farther away from him. Watched as Ace brighten up and smile as he never saw before. Watched as the love between Sabo and Ace influences the people around them.

Marco can never hate Sabo. How could he? When he was smart, kind and funny. He can keep Ace in line, a feat Marco was only able to do so in recent months.

Everything looks so normal that it hurts. A reminder that Marco is and will always be just Sabo’s replacement. His family decided to stay in the kingdom for a while. Roger and Edward caught up in all the years they hadn’t seen each other.

Marco was transferred to Lady Rouge’s command. He became her servant and sometimes, just sometimes, he would see the pity in her eyes and he would pretend he saw nothing. He continued his duties despite being told that he doesn’t have to work because if he doesn’t, he would have to join Ace, Sabo, and Luffy. And it would feel like he’s intruding something.

Two months later, whilst doing his morning routine, he suddenly felt nauseated. It continued to happen almost every three hours of the day. Another week of this and Ace ordered him to get himself check. For the sake of everyone worried about him.

And so he did. It was on that day, he found out that he was pregnant. Three months pregnant.

[authenticaussie]

“Don’t worry, Izo,” Sabo managed to say, propping himself up on one elbow, his hand pressed against the stitch in his abdomen, “he’s not the only one who’s kidnapped Ace.” Izo whirled on Ace, his hands on his hips. “Why do you get kidnapped so often?” “I don’t mean too! ”“So, what, you just attract kidnappers?” “Apparently,” Sabo snorted, and Ace scowled. “I don’t mean too.” “And yet…,” Sabo drawled, and Ace’s expression grew petulant.

Show me Skies on Fire (Chapter 19: Repercussions)

Ao3 || FF.N 

[wordsdrippinginink]

more mas taking care of baby luffy, please please pretty please

“When is your birthday?” Marco asks Luffy as he adjusts the straps to the booster seat. “I know we should have asked sooner, but we weren’t expecting to become your dads.”

Luffy mumbles something and Marco takes a short moment to collect himself, resisting the urge to close his eyes and pinch his nose because Luffy’s therapist had said that Luffy thought Marco was upset when he did that and Marco was a parent now, he could change himself for Luffy.

“I can’t hear you, Luffy. Ace’s been trying to figure your birthday out from everything that we have on our paperwork, but we can’t find your birth certificate.”

“The fifth,” Luffy mutters. “But you don’t have ta do anything, Dragon dad never-”

Marco smiles, even though he wants to frown because he’s spent an hour in the therapist's office talking about how to make sure that Luffy was adjusting to his new family and Luffy is always scared when they frown, “Luffy, what have we been telling you?”

“You’re not Dragon dad?”

“That’s right, we’re not Dragon, so relax. Take a deep breath and talk to me, okay? We want to have a party for your birthday. Ace was thinking that it would be warm enough to have it at the apartment’s pool?”

They’re still looking for a new place, but it’s hard to find anyone willing to rent to them and harder still to find somewhere placed between their jobs and the college and Luffy’s school and daycare.

“Ace dad has been planning a party?”

“That’s right, Ace’s been trying to plan a party. Do you want to ask your friends to come to your party? I know it’s short notice because it’s next Saturday, but we can have a party if you want one.”

“And, an’ you and Sabo dad don’t mind?”

Marco smiles, Luffy insisted that dad was added to a name and it was cute, “We would love to have a party for your birthday.”

Makino blinks as Ace shoves a stack of blue envelopes into her face, looking out of breath, “What are these?”

“Luffy’s birthday,” Ace gasps taking a second to breathe. “We just found out when Luffy’s birthday is, it’s not listed in anything that we have, so Marco asked. Those are invitations, could you pass them out? I know Luffy could, but-”

“He’s Luffy?”

“Yeah. We figured we’d get a couple of kids, since it’s next weekend and people have plans, but it’s better to try then not do it. His therapist thinks that it would be good for him.”

“I think it’s sweet. I’ll make sure that everyone gets one.”

“Thank you. I,” Ace leans closer whispering. “I was going to have Sabo bring cookies here and his class on that Friday, would that?”

“That’s perfectly fine!”

“Great!”

Sabo is lurking, he knows that he is, but most of the parents are older than him and he’s not in the mood to pretend that he knows anything about parenting other than what they’ve fumbled through for the last few months. Not that it’s bad. But also, he’s tired from pulling all nighters for his thesis. 

“Are you one of Luffy’s new dads?” a tiny almost red head asks, holding tightly to her floatie and watching him closely. “Cause Luffy says he has three.”

“I am,” Sabo says slowly.”Can I help you?”

She shakes her head, “I wanted to thank you for the cookies and for makin’ Luffy happy. He’s never had birthday stuff before. Mr. Dragon says that birthdays aren’t important.”

“I think Luffy’s birthday is important.”

“Good, Luffy’s my bestest friend and if you’re mean to him,” she narrows her eyes for a minute in thought. “I’ll have Zoro get you! He knows how ta use swords and he’ll get you.”

“Are all of Luffy’s friends going to threaten us?”

She shrugs, “Maybe Sanji? His daddy was really bad and so his mommy de-tested him. So now Sanji is really happy with his new dad.”

“I see. I hope that you’ll tell us if we make Luffy sad.”

“Good, you’re lots smarter than Mr. Dragon,” she rocks back on her feet. “Thanks for the really cool party.”

“It was Ace’s planning. I just stuck up the papers.”

“I’ll thank him too!”

Sabo shakes his head as she hurries away, not running but close, and jumped into the pool with a shriek. Children were interesting.

[xamaxenta]

Canon MAS with the difference that Marco is an incorrigible pervert, like really lascivious and lewd

Really indulges in Ace and Sabo like you wouldn’t believe

So much that Sabo scornfully calls him a horny old man and then goes back to making out with Ace bc apparently that turns said horny old man on alot its just kissing!!! But he can’t deny the way Ace blushes is really cute and makes him so edible tbh

[madbunsy]

Based on @xamaxenta post

[mtcolubo]

some fluffy MAS requests from rbooks!

[masminizine]

Thank you so much for all your responses! We'll try and post some graphics with the information later and give updates on our next steps! 🥰💕

[kingsofneon]

bleed for it is now on ao3  ✌️

as always dead dove: do not eat, check the tags b4 u read this one bc its fucked & if u read it then review (or send me anon messages lmao)

[nari-writes]

“ this tea is amazing! we should get married” for mas? from the pove potion meme

“This tea is amazing,” Marco says, and then he looks up, looks straight at Ace, and a grin pulls at his face. “We should get married.”

The whiplash makes him blink. Ace opens his mouth to try and speak, then closes it again. “What?” he finally manages, and Marco’s grin grows softer at the same time as the noise in the bar lulls.

“We should get married?” he says again, a questioning lilt to his words, and the bar seems to echo with what he’s said. Ace looks back, catching Izo and Thatch and Namur blinking at him, and then turns just in time to catch Marco leaning forwards, way too close for his suddenly skip-stopping heart.

“Where- where did this come from?” Ace says, and can’t help the stilted laugh that leaves his lips as he tries to break the silence. “Marco, I’m not really- you’re not really-″

“I love you,” Marco says, and then his hand is cupping Ace’s cheek and Ace finds he can’t breathe. “You being on the crew has made me happy. You’re so full of life, and passion, and I want to make you happy for as long as you’ll let me. And if you want to marry me, then that means you’d let me do it for the rest of our lives.”

His mouth opens and closes soundlessly again, the warmth of Marco’s palm more effective in silencing him than any threat, and in the moment where he tries to collect his thoughts, he suddenly hears a soft,

“…Well shit.”

His eyes find the blond waiter who’d given Marco his tea, and something sharp pricks at his chest as he stands. “What was that?”

The waiter pauses, startled, and in the half-second that Ace can see their eyes, he knows that the waiter plans to lie. The waiter has something to lie about. He surges out of the chair, heedless to Marco’s small, Ace? and hauls the waiter up by the front of his shirt.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” he snarls, and the waiter’s eyes go wide, his hands raising open-palmed and submissive to his shoulders.

“I just work here,” the blond says, but there’s a cadence in his voice that makes Ace’s rage pool hot in his stomach. Thin smoke begins to rise from the waiter’s shirt. Marco rests his fingertips in the middle of Ace’s back at the same time as the waiter’s eyes go wide, and the tiny chill makes him loosen his grip just slightly, his eyes still narrowed.

“Ace, baby, what’s-”

“Don’t call me that,” Ace spits, and shakes the waiter as though that will jar words free from his stupid lying mouth. “What did you do?”

“Put me down?” the waiter says, but Ace scoffs, the corner of his mouth drawn in a harsh smile. He lifts the waiter even further, till their toes barely touch the floor, and the waiter gives a startled choking noise. “Ca-can’t answer if you-” they try, but then their words get caught in a wheeze

“Ace, put him down, yoi!”

“It’s just a semi-autonomous amorous philtre,” the blond says, eyes all wide and innocent, but those aren’t understandable words, and nobody makes things hard to understand unless they don’t want to be understood. Izo gasps behind Ace and a second later, his knife is at the blond’s throat. 

“You gave Marco a love potion?” Izo hisses, and Ace flares up again in rage at the implication. The blond swears, and then suddenly he’s out of Ace’s grasp and Ace is stumbling back into Izo’s arms. 

“Wha-?” he says, and looks to see the waiter cradled in Marco’s arms, Marco glaring at all of them like they’re the ones to blame. Glaring at them, as though he cares more about this pirate-drugging asshole than his family.

The words love potion come back to him unbidden just as the blond kisses Marco’s cheek and Marco’s expression softens with barely hidden adoration. A sick, burning bile surges in the back of Ace’s throat. 

Oh this just sucks.