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Hiee! It was me who asked for your recent Sabo fic! Thanksie so much for writinggg it. Bloody sabo is a need! I could imagine him well as you said haha. Thank you for writing it ♡ I really love your work a lot. Also, yes! I requested it after reading that you write gore too hehe~

I'm glad you enjoyed it and thank you for requesting it!! It means a lot that you like my work so much!! Feel free to send a request or anything whenever !!!! More bloody Sabo is always possibile...

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I don't know if you'd be open to writing this or not. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. And please don't feel forced to write if you don't want to. It's completely fine. I understand<3

I was thinking that there are not generally really many Sabo torture fics cause he is a revolutionary and that should be very common fics surrounding someone like him but somehow, it's not.

So, for my request, I just wanted something where maybe Sabo is arrested and being interrogated, tortured and stuff, y'know? It doesn't really affect him but it starts affecting him somehow (it can be anything either mentions of his brothers or involving innocent people to get him to speak, personally I'd like the latter)

But his s/o manages to save him before he can be emotionally damaged. And after that him just cuddling his s/o cause he needs emotional recharge.

A/N: Guess who I wrote getting his ass beeeaaaat! It's Sabo. I reaally hope this is to your liking cause I did really enjoy writing it. Bloodied and beaten Sabo is very lovely after-all. I hope you can see him in your mind as you read this. I did my best to follow what you asked for! Lots of fluff in the later half of it as well! I also wonder....did you request this after I said that I write gore? If so, that's awesome. Either way though, thank you for giving me the opportunity to write Sabo getting all bloodied. I'll stop rambling, but thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

I'm Really Glad You're Here

Sabo x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: Blood (kind of descriptive throughout), violence (typical one piece violence), established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, ends with fluff.

Brief Summary: Sabo finds himself in a bit of a predicament. Captured and arrested by Marines as one of them tries to get some sort of information out of him. Whatever shall he do? If only someone came and saved the day.

ao3 link if you'd prefer

Sabo was not even entirely sure how he’d ended up in a predicament such as this. Getting spotted by Marines wasn’t ideal to begin with, getting captured was even less so. Usually this would be something he could easily get out of, one Dragon Claw and his captors would be dead. Unfortunately he was completely caught off guard this time, and the next thing he knew he was chained up in a cell.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in here, the whole time he’d been awake he hadn’t seen anyone at all. It seemed like that was about to change though, as footsteps echoed down the path to Sabo’s cell. 

The footsteps came to a stop in front of his chamber and he listened as the door unlocked. Whoever it was, some Marine officer Sabo didn’t care to know the name of most likely, stood in front of him.

“The Flame Emperor, huh,” the voice spoke and Sabo rolled his eyes at the use of that title. “What a good capture,” the officer laughed.

Sabo said nothing in response to this, he really didn’t care to hear whatever cocky statement might come out of their mouth. He was more focused on figuring out how he was going to get out of this. The chains holding him were, unsurprisingly, made of Sea Prism Stone. That made things a lot more difficult. There had to be someway for him to get out of this, he just had to—

“Are you fucking stupid? I asked you a question,” the officer’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Sabo looked up at them, and it was then he realize that his neck was stiff. He wondered how long he’d even been here. 

Sabo continued saying nothing, which seemed to displease the officer further. Before he could even think of opening his mouth, a punch came directly at his face. Sabo wasn’t particularly surprised nor phased by this, but almost immediately did he feel the beginnings of a nosebleed. That was annoying. 

“Not surprised that that’s how you Marines do things,” Sabo scoffed. He finally spoke, and this earned him yet another fist thrown his way. 

“Do you have anything else smart to say?” The officer asked, some gross smile was plastered on their face and Sabo rolled his eyes. He really would prefer to get back to what he was thinking about before. Though, the Marine took his silence as an opportunity to keep talking, much to Sabo’s dismay.

“We, I, need information out of you. It was a big task given to me, and there’s a big promotion on the line if I can get you to talk,” Sabo really did not give a shit. They could be as violent as they wished, but that would not make him speak. He hoped they’d figure that out soon enough. “No response?” their annoying voice rang in his ears once again.

“What the hell am I even supposed to say to that? I don’t care,” Sabo answered, expecting another punch thrown his way, and it came right on time. His mouth tasted of metal, and the warmth of the blood pouring out of his nostrils didn’t feel great. He coughed and he could feel the blood come up his throat as he did so. God, this was annoying.

Questions about various pieces of confidential information were asked to Sabo over and over, and each time he said absolutely nothing or made some sort of snarky reply. He was really getting used to the violence at this point, and he was more just wondering when they’d figure out this was not going to break him.

The more his mouth tasted of blood, the more he coughed it up and spat it out, the longer he’d just stay quiet. Even as the vision in his good eye began to blur, he really just wondered when they’d get bored. This was tedious and a waste of everyone’s time. The only thing he could smell at this point was the metallic scent of his own blood. He was sure he was covered in it, his nose was probably broken at this point too. 

After what felt like hours, the officer seemed to finally process that this was getting either of them absolutely nowhere. 

“This clearly isn’t fuckin’ working,” their grating voice spoke. If Sabo’s limbs weren’t completely chained up, this officer would’ve been long gone by now. 

Sabo spat out more blood and watched as the person in front of him cracked their knuckles. Sabo almost wanted to laugh at that thought that punching him had caused them pain. Though before he could make any sort of remark, “I guess it’s time to change tactics,” their voice felt like nails on a chalkboard to his ears. 

The officer sighed, “It sucks that it’s come to this, it’s real unfortunate,” Sabo rolled his eyes at this. He was sure they were going to come up with some sort of useless tactic that he would continue to sit through for what felt like forever again. The Marine’s fist clenched a little at the sight of his eye-roll, but they seemed to truly be done with the violence for now as they held back. How kind, Sabo scoffed to himself.

“If you aren’t goin’ to talk, then, well, there’s plenty of other people I can fuck with. There’s a whole village of civilians nearby after-all,” Sabo’s eyes widened a bit at this. He knew the Marines were low, they were scum, but were they implying what he thought?

“Oh? That caught your attention, Flame Emperor?” They practically spat out the title at him. “I could easily take a few of them, bring ‘em here, and tear them limb to limb in front of you! Would that make you talk?” A horrendous smile crossed the officer’s features, “As long as I get you to talk, that promotion is mine, guaranteed. I can do whatever I please,” they laughed. 

“That’s really the level you’d be willing to stoop to? All for some information that you wouldn’t even know what to do with? For a promotion in a system as awful as this one? Pathetic,” Sabo spat out that last word and he could’ve sworn more blood came out of his mouth as he finished.

“I’d do anything for it,” the officer’s smile seemed to get wider. “Do you understand me? It seems like you do. If you’d rather not see innocent people get hurt, then it’d be best so speak.”

Sabo simply rolled his eyes, though, admittedly he was panicking a bit. He had to find a way out of these stupid chains and fast. This Marine officer was clearly being serious, he had to think of something, anything.

“Hm. Alright, I guess, if that’s what you really want. If you really, really want to watch those innocent people beg, and plead, as I torture them, I guess I should go get some of them,” and with that the officer made their way to the cell-door, stepped out, and locked it behind them.

Sabo opened his mouth to speak, he’d just give some sort of fake information. Some lie so they’d be satisfied, he could do that, easy. Though by the time he called out, it seemed like the officer was too far away to hear. That, or they didn’t care.

As he continued to wrack his brain for some sort of means of escape, a sound hit Sabo’s ears. It sounded like someone being knocked out, a loud “thud” hit the floor. Footsteps followed shortly after, the click of those shoes sounded oddly familiar.

“God, it’s nasty down here…” he heard the owner of the footsteps say as they got closer. He knew that voice, he knew it extremely well. His vision was still kind of blurry, but he recognized your figure in the doorway of his prison.

He had a million questions, most of them being “What are you doing here? I told you it was dangerous and to stay at the base, so what the hell are you doing here?” but he couldn’t even begin to ask them. He was just really, really, glad to see you.

“Sabo! You’re covered in blood, we need to get you out of here, like now,” you cupped his face in your hands and he cherished the sensation. “Give me a second, I’ll unlock everything,” he watched as you moved around.

“Did you knock out that officer?” He questioned, he wondered how bad he sounded. You seemed to wince a little at the state of his voice.

“Yeah, I did. You’re more than welcome to finish them off before we get out of here, if you have enough strength,” you smiled at him. He was really happy to see that smile. And something about you knocking out that stupid Marine made a sense of pride well up in his chest.

Once the chains were removed, Sabo could feel a bit of his strength start to return. He clenched and unclenched his hand at the feeling. He then looked at you, with a concerned look plastered on your face. “I’m fine,” he gave a half-hearted smile and your brows seemed to furrow further.

“You’re alive, yes. But I’d say you’re far from fine,” you sighed. “At least lean on me a little so we can get you out of here. You really need to be looked at,” you chided and he laughed a little. 

“You worry too much, it’s not that bad, I’ll live,” Sabo spoke, though he was leaning on you a lot more than he’d like to admit. You started to say something, but he interrupted. “I’m…I’m glad you showed up, really,” he confessed.

You looked at him, the concern on your face twisted into slight-shock, and then you looked like you wanted to cry. “Don’t say something like that out of nowhere…I can’t handle it. I was really worried about you, Sabo.” 

He lifted one of his gloved hands up to pat your head, and as always, you leaned into it. He laughed at this, yeah, he was really glad you showed up, especially when you did.

“Let’s get you to the ship okay? Then you can—“

“I have something I need to handle first,” Sabo once again interrupted you.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, I suppose I can help you get over there so you can finish off that Marine first. Then we can go to the ship,” you sighed, though it lacked any ill-will.

“Knew you’d agree,” Sabo switched to ruffling your hair at that. It’d been a little bit since he’d gotten to crush anyone’s skulls, he smiled a little at the thought. He’d do that, and then he could go back to relishing in the fact that you were here. Maybe today wasn’t all bad after-all.

*******

Sabo had always known you worried too much, but it had been awhile since he’d seen you this concerned over him. He was, truthfully, enjoying it though. Not that he’d tell you that. The whole trip back to the base you were constantly fretting over him. He later learned that even after he eventually fell asleep in the ship’s infirmary, you did not sleep. You had stayed awake to keep an eye on him most of the return to the base.

After making it back and him heading off to talk to Dragon, Sabo had expected you to crash. Though when he returned to your shared quarters, you were wide awake and waiting for him.

“Everything go okay? He was really worried about you too,” you stood up and walked over to him as he shut the door behind him.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I got an earful from him and then Koala on the walk here. I think I’m good,” Sabo rolled his eyes and you laughed at that. 

“Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?” You changed the subject.

“I should be the one asking you that. You haven’t slept since you came and got me,” he retorted.

“I’m fine! I’m not the one who lost a bunch of blood and got beaten—“

“If I say yes will you lay down?” Sabo interrupted and you seemed to pause in thought for a moment.

“Yes,” you seemed to come to a conclusion.

“Great. Then yes, I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep,” he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bed. Once he laid down, you quickly followed suit. 

You then turned to face him and opened your arms, seemingly motioning for him to be held by you. It was his turn to stop and ponder, though his previous exhaustion quickly won him over and the next thing he knew, his face was pressed into your chest. 

He wrapped his arms around you and felt you do the same to him, though one of your hands was petting his head instead. Sabo practically melted into your affection, he had really missed you.

You seemed to hear his thoughts, “I was really worried about you, and I missed you,” you spoke as you continued your ministrations.

“I missed you too,” he replied but his voice was muffled due to your close proximity. You laughed a little at the sound and he was glad to hear it. 

Sabo really needed this, he really did. He wondered if he could get you to stay like this forever, maybe. He thought about asking, but the longer you held him the more he felt his consciousness begin to fade. Sabo supposed asking could wait until he woke up, for now, he would just enjoy this, enjoy you. He really, really was glad you were here.

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I think someone's request gotten eaten by tumblr...the number of messages in my inbox according to tumblr is different from how many I can see....sorry to the person who's request got eaten I have no idea what it was

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A request for Law with a reader that’s part of his crew, personality of Shinobu Kocho, is small that they relied on their weapon and devil fruit to fight. Follows him in Punk Hazard and joins in Dressrosa cause they don’t want to lose him (lost their family at a young age)

A/N: I am so sorry this took me so extremely long. I really hope it is at least somewhat close to what you were looking for. It's been a really long time since I've consumed anything Demon Slayer, and I did do a little research into her, but still I hope this is close to what you were wanting. I will say, I didn't go super heavy into the fighting aspect, nor did I include the devil fruit cause I had zero ideas for one. I'm super sorry about that, and sorry this is probably really lack-luster, and you waited so long. I hope it's at least mildly enjoyable...?

I Won't Let You

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: blood, like a small amount of violence, Law has a death wish of course, pre-relationship

Brief Summary: You had realized that Law probably had no intentions of returning to you and the rest of your crew. So, you followed after him of course.

ao3 link if you'd prefer

You were not supposed to follow Law. You had been told multiple times that he was going alone, and nobody was to come with him. Though you had no intention of actually listening to him, and you could easily find your way. You knew he was going head-first into danger, and that he likely had no intentions of returning. That was not something you could let happen. You were not going to lose anyone else.

The hardest part about following after your captain wasn’t even the following. It was leaving the submarine without any of your other crew-mates noticing. The main problem had been Bepo, who seemed to be well aware that your excuses for where you were going weren’t true.

“You’re going after Captain, aren’t you…?” He had asked, a sad look was plastered on his face.

You took one his paws in your hand and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he comes back in one piece,” you gave his paw a squeeze. “Don’t tell anyone where I’m going,” you then let go and Bepo attempted to stop you again, but you didn’t look back. You were well aware he would not be able to keep it a secret, but by the time he’d spilled it, you were already gone.

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Punk Hazard was not exactly what you’d expected it to be like, though you didn’t have time to marvel at the oddity of the island. Finding Law was your top priority, and sure he’d probably be mad at the sight of you, but he’d get over it. He was throwing himself into something dangerous without an ounce of self-preservation, and you were not going to let him go out like that. He had no say in the matter anymore, not if you could help it.

You found yourself on the half of the island that was practically frozen over, you were sure he had to be around here somewhere. And immediately after you thought that, you saw a familiar form a ways away. You smiled to yourself at the sight, and the fact that he seemed to look the same as always, and made your way towards him.

“Captain,” was the only thing you said and he whirled around to look at you immediately. The expression on his face warped at least twenty times before he spoke to you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He sounded exasperated, and you hadn’t even done anything.

“I followed you,” you smiled at him and Law looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

“I see that,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud sigh. “Why? Why are you here?”

“To help you, you should rely on your crew more,” you stated matter-of-factly and he groaned in response.

“I told you all to—“ he sighed, “I don’t need help, this doesn’t involve you or any of the crew,” you watched as he once again pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“Too bad, I’m here now,” you laughed a little. “Besides, you can rely on me, I can hold my own just fine,” you patted the sheathed blade at your side.

“That’s not—“ Law heaved another sigh and you watched as he mumbled something to himself, likely something about how this put a wrench in his plans. “Fine. Do what you want. I’m not going to look after you, though,” you smiled in triumph at this.

“I’m not asking you to,” though you also knew he cared too much about his crew for that to be true. “I’m here to help you, and that’s it,” he looked almost embarrassed at that, but quickly coveted it up with annoyance. 

“Whatever. As long as you don’t get in my way, it’s fine,” he scoffed and you once again smiled. He was really terrible at acting like he didn’t care.

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An alliance with the Strawhats was not exactly what you expected from your captain. And it clearly hadn’t been and still wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. Though your top priority was keeping him in your sights and keeping him alive, much to his annoyance. 

And despite how annoyed as he acted about your presence, he was perfectly fine with letting you follow him around. Even after your arrival to Dressrosa and he had explained a plan that was very obviously, at least to you, a death wish, he still caved and let you come with him. After what was probably his sixtieth disgruntled sigh of the day, he would stop protesting against you every time.

Though, you had currently lost sight of him, and Dressrosa had practically become a war-zone. You, fortunately, could fight. But as you sliced another marine, and avoided the blood that sprayed out from their wounds, your mind was only on one thing: Law. You had to find him, he would surely get himself killed if you didn’t. You could and would slice and cut through as many marines as it took, you just needed to keep him alive.

After what felt like an eternity of dodging civilians and taking down marines, you finally spotted him. He looked in terrible shape from what you could tell, you rushed over to him.

“Captain,” you knelt beside him and Law seemed to acknowledge your presence despite his state. Your eyes panned over to his arm on the ground, detached from him, and the blood that pooled underneath it. You looked over and saw his (still attached) hand clinging to what was left of his other arm. Blood seeped from the wound and your eyes widened in horror upon taking all of this in. “Your…your arm,” you mumbled out.

“It’s fine,” he struggled to speak, “it can be reattached,” he spoke like it was nothing. Some mix of emotions welled up inside of you, frustration, sadness, you weren’t sure what. He was so…dismissive and you really couldn’t take it anymore. Law was saying something else, you weren’t sure what, nor did you particularly care.

“Goddamnit, Law,” he looked at you at the use of his name. “Stop acting like it doesn’t matter,” you heaved a sigh, “I have no intention of losing somebody else I care about, and that means you,” you were practically glaring at him.

Law was entirely taken aback, he couldn’t recall a time he’d ever seen you make a face like that. Though, you had seemingly pieced everything about his plan together a long time ago, based on how you were acting. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, he wasn’t good with things like this. He opened his mouth to say something, but your expression and what you had said stopped him. 

“I’m not going to let anything else happen to you,” you spoke again and if Law wasn’t presently bleeding out, he probably would’ve blushed a little at that statement. Though all he could do in his present state was stare at your face mixed with anger and resolve. 

Law was almost in awe, maybe…maybe he could’ve trusted you a bit sooner, he thought that for just a second. If only you knew you had that sort of effect on him, and maybe you would at some point.

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No Need to Apologize

Sabo x Reader

Word Count: 559

Tags/CW: References to self-harm throughout, emotional hurt/comfort. established relationship

Brief Summary: Sabo noticed everything when it came to you. Of course he noticed your poor attempt at hiding the fact that you hurt yourself again.

A/N: Something very short and self-indulgent I wanted to write & post. Unfortunately my classes started so requests are going to take even longer because I am already slow when it comes to them...and that just makes me slower. So I waaanted to do something short and quick in the meantime.

ao3 link if you'd prefer

While you knew it was inevitable that he would find out, you did expect it to take longer than a single day. Though, now you were sitting in front of him as he gave you a sympathetic look.

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” Sabo questioned, one of his gloved hands lightly traced over the haphazardly placed bandages. 

“…You’re busy,” was the only response you managed to give. You looked away from his gaze and he let out a small sigh. You winced at that, “I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m not upset with you,” Sabo stopped his previous ministrations and gently turned your face towards him. “I can always make time for you. You make time for me, don’t you?”

“That’s different! You’re way busier than I am,” you protested and he sighed again, though there was no annoyance behind it. 

“It’s always different when it comes to you, huh,” he moved to pat your head. “I’ll always make time for you anyways. I’d prefer you interrupt me in the middle of something instead of hurting yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Sabo,” was the only response you could come up with. 

He grabbed one of your hands in his own and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, really, I promise,” he then moved to stand up. “I’ll change the bandages for you.”

“You don’t need to do that, I can do it myself,” you spoke in an attempt to stop him, but he wasn’t having it.

“I’m right here, so let me,” Sabo smiled and you couldn’t bring yourself to protest further. 

You watched quietly as he moved around the room and got what he needed to help you. You continued watching as he removed your previous poor attempts at patching yourself up. His brows furrowed a little upon actually seeing the cuts and you were once again feeling guilty. Sabo seemed to notice this as he leaned over to place a kiss on your head. You heard him whisper an “it’s okay,” as he pulled back.

“There, all done,” he spoke as he finished replacing your bandages.

“Thank you…and again, I—“ you started to apologize again and Sabo immediately cut you off.

“It’s okay, just,” he, once again, grabbed your hand in his own as he spoke, “I’d like it if you didn’t hide it from me next time though. If you can’t tell me beforehand, at least tell me right after, yeah?” The same sympathetic smile returned to his face.

“…Okay,” you sighed as you intertwined your fingers with Sabo’s own. “I’ll…keep trying to work on telling you before I do anything too…”

“I’d appreciate that,” he pulled you into an embrace. 

You leaned into him, “Um…thank you for not being mad at me, Sabo,” he frowned at that, though you couldn’t see it.

“You don’t need to thank me for something like that. I wouldn’t be mad at you over it,“ he pulled you closer to him. “I love you, y’know that?”

“I love you too,” you smiled a little at his words. “…Can we stay like this for a while?”

Sabo practically beamed at the question, “Of course,” he somehow managed to pull you closer. You let out a small sigh of contentment, maybe you’d get better about telling him eventually. For now though, this felt like enough. 

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heyyy, i hope you're doing good!!

i've been reading your fics ever since you only posted them on ao3, i absolutely love the comfort they bring, i always get excited when you post!! it's so hard to find writers that post about comfort with this type of triggering content so i really thank you for writing these fics,,, i don't comment much but i love to reread them when i need the comfort, we all need a sabo in our lives 🥹🩷

i wanted to request a sabo x reader (set in the normal op universe!) where she was having the best time of her life and everything was going well with her relationship with him. but some things happen in her personal life and she starts to get really anxious and depressed, to the point other ppl have told her to see a psychiatrist and she even needs meds to not completely rip her hair out. things get worse, the self hatred gets even bigger, she's thinking even more about ending it all and she's losing grip on reality as it all gets harder and harder to hide from sabo, he starts to notice and eventually confronts her and she breaks down (or you can choose a better happy ending!!)

welpp i think this was wayy too self indulgent, i'm sorry if it is! thank you for reading this, have a great day/night!! 🩷🩷

A/N: Hi! Thank you for the kind words, it means a lot that you like my writing so much, and I'm really glad it can bring you comfort. I'm flattered you reread them even...wow...what an honor. I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope its to your liking! I did my best, and I hope its what you were looking for.

Keep it Together

Sabo x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Tags: Suicidal thoughts and mentions of suicide (brief implication of a suicide attempt as well), very short depiction and mention of a panic attack, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort

Brief Summary: Things had been going great, until something went wrong for you. You do your best to hold yourself together, but it becomes a struggle.

ao3 link if you'd prefer

Everything had been going fine, great, even. Though, of course that couldn’t last forever. Of course something had to happen, of course. 

You couldn’t do anything about it, it happened, and there was nothing you could do to fix it. Maybe the correct choice would be to talk to someone, to confide in anyone. You had been told by Sabo countless times at this point that you could do just that. It was probably a better option than letting your feelings fester and slowly spiraling. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that to him. 

He had plenty on his plate already, both work-related and outside of work. He had his own feelings, his own issues, and you’d hate to add your own on top of his. Though, this was also hypocritical of you. You’d happily let him confide in you no matter what, and yet you could not bring yourself to do the same to him. All you could do was force yourself to act as if nothing was wrong, and continue working.

Fortunately(?) for you, everyone around you seemed to be none the wiser to your ongoing plight. Your deteriorating state was not something anyone else had noticed thus far. You had managed to hide it well enough, even someone as keen as Sabo had yet to notice. Admittedly, you hadn’t been spending as much time with him lately, but that was beside the point. You had managed to remain the way you were supposed to, and hiding your feelings was not a challenge. Though, things were always apt to change. 

In a bout of some sort of panic, probably a panic attack you figured, you had shut yourself within a supply closet in the base. Your poor attempts at trying to calm yourself, to steady your breathing, weren’t doing much of anything. You needed to get over this, you needed this to stop so you could shove these feelings down once again. You had to get back to work, you had to keep functioning the way you were supposed to. 

To your surprise, someone knocked on the closet door. “…Are you okay? What are you doing in there?” a concerned voice hit your ears. It took you a moment to register it as Koala, she must’ve seen you enter without you noticing. 

You had managed to stifle your panic a bit at this point. “I’m fine,” you spoke, “I was just looking for something.”

“I don’t really believe that, you’ve been in there for a good few minutes,” Koala retorted and you wondered how long she’d been standing outside. 

You hated the thought that you had concerned her at all, she was busy too. But before you could repeat yourself she opened the door and was greeted with your pathetic form. 

Sure, you had managed to calm down a decent amount, but your breathing was still fairly ragged and you could still feel a but of a tremor going through you. You were certain your eyes were red, and it was obvious you had been crying. Before you could sputter out some form of defense, she spoke again.

“You’re not okay at all,” Koala stepped into the closet and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Do you want me to take you to medical? You c—“

Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, you couldn’t process a thing she had said after that question. All you knew was that you didn’t need that, you didn’t want that. You were fine on your own, you were handling it. 

“No, I’m fine,” you spoke, your tone was a lot harsher than you meant for it to be. You didn’t acknowledge it though as you shrugged her hand off of you. “I’m perfectly fine,” you paused for a moment, “Don’t tell Sabo about this.”

She raised a brow at this but before she could question you further, you started to walk off. You didn’t need to bother her, either. You were fine like this.

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The more days that passed, the more persistent Koala seemed to get, and the worse you seemed to feel. It had become a struggle to hide anything properly, you were sure some part of you was always giving your plight away. 

More than once now, Koala had offered to take you to medical or to bring someone from there to you. Every time had been both painfully annoying and made you feel extremely guilty. Avoiding Sabo was a struggle on its own, and you somehow couldn’t seem to avoid him without running into her instead. 

At the very least, for the moment, the shore was quiet and you were finally away from everyone. You could just sit by yourself and feel awful. Every negative feeling towards yourself was able to properly fester and make you feel significantly worse. 

You felt like an idiot for letting this get to you this much, you should be able to function better than this, you should be able to behave properly. You should, you should, you should, you should. And yet you couldn’t. All you could do was sit, cry, writhe and struggle. These were your feelings to deal with, and yours alone. Nobody else needed to be burdened with them, or with you. The fact that your struggling had even become obvious at all made you feel sick, you shouldn’t be bothering anyone, you shouldn’t—

The ocean looked really beautiful. The waves were small, almost gentle. Oh how easy it would be to enter and never look back, to enter the ocean’s embrace and never leave. It would be so easy, you stood up. The blue of the ocean looked so welcoming, just a bit further and you could feel a lot better. You took a step, and another, and— a voice called out to you.

You blankly looked in the direction of it, and a terrible feeling twisted in your stomach.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you,” Sabo spoke, “Are you avoiding me or something?” The question itself was teasing, and he didn’t at all seem to be taking offense at the idea. You winced, nonetheless. 

“No…” you started, “I’ve just been busy,” busy trying to drown yourself, at least that was today’s activity. 

“It feels like I haven’t seen you much lately,” he looked you up and down as he spoke. You hated that. “Are you okay?” He questioned, he placed a hand on your cheek. You so badly wanted to lean into his touch, but you couldn’t. You’d break if you did that, and you couldn’t do that. You really couldn’t. 

“I’m fine,” you mustered a poor attempt at a smile, “Promise.” 

Sabo raised an eyebrow at this, he clearly didn’t believe you. Though before he could make that obvious, you spoke again. “I was just taking a break. I have some work I need to get done, so I’ll be going now,” you gently grabbed his hand from your face and gave it a squeeze. And before he could say anything more to you, you left and prayed he didn’t follow. 

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Koala had once again found you and made a suggestion that, for some reason, made you feel guilty. She had once again suggested taking you to medical, and maybe they could give you something. Something to help. You didn’t need that, you were fine, you were totally fine. This was something for you to manage on your own. You were functioning perfectly fine. You once again ignored her and went on your way. 

You now found yourself in your quarters, staring at the ceiling. There seemed to be a tremor in your body that never really left. You could feel it as you laid there, and you could feel the heavy weight of everything sitting on your chest. Your throat was tight, it burned a little. Your hands gripped at your head, your hair, as you made poor attempts at grounding yourself. You were being so stupid, so pathetic. You couldn’t believe you were doing such a poor job of hiding your feelings. These weren’t anyone’s problems but your own! Yet you kept bothering people, you kept being a nuisance. Over and over and over and over and…

You wondered if there was anywhere to hang from the ceiling in here, somewhere with enough hold. Not like you had a rope, nor did you know how to tie a noose, but you could figure it out. Well, you supposed there were other means of killing yourself too, and the ocean was still a viable option. But the more you stared at the ceiling, the more you could picture your body hanging, swinging gently, until it inevitably stilled. You could feel so much better then, you really, really could. 

The more you tried to will these thoughts away, the visual in your head became clearer and clearer. It could all be over, you wouldn’t have to be like this anymore, you wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore. You’d had some good experiences, you’d had your fun, you could just, just end it now. That would be it! You could just, just—

A loud sob wracked through you, and the door to your quarters seemed to fly open at the sound. Before you could even process what was possibly happening, the door was once again shut, and a familiar form was standing over you.

You had almost no time to react before said form sat himself down beside you and pulled you into his arms. Words were not forming in your brain, but it didn’t matter because he started talking first. 

“I’d been knocking for a good few minutes and you weren’t answering. I was close to knocking the door in, then all of a sudden I heard that…glad it was unlocked,” Sabo spoke as he placed a gentle hand on the back of your head. “Talk to me, please. I’m here for you. You’ve seemed off lately, please, you know you can talk to me,” his tone was gentle, almost painfully so.

You couldn’t cave, you shouldn’t, he didn’t need to be burdened with you. Though you seemed to have finally lost control as you clung to him and sobbed. You babbled out incoherent nonsense to him, and he simply pulled you closer and held you tighter. 

Eventually, you calmed down enough for words to at least formulate properly, and despite your previous attempts at speaking being almost nonsensical, you tried again. “I’m sorry,” your voice was unsteady and shaky. “I’m sorry…I just…”

Sabo gently shushed you, “I don’t want to hear that. You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’ve just been worried about you,” he gently rubbed your back as he spoke. “I could tell something was wrong, but you weren’t talking to me much at all.”

“I’m sorry,” that seemed to be the only thing you could get out. He pulled back a little to look at you, and one hand moved to wipe tears off your cheek.

“I just said you don’t need to apologize,” he sounded almost teasing.

“I know…it’s just…I am sorry,” you started again and he playfully rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything more in hopes you’d continue. “I didn’t want to bother you, you’re…you’re busy…you have a lot to deal with. I didn’t want to add to that with my stupid problems that don’t concern you,” you sniffled.

“Your problems are not stupid, and they already concern me because they have to do with you,” Sabo pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Your problems are my problems. I want to, at the very least, be there for you.”

“But…I can handle things fine on my own,” the way your voice sounded as you said that ruined any chances of that being at all convincing.

“I beg to differ,” he smiled a little, “and even if you could, that doesn’t mean you have to. It doesn’t matter how busy I am, I can find time for you, especially if you need it. Especially if things are hard,” he pulled you into him again and began petting your head.

You so badly wanted to protest against this, but words were once again failing you. You You didn’t want to burden him, but he was so nice, and he was being so gentle, and all you could do was continue to cling to him. 

You could feel yourself start to cry again, Sabo just seemed to hold you tighter. And well, maybe, you wondered. Maybe it would be okay to try and rely on him. Even as you continued to break in his arms, part of you knew he would be there to put you back together. And maybe, that was okay to accept. No, surely it was, the hand on your back solidified that thought, and he’d let you stay like that as long as you needed.

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Most of the requests I have left are longer and will take me a bit...hence the lack of posting them. I will get to them though, promise <3

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Can I request an angst with comfort for Law. The reader is venting to Law about how alone she feels even though she's surrounded by people. Law then comforts the reader.

A/N: Sorry, this probably isn't as angsty as you had in mind...it's a bit more silly than anything. And apologies that it's super short too (I seriously thought it was way longer than this)! I hope this is at least to your liking though! I haven't written for Law in a good while, so hopefully this is decent. Thank you for requesting!

Loneliness

Trafalgar Law x Reader

Word Count: 725

Tags: Emotional hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, fluff

Brief Summary: You are unable to shake this feeling of loneliness. You end up confiding in Law.

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Despite the circumstances, this feeling of loneliness would not alleviate itself. You weren’t in a place where you should be feeling like this. It didn’t make sense for you to feel lonely in a place that was as rowdy as the Polar Tang. Yet, it didn’t seem to go away.

Even when you were surrounded by the rest of the crew, that nagging feeling would remain. No matter how hard you ignored it or stifled it, it stayed.

Another day of trying to get that sinking feeling to go away had come to a close. You sighed to yourself, you sat alone in the dining area as you took a moment to yourself. Though, unbeknownst to you, you were not entirely alone.

Law had noticed something seemed to be off with you as of late. Though, talking about that kind of thing was not exactly his forte. He was now stood outside the dining area, unsure of what to do. It would be weird to enter the room and not acknowledge you at all. And it’s not like he particularly wanted to avoid you either. He was concerned about you, not like he’d actually tell you that though.

He let out a small sigh of his own, and made his way into the room. You didn’t seem to notice him until he sat down in one of the chairs beside where you were seated.

“Oh, Captain,” you smiled at him.

Law looked away from the sight, “What are you doing in here? It’s late, you should be in bed.”

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted and he rolled his eyes. “But I couldn’t sleep, is all,” which wasn’t entirely false.

“Hmm,” he paused for a moment, and then asked the question he’d been debating asking for awhile. “Is something bothering you?”

You gave him a confused look, “Why do you ask?” It felt almost out of character for him to ask anyone that, well, maybe aside from Bepo.

“It just seemed like it, is all,” was his only response.

“It’s nothing important,” you replied, “I wouldn’t want to bother you, Captain.”

“I’m the one who asked. If I thought I’d be bothered by it, I wouldn’t have asked,” he spoke bluntly. You stifled a laugh at his remark.

“I didn’t know you cared so much, Captain,” you teased and he looked embarrassed. “I’ll tell you, if it’s really not a bother.”

“It’s not,” was the only thing he said in return. It seemed his embarrassment was holding him back a little.

“Alright,” you sighed once again. “It’s really nothing important, but,” you then did your best to explain the loneliness you’d been feeling lately. How, no matter how much time you spent with others it didn’t go away. It was like this sinking feeling in your chest, a pit in your stomach. No matter how much fun you were having, no matter what, it was always there.

The more Law listened to you talk, the more he understood what you were dealing with. Though comforting people was by far not his speciality, he wanted to try for you.

“I understand,” he spoke once you had finished your explanation. Law pondered what to say for a moment, he was once again reminded that he wasn’t great at this. “I think it’s…it’s hard to not feel that way when you’re not…upfront with others,” he forced out.

You laughed a little at this, and he went ref at the sound. “What?!” he retorted.

“Sorry, Captain,” you spoke between laughter. “You’re just trying really hard and  it’s cute.” He attempted to stutter out some sort of aggravated (embarrassed) response, but you talked over him. “I appreciate you listening to me though, and…I do feel a little bit better after telling you about it,” you smiled and his annoyance seemed to fade at the sight.

“That’s good,” He let some form of a smile slip out upon seeing your own. Seeing you smile seemed to have multiple annoying effects on him.

“Captain,” you caught hid attention, “Would it be okay if we chatted for a while longer?”

Law had not expected you to ask that, and against his own volition, the semblance of a smile on his face widened a bit as he agreed to your request. He supposed he could keep you company a bit longer.

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I forgot to post a request last week...my bad I'll get back to this week....I am sorry to all the requesters I'm so slow

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Standing on Stage

Sabo x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Tags/CW: reader has DID (dissociative identity disorder) this is what the whooole fic is about, dissociation, self-harm, brief mentions of blood, emotional hurt/comfort, pre-relationship, love confession

Brief Summary: Your head hurts, you’re dizzy, but you’re fine. You’re always fine. Nobody will ever pay attention enough to notice anything off with you, right?

A/N: Hiiii. This is, for starters, very self-indulgent. Secondly, it is very personal to me. This is something I've wanted to try and write for a while and finally figured out how I wanted to. I will also say, and I said this at least three times in the ao3 notes: This is written based on my own experiences with this disorder. This is not indicative of this disorder as a whole. Okay? Be nice to me about this one. Also read the ao3 notes for a bit more clarification on stuff.

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The lights of the stage burn, your eyes can’t adjust, and you fumble. Nobody laughs, faces contort into confusion, disgust, things you can’t read. Then you are thrown to the side, and someone else takes center stage. A different you, a you that can save this. At least you hope so.

Though sometimes there is not a you that can fix it. Sometimes you are left alone, the lights above your head creaking, swaying, flickering. You can struggle, and stumble, and stutter. But it won’t do you any good. You aren’t meant for that stage, and no one else desires to help. Or maybe, if they do, they’re not sure how. They don’t know how to tell you.

Then you find yourself staring at your reflection. It’s unfamiliar, with eyes that are dim, hollow. It doesn’t look right. It feels wrong. You poke the skin, you tug on it, it looks so wrong. 

You blink. What exactly were you thinking about? You can’t recall. You’re in the bathroom though, so you must be here for some reason. Something catches your eye, a razor. A familiar warmth rises up in your chest. That’s right. That’s what you wanted. 

A swipe, and another, and another, and another, has blood slowly bubbling up on your skin. After a few seconds those bubbles would pop, and turn into a trickle. The trickle, if you were so lucky, would turn into a pour. You’d watch it turn the water a lovely shade, and smile. A real smile. This was art, a form of art. The color red really suited you. If only you could be constantly pouring blood, maybe then you’d be something worth looking at. This was truly beautiful, and it didn’t even hurt! A monster such as yourself, bleeding, getting what you oh so deserved. What a wonderful tale. 

Then you are left having no recollection as to why you even did that. You don’t even know what motivated you to do such a thing. Now you’re left with bloodied cuts that will turn into more scars, and a tremor in your whole body that won’t go away. You’re unsure if it’s from blood loss, a lack of eating, or both. The tremor makes it harder to open bandages and stick them on. It makes it harder to stay standing. But you don’t really mind. Even if you have no connection to these wounds, at least they don’t hurt. 

You open your eyes, and the stage lights sting again. Though, after a moment, you adjust. It’s another day. Your legs hurt, it’s kind of hard to stand on them. You have a vague idea as to why. It’s always the same reason, after-all. You sigh, at least they were fairly easy to cover up with pants. Your head hurts. You can’t remember the last time you ate. You’d prefer not to go to the mess-hall though. You begrudgingly get ready for another day of doing whatever is asked of you around the base. 

Though a knock raps at your door, and you cock your head at the sound. You had thankfully just finished getting ready, and you open the door. You are pushed off the stage once again, and you watch from the side, confused and disoriented. 

“Oh, good morning, Sabo,” you smile and he returns it. “What brings you here?” This you is better for things like this. At least they were kind enough to show up. They could be a bit less forceful though. 

Sabo’s expression falters a little at your question, though it quickly turns to something almost soft. “I told you yesterday, remember? I wanted to talk to you about some work.”

You did not remember. The you that you had pushed to the sidelines did also not know what he was talking about. “I’m sorry,” your smile turned sheepish, “I don’t really remember.”

“That’s alright, I understand,” that was very much something he could not fault you for. Not only would he be hypocritical if he did, he also struggled to fault you for anything. Truthfully, he was just pleased you seemed to be fairly chipper this morning. You hadn’t seemed quite right yesterday when he’d talked to you. He heard you apologize again and that snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Really, don’t worry about it,” Sabo spoke. “I’ll just catch you up,” he stopped in thought for a moment. “Why don’t you come get breakfast with me, then we can talk?”

You did not want to go to the mess-hall. Though that was when you were reminded you were on the sidelines. “Alright,” you answered, against your own will. You could not fathom that the you who forced their way into center would want this either. But their job was to perform. Perform in a way you couldn’t, adapt in a way you couldn’t. They did not answer you when you asked why they agreed, they merely shushed you. Annoying. 

The you that had been pushed away was now gone, and it was just you, this was what normal was. You were normal. Perfectly normal. Though you did regret agreeing to coming here with him. It was loud, and it felt like everyone was glaring at you. Getting your food just made you feel like panicking, and you were alerted to shaking in your body by someone else steadying your tray.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” Sabo spoke and you wished you could slam your head into a wall for letting him notice something like that. You didn’t know why you were shaking. There could be a thousand different answers as to why.

You had to come up with some sort of excuse, “Ah, yeah. I’m fine. I’m just not used to being in here when it’s this crowded,” you smiled.

He seemed to think for a moment, “Why don’t we eat in my office then?” He returned the smile.

A feeling of panic came over you and you shoved it down as hard as you could. You were fine. You were normal. “That would be nice,” you replied. Sabo nodded and then told you to follow him as he lead the way to his office. 

The walk felt painfully long. Sure, it wasn’t entirely rare for you to end up in his office talking to him. It was rare for you to eat with him. Alone. Actually this was brand new. The main issue was that you harbored some sort of romantic feelings for him. Feelings that you had been reminded time and time again you weren’t supposed to feel. Though, those reminders were coming from places of hypocrisy, as feelings towards him were something every part of you shared. It was kind of funny. It was rare all of you felt the same towards one person. 

That aside, you also did not feel okay eating in his presence. You didn’t want to do that. Well, maybe you wished you lived in a world where you would feel okay doing that. However, there was not a single part of you that felt okay doing that. But you could act. You could pretend. And you could adapt. The spotlight was on you, after-all. Just you. Why would there be anyone else? It was always just you.

The moment you arrived and he sat down, Sabo almost immediately started scarfing down his food. You stifled some sort of laugh at the sight. It had been awhile since you’d seen him eat, you’d completely forgotten how he acted when it came to food. You were admittedly, unfortunately charmed. 

At the very least, he was pretty focused on the plate in front of him. So you could slowly pick at the breakfast you didn’t particularly want while he stuffed his face. 

Eventually, he was finished and you were still busy slowly prodding at your food. He raised an eyebrow at you once he noticed how little you’d eaten, but he chose not to comment on it. He instead started talking about what he’d originally planned to talk about.

“About the work I wanted to talk to you about, are you fine with discussing that now?” Sabo questioned. He had seemingly caught you in the middle of chewing, and he watched as you covered your mouth with your hand and nodded. Something about that was cute to him. Admittedly he tended to think that about most everything you did. That was not the point right now though. 

“Alright,” he smiled. “There’s a mission I wanted to assign you on.”

It had been a bit since you’d been on one, you thought. You’d mainly been stuck at the base helping with whatever you could for a good while. It might be kind of nice to get out again soon. You nodded as a sign for him to keep going, he obliged.

“It’s nothing difficult. Though, it’ll probably take a couple days due to the logistics,” he continued, and you listened as he shared the details. If anything, you were just grateful for the chance to go out again, so you’d truly take whatever he offered.

“I’m putting myself on this too,” that caught your attention. 

“…It would be just us then?” You questioned.

“Yes. I know you haven’t been on a mission in a bit so I’d hate to send you alone,” Sabo smiled. “That’s why I’ll go with you.”

You no longer wanted this chance to go somewhere. Well, you did. You really did. A chance to be alone with just him, somewhere other than here, would be nice. If you weren’t such a disgusting, terrible, rotten, monster— the stage lights dimmed and you blinked. Where were you…right now? You subtly looked around, you saw Sabo in front of you, and something clicked. You were in his office, right. He was talking about a mission, okay. That was fine. You’d agree with whatever. You weren’t exactly sure what he’d just said, but you figured a generic reply would suffice. 

“That’s fine with me,” you replied and Sabo seemed to be none the wiser to your confusion. 

“Great, we’ll leave pretty early tomorrow. I can explain our lodgings and such on the way,” he smiled and you simply gave him an “okay” in response. His brows furrowed. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

You weren’t sure why he was asking you this. Of course you were! You were always alright. “Yes, I’m fine,” you responded and he didn’t really seem to accept it. Though he chose not to press further, for now. 

“Okay…I’ll see you later then. I’ll come get you in the morning, alright?” 

“You don’t need to do that,” you responded. 

“I’d like to, so let me,” Sabo smiled and it was a smile you couldn’t say no to. So you agreed and his smile seemed to widen. 

You then bid him farewell and left his office, and made your way to do whatever it was you could find to do today. Your head hurt though, and your legs really stung, and you didn’t know why. Oh well. That was a problem for later.

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There were two reasons why Sabo had not assigned you any missions recently. The first was namely that he didn’t have any that particularly suited you. He didn’t wish to put you in danger on a mission you weren’t suited for. The second reason was that he’d begun to get concerned about you after your last mission. You had practically, seemingly without thinking, thrown yourself into a terrible situation and almost gotten severely injured. When he had asked you about it, you didn’t even seem to know what he was talking about, nor did you seem interested in knowing. 

Since then, Sabo had been attempting to keep more of an eye on you, not that he’d tell you that. He figured if you knew, you’d probably protest that you were fine. Not that he’d listen to your protests regarding such a matter. He did what he wanted, after-all. Still, it was easier to not tell you. It was way easier to watch over you without you telling him to stop it. Of course, he couldn’t watch you constantly, but he had been purposefully trying to match a lot of his mealtimes with yours. And he did tend to randomly show up wherever you were working. You seemed to be none the wiser too. 

He wasn’t entirely sure when he’d developed such a soft spot for you. He was at least aware it wasn’t recent, but it did seem to grow the more he tried to subtly look after you. The longer this went on, the more his fondness for you developed. Then it culminated into going on a mission with you, which he was both excited for and a bit wary of. He’d really have to keep an eye on you. 

Sabo sighed to himself. He was really fond of you, truly he was. It was just…at times…it felt like he was talking to a completely different person when he talked to you. It was usually subtle and it wouldn’t be enough for most people to notice. He noticed, though. He was quite enamored with you, of course he noticed. He didn’t mind it, you never acknowledged it if you even knew it happened. It did slightly concern him though, and it did make him go over past interactions with you in his head. You had probably been like that since he met you, he thought. 

He noticed it, often. Moments where it seemed like you were struggling to keep up all of a sudden, where you seemed disoriented out of nowhere. Little things about you changed ever-so-slightly, maybe the way you expressed things, the way you talked, or the words you used. Things people wouldn’t notice if they weren’t as extremely aware of you as he was. He noticed it a few moments ago when he was talking to you, even. 

Your memory seemed to be the main thing that usually made him notice. Sabo had never really questioned your poor memory until recently. You’d always been like that, and he didn’t mind helping you out when you needed. He could relate, after-all. Though he noticed how bad your day-to-day memory seemed to be after your previous mission. Again, he was happy to help you and adjust, but it did concern him. If he asked you, he figured you probably couldn’t even recall what you did yesterday. He let out another sigh. He couldn’t really do much at the moment, he’d just continue to keep an eye on you. The time to leave couldn’t come soon enough.

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You hadn’t realized when you’d returned to your quarters, nor when you’d gotten in bed. You really couldn’t remember if you’d eaten again or not, you had a vague idea that you probably did. 

Your room was dark, your eyes were heavy, and there was a dull ache in your head. It was almost the perfect combination of things for sleeping. If it were not for the heavy feeling in your chest that you didn’t know the origins of, or the sound of some voice in the back of your head doing something, you might’ve been asleep by now. Even if you had asked them to stop, they probably wouldn’t listen. Even if you had questioned why there was some sort of melancholic feeling pressing down on your chest, you likely wouldn’t get a clear answer. These things likely didn’t belong to you, after-all. 

The stage lights were off, the curtain was drawn. You were alone in the center, sounds came from backstage. You were alone. Of course you were. Why wouldn’t you be? No…you’d get scolded if you thought like that. It was untrue. You were unfortunately not alone. Even if they didn’t talk to you, didn’t acknowledge you, you were not alone. 

Morning came before you even realized. The curtains once again opened, and there was someone else on stage with you. They talked to you, some sort of panic seemed to be radiating off of them. You asked what was wrong, and they told you to hurry up, that he’d be here soon. You had no idea what they could possibly be talking about, but you also didn’t feel like being pestered over and over, so you obliged. 

You stopped, your reflection looked weird. Well, you never looked good, you knew that. But it looked off and unfamiliar. Your eyes looked wide, way too wide for you. Like they didn’t belong to you. 

The lights above you dimmed, and you were nudged out of centerstage. 

Finally, christ. You had to hurry up, you needed to. Just the thought of him showing up while you were still in the shoddy attire you called pajamas. Awful. Awful. He’d laugh in your face. He’d hate you. He’d hate you for how hideous you were. You had work to do, you had to hurry up. 

By the time you had almost fully gotten ready, a knock came at your door. The panic in you worsened. “Just a minute!” You called and you heard some sort of confirmation from Sabo on the other side.  

You hurriedly finished up, and gave yourself another look in the mirror. You really did look as terrible as always. 

You opened the door and gave him a strained smile, and he noticed it. You saw it in his face. Before he could say anything you started talking, “Is it time to leave?” 

“…Yeah,” he smiled a little and the sight did have some sort of effect on you. Something in you calmed just a bit. “Let’s get to the ship before they get too tired of waiting,” he laughed and you attempted to laugh as well. 

You trailed behind him, he spoke most of the walk and you listened as best as you could. It was kind of hard to with this weird, tight, feeling in your chest and in your head. But you could ignore it well enough. 

You were still anxious about being alone with him, though you knew you had no reason to be. He did not like you, at least not like that. You would be lucky if he even saw you as a friend and not just a subordinate. But the thought of him disliking you even more did make it kind of hard to breathe. That combined with feelings you could not place was not making functioning easy. But you persisted. You could adapt. You always could. 

Your head felt messy, blurry. Everything was jumbled, and you couldn’t control any of it. Even after getting on board, it was still hard to listen to Sabo. He seemed to realize it too. You tried to speak before he could, but your mouth wouldn’t move. 

“Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?” Sabo questioned, his brows were furrowed as he looked you over.

“I’m alright,” you managed an attempt at a smile. You didn’t need to worry him. You didn’t need to. You were being such a terrible, rotten, burden. You were always so awful to him. You were always in his way. Always. Always. Surely he hated you, surely he was just tolerating your presence for the sake of the revolution. For the sake of making this world a better place, he had to tolerate terrible, rotten, beasts such as yourself. He hated you. He had to. He absolutely hated you. Scorn was certainly aligning his features and you were just too stupid to see it. He hated you. 

The stage lights flickered, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. Then it stopped. It all stopped. You didn’t feel a single thing. What were you just thinking about? Who cares. What did it matter. None of that was your problem. You smiled, a smile that was nothing but forced and fake, and you changed the subject.

“Where are we staying?” You questioned Sabo and he was, for a moment, at a loss for words. You wondered why, but you didn’t ask. 

Sabo was a bit taken aback. If he had not been watching you as closely as he was, he likely wouldn’t have noticed what he did. Though your demeanor changed all of a sudden, and something in your eyes seemed to flicker. Now you were talking about something else entirely. He cleared his throat, “Just a small hotel, nothing fancy. I booked it for us. I managed to get two rooms for a deal too,” he smiled at that. Both because he was proud of it and maybe to ease whatever was going on with you. Originally, he had wanted to share a room with you, and he still did. He didn’t want to push you too far, though.

Your painfully fake smile, that admittedly unsettled him a little, did not change. “Oh wow. You paid for it? I thought Dragon usually did that.”

“It was a bit of a whim so I paid for it, I don’t mind,” he answered and you didn’t say anything more. 

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Sure, he had gotten used to your changes once he noticed them. And this wasn’t the first time he’d seen that extremely fake smile either. It was just the first time it had been directed at him. With him you…usually seemed more genuine, or maybe that was just wishful thinking. You often didn’t express much on your face at all, and that was still a thousand times more genuine than this. It was off-putting to have directed at him, but he didn’t entirely mind it either. He could find this part of you charming too, you never ceased to amaze him. 

Sabo looked you over as you continued your silence. He stopped at your eyes, they were dim. He’d seen that before too, but usually only briefly, or again, not at him. He wanted to ask if you were okay, he wanted to do something for you, anything. But he also figured he’d get the same answer he got a few moments ago. All he could really do was sit with you, and just keep an eye on you. Like usual. 

Eventually you spoke again, “Do you want me to pay you? For my room?” He was kind of surprised by the sudden question. 

“No, of course not. It’s for a mission after-all. And either way, I don’t mind paying for you,” he answered. You almost seemed flustered at that last remark, and he found that cute.

“…Are you sure? I really don’t mind. You—“

Sabo cut you off, “I’m sure. It’s really fine, you don’t need to worry about things like that,” he smiled and you looked away from him and then returned to your silence. 

He decided, at the very least, he could fill the air. He began talking about anything and everything, and you seemed like you were listening at least. That was good. You weren’t really saying anything other than little things for him to continue, but that was better than nothing. 

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Oh your head hurt. It hurt like hell. You could easily ignore it though, you needed to keep your composure. For a moment, you weren’t entirely sure where you were. Until you saw Sabo in front of you, and realized he was standing in front of some old-looking building. You supposed this was where you were staying. You couldn’t fully remember how you got here, only vague things from the journey stuck with you. You shook your head, it didn’t matter. The lights were on you now.

“This place looks a lot older than the last time I saw it…” Sabo remarked.

“You’ve been here before?” You questioned and he turned to look at you. For some reason, his expression seemed to soften upon looking at you. You chose to ignore that as it certainly meant nothing and you were crazy. 

“Yeah, on a different mission. Now that I think about it, it was probably one of the first missions I went on by myself…” he mused. 

“Really? That was probably a while ago then…no wonder it looks older,” you responded and he let out a scoff of some sort. 

“Are you calling me old?” He laughed and it took you a moment to realize he was teasing you and not actually offended.

“Maybe,” you retorted and he smiled at that.

“How rude, I’m hurt.”

“You’ll get over it,” you shrugged and his smile seemed to widen. 

It was just! You didn’t usually pick up on his teasing right away, and you had seemed so out of sorts earlier too. He was ecstatic to have a conversation like this with you. He laughed again, and that was when he noticed the small smile on your face. His heart felt like it was going to fly out of his chest. 

Though, he realized in front of the doors of a hotel was probably not the best place to stop and have conversation. Sabo proceeded to hold the door open for you, “After you,” he spoke.

“How kind, even after I called you old you’re still so gentlemanly,” you said as you made your way through the door.

“I’m always a gentleman, no matter what,” he huffed as he followed behind you.

You laughed a little at that and it was painfully difficult for him to not combust at the sound. He really did find you adorable and it was killing him, just a little. 

“Shouldn’t we get checked in?” You asked, and he was a bit disappointed your banter was over. Though, he supposed he’d find more time today, your real work didn’t start until tomorrow anyways. 

“Probably. Follow me,” he lead you to the counter and you simply watched as he checked in with the person behind it. You felt a little bit lighter, maybe he had some sort of positive impact on you, you wondered. Though there was a feeling in your chest that wouldn’t go away, you ignored it. 

After a few moments, Sabo handed you a key and you thanked him.

“Our rooms are right next to each other, I’ll lead the way,” he smiled and you quickly followed behind him.

Upon arriving at your door, he spoke. “You go get settled in, we can get something to eat in a bit, yeah?”

You hesitated a little at this, but you forced out an “Alright,” and a smile in response. He made his way to his own room and bid you a brief farewell.

Upon entering the room, your head felt like it managed to get louder. No matter how much you pleaded for them to just shut up, just stop talking, they wouldn’t. You had something nice right now. You should enjoy it. You should all enjoy it. But they wouldn’t listen. 

You slammed a fist into your head in an attempt to get them to stop. But it didn’t do anything at all. 

It just got worse. You’re awful, one of them said. There’s no way in hell he could like something like us, another chimed in. Or maybe it was the same voice. You couldn’t tell. Everything was jumbled. And blurry and messy and it wasn’t working the way it usually did. 

“I’m not expecting that,” you answered. “I just think it’d be good to enjoy any semblance of friendship.”

What’s the point in that? They retorted. He’s just going to hate you anyways. 

“I know that! I know that! But can’t we enjoy anything? Please?” You were trying not to raise your voice.

It’s just going to end with you getting hurt. I don’t want that for you, for us. 

“I know! I know! But! Please, please, we don’t need to do this now! We can do this later! Please! Just let me enjoy this!” You yelled, though you didn’t even realize it. 

A knock, that was almost frantic, came at your door. Followed by an extremely familiar voice. 

It was then you realized what a stupid position you were in. Curled up on the dirty, worn, floor. Your hands tangled in your hair, warm tears streaming down your face. You certainly looked worse than normal now!

Now look what you’ve done. They spoke again.

“Shut up. It’s your fault,” you mumbled and they went silent. “Of course now you go. Now. When I need help.” You groaned and attempted to make yourself at least look somewhat okay. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this.

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Sabo had been extremely delighted at the thought of getting to spend more time with you before you really had to get to work. Yes, he was still concerned about you, but you were close enough by he didn’t have to worry as much. You had also seemed to be doing at least a bit better for the moment too, and he was glad for that.

He looked around the room he was staying in, it was small, but it was plenty enough room. He wanted to drag you out of your room to go eat already, he was starving, but…he figured he should give you a bit more time to settle in.

He plopped down onto the bed and stretched out. It was pretty comfy, especially for how used it probably was. 

It was then he heard something bizarre from you next door. It sounded like…talking, but it was so muffled by the walls he couldn’t really tell. 

Just as he was about to press his ear to the wall to try and hear better, your voice was perfectly audible. You yelled, the words you were saying didn’t make sense in general, but especially because you should be alone. 

A sense of panic went through him and before he knew it, he was knocking at your door and calling your name.

It took a few moments, and they felt agonizingly long, but you eventually opened the door. Sabo stepped into the room and shut the door behind him without a word. He looked around. He heard you mumble something at him, but he didn’t answer. You were alone. It was just you.

“Why were you—“ he turned to look at you and immediately stopped upon seeing you. You had very obviously been crying and made a really poor attempt at hiding it. 

“Um…” you mumbled and fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. You were panicking, you could feel it.

“…Can I ask you something?” Sabo spoke, his eyes did not leave you. You nodded. “Who…who are you?”

You froze at this. That was not the question you had expected. You had expected a “Who were you talking to?” or something like that. Not this. Not for him to ask who you were. This was wrong. This was wrong. You were normal! You were perfectly normal! You were normal! There wasn’t anyone else! It was just you! Just you!

The stage lights flickered and flickered and flickered and it made you dizzy. You wanted to throw up. 

Sabo spoke again, “Sorry. I know who you are. That’s not what I meant,” he scratched his head in thought. “I’m asking you…you’re different than the you I was talking to before, right?”

You were stumped. You didn’t know how to answer that question. You didn’t even know the answer yourself. It was probably yes. You knew that, but you just stood there, and stared at him in horror.

“I’m not,” he seemed to be thinking of how to word what he wanted to say. “I’m not freaked out or anything, I promise. Okay? You don’t have to look at me like that. I just,” he smiled and you continued to just stare at him. “I noticed it a while ago. Sometimes you’re really different, and sometimes it’s just little things that change. I wondered if you even knew it was happening, and I get the feeling you do know,” he smiled again in an attempt to lighten the mood. It failed.

“Um…” your head was loud, painfully loud, it was taking everything in you to not yell again. “Um…give me a moment…okay…?” you said and stumbled to the room’s bathroom.

Sabo almost wanted to follow after you, you looked like you were barely keeping yourself standing. He had already dropped a bomb of sorts on you though, he figured he shouldn’t intrude any further without asking. He really regretted saying anything. 

Tell him to leave. Get rid of him. What the hell are you even doing? A voice spoke.

There’s no point in that. It’s already over, you replied.

It doesn’t have to be. Tell him he’s wrong. They retorted. 

You shook your head, No. It’s over. Let me crush it with our own hands, okay? We can get hurt again, and it can be all my fault, you sighed. I really do wish things were different. 

We don’t live in that world. We live in this one. They stopped for a moment. You really are an idiot. 

I know, you smiled. 

Everyone’s going to be mad. 

It’s fine. I couldn’t behave right. I failed to play my role. He will hate us, like he was always meant to, and I will take responsibility. Just let me handle it, you finished. 

They went silent for a moment. If that’s what you really want, and they said no more. 

For the moment, it was quiet. You exited the bathroom and Sabo was right where you left him. The stage lights were on you, and they were painfully bright. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. 

“I’m sorry for that,” you started. “To answer your question, yes. And, no, I’m not always aware of it. Most of the time I’m not. It’s rare that I am,” you smiled as you spoke. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you didn’t let him. “Congratulations. You figured me out, you realized something is wrong with me. You are going to hate me. That is the only way this ever ends,” your smile faltered at this, but you persisted. You had a role to play. 

“I’m not going to hate you, I already told you I’m not bothered. I want to understand,” Sabo moved towards you, and you stepped back. He was a bit hurt by that, but he didn’t comment on it. “I want to understand you. You almost always seem like you’re struggling. You were just in here crying before I came in weren’t you?”

“That does not matter. I don’t need you to understand me. I am not your friend. I am just something you tolerate,” your smile wobbled. 

“I’ve never thought of you as someone I’m just tolerating,” he protested. “You are my friend,” he’d like it if you were more. Now was a terrible time to say that though. “I want to understand you, okay?” He stepped closer again, and you did not back up this time. 

“Why?” was the only thing you could think to say. Sabo was not doing what he was supposed to do. He was supposed to be repulsed by you, realize you were just some freakish monster, and get rid of you. 

“What do you mean ‘why?’ I care about you,” he sighed. “Ever since your last mission I’ve been trying to keep a better eye on you. You really worried me last time. That’s when I started noticing things, and I realized how bad your memory is,” he reached a hand out to pet your head, and you didn’t move away. Though you first tensed at the contact, you seemed to lean into it after a moment. He smiled at that. “I don’t know a lot about topics regarding psychology like that, but I’d be happy to learn to better understand you.”

You let out a sob and you stumbled a little, and Sabo quickly steadied you and pulled you into his arms. He continued petting your head as he held you. 

You sniffled pathetically. You had failed at your role once again and this didn’t go how it was supposed to. You wondered if it was okay, maybe. Maybe you could trust him. He was being so nice to you. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. It got so lonely. It was so isolating. It would be nice to have someone not think you were a freak for something out of your control. It would be nice. It would be nice if, maybe, every part could be accepted by him. It would be nice. You wondered if that was even possible, but then you felt his hand on your head again and you didn’t care anymore. You really, really did like him. 

You sniffled again, and you went against everything you knew, and spoke again. “I like you. A lot. I want you to understand. Please,” your voice was muffled against him but he got the message loud and clear. 

Sabo’s face heated up almost instantly, and he was grateful you couldn’t see him. To think, he was just thinking about how terrible of an idea it was to tell you how he felt. “I like you a lot too,” he responded, “All of you. I want to understand all of you better.” 

You pulled back to look at him, and your tear-stained face made his heart squeeze in his chest. “You really mean it…?” you asked.

“Of course. I really mean it,” he moved a hand to wipe a stray tear off your face and you practically nuzzled into it. This was new, he supposed he really had a lot to learn.

“I want to learn to trust you,” you replied, your cheek still in his hand.

“We both have a lot to learn then,” Sabo chuckled a little and you smiled in return. He liked that.

The stage lights were warm. There was some noise backstage, nothing you could make out. The feeling in your chest finally dissipated, and for now it was something warm. Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay. Even if it was scary, even if you couldn’t predict how you’d be, even if you weren’t really sure what to do, maybe it would be okay. Maybe just having someone willing to try and understand to you, every part of you, would be enough. Maybe that’s all you ever really wanted.

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Yaay! You finally opened your requests again~ I'm soo happy cause I have been wanting to request you something 🥹..

So, here's my request —

An argument with sabo because of the difference in ideals. He believes that every noble, royal and celestial deserves to die but the reader thinks otherwise and believes that there might be some who deserve a second chance.

Sabo ends up yelling at her and being rude, but the twist is the reader used to be a celestial dragon as well! Sabo finds it out later from Koala or someone

(also, the reader doesn't know about Sabo's past)

Hope you enjoy writing this! ♡

A/N: Ohhh I am so sorry this took so long. It's also really short unfortunately. I hope it's at least somewhat satisfying to read. Again, I'm super sorry it took this long, and thank you for the request!

A Brief Argument

Sabo x Reader

Word Count: 939

Tags: Arguing (but it focuses more on the making up honestly), fluff, pre-relationship (honestly you could probably read it either way I didn't specify)

Brief Summary: A lack of knowledge about each other’s pasts leads to an argument.

ao3 link if you'd prefer

You hadn’t intended for this to happen. In all honesty, you spoke without even thinking. You had overheard Sabo talking and what he had felt like it was targeting you. Even though you knew better, even though he had no idea about your past, it still didn’t feel good. 

“Every form of nobility is rotten,” was what he had said. It had made a feeling of guilt rise up in your stomach. You were no longer one of them, you had long since abandoned that life. Once you were properly able to think for yourself, you had left. But…maybe it was the fact that it was coming from him that made you feel bad. The thought of Sabo, the person you admired, hating you for a path you had not chosen and run away from, made you feel terrible. 

So you spoke without thinking, a simple “I don’t know if I’d say all of them are,” as a means of defending yourself of sorts. 

Almost immediately, something in his expression had warped. You couldn’t even properly recall what he had said after that. Something angry, you knew that much. Something mean. He’d yelled at you, and you knew you really shouldn’t have said anything, nor taken what he’d previously said to heart. It wasn’t about you, it never was, and you knew that. He had no idea, so it couldn’t be. 

Now, after fleeing from that scene after you had angered him, you were in your quarters, pondering. You knew you should apologize and explain. If you simply explained yourself, he would probably understand. Probably. Though that “probably” was what was making it hard to figure out what to do. You didn’t know if you could even get the words out.

Before you could think further, a knock came at your door.

*******

Sabo did not want to hear that from anyone, especially not you. He was mad, to say the least. Part of him figured he probably shouldn’t be, you likely had some sort of reason for believing that. He had probably reacted too hastily, he thought. Though he was too frustrated to really care. 

“What’s with you?” A voice from the doorway caught his attention. He hadn’t even noticed when she’d even entered his office. 

“Oh. Koala,” was the only thing he said upon turning around.

She looked him over, “What are you so mad about?” and reworded her previous question.

Sabo sighed. He thought about whether he should actually say anything or not. Though he also figured she probably wouldn’t drop it entirely either. He let out a sigh of surrender and begrudgingly explained what had occurred. 

She thought for a moment, and then spoke. “I can tell you why they said that.”

He was honestly kind of surprised she knew. “If you know, I’d love to hear it,” he came off a bit more sarcastic than he meant to. Koala rolled her eyes at this.

“They were born a Celestial Dragon,” she said, “they ran away from it, obviously. They wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she paused for a moment. “If anything, they’re similar to you in that regard.”

A feeling of guilt came over him. He knew you probably had a reason, but he didn’t stop and think about that in the middle of being frustrated with you. He sighed once again. 

“You should probably talk to them huh?” Koala asked, she sounded almost teasing.

“I’ll be back,” was all he said as he went to go find you. He could’ve sworn he heard Koala poorly stifle a laugh.

It was after that he found himself outside your door.

********

When you opened the door, he was not the person you had expected to see on the other side.

“Oh, Chief,” you started, “I was going to come talk to you…um, come in…” you moved to let him in and he obliged without comment. 

You shut the door behind him, “Um, I was going to talk to you about before. I wanted to expl-“

Sabo cut you off, “Koala told me,” he looked at you, “I wanted to apologize.”

“You don’t need to. It’s-“

He once again cut you off, “No, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I scared you, didn’t I?”

You look away from him at this. He very much did. You couldn’t even recall what exactly he’d said, just that he was mad.

He sighed for what felt like the 100th time today. “I thought so. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry for what I said too,” you smiled at him.

“I can understand where you were coming from,” you cocked your head at this. He smiled a little at the sight. “I was born a noble,” he clarified.

This was completely new information to you, and it seemed your surprise was obvious as he laughed a little. “I never told you that?” He questioned.

“No, not that I remember,” you responded.

“Huh,” Sabo mused. “Well, my point is, I get where you were coming from. But you’re not one anymore, you don’t have to defend yourself.”

“…I know that,” you sighed, “It’s just…” you paused in thought for a moment. “…I thought about you feeling that way towards me I guess…”

Sabo smiled again at this and proceeded to ruffle your hair. “Ridiculous, I won’t think  like that of you.”

You felt your face warm at this and he seemed to notice since he was once again laughing. You didn’t particularly mind it though, it was nice to hear him in a good mood. It would be nice if you could just stay in this moment for a while.

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One (1) request shoullld be posted either today (Friday) or tomorrow...for a small update...

Other than that I have something very self-indulgent I want to write...but I'm not sure how to go about it so I will ponder it (I have been for awhile)...that is my only sort of updates

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hello! you wanted some questions, so I'd love to know:

Is Sabo your favourite one piece character? If so, what drew you to him?

And, if you have any other favourite characters, who and why?

Thank you for writing so much for Sabo : )

Hello! Thank you for the fun questions! To answer the first one: he very much is. He's also just my favorite character in general like out of everything ever LOL.

I'm not even sure exactly what drew me to him at this point...if I kept talking I could go on for waaay too long about him though. To answer as best as I can: I liked the ASL backstory a whole lot, and I liked what we learned of him through that a lot. His return in Dressrosa just kind of made something in my brain click and I've been not normal about him ever since then. I think he's a really compelling character...I'm not good at putting it into words very well. He has so much wrong with him. Can I just get that out there. I think that also makes him very compelling...There's just so much to explore with him and I think he deserves more love. There's so many wonderful Sabo moments in the bits we do have of him...also non-canon material that I will take as canon like his appearance in Heroines vol 2. is also really good. I don't know. I love him. tldr: I like him and he's neat basically. (I also like to project onto him a lot but that's a whole other thing entirely LOL)

As for other op characters I like...hm there's a lot I enjoy. None of them are capable of reaching the level of Sabo BUT. After him, Ace is my second favorite! I have already rambled a lot on this question so I won't say too much. But I find Ace's issues relatable and that kind of drives me crazy...that is like the main reason I enjoy him. He's also very interesting to me...

I've rambled enough, but thank you for asking me things <3 it's very fun to answer. I hope it's at least mildly coherent. And ofc I will continue to write for Sabo as long as my brain allows...I have to put out the content I wanna see !

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I plan to start working on requests again since I have a liittle break from college stuff now :9

I would be verryy elated if you all sent me questions or things to my inbox to answer while I slowly work on and post requests.... (ask me things I kind of enjoy it)

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One of my Sabo fics from last year isn't in the masterlist......how did I manage to miss that...why did none of you tell me.....

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As for requests: I will try to do them at least once a week! I don't have a suuper big amount. I'm just slow. There miiight not be one next week because I have a final to do, but after that I will try to do them weekly at least.