I see ao3 as a library, because ao3 hosts millions of written works for people to visit and read. That’s what libraries do. But I get it that to some people, the library part may be more of a metaphor than a literal meaning for ao3.
But you have to be either clueless about what ao3 is shortened for and what the platform’s full name is, or on another level of stupidity to say archive of our own isn’t an archive pls lmao
And it’s not just the name, mind you. AO3’s main purpose is to archive transformative works. Archiving works is literally the only thing it does and was created for. Which just makes anon’s claim even funnier.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Librarian says yes, AO3 is a fucking library AND an archive. Does it have a curated collection of materials? YES, it’s library. Does that collection contain materials curated specifically in part for preservation purposes? YES, it’s an archive.
And it’s my dream that someday our public library catalogs will be able to organize content the way AO3 can.
trans people don't need to hear your justifications for still enjoying harry potter in 2026 stop looking for forgiveness where you're not going to get it
if i walk into your house and see harry potter stuff, i'm just gonna assume you're a transphobe. no amount of "i got it from a charity shop" can save you from the fact that you value those books enough to display them in your home.
you can't just put the work of someone who's currently trying to eradicate trans people on display without being questioned about it, especially if you claim to care about us.
same goes for your social media, if you're willing to keep putting jkr's work on a podium and proudly talking about it, then it's simply logical to believe that you don't care about other people. it's selfish if i'm being honest, to think that your comfort matters more than the lives of millions.
and to the trans people saying that they're "reclaiming harry potter for the trans community"
no you're not, you can't do that while jkr and her neo nazi friends are currently trying to kill you. you need to let go or else your own community won't be happy to help you when our collective rights are stripped further away.
trans children in the uk are killing themselves because of the things jkr has done.
children are dead. children who should be happy and free to be themselves are fucking dead because jkr has used her immense wealth and social power to change laws specifically to harm trans people. if you really think that your fucking "comfort characters" are more important than the lives of children then you should say that with your full chest. go on. tell the entire world that you don't give a fuck about dead kids. that you don't have an ounce of empathy in your disgusting shrivelled heart, because you still have your shitty fucking books and your garbage movies. your comfort matters more than anything, doesn't it? maybe jkr will tell you you're one of the good ones, wouldn't that be nice?
seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.
This sounds like a shitpost but people should be allowed to be horny. As in, sexuality is just part of life for most people and there’s no reason for consensual sexual behavior to be punished. A celebrity getting “caught” at a sex club shouldn’t be a scandal. No one should be fired for having a fetlife profile outside of work. Nudes getting leaked shouldn’t be career-ending. Denying and hiding (consensual) sexual interests doesn’t make anyone more professional, it just makes everyone more repressed. And sterilizing ourselves to be better work drones isn’t productive, it’s just creepy. I’d rather my surgeon get absolutely railed on camera and come to work in a good mood, frankly.
also this goes without saying but is also true of ppl who do sex work for used to do sex work. an accountant’s boss finding out that they used to do sex work shouldn’t be a career ender. a restaurant worker shouldn’t be fired bc they have an OnlyFans.
I fractured my leg, and am out of work for like 3-5 weeks. I’ve already been out for 2 and have no way to cover the rest of the time. Can’t really stand for 8 hours a day with a broken leg unless I’m asking for more trouble. So I’m doing commissions to make sure I can still pay my bills and afford groceries, etc etc.
So wooo hooo emergency commissions on the market.
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My carrd holds the prices, TOS, and a Google form to fill out for those who are interested. Im thankful for even the consideration.
Of course! Let’s dive in—the seven different provinces of the United States of America are: The Beast Coast, Luigiana, Better Wisconsin, Minigan, Long California, Texas, and Canada+!
Pipe Dreams, Part 2 (Childhood Friend Sabo x F!Reader)
18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | the other part
Over a year later and I made a part 2! This is kind of Yan in that Sabo is possessive but he's not gonna do anything bad to reader. Do you think I should tag it that way? I feel like he's just possessive rather than overtly yandere. Anywho, enjoy <3 I can't stop writing Sabo I lob him 2 much.
Is this another obsessed Sabo kidnapping someone but under different circumstances? Yes. Enjoy two cakes <3
“Sabo! Put me down!” you yelled, kicking your legs and pounding on Sabo’s muscled back. You were confident that the man carrying you really was the boy from your childhood. There were too many coincidences to make you think it was a misunderstanding or a mistaken identity. So, yes, the Sabo you had grown up with was now carrying you out of your house and down the outdoor marble staircase.
Because it wasn’t like you knew Sabo. Not any longer. It felt like there had been a full lifetime that passed between the time you saw him last. So while you didn’t think Sabo was going to hurt you, that didn’t mean you wanted to be slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and taken wherever he pleased. Sabo’s hand gripped the back of your thighs over your clothes to keep you steady as he descended. It was down by your knee but it still had the blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart pumping rapidly.
“Nah, I don’t feel like it. I want you back in my arms after all these years,” Sabo said with a laugh.
“You never carried me when we were kids! In fact, I carried you a few times,” you pointed out, ceasing to wiggle. You’d fallen down the steep stairs before and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience. So even though you didn’t want to be carried, you wanted to be dropped even less. What you really wanted was to be set down and walk yourself, which Sabo didn’t seem inclined to allow.
“Now I can repay the favor,” Sabo supplied smoothly, patting the back of your leg as he now walked along the cobblestone driveway leading away from the estate.
“It’s not funny! I look like an idiot!” you snapped back. “Really, would it be so hard for you to let me walk with my dignity intact?” Sabo gestured to the ground, which was covered in shrapnel, debris, and shattered glass.
“You’re not wearing shoes. As much as I respect your autonomy I’d rather not have you slicing them to ribbons,” Sabo pointed out. You huffed a little – he was right, but you weren’t going to admit it. In all the hubbub of the RA attack, you hadn’t remembered to put on your shoes. You hated wearing those stupid heels and often spent your time barefoot when you could.
“Besides, I doubt you care. And no one you know is here to see it anyway, you let everyone else escape. Oh! I have an idea! I’ll carry you like this instead,” Sabo said with a smile. Before you knew it he maneuvered you so he was carrying you bridal style, clutched tightly to his chest.
“This is worse!” you griped. Though, truth be told, it was a more comfortable position for you. If he insisted on carrying you, it might as well be this way. “Where are you taking me?” you asked, your bare feet dangling.
“To our ship. Like I said, you’re coming with me. I’m not losing you again,” he said, making his way down to the docks.
“Obviously. You know that’s not what I meant,” you scoffed as Sabo kept walking. Your estate wasn’t on a large island, so you could already see the RA flagship bobbing in the high tide. You licked your lips nervously – you hoped your servants could still get away. The man carrying you did seem to be Sabo, but you didn’t completely believe everything he told you about the Revolutionary Army. Not that you believed everything the nobles said either, but you didn’t want your servants to bear the brunt of their wrath if you were wrong about the Revolutionary Army.
As Sabo quickly made his way down towards the dock, you didn’t see the ship that your servants had been instructed to board. Perhaps they were still in the cove, waiting for the RA to leave. Either way, you didn’t want them to think they had to remain on the island and wait for your shitty husband to return. You wanted better for them – better than working for your shitty husband on some forgotten island in the middle of nowhere.
“Sabo, can you do something for me?” you asked, looking him in the face. Your eyes unintentionally focused on the scar on the left side of his face. Your fingers were half raised as if to touch it, but you curled them back into your palm. It wouldn’t do to touch a strange man, no matter if you were childhood friends or not.
“Mmh. Anything for my wife,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. You rolled your eyes – Sabo clearly didn’t have the same concerns you did.
“Sabo, I’m serious. I know you’re taking me somewhere, but I need you to promise me something,” you said, gripping his shoulder with one hand. Sabo’s eyes roved over your face before he gave you a curt nod.
“I need you to leave a message for the servants. Tell them they are free to leave the island, to stay if they wish, or to join the Revolutionary Army, whatever they want to do. They are all released from their contracts and can take what they wish from the mansion. I don’t want them staying out of fear for what will happen to them either with you or with…” you trailed off, not wanting the words to pass your lips. The less you thought about your lawfully wedded husband, the better.
“The current owner of the estate,” Sabo finished for you. His arms gripped you a little tighter but he didn’t falter in his footsteps. You nodded, stroking and tugging on your earlobe with your fingers.
“Alright, I can do that. I can tell you don’t believe me about what the RA does –”
“I mean, it’s not that I don’t believe you, but I also thought you were dead for the past decade until about fifteen minutes ago. Things can change quickly, you know?” you interrupted. Even though you didn’t really know Sabo anymore, your heart felt lighter with the hope that he’d be able to save your servants from being stuck on the island.
“They’re in the cove, right? The hidden one on the far side of the island? I assume that’s where the tunnels under the estate go. I’ll have someone send a message over,” Sabo said, adjusting you a little higher on his arms.
“How did you know?” you asked, your mouth open in shock. Sabo laughed as he approached the dock.
“This isn’t our first island takeover. We do our due diligence before we come. Besides, who do you think tipped us off that the brutal owner wasn’t here? A few of your servants aren’t as loyal to your ex husband as you think,” he stated, walking down the wooden dock. You were going to remark that he wasn’t your ex when Sabo took a few steps up the gangplank to the RA’s giant ship.
“EEE! BE CAREFUL SABO!” you yelped, twining your arms around his neck. You hadn’t been so near to the water in years, always afraid you were going to drown.
“Whoa, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Sabo asked, gripping you tightly. His head swiveled left and right, but there was nothing to see.
“No, no, not that. I can’t swim. I was just scared you’re gonna drop me,” you explained, holding yourself tightly to his chest. Your face was nestled in the crook of his neck and a long forgotten scent hit your nose. Carnations and cedarwood mixed together and created a scent that had you taking a discreet sniff of his shirt. Sabo took a few steps back onto the dock and pulled you away from his body to look at your face.
“Yes you can, what are you talking about? I don’t remember much but I remember you beating me in a swimming race,” Sabo said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You shook your head, which made Sabo drop his hand.
“I beat you in every swimming race, you were super slow. But I can’t swim, not anymore. I ate a devil fruit a few years ago,” you said glumly.
“Oh! How wonderful! What does it do?” Sabo asked, his excitement growing.
“Nothing good or helpful. It’s a stupid one. I regret eating it,” you said, looking off to the side. You’d found it in the small forest on the estate during one of your daily walks. You had been so excited, thinking it would maybe help you escape from your husband and get out of the terrible life you lived, but it hadn’t done much of anything. You hadn’t even told anyone until now, afraid of what other nobles would say to your husband if anyone found out. Rare devil fruits were excellent to have, but one like yours would bring shame to your husband.
“Come on, then. You can tell me,” Sabo prodded, his hand rubbing up and down the outside of your thigh. You should have told him to stop but it felt too good at the moment. No one had touched you kindly in years; you were completely touch starved. As it was, you wanted to purr like a spoiled cat as he patted you. Why had you wanted him to set you down again?
“You’re gonna laugh,” you pouted as Sabo took a few steps towards the gangplank once more. Your eyes flicked down to the waves lapping at the dock. Being so close to water made you nervous, even if the chance of drowning was so slim.
“Never,” he said, one foot on the plank. You gave him a small frown and narrowed your eyes. Sabo smiled back at you, filling your mind with visions of him as a child doing the same. Your frown broke as you rubbed the back of your neck.
“It was a zoan fruit. I turn into a… well, a giant uh, snail –”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA–”
“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LAUGH!” you yelled, punching his shoulder lightly with your fist.
“It’s so funny though! A giant snail! You could have had any power in the world and you got stuck with being a gastropod!” Sabo said, still laughing. Truthfully, you didn’t mind if Sabo was laughing with you. It felt freeing to finally be able to tell someone about your devil fruit, even if it was completely useless. It was one less secret you had to keep close to your heart.
“I gotta tell Koala, that’s too good,” Sabo said with a happy sigh, starting back up the gangplank. Your arms gripped him tightly, your fingers digging into his skin. In turn, Sabo held you tighter, holding you higher so your ear was by his mouth.
“ ‘M not gonna drop ya. You’re safe right here in my arms. Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” Sabo said softly to you, breaking the joviality of before. You shivered as his sweet words skittered down your spine, his breath tickling your skin. You scrunched your eyes shut as he ascended to the ship, afraid to look down at the water. It was foolish, but you hadn’t really been down to the waterfront since you’d eaten your fruit.
“We’re on the ship. See? Nothing happened, like I promised you,” Sabo said, his hands loosening their grip on your legs. You cracked open an eye and saw that Sabo had brought you to the main deck of the RA flagship.
“Oi! Who’s that? I thought we weren’t taking anyone,” a female voice said from across the deck as Sabo set you on your feet once more.
“Koala, come here! There’s someone I want you to meet!” Sabo said excitedly, waving to a short, brunette woman with a puffy hat. She walked over quickly, her eyes narrowed.
“You didn’t kidnap her, did you?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Yes,” you replied.
“No,” Sabo said simultaneously. Sabo slung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you a step closer to his side. You looked up at his face – Sabo was taller than you realized. You had towered over him for a few years as kids, but things had clearly changed.
“Koala, this is my wife, Grace,” Sabo said, gesturing to you.
“What do you mean wife –”
“My name isn’t Grace!” you erupted, pushing his arm off your shoulders to face him. “That’s a nickname you gave me because I fell off the log bridge into the river one time!” you said, poking his chest with your index finger.
“Again, what do you mean wife? What log bridge and river? Sabo, you’re married?” Koala reiterated, scratching her forehead.
“No, we’re not married,” you huffed as Sabo replaced his arm over your shoulders. This had to be the same Sabo you remembered – no one ever pushed your buttons like Sabo was able to.
“We are,” Sabo rebutted, now playing with the ends of your hair. You swatted his hand away but he remained undeterred, his fingers instead shifting to slowly drawing circles on your upper arm.
“It’s nice to meet you, uh, Grace. I’m Koala, one of Sabo’s childhood friends and an officer in the Revolutionary Army,” the brunette explained, offering her hand. You shook it and gave her a smile back. You weren’t going to be rude just because Sabo was annoying you. You were about to answer her when Sabo interrupted you.
“Oh, Grace was also one of my childhood friends. From before the accident. That’s when we got married,” Sabo explained, as if that was a totally logical statement. You gave him a dirty look and pursed your lips in annoyance.
“You remember your childhood? That’s incredible, Sabo! What can you remember –” Koala was speaking but you interrupted her just as Sabo had you. Of course Sabo remembered his childhood. He probably remembered just as much as you did – he’d been there along with Ace and Luffy. You’d ask him about them soon, you were so curious about what happened to them. There hadn’t been any news from the outside world at your home for so long, but surely Ace and Luffy had made their ways as pirates. But first you needed to nip this marriage thing in the bud before Sabo got any other grand ideas about your place in his life.
“Sabo, in case you don’t remember, I’m legally married to someone else. You know, the person you’re currently robbing and ransacking? We kissed once as kids, that doesn’t make us truly married,” you said, giving him a stink eye. Sabo stared back at you, unwavering in his intensity.
“Yes it does. The government is bullshit so what they say doesn’t matter. You’re my wife, Grace. And that’s all there is to it.”
Sabo’s POV
Sabo couldn’t believe it.
He remembered you.
He remembered only you.
Sabo remembered spending time with you in the forests of Goa, hunting and fighting and swimming and playing. It was like you had burst into his memories, bringing color where there had only been darkness. There were other shadowy figures on the periphery but he couldn’t place anything about them yet. You said something about others in his past, and he would take the time to dig into that later. For now there was no reason to divulge that his entire childhood was a void in his mind, everything between his parents and Dragon finding him a complete blank.
Except for you.
Sabo didn’t know how it was possible that he had recovered some of his memories of his childhood after so many years without. He also didn’t know how only his solo memories of you had returned, but he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Clearly, seeing you was the key to it all and he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. Once he saw you brandishing a metal pipe at him in your stuffy manor, it triggered a flood of memories all at once. He’d nearly dropped to the ground with the overwhelming amount of information that came flooding back but held himself together. Sabo would fall apart later when there wasn’t anything at stake, but for now he’d pretend like nothing was amiss.
“Yes it does. The government is bullshit so what they say doesn’t matter. You’re my wife, Grace. And that’s all there is to it,” Sabo said while looking at you intently. He was framing it somewhat lightheartedly, but he wasn’t joking. Sabo now considered you his wife, as much as if you had been married the previous day in court. Yes, he knew you were legally married to another, but that asshole forfeited his rights to you the moment that Sabo laid eyes on you again. He’d figure out what to do about your soon to be ex-husband in the future.
He’d known you were still the same person from the moment you saved your servants. Sabo had destroyed many mansions and estates of World Nobles, and none of them had ever given a single thought to their slaves or servants. Not only that, but he’d purposely destroyed that tacky, expensive vase to gauge your reaction. You didn’t even bat an eye, instead keeping your gaze trained on him. They could give you the appearance of a noble lady – and what an appearance that was – but underneath you were the girl he remembered, the one that he truly loved.
And he did love you, Sabo realized as he watched you scowl at him. As a child, Sabo had been completely enamoured with you. It had been the only secret he’d kept close to his heart, afraid that someone (who?) would make fun of him for liking a girl. But Sabo had loved you with all of his boyhood heart. You were strong and courageous and smart and funny and brave, all qualities that he himself wished to have. And that little girl had grown up to be an especially lovely woman, Sabo thought as he looked you up and down.
“I have a question for you,” Sabo said, dragging his gloved finger across the exposed flesh of your back and shoulders. He didn’t like anything about the noble class, but he would thank whoever it was that made this dress for you. It was rather modest, with a mid calf skirt and a sweetheart neckline, but that only made Sabo’s imagination spark.
“What now? Are you gonna make fun of my fruit again?” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Oh yeah! Koala, listen to this. Grace–”
“NOT MY NAME –”
“ – Ate a zoan devil fruit and she turns into a giant snail!” Sabo said, finishing with a bright smile. Koala smiled, though she had the decency not to laugh.
“Oh! Like a giant den den?” Koala asked, tipping her head to the side.
“What’s that?” you asked, scrunching your nose. Sabo blinked – surely everyone knew about den den mushi by now. Though, thinking back, he hadn’t seen any methods of communication at the estate. Maybe your ex-husband took them with him when he traveled. You certainly wouldn’t be the first stranded noble wife he had encountered.
“You know, those telepathic snails we use for communication?” Sabo offered. Your face cleared of all expression, like you were playing a role of a noble wife. Sabo’s hackles rose – this blankness was something new in you. You were always so expressive when they were kids, what had happened to make you be able to act like this?
“Of course, silly me. I misheard you,” you lied easily. If Sabo hadn’t been a trained spy, he might have missed your tells. You must have become accustomed to lying during the time you and he had been apart, and Sabo wanted to know why. Oh well, one more mystery he’d uncover later when the two of you were alone.
“Hmm…once you show me your Zoan form, we can see if that’s the case,” Sabo offered. Your mouth twisted a little.
“Maybe. I don’t really like being in my Zoan form,” you hedged, crossing your arms and tugging at your earlobe.
“Oh? Why not?” Sabo asked, genuinely curious. “from what I’ve heard, Zoans love being in their counterpart form – or even a hybrid state. Is it because you’re so slimy? Or because you leave a snail trail?” Sabo asked, trying to rile you up. He didn’t know why he said it, it felt like he couldn’t stop himself around you. Your face heated up with his words but you gave no indication that you understood the double entendre.
“NO. It’s not that. I don’t like it because it’s too loud,” you said, tossing your head. Sabo looked at Koala – she was on to something. She nodded in silent understanding that he wanted her to continue asking you questions. After so many missions together, they understood one another exceedingly well even without verbal communication.
“What do you mean loud? Like you can hear too much? Or from greater distances?” Koala prompted, taking a few steps closer to you.
“Not exactly. It’s like if you had thousands of people in a room and everyone was talking all at once. Kinda like that. It’s overwhelming,” you said, taking a step backwards and bumping into Sabo’s chest. Were you…retreating? From Koala? Sabo didn’t mind that you were close to him, but he was rather surprised. He couldn’t remember you backing off….well, ever. Not that he remembered much, but it was more than before.
“Alright, makes sense. I’m gonna go below deck, got some things to do before we sail,” Koala said with a wave. She gave a curt nod to Sabo which he returned. If you really were a giant den den, the RA would be able to use your talents for an incredible advantage. You’d have to train of course, and Sabo could aid you with the help of his own devil fruit…but that was for later. Right now Sabo didn’t care about any of that, he needed to find out about his past.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, giving a curtsy. Sabo sniffed out his nose, yet another trapping of the upper class that had been drilled into you. Sabo danced his fingers along your arm, ending by wrapping them loosely around your neck. You shivered as he leaned down to speak softly into your ear, his fingers splaying over your carotid. Your heart beat fast as Sabo blew hot air on the exposed skin of your neck.
“ Now that we’re alone, I do have one more question for you,” Sabo asked, watching goosebumps rise on your skin.
“Y-yeah?” you stuttered out.
“You didn’t like wearing underwear when we were kids. Is that still the case?” he whispered. It was true, Sabo rationalized. You really hadn’t liked wearing them, something he had noticed one day. He hadn’t shared that information with anyone (WHO?) but did start letting you climb to the tree house first on days when you wore a skirt. Your eyes opened wide as you slowly turned to face him. Sabo grinned, he was going to be kissing you by the end of the night.
Instead, your arm reared back and you punched him in the nose.
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