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Your request with Ace being a father pls its so cute and heartbreaking🥺 and how you mentioned Sabo at the end gave me an idea 🧍🏻‍♀️ how about, as Luffy thoughts, Sabo helps reader and Ace’s child and goes as much as he can to Wano ? He really loves his nephew and at the end reader sees Sabo as more than the uncle of her child (obviously it’s reciprocated). The child really loves his uncle too, Sabo tells him stories about his father. He knows Sabo isn’t his father but along the way, he starts seeing Sabo as such. And maybe it’s difficult for Sabo to be here because he’s a revolutionary? (some angst to spice things up) If they end up together with an happy ending it’s as you want 🥴 I just really loved your work, it made me discovered your blog thank you for your time ❤️

awww tomg it’s wild, i didn’t expect ppl to like it like that one, but i’m glad you did (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ sabo is tragically family-oriented, so i can see this happening & i do love tragedy and romance, so i hope you have fun reading this one too ❤️ (also thank you, that means a lot)

1.8k, fem reader, sfw (a lil fluff if you look w binoculars & angst but not too too much), 18+ mdni, sabo is a big softie deep down what can i say, no real warning except that i'm sad over ace all over again

with the assistance of robin, luffy crafts a short, somewhat unintelligible letter to his only living brother; sabo’s face blanches at the contents, knowing exactly who it is without needing to see the childish signature at the bottom. without giving too many details away, he’s able to pick out the clues his simple-minded brother leaves him, not bothering to tell anyone where he’s off to before he seeks you out. with kaido out of the picture, it’s much easier to travel to wano — being second-in-command of the revolutionary army has its perks, along with plenty of danger. he knows this more than anyone — knows that he should be more careful, should consider what potential danger his presence might bring about, but he can’t help it.

when his memories resurfaced after nearly a decade, it took him some time to adjust. all of the things he thought were true suddenly felt heavy, dream-like, and maybe he’s started to reconsider the path he’s chosen in the name of justice. he packs light, travels like the wind — fast, ruthless, necessary — barely sleeps, the anticipation eating at him night after night.

because luffy assured you that sabo — the sabo that ace once thought was dead, from the story that sat with you for years, that made your heart break repeatedly, not just for ace but for your son, as well — is alive and well and that he will, most assuredly, take care of you.

it’s a comforting thought, one that you thought was made with good intent, but that you didn’t quite believe would be actually true. until, sabo stands on your doorstep, knocking repeatedly — eager, nervous, and a bit emotional. you’ve never seen what he looked like, so it takes you by surprise when a tall, blond man greets you with a grin — it mirrors luffy’s and ace’s, surprisingly. your older sister is out for the day, so she won’t chastise you for letting in a complete stranger, and your son is taking a nap, giving you both the time you need to get acquainted.

before he even tells you his name, you know who he is. his mannerisms are refined, yet a little rough around the edges — you assume he’s had formal training at one point in his life, but don’t actually press him for the answer. you mean to ask him to prove that he’s actually ace’s adopted brother, but his mini-me wakes suddenly, crying loudly, big, fat tears gliding down his chubby cheeks as he stumbles towards you.

sabo, in the middle of drinking the tea you so kindly prepared for him, chokes on the hot drink, spilling it down his dark shirt, standing from the table and unable to believe his eyes.

he’s seen a lot, working as a revolutionary, but this — this… this was too much.

even his reunion with luffy took him by surprise; he had to hold himself back in order to allow his younger brother to process everything. and now, the same is happening to him; again. as you tend to your son, sabo watches, doing his best to keep it together, fingers trembling so he balls them into a fist as he watches the scene before him. his eyes never leave you, which is a problem; one of the reasons why you fell so fast for ace was due to his uncanny ability to see more than he lets on. sabo is the same; that sharp perceptiveness unnerving, putting you on edge.

yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave. if anything, it brings a familiar feeling, one that you want to keep as close as possible. your son peeks at him from tear-stained lashes, blinking slowly, the unknown man should scare him, but he doesn’t. sabo’s gaze softens and he takes long, measured steps towards you both. like his father, your son is a pretty good judge of character, so it’s no surprise that he takes to sabo right away.

he crouches down to talk to ace’s son, amazed at how similar he is to the father he’ll never know. and, while sabo only has the child version of ace in his mind, he has no doubt that his sworn brother barely changed over the years. his smile never wavers, even as he picks his nephew up, even as he spins the child around, watching in amusement as he laughs and laughs and laughs. the sound is infectious, so you laugh too. and sabo, who spent a lifetime chasing away his inner demons, smiles genuinely, a warmth enveloping him, one that will keep him stable for many years to come.

you insist he stays over, and he doesn’t fight the invitation, wanting to talk to you more, to understand his brother — his motives, his dreams, his reasoning for coming to wano in the first place. it’s early in the morning by the time you finish your story to completion; sabo drinks it all up, content that ace knew a bit of happiness before he died, grateful for your role in his life. he places a large hand over yours, squeezing it gently, thanking you repeatedly, tears revealing a much darker truth that he thought he buried deeply.

so you sit with him by the fireplace, not wanting to leave his side, completely understanding that level of sorrow. life truly is as unkind as it is beautiful; despite all of those negative feelings, the ones that weigh you down late at night, you still manage to find some semblance of peace — in the form of your son’s smile, his morbid curiosity, his striking resemblance to his father in more ways than you can count. sabo, while he doesn’t think he deserves to be here, not when his brother died in the midst of battle, enjoys the time he spends with you and your son. he stays for much longer than he means to, and on his last day, he promises to keep in touch — going so far as to leave behind a sum of money for you.

it’s another three months before you see him again. your son has grown a bit more, is a little more of a handful each day, but sabo is all the more excited to see him like that.

he brings gifts for both of you, and even after you tell him repeatedly that he doesn’t have to, he insists on it. you don’t have it in your heart to refuse him — especially when he gives you those adorably stubborn looks, the ones that remind you of ace, the ones that mirror your son’s. it’s funny, you didn’t think you’d find comfort in the company of another like this again, but it gets harder and harder to say goodbye to him each time he visits. for your son, it’s equally devastating. he gets quite used to sabo’s presence, cries when he’s not around, likes when he gets to play with the man who you tell him is his uncle, but he insists is something more than that.

because you’re used to the stubborn streak your son has, you don’t fight him on it; mostly because a part of you understands how he feels.

sabo is quite charming, devastatingly handsome, highly intelligent, strong — you love ace, or loved, rather, and always will, but something about sabo’s presence feels just like home. with each visit, you miss him more and more; and one night you confess as much to him. it’s after you’ve cleared the table, after you’ve washed and dried each dish, after sabo’s tucked your son into bed, and you’re able to properly talk to him.

a moment of hesitation makes you think you’ve said the wrong thing, but sabo smiles at you, a bit sad, a bit hopeful, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace that feels much more intimate than it should be. instead of pushing him away, you bury your face in his chest, inhale his scent, commit him to memory — because you don’t know the next time you’ll see him again. you know the line of work he’s in is rather dangerous, and you know better than to keep faith that he’ll come back alive — life on the grand line is rough, unpredictable, and he’s wanted by the world government.

you sure know how to pick them, don’t you.

this doesn’t phase him one bit, however, as he’s made up his mind. he’s grappled with the guilt of falling for you for long enough. it gets harder for him to resist touching you, to stop himself from wanting to kiss you, from staring a little too hard whenever you’re within eyesight. when sabo wants something, he goes for it; and, besides, he’s sure this is what ace would’ve wanted. for you to be with someone who will take care of you — and your son — who will love you despite how messy your life is, who will protect you til his dying breath (something that terrifies you). you don’t realize you’re crying until he rubs his hand on your back, soothing you in soft tones, his voice deep, yet melodic, a lullaby that will keep you safe for years to come.

your heart yearns for what it can’t have; that’s what you keep telling yourself. even after he assures you that yes you can have what you want, that he won’t falter, that he’ll come back to you alive — he’s already died once, after all. the thought is laughable, a little romantic, and tragic. you want to believe him so badly, but can’t bring yourself to do so. he knows it’s an impossible dream; but if there’s one thing about sabo, it’s that he will make the impossible happen, no matter how long it takes.

his lips coast along the curve of your cheek, dropping an impromptu kiss there, before moving to the other side. you sigh, fingers clinging to his jacket, the tears neverending — you’re not sure when you became this emotional, but he continues to place soft kisses along your skin, until he gets to your mouth. he takes his time kissing you, mapping out the shape of your lips with his tongue, a hand on the back of your neck, holding you steady as he brings forth a need that doesn’t quite make sense to you. the kiss is a promise; that he’ll come back to you no matter what, that he’ll try to stay for longer next time, that one day it’ll be the three of you for real.

and you receive his kiss with a gusto, wanting to believe him so badly, and maybe — just maybe — things will work out. maybe you will get the happiness that you’ve been chasing, maybe you’re not as alone as you think you are. sabo is of the same thought, having not realized that his heart was missing something until he met you. it makes it that much more difficult for him to part from you, but he does it knowing that he has a goal in mind, that he’ll make it so you can be together without difficulty; that your son will have the family you want him to have, and that he, too, will have some semblance of happiness that won’t leave him raw and unfeeling afterwards.

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