Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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A/N: I wrote this whilst wearing my Sabo's hat claw clip in my hair! (I also have Ace's hat, Luffy's hat, Law's hat and Choppers hat). Anyway, just thought that was kinda funny!!
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The hallways of the Revolutionary Army's base were quieter at night, the usual hum of activity dimming as people settled into their quarters. Outside, the salty breeze of Momoiro Island carried the distant rustling of trees, a soft contrast to the glow of lanterns lining the corridors.
You walked with purpose, the familiar path to Sabo's office etched into your mind after countless nights of finding him exactly where you knew he'd be, buried under stacks of reports and letters, too absorbed in work to realise how much time had passed.
When you reached his door, you didn't bother knocking. It wasn't necessary, not when he never told you to stop walking in, even if he never acknowledged you right away.
Pushing it open, you stepped inside, unsurprised to see him seated at his desk, a mess of papers scattered before him. The only light in the room came from the oil lamp flickering beside him, casting warm shadows over his face as he read through yet another document.
His brows were furrowed in concentration, gloved fingers tapping absently against the parchment as his mind worked through whatever task had ensnared him this time.
His coat had been discarded over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up just past his forearms, the usual signs that he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"Sabo" you greeted, hoping to at least get a glance in your direction. You didn't. His only response was a soft hum, an automatic acknowledgment at best, before he turned another page, eyes scanning over the text with unwavering focus.
You sighed, stepping further inside and placing the cup you had brought down onto the small table beside his desk. A simple cup of tea. If he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, the least you could do was make sure he had something in his stomach.
"You need to eat too" you tried, tilting your head as you watched him, hoping he might come with you. "Mm". That was all you got.
No glance, no shift in posture, just the faintest murmur of appreciation as he reached out without looking, fingers brushing the cup's handle before bringing it to his lips. He took a sip, then placed it back down, already reaching for the next paper in his pile.
