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Why did his stomach have to grumble all the time? That’s what Ace wanted to know. Life would be a bit easier if he didn’t feel so hungry so often.

Or if he were like every other little boy and didn’t have to find food his own ways because he had a loving mother to cook him a hot, delicious meals; a loving mother waiting for him to return home from his hunting games.

Shit. Ace would have to try and tame his stomach if he wanted to get stronger.

…but that would have to wait a while longer.

Roaming the made-up neighbourhood of the marketplace, as stalls and carts designed a little layout of a few streets, the strong scents of the catch of the day and ripe fruit pretty much invaded the boy’s nostrils, making his stomach even angrier.

He was just a kid with empty pockets but Ace’s brain was not so devoid of content - a marketplace meant barrels so full no one would miss an apple or two; meant idiot locals who wouldn’t ‘mind’ being pickpocketed for money - what was a coin for them? - and even meant waste.

Standing in front of a fish stand was the child’s target. A man of blonde hair and wearing clothes no one would wear to shop at the marketplace. He was probably a tourist buying supplies for the next phase of his journey.

Ace approached him. While any other famished kid would look at an adult with pleading puppy eyes and hope the stranger would take pity on the little orphan, Ace faced the man with blazing eyes and a grumpy face, as though he were demanding not only the man’s attention, but some fish as well.

He wasn’t demanding pity, though. The fuck did he need pity for? Even if the fish covered the hole in his stomach, filling it on pity would only create another one on his pride.

Ace wasn’t pleading - he was threatening the man! His eyes read ‘give me some fish now or you’ll regret it”

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Sanji had a hand in this, Aya just knew it. why else would she go into the room to find Ace, sitting awkwardly at a table covered in a soft tablecloth, rose petals, two lit candles, and a dinner that was more rich and expensive looking than anything either of them normally ate.
“Ace…?” Aya was confused as she walked into the dimly lit room, watching as Ace seemed to grow more nervous by the second. Still she sat down across from him. “What’s all this, um, about?”
As it turns out, Ace can actually be at a loss of words and turn to babbling when nervous. Aya giggled - it was endearing, really. “It’s okay, Ace. Let’s, um, let’s just enjoy dinner?” He’d tell her what this was all about when he was ready.

Ace couldn’t stop looking at the clock above the empty seat on the other side of the table.

Five seconds, twenty seconds, thirty-five seconds… Hadn’t Sanji delivered Aya the invitation in time? Had something shown up and was now delaying Aya? Or, worse, the cruelest hypothesis of all - wasn’t Aya coming at all?

This was ridiculous! Ace was a wanted pirate with a fat bounty on his head; the very same head that would look great mounted on the Fleet Admiral’s office’s wall like a hunting trophy. He was a son of Whitebeard’s, for fuck’s sake! How could he be anxious about dining with a woman?!

Ace checked the clock for the hundreth time, a nervous finger messing with the collar of his shirt, trying to put some distance between the fabric and his flesh. He felt suffocated in the navy blue tie Sanji had let - read made - him borrow.

Sanji! This was all his fault wasn’t it? Who else could Ace blame if not the cook when a romantic candle-lit dinner had been his idea, as well as his orchestration.

A simple ‘maybe’ as the answer to Sanji’s ‘What about a romantic dinner by candle light?’ had been enough for Luffy’s cook to design a menu, do the mise-en-place and coordinate a suit-shirt-tie combo straight out of his wardrobe for Ace to wear.

Then, he had written a note for Aya, telling the librarian she was invited to dine and where and when and even scattered rose petals over the tablecloth as the final touch.

Ace hadn’t done anything other than supply the flames for the candles and get inside Sanji’s suit with his new wingman’s help.

And now he suffocating on his nerves and the borrowed clothes both, as Sanji’s torso was not as large and broad as Ace’s, the shirt threatening to rip over his pectorals.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it all!” More than done with the bullshit, Ace pulled the tie out of his neck and threw it on top of the sideboard where Sanji had laid down a bouquet of roses, proceeding to undo the top buttons of his shirt and take a breath.

Telling himself he’d had worse - the man had killed wild beasts with his bare hands, dammit! - Ace braced himself and just in time, too, for Aya was entering the room and asking him the question he had no answer to.

I don’t know; ask the cook.

“Yeah… enjoy dinner.” That he could do.

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Caress his lower back // Sanji refrained from playfully pinching Ace's ass and went for a more friendly pat on an arguably less intimate area of his body

Sanji had good reason to be mad at Ace during dinner time whenever he was a presence on the ship.

He and Luffy would fight each other for the best pieces of meat and stop at pretty much nothing in order to get them, turning a nice meal into a total war scenario. Then, there was Ace’s narcolepsy, which sometimes would make him fall off his chair and land on the floor, but which could make him fall flat on his food just as easily and, while Sanji couldn’t blame the poor man for something he had no way of controlling, he had every right to be upset that exquisite ingredients such as ‘nez d’Ace’ added themselves to his already perfect dishes.

Last, and most certainly not least, there was the question of how much food Ace was capable of ingesting until reaching satisfaction, which in terms of quantity perfectly rivalled his brother’s and meant way more than a bit of extra work for Sanji - in fact, it amounted to the same as cooking for another group of people.

But Luffy’s older brother had a good thing going on for him, though - he liked to make himself useful, always asking the cook what kind of help he needed to get dinner started or finished as quickly as possible.

He wasn’t half bad, either: though Ace was far from meeting a restaurant kitchen’s standards, he was of enough use to the experienced chef with things such as chopping and kneading and even butchering when necessary.

The chef donned the famous ‘kiss the cook’ apron. The assistant’s had no words but a pattern of sunflowers to compensate for it. A joke on the Sunny’s figurehead, maybe?

While Sanji busied himself a marinade, Ace was set on removing the excess fat of the lamb rack in his hands, the tip of his tongue sticking out as is proper of a great artist - and wasn’t Sanji the epitome of a culinary artist?

As Sanji approached him to oversee his work, a gentlemanly hand came to rest on Ace’s lower back.

There was nothing weird about it at first, only one of those touches that happen before one knows it, but Ace felt something was off when he understood his friend’s hand was taking a bit longer than it should pressed against his body.

Maybe Sanji wasn’t even aware of it, as his eyes carefully examined the surface of the meat and the bones.

And truth was, Ace was not getting mad for something like that! Had Sanji’s touch felt more intimate, Ace would have undoubtedly gotten upset.

But, once he was satisfied with how the lamb rack was looking so far, Sanji’s hand gave Ace a pat of approval and with a ‘good job’ he returned to his place by the stove.

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シ (I protest the tsu and send a shi instead :P new meaning: I love how you portray your muse and I am hardcore friend-crushing on you ♡)

Ahhh I adore you too so hard! Every day I thank life for sending you my way!

Send me a ツ if you like the way I portray my muse

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☓ We should talk!
Pouting, Ace turned his head to Sanji so as to face the cook, doubt in his eyes. Perhaps he was right… A talk between the two of them was in order.
“Fine” he agreed with a scoff. “But since you’re a cook, my one condition is that we have something to eat”
Just like that, Ace was smiling again and it wasn’t only for the prospect of having some more of Sanji’s delicious treats. They were friends, in the end, and shouldn’t be upset at each other - or one upset at the oblivious other - because of a misunderstanding.
Ace wrapped one arm around Sanji’s shoulder and, between giggles and compliments to the chef, dragged his brother’s cook to the kitchen.
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Sanji let himself get dragged to the kitchen, a place he naturally felt at ease. He was relieved that Ace’s anger seemed to have calmed down a bit and the man was now willing to talk things out - whatever the hell this was about!
With the chance to clear up what the cook was still pretty sure must be some kind of misunderstanding, Sanji was more than willing to meet the condition set for him by his friend.
Ace wasn’t shy of buttering him up with compliments to his cooking skills in order to get a nice meal out of him. Sharing the same charm and allure as his captain, it was hard to resist the freckled smiling face, not that he even wanted to this time.
“Alright! I’ll make you the best steak you’ll ever taste. That should loosen your tongue enough for a nice talk. And you’d better talk, ‘cause I’m still confused as fuck.”
In the kitchen, Sanji immediately grabbed his apron, set a large tankard of ale on the table in front of Ace and started to prepare the meat he took from the fridge.

“I can help” he replied promptly. Ace could be a goofball in the kitchen around Thatch but he knew how to behave himself as well.

He was a decent cook, too, seeing as he had the convenience of being able to make fire whenever and wherever he fancied; not to mention he had done his share of playing the lonely wolf, sailing alone and perfecting the survival skills he had acquired in his childhood.

To sum it up, Ace could be more of a help to the cook than he might imagine.

Accepting the tankard, Ace lifted it up to his mouth and helped himself to some ale. He didn’t sit want to stay idle, though, and elbowed the worktop next to where Sanji was unwrapping a very nice piece of steak, showing himself to be there should the chef want his assistance.

For a moment he watched his friend work. Then, in a low and sort of embarrassed voice, he explained the reason he was so upset. Simply put, under-explained, immediately understandable.

“I saw you and Aya talking…”

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☓ We should talk!

Pouting, Ace turned his head to Sanji so as to face the cook, doubt in his eyes. Perhaps he was right… A talk between the two of them was in order.

“Fine” he agreed with a scoff. “But since you’re a cook, my one condition is that we have something to eat”

Just like that, Ace was smiling again and it wasn’t only for the prospect of having some more of Sanji’s delicious treats. They were friends, in the end, and shouldn’t be upset at each other - or one upset at the oblivious other - because of a misunderstanding.

Ace wrapped one arm around Sanji’s shoulder and, between giggles and compliments to the chef, dragged his brother’s cook to the kitchen.

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📸 + a thread we should be having....I'll go with the double date one, you know the zosan & ace/law dream thread of suffering and sexual tension

Alright, let’s remove the tension, for it would be inappropriate, and let’s have a Disneyland double-date! @pilawforhire

I didn’t resist giving Zoro a Minnie cap.

SEND “📸 ” PLUS A THREAD WE’RE HAVING / SHOULD HAVE AND I WILL MAKE A MOODBOARD//AESTHETIC FOR IT! // accepting

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Sanji / Sabo I cannot thank you enough for, well, everything. You’re the reason I am here, as part of the One Piece rp community. Once I got serious about it years ago, rp became one of my favourite pastimes. It’s a great way of making new friends or simply to socialize, which can be harder with when you’re timid. Unfortunately, life forced to cease with that activity as a whole and though I felt like returning to it under the wing of a new fandom, I didn’t feel ready. I didn’t feel brave enough. But your hand was there and I was brave enough - that at least - to grab it and now I am enjoying myself. There is nothing I can do to repay you for unexpected kindness. Thanks for having ~~motivated~~ supported me in the first place and unlocking the door for me.
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Omg thank you so much for your sweet words! You are so precious. But truly, I can only return the sentiment as it was you who reached out to me when I thought I would never find a RP partner for my specific needs and wishes. Years of yearning to return to rping and a couple of tries to get my old RP partners back into it, though I had to respect that they could not do so for various reasons. I was never the type for open RPs so it’s thanks to you that I have been drawn into this community now. I am still shy and awkward and slow with replies and really difficult in general (I’m so specific argh) but it’s fun and I’ve gotten to know a few new and very nice people through you.
Thank you for contacting me when no one else did, I was so happy and excited about your message and just the fact that you did reach out to me. At first I didn’t dare hope that we would mesh well but was adamant to try hard so that you would get something out of it at least, especially as you said you didn’t even ship the pairing I wanted to play so desperately. Look at me now, I love your writing so much, everytime you post I giggle in excitement and rush over here to read. Int he short amount of time that I’ve know you, you have already given me all these emotions! You have transformed my twitter experience completely, too. Before knowing you, getting a notification was just some random bot or blog trying to get followers or liking something I wrote thanks to certain keywords but now I see the notifications and know it’s most likely you with some conversation, crack or in-character interactions. Not only do I have the pleasure of finally being able to rp again - and srsly, I needed this, I’ve yearned to return to it for years - but I also found a new friend who I’ve grown very fond of in record time and who brightens up my day with every interaction! You are the best thing that happened to me this year, I still can’t believe my luck! <3

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Sanji / Sabo I cannot thank you enough for, well, everything. You’re the reason I am here, as part of the One Piece rp community. Once I got serious about it years ago, rp became one of my favourite pastimes. It’s a great way of making new friends or simply to socialize, which can be harder with when you’re timid. Unfortunately, life forced to cease with that activity as a whole and though I felt like returning to it under the wing of a new fandom, I didn’t feel ready. I didn’t feel brave enough. But your hand was there and I was brave enough - that at least - to grab it and now I am enjoying myself. There is nothing I can do to repay you for unexpected kindness. Thanks for having ~~motivated~~ supported me in the first place and unlocking the door for me.

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Mun to mun: I love how you write postcards to your friends from abroad. It’s such a lovely pastime to have. Who the hell does that in 2017? It’s precious. And I love my own postcard!

Muse to muse: “You’re a phenomenal cook. Think you can share recipes with Thatch?”

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In reference to this and this | @luffyasksandanswers & @pxrtgasdace
“I ask myself if Cook-san could handle these two glutton brothers at the same time…”
“How about we make this interesting?”
“I say Sanji will collapse from exhaustion before the night’s done. I’m even willing to bet some money on it.”
“Heh~, well then, put your money where your mouth is, fire-boy.”

Sanji pulled up his sleeves and put on his apron, determination burning in his eyes.

“As long as there are ingredients I can cook non-stop.”
“Betting money? Now even Nami will be interested.”
“I’m excited about the results of the dispute! Should we invite Sabo-kun too? Fufufu”
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“Sabo?” Ace gave it some thought. The reason his answer didn’t come at once was because he was upset with his brother for a little orchestrated “incident” he had caused.

Then again, the bets were on the table and three brothers did cause more of a nervous collpase on a cook than two.

“Fine by me”

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“Of course I have muscles in my legs” Ace replied to Sanji after the cook asked him such a stupid question. Just because he was known as Black Leg Sanji, that didn’t mean he was the only man on the planet with muscley legs.

But Ace laughed his question off and decided to make the best of it and show the accomplished fighter some skills of his own.

“Check this out!” Showing there was more to Fire Fist than upper limbs strength and pyrotechnics, Ace started a demonstration of his own kicking.

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The blueberries were so wonderfully ripe that they rolled right off their stems at the lightest touch. Sanji’s bucket filled fast with each handful of the little berries. He glanced over at Ace, his volunteer helper of the day, who was kneeling down with his head leaned against the little fence that kept the bushes under control, snoring away in his narcoleptic episode.
Just a few seconds ago he had been putting fists filled with blueberries into his mouth, the violet juice on his fingers and most prominently around his mouth still evident of that. Sanji had yet to get used to Ace just getting knocked out like that from one moment to another, but the others didn’t seem too worried about it.
The cook took three sidesteps over to the sleeping man, peeking into his bucket to have a look at his progress. Surprisingly, it was half-full at least, quite the feat considering Ace kept munching away on them, but honestly, Sanji hadn’t been expecting anything else from Luffy’s big brother.
Just like Luffy, that man was a big eater and the reason to his volunteering was pretty obvious from the get-go. But he would not scold him for it as this was part of the fun of picking berries in the first place and it was still better than doing it alone.
When Ace suddenly snapped back to a wakeful state, the sudden movement had Sanji flinch in reflex. The momentary confusion on his face made the cook grin in amusement. He pointed down to Ace’s bucket.
“You should avoid taking the ones that are still a bit green, they won’t ripen any further after being picked. The reddish berries do, though. Aim for the fully blue ones if you want to eat the best blueberry pie you’ll ever taste later.”
He grinned cockily and returned to his picking place a couple of meters away. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sanji saw that his motivation seemed to have worked, Ace was back to enthusiastically plucking the blueberries off the bushes with lots of those actually landing in his bucket by his feet.
The cook was already looking forward to baking plenty of pies for everyone.

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Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

*sees texts* Eh, Luffy, Sanji says he wants to talk with you over lunch. *waits for Luffy to pay attention to his own phone and gets the fuck away*