Hi I love your Wish By Spirit And If Yes. One thing that always pops into my head though, the Whitebeard Pirates? How they kidnapped Ace until he agreed to join them? I kinda want them to do that to Sabo....just take him. When the RA asks for him back their just like "No. This is what happens when you don't take care of your toys, they get taken away." And Sabo just being so much happier cause he's around Ace all of the time, I mean he prob tried to escape for a while but No he's one of them now
Ahhhh I’m so glad you like Wish by Spirit! Thank you, that’s so kind of you to say! haha, that’s a hilarious thought, I love that thought of the Whitebeards running away with Sabo over their shoulders going “na na na~”!
“I’m just here for a few days,” Sabo tells them, and Whitebeard laughs.
“Of course, son,” he says. “You’re always welcome here!”
Halfway around, Sabo stops and turns back because that’s not quite right. “I am?” he asks.
“Course you are!” Whitebeard booms at him. “All my sons can come and go as they please.”
That’s really not right. “I’m not yours,” he points out.
An arm drops over his shoulder and a familiar, warm weight leans into his back. “You kinda are,” Ace points out.
“I’m really not,” Sabo retorts. “I have a job and a life and everything.”
“And we’d never take you away from that,” Whitebeard tells him with an implacable kind of gentleness. “But our home is yours.”
“It’s too late now,” Ace says, really loudly and still right in his ear. “You’re already family.”
That’s a loaded word if ever there was one, and Sabo shrugs Ace off, perhaps a bit sharper than he meant to. “I don’t need family,” he says, loading the word with bitterness. “I’m not anyone’s son.”
Ace wraps himself around Sabo’s back again, offering comfort without clinging. “Neither was I,” he murmurs in Sabo’s ear, “but they took me anyway.”
“I can’t afford–” Sabo starts, and then he makes the mistake of meeting Whitebeard’s eyes.
“We aren’t asking anything of you, son,” Whitebeard says. “And we never will. But we’ll be here, always, and we’re yours to claim if you want it.”
That’s not fair–it’s not fair. “You can’t give me a choice,” Sabo says, and it comes out higher and faster than he’d meant it to. “Don’t–you can’t just do that.”
He doesn’t get choices. No one gives him choices. If he wants something, he has to choose it for himself and then fight for it, tooth and claw, like he did for Ace and Luffy. Like he did for his position in the Army. Nobody gets handed things in this world, especially not things as nice as family.
“You can’t seriously think–” Sabo says, waving the arm that Ace isn’t pinning. “You can’t just offer someone unconditional acceptance like–like it’s an invitation to dinner!”
“Why not?” Whitebeard asks, genuinely curious.
Ace scoots sideways to lean on his shoulder instead of across his back. “You’re not winning this one,” he tells Sabo. “Seriously. They got me.”
Which is a valid point, really, but Sabo’s not prepared to let this go without a fight. “I’m not yours,” he tells Whitebeard, because if there’s one thing he is, it’s stubborn.
“That’s fine,” Whitebeard says, and at the same time Ace grins at Sabo and adds, “not yet.”