I'm kind of....such a sucker for domesticity so MAS and baking???? Maybe sabo trying to do smth romantic or just...Marco making pancakes in the morning for breakfast or just !!! whatever you like!!!
But mas and fluff and cooking ;u;
(bonus points for actually-super-bad-at-cooking-sabo and ace-who's-good-but-keeps-eating-the-ingredients + adorable cliche romantic movie situations ;u; )
ahahah mas with disabilities I think you mean any fic I've ever written, basically. Okay maybe not every fic, but it is easier to count fics with out disabilities/illnesses than it is to count those where I DON'T have them be disabled in some way lol.
I am always a sucker for HOH marco, and I read a cool RSI (in his elbow, which is why he wears the bright orange elbow brace) headcanon for ace ages ago that has basically become my canon. Sabo being blind in one eye is just. Yes. Thank you. Good god above thank you I'm Dying.
Made a steampunk au where marco lost both his arms (basically from the elbow down) in a mining incident, have several aus where sabo is functionally mute, and I love writing Marco with haemophilia or cardiomyopathy/asthma. Basically anything where Marco gets sick a lot has my stamp of approval because I'm a sucker for the irony behind the guy with the phoenix/heal-everything-whateves fruit has a chronic disability/illness. (Plus, the more I research for these guys in fics, the more I can build my OCs to make them realistic and not insulting haha. ;3)
In terms of mental disabilities/illnesses I'm a huge huge huge sucker for Sabo with anxiety and autism, and the headcanon you must pry from my cold, dead hands is Ace with depression. (and putting more research into his narcolepsy just. Supported this hcs of mine.)
I know that this isn't all of them but this is all I can remember off the top of my head haha. It's always difficult/scary to do disability headcanons/ideas though because who knows what someone will find insulting, you'know??
Oh my god owwww why would you do this to my poor pitiful heart ///clutches chest and lies down
OH OH OH BUT THE REASON THEY'RE SO AMAZED IS BECAUSE THEY EXPECTED IT TO BE ONE OF HIS LANDSCAPE ONES BUT ITS THE PICTURES OF THEM THAT ARE THE MOST POPULAR
Godddd that reaction is so so soooo cute tho im Dying please save my soul ♡♡♡
Excuse me y'all but please consider: photographer!Marco who mainly did landscapes for an aesthetic blog but then meeting ace & sabo and his blog dissolves into photos of them. Getting anons who ask if ace/sabo are single and Marco feeling unresonably defensive and protective and telling himself to stop overreacting and his anons are probably just making a joke. (But, also, how the HECK is he supposed to reply ???? With a yes???? With a no???? With a smart witty remark that neither confirms nor denies (being that he actually isnt sure himself?)???
thanks!!! <33 I'm glad you enjoyed it ^//u\^
//mindreader is my back up profession, didn't you know?
Also, if anyone wants any random prompts and there's none up here, this site has some great randomisers!! <3
The Spinny Thing ((Just scroll down and click 'go' at the very bottom of the page, and it will give you some prompts!!)) Plus, feel free to edit the presets I had included - this is just a basic list.
(though this link should also (hopefully) work and provide random prompts [click here!!])
**Tags: pre-slash/slash, hurt/comfort (ludicrious amounts of comfort, honestly)
Rating: G / T (for swearing)
Warnings: some swearing**
[-for the weary-]
When he opened the door to his apartment and spotted Ace and Sabo sprawled on his couch, his first thought was an exhausted, confused, what?
The next was a long, drawn-out groan, coupled with, fuck, I forgot.
He half wanted to turn around and go back outside, taking the hour to himself that he’d longed for since he’d gotten up at 4am and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep, but they’d both spotted him and he pulled on a smile, watching them light up.
“Hey Marco!” Ace said with a grin, twisting so he could lean over the back of the couch. Marco felt a pang in his chest at the sight of his obvious delight, guilt resting heavy next to his heart.
It wasn’t fair that he’d been looking forwards to this for weeks – that he loved spending time with them so much – and yet couldn’t find it in himself to offer an honest smile, exhausted by the day’s events. No matter how much he wanted to spend time with them, his muscles seemed to have a magnetic attraction to his bed that only grew as he dumped his bags inside the doorway.
“Good evening,” he said softly, forcing his feet to the kitchen so he could grab a snack, and missed how Ace’s face fell, and the glance he shared with Sabo. He didn’t, however, miss when Ace’s arms looped around his stomach and pulled him into a hug, nor Sabo in front of him, gently grabbing his cheeks and staring into his eyes.
He blinked, surprised by the sudden contact, and Ace tightened his grip as though he expected Marco to fight his way out.
“Did you sleep last night?” Sabo asked, squinting at Marco and tugging his head down to get closer, and Marco felt his cheeks prickle, shifting awkwardly.
“Yes-?” he offered, unsure on how easily he’d be able to get away with a lie. Annoyingly enough, they usually picked up on it, and though this was mainly the truth, he was also sure that Sabo wouldn’t believe him. Judging from the annoyed expression on Sabo’s face, and the (frankly adorable) wrinkle of his nose, Marco figured that Sabo didn’t believe him at all. “I slept for most of it?” he tried again, and Sabo let go of his cheeks with a sigh, turning on his heel and into Marco’s small kitchen.
Marco frowned, watching him vanish into the kitchen, but then gave his head a short shake and instead glanced down to Ace’s arms, still entangled around his waist. He gently prodded Ace’s forearm, but Ace stubbornly tightened his grip, burying his cheek against Marco’s back. “You’re just gonna start moving if I let go,” he mumbled grumpily, and Marco almost laughed.
“Well yes, generally I do that after I get home from work because I have a lot of stuff I need to finish before tomorrow, yoi.”
“Not tonight,” Sabo said, breezing out of the kitchen with a plate of food they’d obviously bought with them earlier. He placed his hand on Marco’s chest and pushed gently, making Marco sigh before giving in. He could feel Ace’s grin against his back when he started moving back to the couch, and in half a moment found his thighs hitting the back of the couch.
“I’m not getting up if I get on the couch,” he warned, and Ace shrugged from behind him, flopping onto the couch and then tugging Marco’s hand until he sat down as well.
“Eh, that’s why you’ve got us.”
Sabo grinned at Ace’s words, and handed Marco the plate he was holding. “Wanna have movie night instead of game night?” he asked as Ace shifted until he was more comfortable, prodding Marco until Marco was half-lying on Ace’s shoulder and half-lying on the couch.
Marco hummed softly, already picking at the plate that Sabo had given him, before looking up and offering a tired, thankful smile. “That would be perfect, Sabo.”
Sabo’s grin brightened even further, and he hopped the few short steps to the T.V, fiddling with Marco’s out-of-date DVD player and humming to himself as he browsed the movies piled on top of the cabinet. He made a short, amused noise, and grabbed a case, but Marco couldn’t see what he grabbed and decided to leave him be, steadily making his way through the pile of food Sabo had given him. Ace had started to steal off his plate, but Marco couldn’t be bothered defending it, knowing that most of it would go to Ace anyway – he wasn’t often hungry late at night, and usually only had snacks lying around while he worked.
Sabo bounced back to the couch, flopping next to Marco and shifting restlessly until he found a comfortable position against Marco’s side. “Got your favourite, bird brain,” he said softly, the edge of fond teasing in his tone, and Marco tipped his head back to the ceiling to prevent the prickling flush he could feel on his cheeks being seen.
“I don’t have a-“
“You totally do,” Ace muttered from around a mouthful of potato chips, and Marco screwed his lips shut, trying not to feel embarrassed at how well they knew him. When the title sequence of Valiant came onto his TV he sighed, screwing his eyes shut.
“It’s not technically my favourite,” he protested mutinously, and Sabo laughed, grabbing the remote and pressing play.
“Sure it’s not, Marco. Sure it’s not.”
He contemplated sticking out his tongue, but had a feeling it would only make both Sabo laugh harder, and Ace looked about three seconds away from shushing them both, captivated by the title sequence as easily as he always was.
Sinking further into the couch he slung an arm over Sabo’s shoulders, dragging him just barely closer and tilting the plate Sabo had covered in food in silent invitation. Sabo hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a piece of chicken, snuggling closer, and Marco manoeuvred the plate so that it stayed balanced between his side and Ace’s thigh.
Then, safe and comfortable – and, for the first time that day, marginally more relaxed – he drifted to sleep.
Favourite headcanons will always be the just-before-they-realise-they're-in-love ones ugh I'm such a sucker for Ace!!! Looking through his art book and aLL HE HAS IS SKETCHES OF MARCO & SABO.
Plus just. Ace and freckles will always be beautiful (Marco & Sabo having a bet to see who can count Ace's freckles but they just multiply all the time and it's basically useless? ;3)


