The Only Time Corazon Doesnt Slip And Fall Is When Hes Carrying Law And You Can Pry That Idea From My

the only time corazon doesn’t slip and fall is when he’s carrying law and you can pry that idea from my cold dead hands

What could have been ❤️‍🩹

Brúarfoss Waterfall, Iceland by Sergio Thor Miernik

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[ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them // (law) // [𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.]

　　　　❝ look, it's... it's fine... ❞

　the jig was up. after hours of the little boy giving rosinante sideways glances, making passing comments about just how much worse his already horrific balance was than usual, and questioning why he kept stopping so muchーlaw finally called him out on it. well, not so much law called him out on it, rather he quite literally kicked the answer out of him.

three hours into their trek to the next town, the spy reached his limit. his sprained ankle wasn't going to take him any further. not tonight, and not through the uneven terrain of loose rocks & jutting tree roots that was the forest floor. if he fell, there was a real concern he wouldn't be able to get back up on his own, and certainly not with the help of a twelve year old. and so, when he saw the entrance of a tiny cave at the base of a rock formation, a perfect shelter for the two of them, he jumped at the chance to convince law they should turn in early.

rosinante had it all planned out; he was going to send law to get some firewood, and use the moment alone to rifle through the little doctor's bag of medical supplies & fix himself up somehow before law even knewー

and then law kicked him. right in the heel. not intentionallyーhe must have just been walking too close & rosinante walking too slowーbut it didn't matter. the jig was up. rosinante was on the ground and yelping now, panting & muttering expletives for a solid thirty seconds before he finally composed himself up to speak again.

　　　❝ it's not a big deal. ❞ probably not the best idea to lie to a doctor.

there was a suspiciously large sack of beri sitting on the navigator's desk, one that she certainly would have noticed so one could only assume it had been snuck in the last time she was out. totaled up, the sum appeared to be in the range of 50,000 beri. at the absolute bottom of the sack, there was a crinkled letter.

nami,

i feel somewhat bad about not getting you an actual gift (i hope that doesn’t make you think i didn’t want to make the effort) but, when i asked law for advice on what i should get, he insisted (several times, even) that you would prefer straight cash instead. so, whatever you chose to buy with this, i hope you enjoy.

why did i want to get you a valentine’s gift? well, because you’re important to law—and, sorry to say, but that automatically makes you important to me, too. all of you strawhats are—i mean, i don’t think law would be alive without you guys—but you, especially.

i like showing appreciation when i can, because you never know when it’s the last time you might see someone. back when we first separated, the one thing i regretted most was not having enough time to say more than just ‘i love you’, or not having paper to at least write down some words for him to remember me by. knowing that i survived that, and there was so much more i could have said and didn’t—it taught me a valuable lesson about time, y’know? and now that i’ve given with a second chance, i’m not wasting one moment of it.

you picked an interesting kid to fall in love with. that probably makes you pretty interesting yourself. i would joke i have no idea how a little brat like that could end up with a sweet girl like you, but we both know law is a lot mushier inside than he lets on, so you two make perfect sense to me. more so, after knowing how much you two have in common. not just him, i’m glad both of you have that connection—i hope it’s made things easier to process for you both.

ah, i shouldn’t take up too much of your time—i’m sure law will get mad at me for getting in the middle of whatever you guys have planned. so, enjoy yourselves! there’s still a lot i want to know about you, so let’s get breakfast sometime next week. (I’ve got plenty of stories about law to share, if you’re interested). 

                 　　　 - with warmth, 

 　　　　　　　　　   rosinante (corazon) 

Count money, ask questions later was Nami's prerogative. Well, after she initial excitement from receiving such a gift at all. Law truly knew the correct gift to advise for his dragon girlfriend. She'd spent a good solid thirty minutes just hugging the bag, gushing at how someone must have really liked her to give her such a lovely Valentine's gifts.

But who? Not Law. His gift came in the form of a diamond necklace that she was likely never taking off. Her crew members weren't the type to leave secrets gifts, rather preferred to make it known so it could be used against each other later... except for Sanji... but no, not Sanji. He couldn't keep secrets from her to save his life.

Not that she actually cared who it came from. All she cared about was money, money, money, money... And naturally, a woman such as herself was going to count it up and add up the total to her own private funds (it was a gift, after all. she didn't have to share it with her crew... even though she would likely in return use it on gifts, clothes and food at some point).

Imagine the thief cat's surprise when she found the letter at the bottom of the bag in a hand writing she didn't recognize immediately. Keeping her emotions in check immediately went out the window. To receive such a letter from someone so important to the person she had found herself falling deeper for every day.

"Oh, Cora-san," she sighed, wiping a tear away and carefully folding the letter, using a pin from her desk to tack it to the front of the bag where it belonged. No, she would not be spending this bag of berry after all. It would remained locked in her treasure box until the right time came to use it.

Later. Much later. Likely to one day put the very man that gave it to her in a retirement home for ex-marines. A really good retirement home, one that she would have entrusted to her own ex-marine parental figure had she ever been given the chance.

Law was so lucky to have this other chance, but that made her lucky too. Not only to have him, but to have the chance to meet the man that shaped his life.

Positive her hoard was carefully locked away, Nami gathered the meager gift of chocolates (home made with the assistance of Sanji) she had prepared for the man she sought him out.

"Thank you, Cora-san!" Hugging him somewhere around the kneecap she held out the chocolates. "