A New Display Would Greet The Fire Fist The Moment He Retreated Into His Bedroom In The Hours Leading

a new display would greet the fire fist the moment he retreated into his bedroom in the hours leading up to valentine’s day: twenty specimens—twenty bugs, to be specific—ranging from ornate beetles to praying mantises were lined up with glass jars, with their exact species & area of origin clearly labeled on the bottom. a gift from one nature enthusiast to another. a letter was left on the corner of the display table. 

ace, 

   is it strange to write your son-in-law a valentine’s note? maybe. i’ve never had a son-in-law before, so no idea. but this is business as usual for me, though; law’s nickname for me is short for corazon—if that gives you any indication of what kind of guy i am. i used to do stuff like this all the time when he was younger, and i guess since you’re part of his life now, that should include you. 

i feel like i shouldn’t say“welcome” because, when i came back into law’s life, you were already here. it’s not my place—i’m the stranger, my opinion isn’t something you should care about. so maybe… thank you for welcoming me? i guess it’s true what they say about south blue hospitality: there’s nothing else like it.

but also, thanks for making law happy. i’m not exactly sure how you make him happy yet because talking about emotions isn’t something he does unless you’re literally bleeding out in front of him (don't ask how i know that), but i can see the changes anyway. at least i think i can. i’ve obviously been out of that kid’s life for a long time—but i remember how he was when we got separated. scared. angry. miserable. 

he’s still a moody little runt sometimes, but he’s world’s way from what he was at his worst. so, thanks for helping pick up the pieces while i couldn’t. thanks for giving him a shoulder to lean on, a place to go, someone to confide in—whatever it is you’ve done to make him happy. plus, law has got some high standards—i don’t think he’d fall for just anybody, so you must be an impressive young man yourself. do you know how hard it is for me to impress him? pretty sure i haven’t yet. he just glares and rolls his eyes.

anyway, i hope you two have a nice holiday, and spend it doing something that has nothing to do with overthrowing an island’s tyrannical government (as cool as that is, don’t get me wrong—that just sounds stressful). looking forward to getting to know you more soon, fire fist. i'll see you around.

 　　　　　　　　　　　- corazon

BROWN - CHOCOLATE  eyes  carefully  eye  every  letter  sealed  now  on  the  snow-white  page  of  a  paper  in  his  hands.  if  he  expected  to  get  anything  for  valentine's  day  (  and  to  his  surprise,  he  did  )  then  it  certainly  didn't  fail  to  surprise  him  that  the  man  claiming  to  be  law's  family  left  a  note  and  a  small  gift  for  the  firefist  to  enjoy.  

handful  of  jars  with  labels  now  resting  on  a  wooden  table  in  front  of  his  seat.  all  of  the  words  managed  to  sink  in  like  a  destroyed  ship  and  be  swallowed  by  the  mother  sea  herself.  

a  wash  of  pity  and  gratitude  mixed  with  many  other  feelings  now  swirling  within  the  pirate's  heart  as  if  it  was  a  living  flame  dancing  to  its  heart's  content.  a  warm  smile  welcomed  itself  over  the  fire  fist's  features  at  the  very  end  of  the  letter.  he  sat  back,  settling  the  paper  down  onto  the  table,  and  looked  up  the  wooden  roof  of  his  small  house  at  the  sandy  lands  of  dryville.

rewatching the law & kid vs. big mom fight and thinking about how law would probably rather die than tell rosinante he created a technique based off his "useless" devil fruit in an au where he survives.

not because he'd be smug law finally realized it has its uses, he'd just be obnoxiously giddy the same way he was when law used his nickname for the first time, and law absolutely cannot have that.

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. "

after two weeks of solid chaos of my doffy, i suddenly don't know how to write this bird anymore or if i ever did it correctly.

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

between mob's crocodile throwing doffy's letter in the trash without reading it and lala's luffy not being able to read cora's letter and being distracted by the smiley potatoes i don't know which reply was funnier today.