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@enjomo ❤️'d for a thing.

　for all law's rigidity when it came to putting together plans, he wasn't as forthcoming when it came to actually explaining the finer details back to people. he told you what you 'needed' to know and that was it; any further pushback would be met with grumbles of 'because things'll work out better if you do it that way' or 'you'll see' or 'just do what i told you'.

when they first reunited, the caginess surprised himーbut, thinking back, it really shouldn't have. because that was law's style, wasn't it? wanting to stay in total control of a situationーnot out of self-importance, but because people have let him down before. a lot of people. caution and skepticism colored everything he did for as long as rosinante knew him. and, if that's what helped keep him calm, rosinante would try his hardest to stamp down any instinctual (but well-meaning) protests.

so, when law shoved an eternal pose into his hands one dayーgiving him a time & date to be there as well as an exact route to takeーrosinante gave him his word. no other instructions followed, just: 'go here and you'll meet somebody.' sure. somebody.

rosinante had too much faith in law and what he'd gone through to be skeptical he didn't know what he was talking about. and thus, that faith led him to docking his skiff at an unfamiliar island, in unfamiliar territory, all for the express purpose of meeting an unfamiliar somebody.

　love certainly makes you do some questionable things for people. but, then again, he learned that a long time ago.

📏 + 7'1"

unfortunately for ace, he is his son (in law) now. he'll try his best to make up for the rest of his family, he promises.

　　　　　❝ i believe i am. ❞

　the question stumped him for a moment. was he? law had mentioned something about rosinante being a central inspiration behind his crew’s name & jolly roger—a fact that, to be clear, had him over the moon after a solid decade convincing himself he didn’t leave enough of an impression to be worth remembering—so, did that make him one? in a roundabout way? sure. yes. by technicality, he supposed he was a heart.

ah, so this person also had no idea what he and rosinante was meant to be doing here. fantastic. okay, they met—mission accomplished. what exactly were they supposed to do now, and how long was rosinante meant to stay? seas, law, it wouldn’t have killed you to write down some basic instructions to be opened once he met who he was supposed to meet, would it?

the older man was so preoccupied with these runaway thoughts he neglected to mind where he stepped. fatal mistake. stepping out of the boat, his bad foot snagged the underside of the gunwale and he went down, only able to brace himself with one hand while his other clung tight to the mooring line.

it didn't seem to phase him, though. at least not outwardly. just another sunday. nothing to see here. fell? huh? what are you talking about? he bounded to his feet surprisingly fast, a slight breathiness in his voice that could be attributed to either the pain of the fall, or the relief of narrowly avoiding stumbling into the water, a devil fruit user's biggest nightmare.

❝ i’m... not sure what my business is. i was just asked to meet somebody—you... i’m assuming? since you know the name of law’s crew. ❞

SINCE  THE  VERY  DAY  ace  was  put  under  the  surgeon's  care  he  did  not  ask  any  questions.  he's  put  his  life,  heart  into  the  tattooed,  cold  hands  of  a  doctor  trying  every  day  to  bring  back  a  beating  into  his  heart.  as  the  final  day  came  and  many  things  unfolded  during  the  war,  the  fire  fist  needed  his  time  to  come  in  terms  to  many  damage  that  was  done.  within  the  mere  safety  provided  by  the  island  and  a  hiding  spot  for  ace  and  the  heart's  crew  he  had  time  to  recover,  sit  back  and  take  his  time  day  by  day  to  get  back  in  shape.

this  time  it  was  different,  surprising  to  know  that  anyone  else  would  come  across  their  little  heaven  where  none  of  the  marines  could  sniff  them  out.  but  if  law  really  did  trust  this  person,  ace  followed  his  words  blindly.  loyal,  to  his  doctor.  there  was  a  specific  time,  date  where  he  was  supposed  to  sit  on  the  beach  and  look  out  for  a  ship  to  dock  ashore.  he  had  no  idea  who  it  might  be,  but  this  did  not  mean  he  could  drop  his  guard  down  in  any  case.  he  wasn't  ready  to  fight  anyone  yet,  much  less  if  this  was  just  an  unfortunate  trap  set  for  law.  oh  how  much  ace  hoped  his  throughts  were  wrong.

as  soon  as  the  ship  arrived  at  the  horizon  of  the  sea,  and  reflected  within  the  brown  irises,  the  jumped  off  a  nearby  rock.  guessing  it  was  the  one  he  was  supposed  to  wait  for.  after  all,  none  of  the  ships  ever  would  come  across  this  specific  place  of  the  island.  they  all  aimed  their  destination  towards  the  main  town,  where  pirates  were  unwelcomed.  as  soon  as  he  notieced  the  man's  tall  figure,  he  approached.  the  brim  of  his  hat  hanging  low  over  his  gaze.  ❝  state  your  business,  man.  yer  the  one  of  the  hearts  ?  ❞  his  voice  fell  deep,  raspy.  visibly  cautious  about  approaching  without  no  more  knowledge  than  what  law  provided  him.

is ace child ...

ace is child! he is goofier than law, and he is so excited.

　lawwy? rosinante snatched the nickname before it floated away with the sea breeze, interest piqued how law—so stern & moody—could have earned himself one that was so… endearing, and said with such casualty.

he should restrain himself. keyword: should. the majority of his own nicknames were not said with embarrassment in mind—merely holdovers from their shared past, the same way law refused to part with rosinante’s codename he hadn’t used in thirteen years—but… this was certainly not something law would want him to know, and the confusion of the day’s events left rosinante feeling mischievous. sorry, kiddo; don’t think i’ll be able to help myself with this one.

he probably would have snickered right then—tilted forward, pressing for details on what exactly law did to earn such a name—if the thought wasn’t halted by the linguistic equivalent of cold water dumped down his back once a second name hit his ears. no, ‘hit his ears’ is too soft a phrase; socked him in the chest, more like. 

　　oh. oh. he gets it now. law. law, what the fuck?

suddenly, the secrecy made sense. the evasiveness, the lack of specifics—armed with nothing but vague instructions and an insistence on law’s part that he’d ‘understand when he gets there’. it made sense, yet didn’t make sense at all. why? did law not trust him to be able to handle the knowledge? did law not trust him that much?

no, no, that wasn’t it. the doctor had to be trying to protect his feelings; saving him the mental anguish of spending his entire weeklong sail thinking about the fact he was going to meet a man his adopted father almost murdered in broad daylight. not just a man but, as fate would have it, strawhat luffy’s brotherーthe boy who was almost murdered by rosinante's own not even that long ago.

law wasn't being secretive for the sake of being a controlling little shitーhe quite literally had no options other than to just not tell him and let rosinante come to that understanding on his own. because nothing law could have said would have prepared him having to deal with all of this.

❝ rosinante.❞ oh, absolutely not. with every new face, there was a debate whether or not he should vocalize his surname for his own safety. there was no debate here. he abso-fucking-lutely was not going to give this man his last name. ❝not that it matters—you can just forget it, if you want. law never calls me a thing other than cora, so either is... fine. ❞

AS  EXCITED  as  ace  seemed  to  be,  his  smile  quickly  washed  away.  replaced  with  confusion,  and  worry  as  soon  as  the  man  stumbled  on  his  own  feet.  just  by  getting  off  the  boat.  law  didn't  mention  him  much  either,  it  was  just  him  and  the  tall  blonde  man  with  make  up  spread  aross  his  visage.  

he  was  not  a  caretaker.  this  was  the  crew's  job  to  keep  the  fire  fist  in  check.  but  as  long  as  ace  knew,  this  island  was  a  hiding  spot.  a  place  where  a  dead  man's  walking.  town  filled  with  the  ghosts  of  his  past  and  many  regrets,  guilt  that  tried  to  eat  the  ravenette  alive  if  not  the  medication  coursing  through  his  body  to  calm  temper  matching  his  wildfire.

❝  hey,  uh.  y'kay  ?  ❞  his  head  tilted  to  the  side,  a  questioning  look  graced  the  man  but  he  quickly  seemed  to  regain  his  composture.  no  need  for  the  pirate  to  step  in  carrying  aid.  ❝  yeah  i  know  lawwy.  's  been  my  doc  the  entire  time.  and  much  more.  ❞ 

the  answer  was  vague,  since  he  had  no  idea  who  is  he  even  dealing  with.  ace  was  willing  to  put  his  trust  into  the  surgeon.  he  wouldn't  let  any  threat  to  enter  the  borders  of  this  island  while  the  fire  fist  was  still  around,  recovering.  ❝  the  name's  portgas  d.  ace.  but  who  are  ya'  exactly  ?  ❞

　❝ law didn't tell me anything, actually, ❞ the man clarified, trying his best to recover from the unplanned shift in his demeanor by smoothing out the tightness in his voice and loosening his posture again. ❝ i didn't even know you were alive.❞ that alone was a logical enough reason for him to have looked so caught off-guard & uncomfortable just then, right? that saved him from looking guilty & suspicious, right? he prayed it did, anyway.

rosinante took the clothes offered to him without inspecting what they even looked like. whether they were his style, or size, or what it didn't matter. the ex-spy in him was eager to blend in to the new, alien environment as quickly as possible (especially if his safety hinged on it), and the newly burgeoning guilty conscience in him was eager to just do whatever ace asked. he would be compliant. he would be agreeable. law wanted him here for a reason and he'd be damned if he was going to screw things up for law just because of a few uncomfortable elephants in the room.

　❝ i guess that explains the secrecy. i thought the kid was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult again. but, i'm still not sure why law wants me here, meeting a patient of his. i'm not a doctor, i'm just... ❞ an-ex crew member? an old friend? a caretaker? an estranged hermit that spent thirteen years looking for law having only recently reconnected? the man who viewed him as a son years before he could even bring himself to say it aloud, or that law would even be okay with it? there were so many different ways to phrase it, but only one felt right. all-encompassing. ❝ family. ❞

A  MERE  HUM  vibrated  within  the  thick  throat.  as  if  ace  was  weighing  his  choices  with  a  name  to  call  the  blonde  by.  he  didn't  mind  either  way,  but  since  given  the  chance  to  freely  make  a  pick,  the  fire  fist  after  all  nodded.  ❝  cora  sounds  way  cooler.  ❞  the  words  carefree  slipped  past  chapped  lips  as  they  formed  a  welcoming,  small  smile.  maybe  a  little  bit  crooked,  as  he  felt  the  tension  coming  from  this  man's  suddenly  stressed  posture.  

as  soon  as  ace  revealed  his  own  name,  everything  seemed  to  take  a  direction  to  the  unknown.  air  filled  with  odd  weighting  emotions  that  the  fire  fist  had  no  trouble  sniffing  out.  he  was  used  to  reading  people  by  their  sight  alone,  body  language  and  trembling  lips  often  told  him  more  than  words  would.  ❝  since  law  sent  y'here  then  you  probably  know  the  deal,  right  ?  ❞  it  was  brave  to  assume,  as  ace  felt  like  the  surgeon  of  death  would  spent  some  time  to  explain  this  man  why  arriving  at  this  particular  island  was  off  limits  information. 

❝  there's  some  ...  inner  things  y'gotta  know,  pardner.  ❞  the  ravenette  swiftly  placed  his  leather  bag  down,  fishing  out  clothing  that  the  heart  pirate's  crew  prepared  before  ace  left.  he  got  up,  having  the  fabrics  resting  in  his  palms  and  offering  them  up  towards  rosinante.  ❝  you  gotta  change  to  these  clothes.  this  island  ...  it  ain't  likin'  outsiders.  it's  better  to  dress  like  the  locals  here.  ❞  he  could  only  hope  the  blonde  wouldn't  put  up  a  fight  over  fashion,  or  complain  at  all.  everything  weighted  over  the  team  work  and  mutual  understanding  that  he  hoped  to  receive. 

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.

　❝ mhm. i get you. ❞

　unfortunately. ace's words hit right at rosinante's heart, dredging up complicated feelings from his boyhood with a kind of precision that he wasn't even sure law could have managed. he never harbored the same resentment for his father like ace seemed toーnever could quite bring himself to feel justified in being angry, despite it allーbut he grew up watching his older brother echo much of the same thoughts. suffer the same frustrations. or, was he imagining things? was he doomed to see pieces of his older brother in every person he would ever meet for the rest of his life?

he disregarded the thought for now, one elbow firm on the tavern table dividing them as he leaned closer. it tended to be a struggle a man of rosinante's height to meet someone's eyes (not so much for him, but he felt guilt that most people who gave him prolonged eye-contact would have to crane their necks or lean comically far back every time) but rosinante wasn't the best with his words. eye contact was an important step in filling in the gaps. or, at least trying to.

　❝ i'm not trying to take away from how you feel. but it's important to recognize sometimes people don't always take every possibility into account. it doesn't mean you can't be angry when you're reaping the consequences of that, but it also doesn't always mean they're evil. people are flawed, ace. i know i am. ❞

@code01746 , corazon asked : “Even the best-intentioned parents end up damaging their kids.”

❝  intentions  ain't  actions,  cora.  ❞  his  lips  roll  into  a  line.  speaking  of  intentions  was  like  throwing  brief  words  for  the  wind  to  carry.  even  if  roger  had  the  best  intentions  before  death,  it  left  a  weight  on  the  pirate  prince's  shoulders  that  was  hard  to  carry.  maybe  the  words  of  this  man  sparked  a  brief  frustration  within  the  flaming  heart.  thick  eyebrows  quickly  formed  a  frown  upon  the  fire  fist's  visage,  as  he  leans  back  in  his  seat.  ❝  i  could  have  the  best  intentions  in  burnin'  down  a  village.  but  i'd  leave  people  homeless  and  only  with  ashes  of  their  previous  home.  ain't  it  fucked  up  ?  to  have  best  intentions  and  takin'  away  everythin'  ?  ❞