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Fictober 2024

Prompt #1; "that was good work"

Characters: Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Rosinante/Corazon, Luffy, Ace, Heart Pirates

⚠︎ brief spoilers for Marineford in some places

Silence covered the room, each inch/crevice filled with dread. Accompanied with the sounds of faint voices and squeaking wheels, strained and vocal. He stood there, trapped within his own mind despite the surrounding commotion.

Today had been a loss for most even after all of the events that had tooken place.

Marine Ford had been an extensive battle, fights going on in every place you could look/search. It was rare to have seen someone not engaged in any form of combat, and they quickly did if they hadn't been. Screams and yells from everywhere. Swords clashing and guns and cannons being shot and fired.

While not the same, law could feel the slight connection between the two events- the sounds he could hear, at the least. Although the swords and such were replaced with the clanking and clinking of scalpels and other medical instruments, the yells were the exact same. It even seemed to be even louder and more enraged than before.

The sound came from one boy instead of the combined voices of both marine and pirates. The one and only Monkey D. Luffy. After his major loss in the war, he was nearing the edge, death almost taking it's toll. When he passed out, most thought it would've been for good. He had been put through so much stress, and the fiasco with his brother being struck straight through his heart certainly did not help with that.

The sound of a voice calling his name was finally what brought him back to his senses.

"Captain! We need you to act quick, he's starting to convulse and panic again!"

Shouted a familiar voice, most likely one of his crew members. Ah. That's right. He's supposed to perform surgery on the straw hat boy..

After he came back to his senses, Trafalgar began to make his way closer to the surgery scene. True to their words, the boy was having a panic attack of sorts while only being half awake and stable. The others were either attempting to hold him down to the table, while others could be seen running around for supplies or defending against the source of commotion. He had a panicked look to his eyes and shook in the hold of others and the table feverously and with great intensity. Few words could be understood, most being just jumbles of incoherent thoughts and abrupt yelps. Law could only really hear a repitition of 'no!', 'please, not my brother!' Among them.

As law begun his preparations, he couldn't help but think back to the now deceased 21 year old. While he had definitely not known him, ace was very well respected in laws books. He was an honorable man, courageous, kind and willing. Law knew briefly of the connections between him and others, and just how they had been affected by him. His crew mates and ordinary friends had all adored him for one reason or another.

The boy before him claimed to be the brother of this man, sharing similar features. But it could become quite obvious that they only shared some, like their hair and deep need for freedom in each of their own ways. The two had fought fiercely , both together and apart in the war before the climax of the war sometime After he was released from his shackles. A combination of fire & flames and rubber could truly be a force to be reckoned with indeed. Even with the great distance that had always been between them because of the sea, they stayed closer than ever. United through their hardships, following each other's lead. Standing in the presence of each other even from far apart.

The boy in front of him had long since stopped his intense struggles, instead fully passed out into a temporary sleep at the moment. When he had a collection of the right tools he knew from heart he would need, law began to quickly clear the area of the rest of his crew that was still there. They ushered out of the room after a few moments, leaving just law and a few of his closest members in the room surrounding Luffy. With the use of his devil fruit, law was sure that this surgery would come out in both his favor and the young boy. He began with the most deadly wounds, gashes, and deep cuts and spots of internal bleeding. His movements were paced, quick and efficient as he diligently worked through the task at hand. He knew he had a limited amount of time to complete this, and kept his hands steady as he used his abilities to remove a few internal organs to lower the risk of hitting or cutting them in any way.

"Room! Shambles."

In his hand he had previously held a dissolving pill of sorts, the next moment the lower intestine in its spot. He held it with his gloved hands, carefully lowering it to a safe space near him for future need. He used the empty space in the organs original place to his advantage, stitching any wounds in the spaces and near. When he had finished with the area, he repeated the same process to replace the organ into its spot and take another for more aid and healing. He begun to sew in a couple more stitches before placing that one into its place as well. He continued to move through the most obvious of the affected areas. Occasionally, he would find a minor cut and swiftly deal with it before moving back to the main things to be felt with.

Even with the others in the room, law swore he could feel a presence In the room asides from just them. It felt familiar in a way- too familiar. Though the sounds of his work was the only sounds in the room, the silence in the small space was louder than even that. He glanced around the room he could see without moving his head, eyes jumping from one place to the next. Nothing. Absolutely nothing, just the others. Was he going crazy? Sometimes he felt like he was, especially times like now. He did his best to ignore the dreadful feeling, continuing to work.

Little did he know just who was watching him. Miraculously, after his death, another man had been given the experience of being a ghost. Present in the world, but not fully existing in a way. Donquixote Rosinante, also known as Corazon to the people closest to him during his lifetime. He stood in his ghastly form just diagonal from law, watching as the boy worked. Even for a now dead man, he had one of the brightest smiles on his face. Still, after his death, law had continued on with life and pursued his dream just as cora knew he had wanted to. His sacrifice had definitely been worth it for the boy. Everything that he had done in benefit for Trafalgar D. Water Law had all been worth it all for him.

He layed his transparent hand upon law's shoulder, and the man shuddered. His own hands stopped in his work as he slowly looked to his shoulder, not quite knowing if he could actually see the faint outline of a skinny hand or if it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. The rest of the people and the room seemed to have noticed the stop in his progress, starting to wonder if they should speak up to their captain about it or not. His first mate, below spoke up before the others had the chance to.

"Captain? Is everything alright? It doesn't seem like Luffy is fully finished yet, and we're worried.."

" ..yes, it's all going well so far. I thought I had seen something in the corner of my eye, I suppose.. "

He responded with an anxious tone, still trying to asses what he thought to have seen.

That hand had looked way too similar to the hands of a man he used to know. The one that raised him after the tragic event and disease in his family. Could it be..? No. He's long dead, it couldn't have been him. Not out of all people, he had surely just been seeing things.

The hand had dissipated, retreating from his shoulder into a space that he himself couldn't see. Bepo clearly still was a bit worried at least, but stepped back away from the situation as he knew that he most likely wouldn't get a full answer, especially in this moment.

"Alright.. We're here to assist you in any way you need if you would like any help..!"

As law listened to the polar bear's response, he let out a small hum and a murmur of 'thank you, but I'll be fine with this surgery on my own for now..'. He did his best to get back to the surgery and stay focused on it instead of the mystery hand, still not fully able to forget about it. His mind was drifting back to the past- not good for this time.

Various times of law being drug around by Rosinante flashed in his mind. Him being held by him like a purse as Cora walked, Cora laughing along with him or even at him, Law being forced the Ope Ope no Mi in order to try and cure his disease he had had at the time, more, and eventually his death. He remembered that exact treasure chest he had been kept it. For his own safety, according to the tall, goofy blonde. Little had younger law known that that would be the very last time he had seen cora alive and well..

He shook his head abruptly, trying to shake the thoughts with it. While the thoughts didn't get through to him often, they could still affect him for the worse on an extra bad day. Everything that had happened ran through his mind all at once, and he found that he had a somewhat hard time even standing up right in this time.

The way that Donquixote Rosinante had died was beyond a simple tragedy. Who would let that happen? Who would do such a thing? Why would something like that happen?

The answer to all of those Bombarding questions was no one other than Donquixote Doflamingo, the brother of Rosinante. He had done it all himself with just a single shot to the head. He had told his brother himself the reason for all of his actions, the cause of Rosinante's death. He had been a marine in secret, keeping it all from the Doflamingo Family. The former man did not approve of his brothers actions at all, and the other words that he had been told in that moment was what propelled him to his ending course of actions. A loud bang echoed throughout the silence of the room- even though cora's abilities disabled law from hearing the gunshot, he knew just how it would've sounded if he had.

Even with all that law had witnessed and known to have happened, he was still somehow alive today. He kept on not only for his crew but corazon too. He was his mentor, the one who really raised and saved him. He made law a huge part of who he was today. He didn't deserve to have his life ended like that, shouldn't have died either way. Law felt himself growing increasingly more upset over the thoughts. It wasn't fair at all- not for either of them.

As he stared at the ground, it seemed to hold back a similar glare of its own. As if it was reflecting his look of despair and angered confusion.

He hoped that Cora was at least a little bit proud of who he was today. It had all been thanks to him that he was even still alive and talking to this day.

As he finished up the last of the surgery, he backed up a bit. The main gaping hole had been closed off, with the subject still laying on the table motionless. The same figure to his side still held a strong smile on his face, it continuing to grow even now. He was so, so very proud of his boy.

He played such an important role in the life of many, and helped people in so may ways just like he had said he'd do when he was younger.

Rosinante was more than just happy or moderately appeased by this. He was the happiest and most upbeat he felt like he had ever been. Cora knew that nobody else in the room could sense his presence as law could, and he was okay with that. As long as his kid could tell he was always there for him even in the most difficult of situations, then that was all he needed. His hands surrounded law's form once again, caring lingering touches to the top of his hair and shoulders as he did his best to contain his over welling emotions. He spoke as if the whole entire world could hear him, though he was aware that nobody could. He sniffled, tears of happiness threatening to fall from his blue eyes.

"I'm proud of you, law.. You've done good with your progress. I had nothing but the best of hopes that you would get to where you are today..!"

This was originally supposed to be significantly shorter, but I got trapped in the world of writing.. I hope there isn't too many spelling mistakes and thank you for reading if you for this far!˙︴

Since it's the end of Mermay, here they are :)

Everyone's fish under the cut

Luffy, Corazon and Brook don't have a dedicated fish, and Shirahoshi is Shirahoshi

Perona is Argyroneta aquatica, a type of spider who can "breathe underwater" by creating an air bubble

Nami is a catfish (lol)

Blackbeard is an orca, thought it was fitting

Kid is a pufferfish

Robin is a jellyfish both times, but I like to think that pre-Enies Lobby she's hiding her real tail as something else, that's why the tail design is different.

redraw of a panel in 781 bc i dont think people saw the little tear welling up in law's eye :)

How about trans!male reader x Corazón/Rosinante with a marking kink? Something romanticly cheesy?

Rosinante x Trans! Male reader

Cw: Smut, marking kink (Corazon), fingering, pre-established relationship, pet names, use of “Good boy” once, just some ‘soft’ smut with sweet Rosinante at the end.

A/N: First time doing a request, hope you like it! (Kinda short, srry -n-)

You were on Corazon’s lap, kissing him sloppily as his hands grazed your hips, gripping them tightly as you started rolling your hips against his bulge. Corazon took notice of this and pulled away for a second, looking at you slightly serious before it turned to a more loving expression.

“Are you sure of this?”

He asked, worried to do something that could make you uncomfortable. Rosinante knew nudity in front of someone else was something delicate for most of trans people, but you just nodded, kissing his cheek before nibbling at his ear. “I’m ready, love.”

“Fine, but tell me if i do something too soon.”

He kissed you back passionately; your tongue meeting his and fighting for control as your hands directed to his shirt, started to unbutton it and throw it down his shoulders as a heat pooled down in your throbbing cunt

He got up from his chair, holding you tightly by your ass as he placed you on the desk of his office, starting to take off your pants —panties included— the cold breeze that went down your core made your mouth drop a muffled moan as you bit your bottom lip.

“Corazon..” Those were the only words your mouth could formule as the thick fingers of the man on top of you grazed your slit so deliciously, smearing the arousal all over your cunt and clit.

He leaned over you, his body weight now pressing a little bit over you as you panted for the friction of his fingers.

Corazon leaned more as with one hand he got rid of the first buttons of your shirt, starting to nibble the sensible skin of your collarbone, sucking hardly at it, leaving pretty love marks in purple and red colors. You muffled your moans miserably with the back of your hand; Corazon started rubbing your clit with his thumb as the thick fingers of his stretched your lower lips, entering into your sex and pumping in and out. “That’s it, like that. Good boy.” He reassured sweetly on your ear making goosebumps on your skin.

While then Cora kept his job on your neck, biting, nibbling, sucking at whatever skin he could get. A small sense of possession ran over him as he witnessed the marks he made in your skin. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot with these.”

Your walls started to clench around his fingers as you chased your high with every pump in and curl he did.

“C-Cora! I’m about to cum..— Oh fuck!”

You arched your back at the heat pooling on your stomach. “Let it out, babe. Come in my fingers.” He whispered, his little smirk pressed down on your chest as new marks were deposited on your pecs, tracing sweet kisses on the scarred skin from your top surgery.

A few more pumps into your wet cunt and you came all over his fingers, your glistening arousal going from the tip to his knuckles as he pulled them out.

You breathed heavily, still pressed down on his desk by the body of your huge boyfriend who kissed your cheeks so sweetly as his clean hand went to caress your hair. “Like that, my love..You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet. I love you so much.” He whispered sweet nothings on your ear as your breath started to get softer and more quiet.

He lifted your sleepy and sweaty body bride-style and walked to the sofa on a side of his office, covering you with his fluffy feathered coat. He kneeled and kissed your cheek once more, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you, ____. Remember it every day.” And with a small peck on the lips he left you on his couch to rest.

Horny thoughts about OP dicks

Don’t mind me I’m just bored asf

A/N:I use the Argentinian height system so this post goes by centimeters (Don’t have a fucking idea how yall use inches.)

Corazon

About 19cm I MEAN, he is huge in body height i wouldn’t be surprised. I feel he’s more of a length than thick type, he would probably be 4-5cm thick.

Got a vein that goes from under the tip to the middle of his cock, it would probably make you see stars.

Well trimmed but not shaved, he would shave it if you asked him to tho. It would be a more dark color than his hair color, like a dark honey color(does that make sense-?)

Like:

Tip is a pretty pink, yall can’t convince me otherwise.

Feel like it doesn’t tastes too salty neither bad. Like licking the back of your hand? Something like that.

Luffy

Can variate the size, I MEAN HE LITERALLY STRETCHES-

But normal size would be like 15-17 cm, don’t think it would be too thick or too big, just enough to make you babble nonsense.

Tip is a red going to coral-color.

Probably doesn’t trims neither shaves, it’s the wildness in there.

Hair in there is as black as his head hair (His gear 5 pubic hair on the other way..-)

Sorry but his dick would taste HORRIBLE, like, there is this weird myth that people’s dick taste like the things they eat and with Luffy’s disastrous diet it would probably taste too salty yet bad.

Zoro

OH GOD-

19 in length, THICKNESS IS LIKE 6 TO 7 CM

Hard he would get to 21 cm

Tip is a dark brown that goes to a more red/pink palette

This mf doesn’t trims neither shaves (just like Luffy)

His pubic hair is a bit more darker than the rest of his hair

He’s veiny as FUCK one vein right down his tip that goes to the base, another one goes from the base to the middle and a few more go from the middle to the rest.

Probably tastes salty but good after all, don’t think he has a bad diet, for the alcohol he probably tastes a little bit bitter.

A/N: That’s all, gotta do random things to cover up i don’t know what fic should i do with the winner of the survey i did. Gonna do a part two probably.

Ranboo eye reveal but it's Doflamingo digital and pencil drawing

Also Corazon is my face when I finished this and could not comprehend the monster I had created.

DRESSROSA WAS TOO LONG AGO FOR YOU TO STILL BRING CORA UP

sometimes i remember law has a father

Finally finished!

memories are bullets

are you sure these aren't canon?

Oh you guys are not ready for the amount of dumb one piece brain rot I have

Hmmm. Imagine a scene. The heart pirates and the strawhat pirates are celebrating something - a fight won, a treasure discovered, whatever - it's a party. Some people are drunk, some people are tipsy, and some people don't drink. Most people are playing games. Brook decides to play a game too - he'll play a melody and someone has to sing along except he won't tell them the name of the song, they have to guess and sing along based on the melody. A good part (but not all of them, obviously) of the crews calm down, if only because they want to win the game and guess the song first.

Brook plays. And someone sings. It is the right song, but no one recognizes the voice. They look around, trying to see who guessed the song, but they don't find the singer until they turn to Law, who's leaning against the ship's rails. Only it's not Law who's singing. There's someone besides him, much closer to Law than anyone except Bepo is allowed to be. The singer is hunched, body swallowed by a coat of black feathers, halfway blending into the night. And then the person inhales for the next part of the song, and straightens up, and suddenly they have golden hair and makeup and they're really, really tall, and they're a stranger. They're not part of the crews. They could be a threat? Some look ready to pounce until they realize that Law would never allow anyone with bad intentions in his personal space, much less around his crew. Suspicion becomes curiosity. The stranger, unphased, keep singing. Brook keeps playing. He's a good singer, actually. Law stares too, with laser focus, frozen in fear of making this ghost of the past disappear if he moved. Said ghost looks at Law, too, never taking his eyes off him.

The song ends. The stranger stops singing. In the silence, he leans down, silently mouths something at Law I love you, remember ? And gently kisses his forehead. Between a blink and the next, he's gone.

(basically It's Brook accidentally using his powers to bring Cora's soul back for the length of a song, and Cora just really, really loves his son)

they found eachother again and then they lived happily ever after

right 🥹

Despiértame mi Corazon

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 3,454

(Image Source: Actor: Alex Pettyfer + @fanaticsnail's dodgy photo editing skills)

Synopsis: You have been on the run from Donquixote Doflamingo, sheltering and caring for a young, sick child. Your emotions catch up with you as you process the change your life has led you to. You’ve left it all: family, career, friends - all to support Rosinante in his quest to cure the boy. Upon seeing you in this state, your Corazon will do anything to see you smile again. 

Themes: mutual pining, sickness, love, Rosi is a daddy, Rosi is a sweetheart, idiots in love, friends to lovers, Trafalgar Law is a child, baby Law is an edge-lord, angst, crying, hurt/comfort, dancing, Rosi is a dork, sad ending (I’m sorry), Dance reference link here.

Notes: This is a gift for @writingmysanity. You get two Cora fics, because we both need it. The other, more happy one, is coming soon, sweety!! 

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix @i-am-vita @sexc-snail I don't know if you guys like Corazon, but I hope this convinces you to love him.

Song Suggestion: “Wake Me Up” - Postmodern JukeBox

The air carrying the tide towards your feet felt as thick and heavy as the encumbering weight on your heart. Frozen remnants of falling snow stuck to your cheeks, your eyelashes collecting a small amount of dust to coat your follicles in the crisp breeze. Aside from the peace found in momentary stasis, your mind was racing and your soul screaming for release. 

Trafalgar D Water-Law was dying. The boy you took under your wing, the child you cared for, the adolescent who held your heart in his hands was dying. He was not going to make it without consuming the Op-Op Fruit, a cruel reality that had finally caught up with you. 

You were so close. So unbelievably close to getting his cure - his fate balancing on the edge of a knife in the steely grasp of Donquixote Doflamingo. A cure like this was not something that would be gifted freely, both you and Rosinante knew this for a fact. There was no amount of convincing, scheming, bribing, groveling, or begging you could do to gather this cure for the sickly child you both loved. It needed to be claimed by force, and claimed now. 

Finding solace in the small moment you carved aside, you allowed yourself the luxury of hot tears rolling down your cheeks: consumed by the grief in the dire situation you found yourself within. You were simply unable to carry the weight of these harsh and raw emotions any longer. What began as a small sniff through your nose quickly and quietly escalated into soft sobs. As the sorrow was released, you felt the weight grow heavier in your heart and expand to encumber your chest.

Drawing up your knees and cradling them against you, you turned your head away from the shack as your shoulders shook with each whimpered sob. You desperately hoped to any deity that was listening that you were far enough away from your home for the night to hold your sobs in silence, not alerting or disturbing your two companions as they lay in slumber. 

Stalking slowly towards you, aided in silence by his devil-fruit abilities, Donquixote Rosinante was approaching you in your sorrow. His hand stuttered forward, wanting desperately to place it down on your shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze in consoling your release of your emotions. 

He, himself, knew this feeling, and he knew this feeling well. Giving into his feelings a few weeks earlier, while drinking a vast amount of sake straight from the bottle. He felt helpless in the overwhelming devastation that currently held the three of you hostage. Desperate to provide you comfort, although not desiring to give you a touch you were not expecting, he halted his movement from descending upon your shoulders.

Retracting his extended hand away from you, he stumbled backwards towards the shack to check in on the sleeping Trafalgar Law. Clambering up the steps, he looked over the peaceful form of the boy nestled up in his blankets to keep warm in the cool night. Noticing the fluttering rise and fall in his chest, the subtle wheeze extending and catching in his throat, he felt the return of helplessness overcome his body. 

Turning away from the child, his fingers absentmindedly brushed against the surface of the steely frame of his radio, flicking on the valve to wake its static call. He began turning the knobs, seeking out a whisper of a song to drown out his circulating devastation and distract himself with. 

The rustling static did nothing to wake Law from his rest, but did alert you of the fact Rosinante was awake and skulking around. Hastily drying your tears with the inner sleeve on your wrist, you ensured you were the very picture of positivity should the leader of your expedition join you in the cool air outside the shack. 

Your relationship with the younger Donquixote brother was complicated. 

Pledging your undying loyalty under pain or death to Doflamingo in your youth, your proximity to the younger brother had you develop the swell of infatuation with him. Through the years, your heart always had a soft simmer threatening to rapidly boil towards the surface. He was quiet, he was calm, his skills as a fighter were a privilege to behold in battle, and it was an honor to fight beside him. 

Under the orders of the older Donquixote brother, you had done  terrible things that required atonement to cleanse your hands of it. As you were both introduced to the young child who wished for death to claim him, you both became as hardened as the other to force the will to live upon him in repentance for your transgressions. 

Watching Rosinante take the lead in Law’s care, your infatuation rose once again: a rise which prompted you to cast aside your loyalty to Doflamingo and aid ‘Corazon’ in the task of betraying him. You were in exile, hiding while searching for a cure for the boy that you only now learnt were in the clutches of the very hands you were attempting to flee from.

You loved him. You loved the lanky man fawn over the sickly boy had your heart soar and fly ever higher. The way he loved with his whole heart had a ripple effect, prompting you to open your own heart to love both of them even more. When Rosinante displayed his heart, it was worn on his sleeve and given unconditionally. And when you saw this love for others, it made you long to be a recipient of such devotion. 

The rise in static volume prompted you to turn around, glancing at the looming figure exiting the door of the shack, a radio within his hands. He placed it on the wooden frame lining the porch and gestured for you to come over to him with a subtle sway of his hands. You offered him a soft, melancholy smile and rose to your feet from the cool sand beneath you. 

No words were spoken as you approached him, keeping your head bowed from him as the static crackled and roared to life. A familiar tune from your youth rose in the speakers, your smile broadening as the lyrics shepherded you into a gentle sway. 

Rosinante’s outstretched hand flitted fluidly down to you, a small bob in his head indicating for you to place your hand within his own. You returned this gesture with your eyes closed and shaking your head in disbelief at his invitation. He smiled, reaching forward his other hand down and claiming your unoccupied hand and began swaying you to the beat. 

“What are you doing, Rosinante?” you slowly hummed your question up at him, brow twitching up in intrigue. His warm smile pulled you in, alongside the slow shimmied-shake of his arms with your own. 

“We’re dancing,” he confessed with a rumbled chuckle, his toes accidentally colliding with your own: both flinching at the contact. He shook his head, adding to his answer, “I stand corrected: we’re trying.” 

Although the mood was filled with sorrow, the sway of Rosinante’s awkward movements had your smile rising up your cheeks and eyes drying of their prior downpour. A small swell in your heart at his attempt to make you smile had your cheeks begin to pull upwards by the smallest smile you could muster. 

Everything about the way he danced with you was stiff, awkward and rigid: a memory rising in both your minds of earlier in your youth springing forward.

“You remember when we first danced together?” Rosinante asked you, his painted lips attempting to hold back a toothy grin. You giggled at him, ushering his body to spin in your arms and gently twirled his body. The dark feathers tickled your skin, a sneeze rising in your nose in response to the subtle brush from the inky follicles.

“I remember it being about as ah-... ah-... ahh-...!” you sneezed, shaking your shoulders as you turned away from him to save him from the spray. He chuckled as you recovered from your sneeze, continuing, “-As awkward as this one. You didn’t have your feather coat then, either.” 

“Oh, right!” Rosinante laughed, twirling his body away from yours and removing his feathered overcoat from its place on his shoulders, casting it over the wooden frame beside the speaker. “Alright now, where were we?” His pink shirt dipped in his chest, the subtle rise of his lungs and exposure of soft skin tempted a warm flush to rise in your cheeks. You shook your head to rid yourself of such thoughts about your friend, recovering enough to plaster a small smile on your face. 

Swaying your hips and tapping your toes against the ground, you skillfully twirled your body to rejoin your hands within his. He gleefully laughed at your gesture, his own hips swaying to the beat and rocking his shoulders as the rhythm picked up. His knees were unpracticed and unskilled in this artform, but his enthusiasm overtook his inability to dance. 

Twirling his body away from you, he clapped his hands and began stomping his feet lightly on the floorboards. He tapped twice more before kneeling himself down on one knee, his other leg arched into a deep lunge in front of him. He placed his right hand on his hip, rising his left above his head and brandished it with a playful flourish. 

“Oh, we’re doing this one, are we?” your tone picked up, your brow arching on your forehead as you leant forward to claim his left hand within your right, “You remember how I tripped over your lanky legs when I did this last time,” you smiled, circling his body and hopping yourself over his calf lying flat behind him.

“I do,” he chuckled in return, following your movement with the lull of his head. His smile rose further as you playfully watched him from the corner of your eye. “You remember how we recovered, though? What we did to balance out the dance?” 

“Yes, Corazon,” you half-laughed, half-sighed, as you recalled how the evening progressed, “We drowned ourselves in several bottles of sake and laughed at our own idiocy.” Rosinante shook his head, rising to his feet after releasing your hand from within his. 

“No, mi amor,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips and swaying you from behind, “I meant this.” He turned you within his arms, raking his hands over your hips, hands circling over your waist and holding you firmly against his torso. You hooked your arms over his shoulders behind your head, shepherding him to embrace you further while swaying to the rhythm. 

Rosinante pressed his cheek against your own, your eyes instinctively fluttering closed as you felt the rise in his grin on your skin. His breath tickled the nape of your neck, you breathing along to his rhythmic pattern with each passing moment. 

You felt all of your worries cast themselves aside each moment he held you in his arms, all anguish and melancholy passing from your body and reigned within his embrace. The pressure of his own sorrows fled from him and onto you, the sharing of the emotional labor departed each of you in this moment to simmer and smother between you.

“Why were we dancing again?” you whispered to him, your lips almost making contact with the shell of his ear. You felt him shudder against your touch, instinctively pressing your back further against his chest and nuzzling into your neck. 

Spinning in his arms, his hands tugging at your shifting shirt as you turned to face him, his eyes widened as he sought out his answer to you. Humming thoughtfully, he finally located his answer in his memory.

“I think it was Doffy’s birthday, or celebrating a raid on some unfortunate-,” Rosinante began, halted by you pulling away and glancing into his eyes. 

“-I mean now, mi corazon,” you floated your eyes between his, looking for rhyme or reason within his steely orbs, “Why are we dancing now?” He stuttered in his sway, freezing like a fainting goat being startled by a loud sound. 

“Y-You called me-...” his breath caught in his throat, lips parting as he floated his gaze between your own eyes, briefly caught in gazing longingly against your lips. “You called me ‘mi corazon’, mi amor.” He held you in silence, his heart swelling and adrenaline urging his body against his will to surge forward. 

The air was tense, the deafening silence being broken only by the smooth rise in melody from the radio beside you. His eyes softened more, wordlessly asking you a question with his lips quivering and eyes frantically darting between your own.

A small nod from him, answered by a nod of your own was all the answer he needed to join his lips with yours, softly molding himself to your lips and breathing in your air. 

The world came crashing down around you, the realms of unanswered questions from your youth were retorted by the soft lips of Donquixote Rosinante’s pressed against your own. You squeaked against his lips, eyes wide and watching as, his were closed with his brows furrowing in deepest concentration. He hissed in a breath through his nose, turning his head by the angle of his chin to deepen the embrace. 

Raking his hands up from your hips, he claimed fistfuls of your shirt in his needy grasp. He whimpered against your lips, prompting you to reciprocate his passionate kiss. You felt his heart, his spirit and his worries pass from his body into yours further. This intimate and wordless confession had your heart racing at the impossibilities that brought you here. 

Slowly pulling your hands from his shoulders, you slid them down his neck and grasped the embroidered pink collar of his shirt and pushed him back towards the railing. As his beck hit the hard, wooden pillar, he gasped into your mouth and desperately clawed at you to hold you firmer. Angling his head away, he pressed lengthy kiss after kiss against your lips, cheeks and chin: a trail marked by his pink lip-paint. 

“I want you,” he whispered against your lips, hovering them above your own before pressing his own against yours twice more, “I want us. I want all of us-.” He peppered your cheeks with lengthy kisses, the smear of his lip paint rubbing against your skin and tinting your flesh. “-The three of us. I want to be our own family: go where we want to go, wherever our hearts take us. I want to forge a life with you and that kid.”

“What are you saying-?” you whimpered for him, your hands claiming his cheeks within them and ushering his face away from yours. He groaned, leaning forward and claiming your lips beneath his own before fully allowing you to push him away.

“I want to adopt Law,” he continued, his hand rising to your hair and caressing your scalp, “You already mother him, fawn over him and treat him like your own.” Your hand flew to his hair as he pressed a long kiss against your neck, “I want to do this, and I want to do this with you, mi amor. I want to marry you, to be yours and you to be mine.” 

“I want us to be happy, mi amor,” he concluded, a melancholy smile finding his cheeks as he dipped his brow down to seek out your eyes, “I will have you smile again: a smile mirrored between the three of us.” He pressed a gentle kiss against your brow, adding a muffled, “Three against the world.”

The shock of it all happening at once held you in momentary silence. Feeling the pull to confess your own adoration and wants for the future onto him, your lips formed words before you could withhold them in your throat. 

“When this nightmare is all over,” you gasped, tugging at his blond locks to subtly weave him away from your neck to look in your eyes. “When we wake up from the darkness,” you slowly caressed his cheek, your thumb finding his bottom lip and attempting to press the paint within the boundaries of his lip line, “I want all of that with you, mi corazon.” 

At your confession, Donquixote Rosinante’s heart soared for you and his tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. He truly didn’t know those words were needed to grace his ears and soothe his mind, but so thankful you formed them. 

He loved you from the moment he met you all those years ago. The urge to protect you from the evil his brother ushered into the world was so strong, he nearly broke the mask he made while infiltrating the crew. Seeing you hold your own against them, your skill in combat ushering a swift death to those who opposed you with mercy had him swooning at your kindness amongst the brutality. 

“Te amo, mi corazon,” you whispered, your lips again hovering over his own, “I always have, and I should’ve acted on it sooner. I just got caught up with the mission, with loving our child. You are doing such a good job with him, I want you to know that.” You soothed over his blond hair, brushing your nose against his while confessing your admiration further, “I love you, and I love Law so, so much-.” 

Surging forwards, the contact he made with your lips was wet: the stale aftertaste of his last cigarette was eclipsed by the salty tears falling over his lips. He didn’t know when his tears started to fall, nor did you grasp when your own intertwined with his against your lips. You laughed against his lips, feeling the lingering tingle of affection spark and ignite in your chest. He swooned for you, raking desperately at your body to hold you as close as he could without breaking through the material of your clothes. 

You broke away from his lips, gazing into his eyes with nothing but pure adoration and love. His own unspoken confession lingered in the air, the atmosphere tense and swollen with the lust-stricken adrenaline. The spark of the adoration tinting your eyes surged his confession forward, his words clumsily jumbled over his lips. 

“Mi tesoro, mi amor, mi familia,” he whimpered for you, his voice stuttering and stumbling over his words as he stooped down to you, “Te amo-... I-I love you. I love everything about you, and I should’ve told you sooner. I wanted to tell you from the day I first met you. I swooned for you when you danced with me all those years ago. My heart beats for you, and propels me to complete this task all the sooner to start this adventure with you and Law.” 

He pressed his forehead against your own, the feeling of hot tears rolling down his cheeks at the confession had you both sobbing and laughing at yourselves. Sniffling and collecting your own tears on your wrist, and he with his, you both glanced up at each other and allowed your smiles to rise. 

“We will get this done, Donquixote Rosinante,” you hardened your resolve, nodding through every word, “And when it’s all over, we will be una familia- a family, mi corazon. The three of us. Together.” You held each other close on the deck of the small shack: swaying between kisses as the darkness plaguing your journey was eclipsed by the light rising between you. 

Hanging on your every word, a small sob hitched at the crack in the door, Trafalgar Law’s hand clasping over his lips to mask his presence. Law had never witnessed so much love pouring from one person to another. The fact that you both held such love for him too had him openly sobbing at the interaction. 

He wanted this too. 

He wanted to be a family with both of you: two absolute idiots that loved both him and each other unconditionally. Two complete idiots who were hardened fighters, pirates, and war criminals. His idiots.

He wanted this so desperately. 

He wants his imperfect, perfect family. 

But some things were not meant to be. 

Law would call on this memory often. Each time that melody played over his personal radio, his heart would both consequently swell and shatter as tears threatened to pour down his face. He wanted to wake up, for it to all be some horrific nightmare and still be searching with you and Cora-san for a cure for his illness. Your love was real, and he was thankful to play his part in it.

However small a time it was, it was his. His perfect, imperfect family.

hello one piece nation! i bring to you corabug i did today ^^

One Piece *spoilers for law ig?*

Dude omgggggg I started one piece a few months ago and I finally got to Laws backstory and I have never been so distraught in my entire life. Like this poor fucking kid sees his entire family get murdered and contracts white lead disease so he's in pain 24/7 and is treated like a monster. THEN Corazon his adoptive dad basically tells him he loves him and SACRIFICES HIMSELF, GOING OUT WITH THIS CUTE ASS SPEACH IM GONNA LOOSE IT DUDE.

ODA WHEN I CATCH YOU ODA

This video is the only thing that got my sad little ass through dressrosa and i need everybody to see it.

lmao it turns out I just needed to warm up (thanks impel down buggy) but here's cora-san!!

Sweet baby child, I'm crying 😢 ❤️

tried “animating” for the first time and of course had to be law and cora!

Something connected in my mind, correct me if i'm wrong. How did doffy know about the whole water and land destruction thing going on. If it was a celestial dragon secret, then why did his father want them to leave a place that may very well be their family's survival. Just curious 🤔

edit: I gave them too much intelligence, now that I think about it some more. Bless their heart, nevertheless 😪

My God, you really went for it, didn't you?! 😜✌️

+ that split, tho 🫦, forgive me 📿

ask (to Corazon) - Law  has grown up a pirate with not really good manners. Did it was your fault? * kick * the genocide of bread  // aerosol * you can burn the bread, but you can’t burn child injury-spray/ * hello, fuck you Corazon  - hardly