#beautiful corasan

[travvymiku]

the things

[dykealloy]

Trafalgar Law and Faith

Pre-emptive warning this is going to be another LONG metapost/analysis. There’s a lot I could talk about here but for the sake of structure I’m going to split this into three sections, i.e. the main ‘faith transitions’ that Law has gone through in the narrative thus far: 1. Flevance (catalyst for loss of religious faith), 2. Corasan (martyr that figuratively and literally saves law by giving him something to live for, introducing the will of D.), and 3. Luffy (cementing faith in this new belief system and regaining trust in the goodness of humanity through the living embodiment of everything Corasan believed in).

Before we get into all that though, let’s establish that Christianity is a thing in one piece. Speedrunning through some visual examples that come to mind; the Flevance church and nun (holding a celtic cross - censored in the anime version), a nun literally praying to God right before Marineford, Vinsmoke Sora’s grave marked with a cross (is op Christianity a northern thing?), Usopp and Chopper having crucifixes and holy water whenever ghostly stuff is brought up, Kuma and his trusty bible, the religious symbols on Kikoku’s hilt (could instead be more a reference to the Red Cross/symbol of humanitarian and medical aid as a doctor) and especially in whatever Mihawk’s got going on (though this could just be a Japanese cultural thing with Christianity being a minority religion or Oda just finding that some of the iconography, y’know. looks cool). There are also many other references to other religions e.g. hinduism, shintoism, buddhism, etc. Whether op forms of religion are the same as the real-world ones is debatable, and yes, Law being canonically raised as a devout catholic schoolboy with all the religious trauma associated with that is comical, but let’s take it all unironically for a hot minute. For fun. 

1. Flevance

Law’s birthplace (Flevance) is described as being, at one point, “a very wealthy country with an unearthly beauty about it, with pure white soil and plants, like some kind of snow kingdom in a fairy tale.” The country’s wealth came from the very bedrock it sits on — white lead, which could be used to make various high quality products like tableware, cosmetics, weapons etc. When the wider world heard about this everyone wanted a piece of Flevance (the World Government also getting involved with distribution), and very quickly white lead became a “bottomless well of money”. So, hooray. Law gets to grow up in a rich city in a big house with educated doctor parents and probably gets to go to private school on weekdays and festivals with his family on weekends. One problem. In their greed, the Government and royalty have been knowingly hiding the truth about this supposed goldmine from the beginning. White lead is a toxic poison. Mining it from the ground over the last century and putting it in so many everyday products has resulted in it accumulating in the citizens’ bodies and leading to amber lead sickness, shortening their life-span with each successive generation – with the children of Law’s generation fated to die out before they reach adulthood.

In the bible (especially in the old testament), God often inflicted these insanely disastrous events upon humanity, usually as some kind of punishment for their wrongdoings or as a test of their faith. Some events of which include (but are not limited to): famine, outbreaks of disease and natural disasters (e.g. hail, wildfire, earthquakes, floods). Historically, these stories played a key role in how humanity interpreted meaning from horrible disasters (e.g. assuming bubonic plague was sent as a punishment by god). Fire imagery is very common among these disasters as a representation for hell, which is clearly reflected in the destruction of Flevance.

Sometimes these disasters had sole survivors act as messengers for God. With that context, let’s put ourselves back in the shoes of a ten-year old Law. Raised religious, freshly traumatised from losing his home, his devout family, all the comforts of his life, and having the outside world completely abandon him, this kind of event is likely going to be processed as some form of divine punishment. Law stumbles through hell, finds all his dead classmates, and the last words of sister nun echo through to him here. Merciful and salvation are huge catholic buzzwords – promises of holy compassion, deliverance and hope – and all of it fire and smoke and riddled with bullet holes before him. A genocide funded, perpetuated and covered up by the same body Law was promised was there to save them. And the only reason Law hadn’t died with them was because he wanted to stay with his little sister Lami, who was on her deathbed, and his parents, who were themselves trying to help the afflicted citizens, Law’s own father (before he was shot and killed alongside his mother) begging for more doctors, fresh blood, anything the world can offer, and asking “Why doesn’t the government announce to everyone that white lead is not infectious?”

Oftentimes (and in the case of Law), when there’s a promise of heavenly intervention or some miracle that doesn’t follow through, it results in an ultimate feeling of betrayal and anger. Unfortunately a lot of Catholic teachings also use a lot of guilt, essentially teaching people that the bad things that happen to you are your fault and there needs to be some sort of penance (queue Law’s survivor’s guilt that carries on down the road). But also, if this was supposed to be some divine punishment, for what exactly? For the town being blinded by the incredible wealth they were sitting on? Being lied to? Continuing to extract their livelihood, ignorant of its dangers? Punishment for who? His parents? His innocent little sister? For ten year-old Law? These people who believed in God, who were good people? That’s fucking stupid. None of these people suffered and died for any reason at all — certainly not for a sacred one. God hadn’t saved a single one of them. Law had to crawl out of hell himself by sneaking over the border under a mound of corpses.

Given everything that happened here, Law has every reason to fall into nihilism, and you can see how his upbringing would’ve bred a lot of the feelings of guilt, anger and resentment that you still see in Law (which would suggest that though this is where he likely cuts ties with the religious/Catholic component of his faith, growing up with these teachings in his formative years would definitely influence underlying beliefs about how the world works, and how Law behaves and subconsciously processes information), but at the same time, there’s usually some form of redemption and changes to how these patterns of behaviour can be approached later down the line.

2. Corasan

Fresh off witnessing his whole world burning down around him, Law meets Corazon at the very bottom of this pit of self-destructive rage and unprocessed grief. Rosinante himself mentions to Sengoku that the hatred in Law at this time reminded him of his brother, but beyond the anger, harsh pessimism, vengefulness, I think you have to reach to find similarities between them. You can see some fragments of Doffy in Law down the line at times, with Law seeming to enjoy violence (especially against the navy, but given what they did to Flevance, it’s some well-deserved retribution for Law imo), but I’m not so sure it’s the cruelty so much as it is the high he gets off his own flavour of justice. Doctor’s Hippocratic oath maybe, but never once does Law like seeing others die (even at this point, he’s in tears next to a dead body, even though he’s the one holding the knife), and later on in Wano he makes it explicitly clear to Zoro that he’d rather see the mission fail than have any of them end up dead.  

Little Law wanted to destroy the world and everything in it, but thinking rationally, what other choice did this kid have? He had no remaining family, was doomed to die before he hit puberty due to a terminal illness, was perceived as an infectious subhuman that most doctors would’ve sooner tried to exterminate than help. To Law, the world had turned its back on him – considering him a monster for simply surviving. He has all this hatred and pain boiling away with him with no tangible target to direct it towards. And this is the first clear cut rejection of faith that we see in Law. Any concept of a merciful God had just died. What God would allow this? Why is Law alive (a question that he repeats to himself throughout his life), why are these scumbags alive, why is the world going on spinning as if nothing has happened when his whole world had gone up in flames, why does anyone at all get to be here when everything I loved is gone? And it’s far easier to fall into a despondent nihilistic stupor than it is to work through any of that, and what’s the point in trying to process and move on from it, when there’s no hope for a future for Law anyway? When the only thing waiting ahead is more pain? What was this, if not a punishment? He’s supposed to be some messenger for God? How about fuck God, or whatever entity that exists that made him suffer this. Law’s not going to be a messenger for shit, thanks, he’d rather be their monster, he’d rather watch the world burn.

Corazon survives Law’s stabbing and doesn’t rat the little shit out (to Law’s confusion). It’s business as usual for another two years, then, one day Rosinante overhears his true name - Trafalgar “D” Water Law, and everything changes. On the back of his own beliefs, Rosinante dedicates himself to making sure Law a) lives and b) doesn’t become his brother. Law’s relatively short six month stint with Corasan forms the basis of Law’s new creed going forward, and all it took was a bit of kindness, love and humanity when the rest of the world had abandoned him. In the end Rosinante doesn’t save Law for the will of D. and the storm he’s predicted to bring in the future (as Law suspects), but he certainly believes in it, and the strength of Corasan’s conviction transfers right over to Law when he forces the ope ope fruit down the kid’s throat to heal him, tells Law he loves him, then sacrifices himself to set Law free.

Law clings to that love he was given, he takes all these fundamental teachings and ways of thinking in regards to faith that were drilled into him during his youth, rejects the religion element and applies just about everything else to Corasan. He holds onto the last shreds of what Corasan leaves him with. Corasan becomes his “benefactor” (he gave my my heart), his saviour, his martyr. 

And the crazy thing is, Rosinante was never really this saint Law makes him out to be. Law hated the clutz when they first met (mostly on account of Corazon throwing him through a glass window down at least two stories and into a pile of scrap). Corazon initially showed nothing but contempt for his presence (to ward him and the other children away from the Donquixote family, but these are still extreme measures). And it wasn’t until after learning Law’s name that Rosinante dragged him kicking, crying and screaming from hospital to burning hospital (not very saintlike in of itself), even after Law begged him to stop. Rosinante became Law’s saviour partly because of his belief in the will of D., and probably due to some guilt being a Donquixote, but mostly because he has always had a bleeding heart and he pitied (and had very quickly come to love) this angry, sick, deeply lost little kid. All this to say that Law’s faith in Corasan – this saintlike figure Law upholds him as in the future and the lengths he’s willing to go to avenge him/fulfil Rosinante’s purpose reflects the strength of the absolute beliefs Law would’ve been raised with in regards to God.  

Whether it be out of survivor’s guilt (just one more body to heap on top of the Flevance pile), his love for Corasan, or for the sake of taking vengeance on the man that took away the one good thing he’d been able to regain in his miserable life, Law adopts Corasan’s will, the will of D. (which in of itself seems divine in nature), incorporates it into his new belief system, actively takes on the role of the divine punisher/justiciar and dedicates his life to bringing down Doflamingo.

3. Luffy

Catholicism dictates that the entirety of someone’s beliefs should be dedicated to one true cause (that cause being God) and expects people to ride on that, letting it carry them through life, give them hope, purpose, etc. But a lot of former Catholics choose instead to find that through something else. Corasan ignited the spark in Law’s faith around the will of D., but it’s not until he meets Luffy that this really becomes something that feels tangible and real for Law.

When Law saved Luffy in Marineford (putting the heart crew in danger for a stranger he met once), he said he did so “on a whim”, but that seems incredibly ooc for Law — this man that pretty much planned out how the rest of his life would go after the dust of Corasan’s death settled and he came to terms with the fact he wasn’t going to die at age thirteen like he’d originally thought. Circling back to the concept of Law being a sole survivor/messenger for God, it is interesting that Law is the one to seek out Luffy (given that Luffy is usually always the one either being abandoned by people or recruiting his crewmates), and Law is ultimately the catalyst for pulling him towards Dressrosa and Wano. There must be a REASON that led to Law deciding Luffy to be the most viable option out of the Worst Generation for an alliance (beyond blind trust in an unhinged captain that just so happens to also bear the initial D, and Luffy being one of the few captains crazy enough to go along with what Law was cooking up). 

Law undoubtedly would’ve kept a peripheral eye on Luffy for some time before officially meeting him due to him being a rising competitor pirate and another “D” (I imagine the news of his utterly insane exploits would’ve made good reading material, too). The first time Law lays eyes on Luffy in Sabaody though, he still blows all expectations out of the water — crashing headfirst into the crowd of a slave auction and immediately committing a felony against a member of the most powerful upper one percent.

The world nobles are at an “untouchable God” tier in terms of class standing and believe it’s only natural for them to be entitled to whatever and whoever they want in this world that’s beneath them – the same kind of self-aggrandizing false divinity that Law has a a lot of repressed rage towards and that the will of D. is fated to oppose, so this, understandably, is a highly compelling first encounter, but it’s really only an initiating factor for what ultimately draws Law to Luffy. From their very first meeting (and probably before then, in the news stories and rumours Law likely picked up on), it’s made abundantly clear that Luffy does what he wants without a second’s hesitation, no matter the consequences, simply because he feels it is the right thing to do. Some call this an iron will, Law would be more inclined to call it willful stupidity and trouble, but time after time Luffy somehow manages to pull off what Law would best describe as “miracles”. And Law believes the straw hats just might be the ones to drum up another one for him.

Luffy’s also got a lot of passing resemblances to Corasan going for him, e.g. inherently kind, compassionate liberators with big dumb hearts and wide goofy smiles in spite of everything they’ve been through, treating Law as nakama and saving his life despite his protests etc. All of which I’m sure Law hasn’t been completely unaffected by despite the high walls he puts up. And the more Law learned about Luffy the more it probably became clear that he is the antithesis to Doflamingo, i.e. what makes Luffy so goddamn dangerous and terrifying beyond his physical power is his ability to make friends with a simple kind of unconditional love that gets reciprocated enough so that these friends are willing to die for him.

Luffy agrees to the alliance, they successfully blow up Caesar’s base, and head off to Dressrosa. Now’s the time I should bring up that it’s taught in Catholicism that self sacrifice is the ultimate heavenly deed, and here Law is undoubtedly prepared to be a martyr for his cause. Law sends away his crew to Zou before Punk Hazard with the expectations that he’d never see them. He cultivates a fierce emotional detachment against Luffy’s willingness to bring him into the fold of the straw hats, and is resolute in that when the time comes, he will handle this himself, he will carry out Corasan’s will, and if he has to die for it, he will die with Corazon’s name plastered on his back. (Note here that Christianity is contradictory in that Law being this ready to die here is a sin, because revenge and suicide are highly discouraged, so you could say that by avenging and dying for his saviour, Law would be committing both the ultimate sacrifice and the ultimate sin).  

Things get very dicey for Law in Dressrosa, to put it lightly. Doflamingo reveals that he was a celestial dragon (linking back into the will of D. “enemy of the Gods” notion), puts Law on the backfoot and gives him a thorough beating before shooting Law with a couple dozen white lead bullets in front of Luffy (because even when he’s winning Doffy loves to be a cunt about it). By the time Doflamingo is cuffing Law to the heart seat, it’s all looking pretty grim, and it’s very apparent when Luffy shows up to save him, that he is ready to die. 

Law here has given up. He spent years planning his revenge for Corasan, but he lost, and he has very little left in the tank (physically, emotionally, spiritually). But Luffy doesn’t listen. Luffy who doesn’t think, doesn’t care, who trampled all over Law’s carefully laid out plan from the get-go and who is willing to take on Doflamingo single handedly for the simple slight that he dared to harm Luffy’s friend Law. Law will never find peace in his own demise because Luffy doesn’t do peaceful. He does loud and unashamed and open with no rhyme or reason other than the excruciatingly simply fact that he loves people and he thinks the people he loves deserve to have good lives. Luffy chucks Law over his shoulder and drags an injured Law across the city despite his protests (sound familiar?) and in the process inspires the fighting spirit in Law again.

When Law confronts Doflamingo again with Luffy in tow, Law’s faith in Luffy confounds him. The last Doflamingo remembers of Law is this beautifully moldable dark pit of grief and rage who’d given up on believing, period – who wanted the world destroyed. Not so long ago, Law had been a candidate for Doflamingo’s next protégé. Now?

THIS is the action (grinning, staring down the barrel of a gun, flipping Doffy off as he tells him in not so many words that he may kill Law but he will never beat Luffy), Law’s unshakeable faith in the face of his own death is what has Doflamingo realising he will never regain control of Law again – is what incites Doflamingo to go from breaking Law down so he can build him back up again, to conceding defeat and outright killing him. 

The trust that Luffy inspires in Law and the way he talks about Luffy (Luffy being this powerful, miracle-inducing liberator that Law can’t comprehend but follows anyway, Law laying down his hopes on him, weaponizing the will of D. to try and provoke fear from Doffy), is very reminiscent of the awe and faith talked about in scripture. Law discovers the feelings of comfort and hope that Catholicism was supposed to give him in Luffy, but Law’s belief in Luffy is a direct rejection of those teachings. Rejection by believing in a real life person as opposed to the divinity he was taught about. He’s also cementing his belief in the will of D., thus rejecting Doflamingo and all the people that embody the sort of “all powerful” divinity that he abhors (i.e. celestial dragons, Kaido, the Gorōsei/five elders) for the embodiment of hope and humanity. 

When Law survives (again), he expresses he’d rather see Luffy beat Doflamingo with his own eyes or die with Luffy if he loses than leave. Then he watches, after all this talk of miracles, looking up in reverence as Luffy delivers, bright as the sun, haloed by the bars of a cage that’s haunted him for over a decade, Corasan’s words echoing at the back of his mind. God had never saved or freed Law, but Corasan was there for him, the heart crew was there, Luffy was there. And this is Law’s biggest, clearest rejection of religion – this newfound faith in humanity. 

This faith in Luffy is put to the test again in Wano when Luffy is struck down by Kaido, but Law never truly stops believing that he’ll make a comeback. Even when the straw hats doubt whether he’s alive or not, something tells him Luffy’s not dead, and he holds onto that hope. 

We also have the whole nika/joyboy backstory which really only reinforces all of this imagery/god-fearing looks of awe from Law and this idea of Luffy who is this perfect juxtaposition of empathetic and kind to incredibly fearsome fire and brimstone fighter. And regardless of whether you’re into the ship or not this is the impetus of Law’s relationship with Luffy for me, because here’s Luffy who has every right to have a chip on his shoulder and be downtrodden about all the injustices against him, here’s this little guy who against all odds, in the darkest of places, embodies light and hope and kindness and proves to Law that there will be hard times but there IS a happy ending at the end of the tunnel, despite it all. And everytime Luffy rises to the insurmountable challenge and wins, it just further cements that the will of D. is alive, that Corasan was right, that there's something redeemable in Law, a reason why he was worth saving, even if Law doesn’t understand it quite yet. 

[majestick-posts-op]

My personal list for the top 10 hottest men in one piece

10) Killer.

Even with that mask he was still able to pull and the 50% of his bandaged covered face already showed us something beautiful.

9) Ace.

If we're talking about Alabasta Ace then he's a disgustingly hot bastard. He hasn't showered in 3 weeks and I love him. Wano Ace is a dead wife <3

8) Kuma

LOOK AT HIM I'M BEGGING YOU

7) Sabo

Unhinged type of hot. He has victorian gentleman drip but at the same time he'll take me with him to cause a revolution and while he looks at me with blood on his face and those blue eyes that stare into your soul I'll know he's the one.

6) Luffy

Wano did things...

Do I have to remind it to anyone?

5) Franky

You guys I am so envious of Robin actually. She gets a multifuntion cyborg husbands who shots lasers out of his nipples and cola from his ass. Peak masculinity.

4) Usopp

THE BESTETS OF BOYS, ACTUALLY

If only he wasn't whitewhashed :(

3) Yamato

Bold of him to keep his tits after coming out as a man. Definetly adds to the great completion.

2) Jimbei.

Was canonically refered to as handsome by Robin. Do I need to say more?

Honorable mentions:

Law (If he had more mushroom drip I would have added him)

Buggy (Didn't include him because the "man" part probably doesn't suit them entirely)

Corasan (More cute than hot but he's there)

Rayleigh (Aged like diamonds underpressure)

Penguin (He's so fine for what?? Drowning him??? I'm still pissed)

1) Brook.

Nothing needs to be said at all.

[kartoffelstern]

favorite flavor of delusional Law is when he disregards all the alarm bells in his head and walks right into Doffy's arms because god dammit, he's the closest thing to Cora and he just can't. let. go.

it's so wrong - it's so, so bad, Law KNOWS that - but he's so desperate and broken and at this point he loses all sense of self-preservation, he just wants Corasan back so badly & if he gives up on his grip on reality Doffy almost looks exactly like his brother…

of course Doffy uses that sick obsession Law has to his advantage grows out his hair just to make Law a little bit more vulnerable to his manipulation deepens his voice just a little more to make it resemble Cora and turn Law pliant after all, Doffy's always been good at spinning beautiful lies

[rosa-e-luna]

And now just them 🐯👒

I have this little story in my head that will never be written down but i want to share the scenes that appeared in my head as I was drawing this(or maybe I’ll make it if I ever finish the story I’m working on at the moment, highly doubt it) If anyone actually like this idea and does use it, send me a link I’d love to see what anyone creates! It’s choppy, many run on sentences, bad grammar more than likely misspelling but I just wanted to get these LawLu thoughts out of my head and share them with you all!// gets slightly suggestive there near the end if you know what i mean?

Read:

It’s just Law saving Luffy, healing him, then leaving him but despite saying he doesn’t fix people twice he comes back, for some reason Law can’t just leave, a week hasn’t passed but he tells his crew to turn the submarine around and back to Rusukaina, he uses the excuse that he came back to see Luffy’s chest injury and making sure that it’s being properly taken cared off so it doesn’t get an infection and die from it; it’s enough for Boa to let his crew stay until Luffy heals properly. Seeing Luffy, he uses the same excuse and the younger young man shrugs and says okay and thanks.

Law notices that he is healing properly, and despite training with Rayleigh it’s not about about physical strength, and while Luffy is off playfully chasing some large animals of the island the older pirate tell him, “He’s still struggling mentally, but he smiles and laughs, their honest and true. Most people wouldn’t be able to do that in such little time.”

Law knows this, but he doesn’t say anything to Rayleigh.

One thing that confirms the older pirates words of Luffy struggles are the redness and puffiness around the young pirates eyes.

It’s one of those sleepless nights for Law, he’s in his captain quarters, tossing and sighing, just thinking about the past and his future plans, about Corasan, he’s frustrated and he wants to have never have met Joker but then he wouldn’t have met Corasan, theres so much filling his thoughts, especially those two nights when he lost the people he cared about, then there hate for the marines, hate for Doflamingo and he wants to cry because they took everything from him. He doesn’t cry, it’s been a long time since he’s cried. Then comes the nagging, telling himself he’s wasting time, Mugiwara doesn’t need him, Law doesn’t need to be here. Law can easily wake everyone up and tell them to head out but he doesnt and it frustrates him so he goes out, walk into the island and tries to convince himself there’s something he needs to do here, it’s important and that the fresh air will clear his mind. So he walks, until he thinks he hears a sniff the sort of kind you do after crying and he find Luffy in a tree his back to him and it looks like he’s watching the moon and he’s sure Mugiwara knows he’s there but it takes a moment for the other to turn to him. When Luffy does look at him, Torao hold his breath because the moonlight that shines off Luffy’s golden skin makes him feel like he shouldn’t be allowed to see him, and he buries word beautiful deep into his mind. Law doesn’t have time for those thoughts, there’s no point in them. He thinks he sees tears in Luffy’s eyes as he looks down at him from where he sits but then Law blinks and Luffy is coming down, there’s no tears but his eyes are red.

Luffy ask’s him if he came to give him a check up, Law says no.

“Ah, so you’re also enjoying the moon?” The moon was nice but he doesn’t comment and Luffy just smiles at him and somehow they both just walk. It’s comfortable silence, Law appreciates it, he was never good with small talk but he finds himself speaking, asking Luffy ‘if he’s enjoying the moon’ but instead the words, “Do you cry a lot at night, since what happened?” Law freezes himself he has no idea why he asked that, they both stopped walking, he wasn’t one to care about others feelings if they weren’t part of his crew. If someone had asked, ‘hey do you cry at night?’ He’d punch them in the face, he’d think they were making fun of him. So when Mugiwara turns to look at him it happens so slowly, he braces himself for the punch but keeps his eyes open, he himself doesn’t raise a hand to cast ‘room’, in the back of his head he hears a voice say that he deserves to be punched.

It doesn’t come, Luffy doesn’t punch him instead he tilts his head and just looks at Law before a small smile appears on his lips, it’s a sad smile, it’s honest and he nods. There’s not one once of shame in his face that he’s letting Law know, a complete stranger that just on whim saved his life, Luffy doesn’t hide what he feels as he looks to the ground, “Yeah, I still can believe Ace is-.” He trails off but looks back up at Law with that sad smile, “I miss my nakama, too but I have to get stronger for them.” Luffy hums and then chuckles as if he remembered something, that laugh is so bubbly that Law doesn’t even notice the corners of his mouth turn slightly upwards as he asks what so funny? Luffy smiles, this time brighter and tells him about the one time Zoro and Sanji woke up face to face and how they were red, from there Luffy just went on and on about times of his crew, Usopp made-, Sanji’s food-, Chopper hides-,Robin said the scariest-, Franky is super-, Brooks so funny-, Nami gets mad at-, Zoro drank so much-. Law could put a face to the names he was saying, he knew of them because of the wanted posters but hearing all the unbelievable silly things was hard to imagine, they all were so serious during the fight at Sabaody, when he first saw them at the auction house they were so serious, but the most unbelievable one was Luffy. Law had admittedly gained respect for Luffy when he saw him punch the celestial dragon in the face, however hearing the stories he was saying the one that sounded unbelievably stupid was him. The conversation was one sided mostly at first but soon Law found himself asking ‘what happened after that’ when Luffy told him about the time he suddenly got hijacked by a giant seagull, this caused Luffy to laugh and act more animated as twisted his arms inhumanly to give Law more of a visual of how he brought it down on to the ship so Sanji could cook it. Law was comfortable with this kid and he hadn’t realize it because he wasnt one to trust someone so easily.

When Luffy yawns catching Laws attention, the older pirate tells him he should sleep and Luffy just huffs, “I know, but every time I do- I just- its bad- I feel lonely and I don’t like it. I sleep with my nakama, I like to cuddle, Chopper is so warm and despite how rough Zoro looks he super comfy to lay on, Sanji and Robin always brush my hair when I cuddle with them, Nami holds my hand and Usopp is super funny when he sleeps hugging me, Brook and Franky aren’t as comfortable but it’s nice and they sing to me. I just can’t sleep with out them, it’s hard being alone.” Law just stares, how can he say all this to him, so honestly tell him about the most vulnerable moments he has with his crew, it’s hard to imagine some of them actually be that vulnerable with anyone, “I don’t like sleeping alone, I know Ossan is there but it’s not the same he smells old.” Law can’t stop the snort that comes out of him and Luffy giggles looking proud that he made him laugh.

The next day, Law goes to where Luffy is training with the excuse that he’s going rebandage the large scar on Luffy’s chest,(also trying to convince himself that he is not wasting time and that he is needed here.) He arrives just when is complaining but Rayleigh cuts him off telling him today he should rest, that resting days are part of training but to always stay alert and with that Rayleigh says he’s going to explore the small island some more for another training spot and that Luffy has to stay here and rest. Old pirate leaves, Law notices Luffy looks in comfortable until Luffy sees him and he smiles, “Traf-To-fal- Torao!” Torao!? Law thinks at the nickname, he tries to correct him but to no avail. Law does a check up on Luffy, Luffy thanks him after the new bandages on his chest and Law just grunts. Is he needed here? He knows Luffy doesnt like to be alone from what he learned last night but is he okay with Law keeping him company? He feels awkward as Luffy just hums to himself and walks around in the area Rayleigh told him to stay at, stretches here and there to grab something to get a better view of something and Law just stands there awkwardly, he’s about to go when Bepo comes. Luffy saying he likes to cuddle when he sleeps crosses his mind when Laws eyes land on his bear, Bepo was warm, comfortable, Law always laid on him, he refused to think of it as cuddling but looking back at Mugiwara, Law just look at at Bepo and tells him to sit and rest against on of the trees around the area. Law’s mind brewing a plan to get Luffy to sleep on his laps because there’s no way he’s going to tell the other captain, ‘hey, you can’t sleep unless you cuddle? Then cuddle with me and Bepo.’ Yeah, no he ain’t gonna say that. He’s not doing this out of the kindness of his heart either, his not nice to strangers- but Luffy doesn’t feel like a stranger, he scratches the thought in his head, he can’t allow himself to open himself to more people. Especially not Luffy, he reminds him of him, of Corasan and he doesnt want to acknowledge it, not those thoughts. So he reasons that he’s only doing this to get the boy to sleep, so he can finally rest easy, he’s a doctor so it’s only natural for him to take care of his patient, sleeping helps with the healing he convinces himself. This is why he’s here, the patient need him to help him do a full recovery. Luffy needs him. Law swallows thickly at the thought, he likes to feel needed, that he’s not just a burden to others.

Law then sits laying back into Bepo, and the bear, law swears he hears him purr, Law knows how much the Mink like cuddling. He closes his eyes and waits, he knows he looks comfortable and has an idea of what Luffy likes so this was for sure going to tempt him. Law doesnt react when he hears sandals walk his direction, then shuffling that make him guess that the other sat on the ground in front of him and is eagerly scooting over.

“Hey,” Luffy’s voice comes in a whisper and Law opens his eyes. Suddenly he can feel heat in his face, his cheeks warm, his stomach feels weird, and his hands feel clammy. He hasn’t felt like this since he was sixteen since the night of his first time with a complete stranger. Luffy is on his hand and knees leaning towards him, looking curiously at him and Law’s thoughts can’t help themselves but imagine Luffy closer, lower, mouth open and inviting, back arching, then theres a more intense thoughts. Luffy crying not from pain, saying his name in that nasally voice, would he be loud or quiet? He’d like to see him soaked in the moonlight again, so many possibilities when one is made of rubber and so flexible-

“Hey.”

Law snaps out of it, then hears Bepo soft purring and mumbling behind him, it makes him feel shameful that he had such thoughts with a crew member so close to him. Law hasn’t had such thoughts in a long time, only has them on one night stands with strangers when he wants relief. “What,” he manages to say normally and he knows the words that are coming from Mugiwara but he wants to hear him ask something else instead but unfortunately Luffy asks him to move so he could lay on the ‘cool’ bear. Law repeats what? And his thoughts he had of Luffy before seem so shameful, so stupid because Luffy is asking him to move like a demanding childish brat as if Bepo is his and it irks Law so much because Luffy’s supposed to cuddle with him, lay his back against his chest and enjoy Bepos purring not push him aside so he could cuddle with Bepo himself. Law tells him no and Luffy pushes at him to move but Law doesn’t budge, Law grabs Luffy and manages to sit him on his laps, Luffy’s back to his chest and he wraps his arms around the other who’s still struggling and whining, really Law feels so shameful that he thought of someone so childish like that, he wanted to go crawl into the darkest corner of the Polar Tang and hide but the best he could do was hide his face into Luffy’s shoulder as the other struggled in his arms and kicked his legs loosing his sandals, he was sure he was blushing and hell as if he was going to let Luffy see that!

“Let go off me you weirdo! I want to lay on the bear!”

“Shut up, L-Mugiwara-ya. No one lays on Bepo.”

“Hah? But you’re laying on him!?”

“I’m his captain.”

“That’s not fair, the bear is so cool.”

Soon Luffy calm, Law and him stay quiet until Luffy laughs and taken by surprise Law looks over at Luffy and his smile is so bright but he’s crying, eyes red and but laughing so happily, “You’re so warm Torao! It feels nice to cuddle, I want to sleep like this!” Luffy’s tears clear up but his eyes are red still but he’s smiling and finally Lw notices he’s relaxed not as restless as before finally Mugiwara closes his eyes and sighs with a smile on his face and says, “I miss them, everyone. I can’t wait to see them again, I know I can’t see Ace anymore or Sabo but I’m going to get stronger and live because I still have my nakama and I’ll become pirate king.” Luffy keeps talking and Law just listens soon his words become mumbles and his head rolls back onto Law’s shoulder, Law realizes Luffy fell asleep and he hugs the other closer leaning his head more into Luffy.

How was Luffy able to be so full of life, how was he able to smile so honestly. He knew he couldn’t after his family and friends died, when Cora-San because of him, died protecting him and he blamed himself every day for it, some days were a bit easier to smile with his crew and the only will he had to live was to take down Doflamingo but after? Was he even going to survive that? What was there to look forward to?

“Mm, I love them so much, ‘gonna be stronger to protect them,” Luffy mumbled in his sleep.

Love. He wants to be loved too but love meant-

“Love, Captain- we love Captain too, we protect,” Bepo mumbled reacting to Luffy’s words.

Law knows he’s loved but love meant having a weakness and he couldn’t lose those important to him again, never again. Luffy suddenly laughs softly, words thick with sleep, “Yeah being loved is- nice, mm.”

He couldn’t stop the tears that fell down his face, Law felt so vulnerable but safe being surrounded by his navigator and the other captain, Bepo was so warm and despite Luffy being awkwardly gangly build he was very comfortable.

Law remembers the days with Cora-San, being cared for and loved.

“Law, I love you.” That goofy face will forever be engraved into Law’s brain

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‘Go farther..and farther..there is nothing to bing you down anymore, whether it’s the iron border barrier of the White Town, or a short life expectancy, nothing and no one will limit you. You are free now.’

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So, that’s it hope someone likes this, I just wanted it out of my head, I couldn’t allow myself to think of this anymore because I need to focus more on my Shattered fic! But thank you for your time and to anyone who read this.

[sashi-ya]

Hellooo!! Congrats for your 200 followers! I was wondering if you could do Corazon x fem with prompts #11 and #17?. I hope it’s ok with you! I love your bloggg!! Thank you in advance!! 💘

Hi!! OMG, Rosinante is like my most beloved husbando of all, I love him SO SO SO much T-T. And the kinks you chose are PERFECT for him!. It has fluff at the end, so I hope u enjoy!! ♥. Thanks so much for your request! 💖 ~

NSFW 🚫 ~ Donquixote Rosinante x F! Reader ~ Rape PLAY.

Kinks:

🌶 #11: Rape play - PREVIOUS MUTUAL CONSENT 🌶 #17: Rough sex

TW: NSFW. Rape play. Forced sex. Violent actions. Using devil fruit powers. It is a PLAY, both characters have given their consent previously. Yet, 🚫If you are not comfortable with this type of kinks and situations please DNI. Thanks ♥ 🚫

AU: Spider miles, before Law and Rosi went away in order to cure Law's disease. It has SPOILERS from Dressrosa Arc.

A/N: This has been my ultimate headcanon since I met Corasan back then when Dressrosa arc was out, so, consider this like a possible little one shot from a multichap fic I might or might not be writing ;).

I know it is a sensitive topic, so, If you feel bad or so reading it, please contact me, I'm not a professional in mental health but if you need to talk I'm here for you! ♥ ~

I was asked to put down this fic, unfortunately I can't make it private because TUMBLR won't allow it to. And I'm not gonna literally eliminate it because I have been asked in the worst ways possible, and IT IS A REQUEST. Plus there is enough warnings for you not to proceed reading them. So the most I can do is putting the content FULLY hidden under the cut.

Sitting on your usual spot, you hear Doflamingo babble about plans and who knows what for tomorrow. You and the whole “Donquixote Family” are set sailing tomorrow morning, so you only wish you could go to sleep in order not to look like a zombie the next morning… but they keep talking and talking... “Lord, shut the fuck up, Doffy”, you wish you could say to the bleached “master”.

You are fighting against your closing eyelids, when a loud noise is heard from the entrance, waking you up, leaving your heart beating fast. There are two possibilities, either Baby 5, Buffalo, baby Dellinger and Law are doing kid’s (terrible) stuff or -the most probable cause - Corazón.

Next to you lies over the floor a tall blond man completely soaked in tea. He had with him a cup of tea that now rests over his head. You are amazed by how clumsy he can be every time, yet you like him way more than his annoying brother.

“Corazón, bro… again?” asks Doflamingo while the clumsy blond with clown’s make up tries to stand up. You lend a hand to help him stand, and he flashes the most beautiful smile of the whole world. You try to suppress a giggle and smile kindly back at him. He soon leaves the meeting room, probably to change his clothes as he was wet with hot tea.

The meeting is over, and you call all the children to sleep. “Come on little brats, sleep time!”, you shout but they are still doing who knows what over the coast, so you decide to go and bring them inside. Especially that little creepy brat, Law, that should take his meds before bed.

The sea breeze hits your face, and the wind plays with some strands. You shout once again because the waves don’t let the kids hear you. “Oi, come on babies! Bedtime!!”.

Baby 5 comes running holding Dellinger, and behind her Buffalo and Law, who seems a little agitated about running over the sand. “Law, are you ok?”, you ask him. “Yes”, he answers with a subtle smile and walks away with the other children. “Poor thing, my little baby…”, you think and begin to walk back behind the kids.

Whenever you are about to enter the DDF quarters, you are snatched by your arm violently. “The fuck…?”, you shout, but instantly a big hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the side of the building. You try to scream, but you can’t. You try to escape, but you can’t… A big man is pinning you against metallic walls, it is dark, and the subtle moonlight is the only source of light. And even so, it’s not enough.

A tongue travels your neck, leaving it to shine from the saliva. Teeth biting the shell of your ears. A hand holding your wrists over your back. Muffled callings from help want to escape your mouth, but that huge hand won't allow them. You try to kick the abuser, but it’s impossible, he doubles you in height and strength.

“Shut up…”, a voice in your ear whispers, while you get pushed even more against the walls. You stop whining for a second, so the stranger takes his hand off your mouth, and squeezes your breasts.

He tears your blouse off, and you start screaming once again. This time, your abuser won't use his hands to shut you up, but instead you hear “Silento” and a finger snapping sound. Suddenly the sound of the waves crushing on the shore has stopped, the wind is no longer buzzing in your ears, everything is in silence.

“Corazón?” ...

“Scream as much as you want, no one is going to hear you”, he whispers, and places a kiss over your cheek. “Stop, let me go”, you beg.

“Not until I had fun with you, babe”.

Blonde locks and a maroon cloth heart fall over and tickle your shoulders. His huge fingers squeeze your cheeks turning your head to the side, where his lips meet your pouting mouth. “Mhh…” you whine painfully as he kisses, and licks your lips, letting the side of your mouth wet and with red lipstick stains smudge all over.

“Spread your legs for me”, he says, laughing devilishly and separating your legs with his right knee. He takes your hands up above your head, still holding them by the wrists. The feeling of a big member rubbing against your ass, pressing you, almost as if the clothes were inexistent somehow lit a little spark inside of you. Yet, tears running from the corners of your eyes, says otherwise.

“This little skirt you chose to wear today helps me out, amazingly”, he says as he slides his whole hand under the short black cloth that covers your butt. “Damn, you are so wet”, he tells you while dampening his fingers with your arousal. Fingers inside you with a beckoning motion that hits exactly where you like the most.

“Stop, stop, let me go!!”, you shout once again. Corazon pulls your head back by your hair and tells you “I’ve already told you; I will let you go once I get what I want from you. Now, stay still, I want to feel that little cunt”.

You hear his zipper go down, and you know exactly what that means. “NO, NO!” you shout once again. “Stay still”, he tells you once again, hitting your cheek against the wall, brutally.

The tip of his hard wet dick rubs over your entrance, menacing, threatening with an inevitable penetration. “Don’t….”, you try to beg him to stop once again, but it’s just too late. His length, -pretty big for you- stretches your walls as violently pounds into you. An aching moan leaves your mouth, and your hips unwillingly press themself onto Rosinante’s dick.

He fucks you mercilessly, hard, pounding aggressively and roughly into you. Your sex dripping wet, aroused, over the clouds. For some instants you tend to forget about this being forced onto you, and you simply let your body enjoy every little sensation of his hard member into you. Corazón bites your shoulder as he keeps fucking you, more and more, leaving you lipsticks stains even over your skin.

Suddenly he pulls off, you whine as your walls relax. But this is not over, because he turns you around and places a vicious lustful kiss. still holding you by your wrists. “Hold on”, he tells you, and takes off his gigantic feather coat, tossing it into the sand.

You are a mess, but you want more. Your legs tremble, you are sweating, your hair everywhere. “Come here”, he tells you and grabbing you by your waist pushes you to the ground over the coat.

You lie there, and even if you have the chance to escape, you just wait for his next move. Rosinante takes off his white jeans, almost tripping on himself. You giggle at the image, so he looks at you with a deep brownish piercing gaze, and you simply shut up. The blue makeup under his right eye is fully smudged like his red lipstick, the maroon hat has fallen aside on the sand, and his abundant blond hair is completely dishevelled. “What a man”, you think to yourself.

He quickly pounces over you, tripping one more time. He crushes your whole body, but you don’t mind, you love to feel his warm body against yours… Corazon puts his two strong -marine- arms on each side of your head and penetrates you again. This time you are able to enjoy his facial expressions bathed by the moonshine of the beach. You love that expression he makes when he penetrates you, so, even the pleasure forces you to close your eyes, you won’t do it. You are turned on so much more over his moaning face, you wouldn’t ever lose the chance to enjoy it.

While he keeps fucking you, you unbutton his heart patterned shirt to reveal that lean chest, and once you help him to take it off, you cross your legs behind his back. Your body pressed, and the undeniable arrival of climax hits both of you. You moan in his ear, while his hand rests over your head, grabbing your hair.

Soon, both of you let go into ecstasy, cumming hard. You get filled by his pulsating member, enjoying the sweet feeling of the warm product of his orgasm.

“I love you, babe. Did I hurt you? Was it good? Do you like it?”, he asks, worried. Your husband who does everything for you, has listened to that little fantasy you once told him to try, and he tried hard to accomplish it for you. “I loved it babe, gosh, you did it so well. I told you we could use your devil fruit for more fun stuff…”, you tell him, biting your lip.

Both of you rest for a few minutes over the blue feather coat, until you remember little Law should take his meds. “Babe, Law…”, you tell him, brushing your hand over his chest. “Oh God, yes”, he says, and you quickly start dressing up.

Even though the “Family” knows you two are a married couple, they don’t really know your true identities. Law knows about it, though, and you two are like his parents. Soon the three of you would run away from there, but since then you should act normal…

Corazon and you head to Law’s room, and find a little note over his desk in between several medicine books… “I’ve taken my meds already, gone to sleep. Love u Y/N, love u Cora-san” ...

Cora-san and you kiss the little brat and tuck him into bed so he could be all snuggled up, leave the room and head to yours. “Thanks for this family, babe”, Rosinante whispers into your ear while hugging you in bed.

“Thanks to you, my beloved husband” ... ♥ ~

[madlymiho]

Hi!!! It’s me again! I’m so excited for this. And I’m here this time to fulfilled my from the last time!!! So would it’s be ok for you to make a scenario of NSFW fem!s/o with corason💕💕💕 like she was trying to take a bath with our little cute Law but he strongly refused(of-cause). So she took a bath later alone but then Corasan came in.....💕💕💕

Hello there... It seems someone is naughty?? 👀😉 Oooh darling, that was a pleasure to come back to my writing schedule with that tender and hot lemon thing! ~

Hope this will suit youuuuu ~ 🧡

Warning : NSFW

Words: 2180

Corazon Scenario : A moment with you (read after the cut)

“Name, are you in there?” He wishes he could say loudly. 

She has been missing for a little while. She didn’t show up to dinner, despite the general order to gather whenever they have a free time to share a moment all together. Corazon looked her empty chair with concerned eyes ; it’s not in her habit to miss that kind of moment. After some investigation, he also discovered that Law refused to bath today. The young boy gasped that it would be gross to have a shower with a grown-up, and since Corazon knows pretty much what kind of mother-like affection she has for him, he was sure that Law was mentioning you in his long speech about what an adult should or shouldn’t do with a kid. So when everyone left for their regular occupations, he quickly rushed to the bathroom and knocked on the door. 

When Corazon is finally there, waiting for an answer coming from inside, he makes sure that no one around is there to hear him ; after all, all the Donquixote’s family, except Law and her, doesn’t know about his secret. When he’s certain that the corridor his empty, he clicks his fingers, creating an invisible bubble to cover his voice, hoping that despite the wall, she would hear him.

“Name?” He tries again, unsure. 

He puts his ear against the door and eventually hears some quiet splashing coming from inside, but no one is inviting him in. Slowly, as he clears his throat, he opens the door. He immediately smiles, noticing her sleeping face in her bubble bath, eyes shut, and breathing heavy. He enters and closes the door behind him, making sure that he’s not too noisy ; he doesn’t want to wake her up from her well deserved nap. Yet, he can’t help but let his stare wandering on her body, her soft and appetizing curves hidden under the milky water as a silent invitation for him to come closer. It’s enough to give him a naughty idea ; after all, the two of them need your moments, from time to time, and it’s the perfect occasion. 

Quickly, Corazon gets rid of his entire pieces of clothing, putting them on a chair, perfectly aware that two bodies in a bathtub could make some good damages in the room. Naked, he crosses the distance between him and the tub. He almost slips on the floor once or twice, biting his bottom lip not to let lose a powerful gasp. Fortunately, it seems that she’s too heavily asleep to notice his everlasting clumsiness. Eventually, Corazon digs into the tepid water, placing himself behind her, his large hand fondling her belly. He feels that her skin reacts to his presence, covered in goosebumps, perhaps also because it’s a bit chilly inside the tub now. Carefully, his extends his large hand to reach the tap, purring hot water to warm the bath. 

“Mmmh…” She moves slowly, cracking on eye open to look up and notice that she’s not alone anymore. “Cora?” 

“Hello there…,” he answers with his eternal reassuring smile, dropping a tender kiss on her nose. “Seems like someone was too tired to join us for dinner.” 

His voice, husky, but soft like honey, makes her shiver from the top of her head to her tiptoes. She nods, her fingers brushing his forearm.

“Law didn’t want to bath with me earlier, so I waited to have some calm to wash myself, and… Well.” She shrugs, and presses her head against his large torso. “Did you miss me?” 

He chuckles, his free hand brushing her jawline, his thumb coming up to wander on her upper lip for a moment. 

“I miss you all the time when you’re not around, Name.” 

Somehow, his voice sounds deeper, urgent. She blinks for a second, her irises meeting his brown eyes, ; it’s enough to sets her mind on fire. Slowly, she moves, putting herself on her knees as she faces him, revealing her naked breasts, the soap lazily slipping on her wet skin, her bottom remaining the only part of her covered by the water. Corazon hums, his stare following her features, until both of their eyes meet again, this time, the same lusty spark gleaming in the back of them. He clicks his fingers again, her stare already telling him that she understands what he just meant with this particular gesture. 

“Cora…” She whispers with a desperate voice, feeling his hand sliding down on her neck, until he grabs her nape and pulls her into a tender kiss. 

One hand resting on her hip, the other one maintaining her neck, Corazon kisses her hungrily, opening his mouth to feel her tongue and dance with it. He feels all his blood suddenly boiling inside his veins, her presence alarming every of his sense. He needs her. Cruelly. He wants to feel everything from her, but he also knows that he needs to remain careful, and not too hurry. She’s not that tall, she can’t stretch herself to the infinite despite what she’s sometimes assuring… She needs to be prepared for him, and for that, Corazon has always been the most patient man in the world. So with his everlasting easy pace, his hand resting on her hip moves and comes between her legs, tenderly massaging her core. 

“Cora… God…” She desperately breathes as she parts her lips, her fingers catching his wrist to escort his movements. 

He smiles and hides his face in the crook of her neck, his thumb pressed against her clit, two fingers brushing her entrance. He knows exactly where to find her weak spot in her neck, that sensitive part on her skin that makes her shiver strongly. She makes a step forward, her legs slightly quivering, her fingers playing with his golden and messy locks. He abandons her neck for a second, looking up to see the ravages on her features, and the beautiful complexion created by her pleasure. She smiles, her mouth slightly opens, as she slides her fingers against his cheek to erase his makeup. He lets her reveal his real identity, forgetting everything about Corazon, his role and his mission, his digits still tenderly preparing her core, massaging her clit, until she entirely gets rid of his makeup. 

“You look so pure…” She whispers, gazing at his features. “An angel…” 

“Am I really that pure, to make you feel this way?” He growls with a little smirk, his fingers suddenly entering inside her core, his mouth sucking on her nipple. 

She trembles hard, so hard that she almost falls in the bathtub, her fingernails scratching his shoulders, Corazon’s pace increasing on her clit. He knows exactly how to make her feel good, so loved. He starts to scissor his slender digits inside of her, his free hand cupping her breast, his tongue expertly teasing her pointing nipple. He seems to be everywhere, and before she can control herself, she bursts into a deep and intense orgasm, her core twitching around his fingers, as he stills coming in and out of her pussy. 

“I like when you’re noisy like this…” He blushes furiously, realising her nipple in a wet pop. “I’m so lucky…”

He gently puts pressure on her hips, forcing her to turn around, his mouth travelling a little while on her back, his hands playing with her breasts. 

“What are your intentions?” She asks almost innocently, before she feels the pressure of his hands back on her hips. 

“Sit on my lap.” He orders tenderly, the both of them placing themselves in the tub. 

Once she’s secured on his lap, he rolls an arm around her shoulders, her back resting against his torso, his other hand parting her legs. More quickly than before, he slides three fingers in, his teeth nibbling her earlobe, before she turns her head to kiss him desperately. He opens her for a moment, too afraid to speed up their intercourse and hurts her with his massive cock. But Corazon feels that she wants more. She’s almost grinding on his hard cock, the head of it sometimes bumping against her entrance. Corazon parts their lips and looks at her. 

“You want it?” He questions with a husky voice, before he licks the tip of her nose. “I can stop if you don’t want to go any further, I know it’s late and you were already asleep…” 

“Of course I want it, idiot…” She blushes hard, her fingers brushing his hand down there. 

Corazon only growls, quickly grabbing his cock to guide it against her entrance, pushing on his hips to adjust their position, and eventually penetrate her. Despite the water, she’s perfectly wet, and it takes less than a second for him to enter her fully. He hums, nibbling her neck, her narrowness always so overwhelming for him. He starts to thrust, first adopting an easy pace, one hand grabbing her thigh to keep them apart, the other one playing with her nipples. She breathes heavily, eyes closed, always looking for his neck or his jaw to kiss it, encouraging to increase his pace with soft and comfortable moans. He has never hurt her before, but she feels terribly full with his cock, and she knows it’s better to keep it slow until she’s entirely ready.

“More…” She finally groans, the water waving dangerously inside the tub. 

Corazon doesn’t answer, he only slides his other hand under her other thigh, his thrust becoming slightly faster, and also harder. He almost slightly lifts her up, her position not allowing her to do anything but feel him. Each time, he buries himself entirely, his balls slapping lazily against her rear. Overwhelmed by the many feeling inside of his mind, Corazon starts to take her more wildly, her back entirely pressed against his torso, and she can do nothing but suffer from his hard yet careful thrusts. 

“Yes…!” She cries, eyebrows furrowed, the water now sliding out of the tub, as Corazon sucks on her neck, increasing his pace. 

“You’re getting dry…” He growls, the conditions of their intercourse drying out her natural fluids. 

He suddenly moves and pushes her belly against the tub, exposing both of her core and rear, her hands grabbing the edge of it, his own palms resting on her hips as he kneels behind her. He rocks his hips harder, ignoring all the mess they’re creating because of their movements, her moans echoing hard inside the protected room ; with Corazon’s power, no one can hear her anyway. He takes her harder, and harder, his balls slapping against her skin, filling the room with lusty noises. She clenches her fingers on the tub, unable to think straight anymore. Corazon is large and long, and the way he’s taking her makes her lose her mind. 

“Rosinante!” She whimpers when she feels his slender fingers coming again between her legs, teasing her swollen clit shamelessly. “I can’t…” 

“Trust me…” He groans adorably, his eyes gazing at her wonderful wet body. 

He pinches it with tender and harmless gestures, perfectly aware of her sensitiveness down there. As he keeps sliding in and out of her core, he also massages her nub, her skin covered in goosebumps. She suddenly bites her bottom lip, and Corazon can perfectly feels her core getting narrower, literally sucking him inside.

“Your walls are squeezing me so hard!” He cries, kissing her neck, abandoning her over-stimulated clit to cup her breasts. 

“You’re so big… It’s so good…” She can only stutter, her eyes still closed, as she’s riding out her second orgasm, her hips naturally escorting his movements. 

It’s enough for Corazon to lose the battle against his own excitement. In a long growl, he bursts inside of her, long spurts of his seed plastering her insides, his breathing and his heartbeat erratic. He gives her a few thrusts for a moment, before he stops his gestures, catching his breath. Carefully, he pulls out, leading her back into the warm tub, hugging her body tightly. She hums, hiding her nose in the crook of his neck, her fingers tenderly brushing his skin. 

“I love you…” She whispers, placing a soft kiss on his wet flesh. “So much.” 

He smiles, feeling his heart swelling with the best feeling in the world. He presses his lips on her forehead, squeezing her body slightly more against his torso. 

“I love you even more.” 

She exhales, and then looks around. Indeed, the bathroom is an absolute chaos, soap, bubbles and water spreading on the floor. She giggles and shakes her head, massaging her eyelids for a moment. 

“It’s such a mess, here…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Corazon shrugs and smooshes her wet hair with tender kisses. “We’ll clean up later. Now, you just have to hug me.” 

[amzee-j]

When something hurts you so bad but it's too beautiful to let go.

尤那/赤羽

[travvymiku]

mother love

[travvymiku]

no words.

[kartoffelstern]

been brainstorming with my friend some more:

oh, that would be absolutely devilish

Law wouldn't be able to fight back AT ALL. just seeing Cora - his dear, sweet Corasan - silently attack him with no mercy would break his already damaged heart completely.

"Corasan, is that really you...? I missed you so much..."

Law knows it's a fake because Corazon has long since been dead, but...isn't it so easy to fall for a beautiful lie?

(No, it's just one of Doflamingo's ways to trick him, he knows that the real Corazon would never attack him...and yet Law STILL can't attack that clone, not if it so cruelly wears that same face of the one he loves above all...)

as for why Doffy ended up not doing that in Dressrosa - he's like a cat that wants to play with its prey some more before devouring it and since he knows that Law wouldn't be able to put up a fight against a Corazon clone, he decided against it - it would be waaaay too boring after all

(of course, anything's possible in AUs though...)

what if Doffy conjured a string clone of Corazon and made it fight Law...