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merbear25 · 2 days ago

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Unpacking what's been piling up (Corazon, Law, Kid, Caesar)

With everything that’s happened and you not being given the appropriate amount of time to process, giving yourself just that was going to be a long journey. Noticing the weight you’d been carrying and how it’d been draining you, he was there to offer you what you needed most.

a/n: just something to help me deal with things with a random mix of op men.

Corazon, Law, Kid, Caesar

CW: SFW, gn!reader, drabble, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, light cursing in Kid’s

Corazon: The state he found you in wasn’t how you wanted to start the conversation, but perhaps him seeing you with your broken heart was for the best—nothing could have made that moment more vulnerable. Not needing the context, he went to comfort you.

“What’s happened? Are you hurt?” Concern dripped from his lips. When you turned to him, there was no stopping the tears from flowing.

At first he couldn’t make out what you were saying, you choked on your words each time you attempted to talk.

He held you against him and stroked your hair as you tried to collect yourself. “Take your time. Don’t rush yourself. I’m not going anywhere.” Giving you that meant more than he may ever realize.

After allowing yourself that much needed time, you poured your heart out. “Why did they invite me if they were just going to ignore me? I don’t understand… did they just want to hurt me?” There was no contest when dealing with heartache, whether it was from a lover, family member, or friend that pain struck the core.

His brow furrowed as he recalled similar treatment you faced in the past. The reason as to why you had such misfortune would never justify what you were going through. Seeing you break down after opening yourself to a friendship that turned out to be one-sided tore him apart. He wanted to help you understand that their cruelty was not your weight to bear.

“I don’t know why, sweetheart, but they’re the ones with the problem, not you.” His voice was teetering on the edge of shared sorrow, trying to restrain himself so that he could be your rock.

“You’ll find friends—real friends.” He placed a firm kiss on the top of your head. “I promise you will.”

“What if I can’t? I don’t know if I can handle much more of this, Rosi…” He could feel his heart shattering at your words. How could he not have noticed the extent of this? He felt terrible because here you were all this time alone and afraid.

“Oh, my sweet, you deserve so much more than what you’ve been dealt. I know life can be cruel, believe me, but it isn’t all bad or all good. It simply is. There is a light to the darkness you’ve faced, trust me. I’ve seen it for myself.” The words just kept coming, hoping that there could be something for you to cling to for support. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure if anything he was doing or saying was the right thing. He just wanted you to know there was a chance at happiness.

“I just want the pain to stop… It hurts so much.” You choked out those last words. It felt like the pain would never end.

“It will, and I’ll be here to help every step of the way.” Cuddling you close, the warmth he gave you seemed like the only beacon of hope that there were others like him who could care about you like he could.

Law: After experiencing a loss, you went into an emotional tailspin. At times you found yourself in the eye of the storm, a false sense of calmness that would undoubtedly end. These gale force winds felt like they had no way out. There was so much you wanted to say to them, but no chance of allowing yourself to do so.

“It’s so unfair!” Seething through your teeth was the emotion you’d been reluctant to let loose.

Those words rang true for him. He watched you pacing back and forth to the point you could’ve created a rut in the floor. The anger of pained hurt and betrayal you were experiencing, it was everything he could sympathize with. An unfair world that picked and preyed on those most vulnerable, and yet you were still here fighting the odds stacked against you.

There was something refreshing about seeing this side of you. It was as if all those layers were being peeled back. He watched you let out the steam that was searing your flesh.

“I feel like everything was taken from me, and they’re not even around anymore to apologize for it, to… to yell and scream at. They’re just gone.”

The fury streamed down your cheeks at knowing you’d never get that confrontation you deserved. Cooled from the iced mourning for the relationship you needed but never received, your next words were teased on your trembling lips. With the flood of animosity being swept away by grief, Law finally came to your side.

You knew he of all people would understand the depth of the waters you were drowning in. His arms tightened around you, acting as the life preserver in the rising tides. Gripping onto you more tightly, his own afflictions of the past were being brought out.

“It is unfair; you’re right.” He didn’t know what else to say other than everything you were feeling was justified. You had every right to be angry. “But you’re still here.” Such a simple observation at a glance that burrowed deep beneath surface level.

You could live the life you deserved. As he kept you close, all the rage from before twisted into the grief of what should have been. There was no changing the past, only the future you wanted for yourself.

While he held you against him, there was no stopping the second wave of tears. “Why was it so hard for them to love me?” You buried your face in his chest and cried to your heart’s content.

Although he wasn’t one to express himself freely, he was still capable of being there when you needed him most. More than just a shoulder to cry on, he cared for you more than you ever thought someone could.

“They didn’t deserve you,” he mumbled. If he could, he would take away all the pain you’d been carrying, instead he would be the one giving you the support you were void of for all those years. “You can be happy and be loved in spite of them.”

Kid: He was in the spirit to wreck something. To be fair, there weren’t many times he wasn’t in the mood to do that. Pissed off and looking for a target, many nearby scurried out of his line of fire. Your soft cries were muffled from behind the door, but Kid’s ears tuned in without any problems.

Marching up to the door, he pounded on it without thinking. “What are you crying about this time?” His unchecked rage pulled out your own.

You swung open the door and matched his energy. “Can’t you take a second to think before you act?” Your eyes were slightly reddened and puffy from the long hours of sobbing. He was caught off guard for a moment, but he wasn’t going to let your retaliation slide so easily.

“It’s not like I have much time to think when all I hear are your cries about this or that!” That stung just as he intended.

“What is your problem? No matter what your first reaction to anything is to punch or kill it!” You tried slamming the door in his face, but he slapped his hand to it to stop you.

“Well, maybe you should take a page out of my book? You’re angry, just be angry for once instead of hiding away in your room.” He was right—you were infuriated and with no real outlet, you had reduced yourself to forcing down any real chance at change.

“Fine!” You barged past him and hurried to the rotten tree trunks nearby. Following behind you, he felt like this was the push both of you needed: a place to unleash everything that was eating away at you.

“Go on then! Think of everyone that did you wrong and let go!” He shouted at you from behind. You grabbed an axe and let out a scream as you drove the blade down. When the stump split in half, you could hear his booming laugh cheering you on. Even though there were things about him that drove you mad, he knew how to push you.

Without warning, he charged up to your side and blasted a punch through a tall tree. The force behind it sent shock waves to the surrounding areas. He turned to you in a huff: his face red and sweaty, his sadistic smile from the physical exertion, and the panting from the thrill.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded and smiled back at him. “Yeah, it does!” Going to the next stump, he stopped you.

“Don’t waste your energy on pure adrenaline. You gotta concentrate it. Think of someone who did you so dirty, someone who you despise more than anyone else.” He watched you intently, seeing those gears turn in you as you envisioned that special person made him proud that you were finally taking some of his ideas seriously. “Got it?”

“Yeah.” You gripped the handle harder and your breathing became labored as all that hatred bubbled within you.

“Let fucking loose!”

With a power cry of rage, you threw that sharpened blade straight through the center of the rotten stump. Gritted teeth, tingles of pain prickling through your arms: you could feel every ounce of your distress being taken away. Steadying yourself, you took a moment to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He came over to you and placed his hand on your waist to pull you close.

“Yeah, actually… Who knew you could give good advice?” Your teasing words made his cheeks flush a bright red.

“I always have good ideas! You just need to pay more attention.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed while you headed back with him.

Caesar: Humming to himself, he was absentmindedly wandering the halls in search of you. The good mood he was in caused the typically ominous clouds of gas to morph into lighter puffs. Finally finding you, he perked up at the sight. Your back was turned to him, blinding him to the pain you were carrying.

“I’ve been thinking, we should celebrate.” When you didn’t immediately ask what the occasion was, his eyes narrowed but he continued cheerfully. “You might be wondering why, but what other reason do we need than my overwhelming achievements.”

He couldn’t resist chuckling at his own idea for self-indulgence, but when you didn’t match his enthusiasm, the joy on his face fell. He nearly shouted to get your attention, but the sniffle and quick wipe at your cheek stopped him.

Oh, you were crying… he grimaced slightly at the displeasure of not exactly perfecting being able to comfort someone, but he knew he couldn’t just leave you there. However, he had many masks, so putting one on in order to approach you would suffice.

“Oh, my dear, what’s got you so down?” As he got a closer look at you, the genuine pain in your expression nearly caused that mask to crack.

“Just being tormented by the past more often than usual today.” You didn’t spill your guts to him immediately because you understood him well enough to know emotions weren't his strong suit.

He smirked slightly. “Is that all? What a silly thing to be upset about.” There was a hint of relief in his voice.

“What do you mean ‘is that all’? And it doesn’t feel ‘silly’ to me.” Just once you wanted him to be able to sympathize with you like any other person.

Standing idly by your side, his eyes casted down on you. There wasn’t any judgement in his gaze, though. You hadn’t really shown any frustration towards him before; it felt as if he was chipping away to the core of you. With a light sigh, he pulled up a chair next to you. His back was to the table and he propped himself up by his arms. He crossed his legs as he mulled over his own bitter past.

“You know, the past has long since died. All that anger and hatred can only live if its host allows it to.” The nonchalant tone carried itself to you easily.

Turning to him, your tears halted and your heartbeat was growing steady. “But how am I supposed to kill off these parasites?”

He smiled to himself. “There’s no one way, actually. But, if you don’t do anything, then you’ll just rot in the past.” Perhaps those words weren’t just meant for you. Self-reflection wasn’t something he was used to, but being around you had him doing it more and more often.

Shaking his head as if to rattle out those emotions peeking through, he gently patted your leg before getting up. “Well, I’m going to celebrate. You’re free to join me, of course.”

While you watched him go towards the door, a smile twitched at your lips. You went to follow him, your first step towards leaving the past behind you.

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