An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 14/?
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante/Original Character(s), Corazon/OC
Characters: Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante, Sengoku the Buddha, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Characters, Donquixote Doflamingo, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Pirates
Additional Tags: Romance, Action/Adventure, Action, Action & Romance, Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Pirates, Mercenaries, Black Markets, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama, Humor, Clumsiness, lots and lots of clumsiness, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Partners to Lovers, Corazon is too good for this world, he deserves to have nice things, even if only for a little while
Summary: Donquixote Rocinante cut his teeth on a number of undercover missions before ultimately infiltrating Doflamingo's crew as 'Corazon.' During one such mission, while secretly hoping to find out more information on his estranged brother's whereabouts, he enters a black market organization by the name of the Blackburn Syndicate...but along the way he stumbles into something far more precious than any one piece of information could be.
Aylin didn't see why she had to get stuck with the task of showing the new guy around; she had books to tend to, not to mention the job of contacting one of their clients about the shipment that was now late...it was probably going to be a long night, she surmised. Not that she had anything else to do. Still, most of her superiors were away on business at the moment and those who remained had ever so graciously delegated the duty of dealing with the newbie to her.
She sighed, arms crossed as she leaned against the cool brick building by the docks. Their trade masqueraded as a shoe factory on Agora Island; she imagined the unsuspecting town of Penndel wouldn't take kindly to the knowledge that deep beneath the immense, otherwise uninteresting structure sat a vast and complex underground operation known as the Blackburn Syndicate.
It was one of the most infamous and successful black market organizations of its time. Due to the protection of the island offered by the great pirate Whitebeard, the marines didn't dare to approach it for investigation. The Syndicate's leader had also been very clever to evade apprehension throughout the years. Even to this day, their identity remained a mystery.
The redhead found herself wondering if perhaps the new guy had gotten lost. Could it be that he'd changed his mind and wasn't coming? She wouldn't blame him for that; her line of work could be rough and certainly was not for everyone. It was a risky, often times demanding business, and with decidedly unpleasant company at that.
Five more minutes passed. She was about to give up and go back inside when she noticed a particularly tall figure divert from the main flow of people on the busy streets in the distance, heading down the cobblestone walkway in her direction.
'That must be the guy,' she thought to herself as she watched him saunter coolly down the path, casually smoking a cigarette...until he somehow lost his footing and unceremoniously fell flat on his back. Aylin groaned inwardly, 'Don't let this be the guy...'
