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Law tires bottoming with Cora and his proportionally sized cock. (E for the sex scene this fic is) Law POV: 989 words
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“Mn, Cora-san, you can add another finger, just-“ Law cut off mid-sentence as a shiver of pleasure rolled up his spine. “Hah, just use more lube this time?”
Cora hummed, fumbling for the bottle. He found it after a few long seconds of searching, only for the bottle to slip out of Cora’s grip and hit him in the face.
Law held in a smile as Cora cursed, flailing to catch the slippery bottle. When he finally got the bottle open, he poured an over-generous amount onto his hand.
“Just a sec,” he said, and Law almost whined out loud as Cora slid all three of his fingers out.
They were quickly added back, Law’s rim spasming as it begged for Cora to fill it. Law moaned in spite of himself as Cora’s fourth finger slipped past his rim, walls squeezing reflexively as he tried to pull Cora deeper.
Cora’s cock was tenting the front of his shorts, the wet spot drawing Law’s eyes. He swallowed hungrily, legs flexing as he tried to pump Cora’s fingers in and out.
He knew they had to go slow, knew if he tried to stuff Cora’s cock inside of himself in one go, his vagus nerve to object to the point of syncope. Law wanted Cora to fuck him immediately anyway.
Cora was gentle as he stretched Law open, fingers brushing against his prostate. Never enough pressure to tip him over the edge, only enough to tease. Law wanted more.
He shivered, hands flexing on Cora’s shoulders. His legs were starting to burn from kneeling over Cora’s lap, but the prospect that he’d get to sink down onto Cora was a balm. Just a little more.
Law’s own cock was jumping against his torso, dripping with precome as Cora worked him wide. He was holding Law steady with his other hand, a gentle pressure on Law’s hip.
“Cora,” Law panted, unable to keep himself from rocking onto his fingers. “More.”
“You’re ready?” Cora asked, sounding just as breathless as Law.
If four fingers wasn’t enough, Law was going to use his Op Op fruit for evil. Getting rid of his gag reflex had been pretty simple, once he’d known what he was doing. This would be no different.
Law shifted his hips, hungry for stimulation, trying to keep the limits of his body in mind. He nodded eagerly.
“Just-mnnn-just use more lube,” he said, mind already starting to fuzzy at the edges.
Cora pulled him into a kiss, swallowing down Law’s whines as he slid his fingers out. Law felt puffy and loose; he was sure he could take it. He squirmed on Cora’s lap, impatient for him to slide his shorts down and free his cock. Law licked his lips, watching Cora fumble for the lube. Cora moaned as he worked the lube over the fat head and shaft of his cock.
Law’s hips twitched forward, hungry for Cora to fill him. Cora pulled Law to a better angle, the blunt, slick head of his cock sliding against Law’s hole. Law bit his lip, eager for Cora to push inside.
As soon as the head of Cora’s cock breached Law’s rim, he realized his mistake.
Cora-san was huge.
Law gasped as it popped past his stretched rim, that pain mixing with the pleasure of Cora filling him. He wanted to beg Cora for more, even while he had to focus on relaxing to let more of Cora’s cock inside of him.
Until this point, Cora had been doing excellent at following the directions Law gave. Now, as he felt Cora slowly slide deeper, it was all Law could do not to beg him for more.
Law’s self-control was hanging by a thread. He wanted nothing more than for Cora to take him, push him down onto the bed and fuck into him. If he asked for that, Law knew he wouldn’t be able to take the girth of the cock splitting him in two.
He leaned forward and sank his teeth into Cora’s neck, not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to try and ground himself. Cora gasped, his hips stuttering upwards, sliding his cock deeper. It was more than Law could take and it wasn’t nearly enough. Cora was just below Law’s prostate and the promise of sensation was starting to drive him to distraction. Cora’s hands flew to Law’s hips, hoping to keep him still.
It was a good thing he did, because Law was starting to sink beneath the need to spear himself completely.
“Law,” he panted, “Fuck, not so fast.”
Law tried to content himself with biting and sucking along Cora’s neck, letting his walls get used to the cock inside of him. He also tried to keep himself from rocking down too far, but it was mostly Cora keeping him in place. The warmth of his hands on Law’s hips, the feeling of him gripping and moving him so easily wasn’t helping Law’s control.
Then Cora’s hand, still a little slick with lube, lost it’s hold and Law sunk several inches lower. Law gasped as the movement stretched his sore rim almost past the point of endurance. A flash of heat, shot through his as his nervous system started to panic.
Law squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on breathing and relaxing his body.
“Shit! Law, are you-?” Cora asked, his cock actually flagging some as he tried determine he’d hurt Law.
Law tried to tell him he was fine.
“You should put it all the way in me while you’re flaccid,” was what came tumbling out of his mouth.
“Law! I thought I’d hurt you!” Cora said.
Law was sympathetic, it was just Cora was finally deep enough to rub up against prostate, and the pain of the sudden intrusion was already fading back into pleasure.
“Doesn’t hurt,” Law said, his face still pressed into Cora’s neck. “Please, Cora-san. More.”
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A run in with a rogue Devil Fruit user turns both Law and Rosinante into kids. (T ish bc I allude to Doffy killing his dad) Law POV; 886 words
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“Just-! Tell me,” Law said, massaging his temple as a headache threatened him. “How to undo it.”
“I can’t I already told you!”
Law sighed explosively.
He was stood on the deck of the Polar Tang, Bepo and his two executive officers behind him. In front of them sat a bedraggled teenager in ratty and ill-fitting clothing, currently tied up with a length of rope and looking very hard done by.
Law himself was standing with his arms crossed, his normally imposing frame greatly reduced. Instead of his normal six and half feet or so feet, a three foot tall, thirteen year old Law stood, scowling done his captive.
“Can’t or won’t?” Penguin said, his voice doing a much better job at sounding intimidating. (He hadn’t been blasted back to pre-puberty, the lucky bastard.)
“I can’t!” their captive shouted. “It doesn’t work that way!”
“Then how does it work!” Law shouted back, patience finally lost. “You don’t even know how to use your stupid powers?!”
“I do to!”
“Um, sorry,” Bepo broke in from his spot by the hatch. “But the yelling is making him cry?”
Law spun around so fast he got tangled in his feather mantle and cloak, now far too big for him. All of his clothing was too big, but his pants especially had given up. He was swamped in them. He had to kick them aside, as he scrambled to get to Bepo, tripping over the hem of his button down shirt, now many sizes too large.
“Cora-san!”
The child in Bepo’s arms flinched away from Law, tears running down his face, round red eyes obscured by a long fringe of blond hair. Bepo was trying to comfort him, but unlike Law, Cora didn’t seem to remember any of them. He clung to Bepo because Bepo was large and soft, but he was trembling with fear and crying softly for his older brother.
Law’s hands balled into fists as he tried to control his temper.
“Why,” he bit out as he turned back to the captured teen. “Can’t he remember anything when I can.”
“Because he was closer?” the kid said, sounding frustrated. “I don’t know! I don’t know how it works, I only figured out I could even do something like that a month ago!”
Law pinched the bridge of his nose, the headache that had been building starting to knock against this skull.
“Shachi, Penguin.” He said, feel rather than seeing them snap to attention. “Take him to the brig.”
The “brig” in question was actually the single private recovery ward on the Tang, but it locked from the outside so it worked just as well.
“See if you can’t get anything more specific out of him.
Law waited a beat and then added, “Shachi, heat up three bowls of that stew from last night, too.”
Their prisoner blinked confusedly at Law, who resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was the Surgeon of Death, feared across the Grand Line, a former Warlord of the Sea, not a monster who would let kids starve.
Even when the kid in question was a fifteen or sixteen year old brat who had used their stupid Devil Fruit powers to turn Law into a child.
Said kid went with Penguin and Shachi without fuss, dripping sea water as he was shuffled into the bridge and down the steps to the Tang’s medical deck.
Only when they had all left did Law turn and approached Bepo again. Slowly, this time.
Cora-san was an adorable kid, it was just hard for Law to appreciate that fact when he looked so distraught.
“Co-Rosinante?” Law asked, trying to keep his presence non-threatening. He’d already left Kikoku on the deck next to his shoes. She was too heavy for him to use at present.
Cora peeked up at Law from between his fingers.
“I don’t think you remember any of us,” Law began. “But we’re apart of the same crew. I’m Law.”
Rosinante still looked nervous, unwilling to let go of Bepo, but he turned to head to look at Law. His face was blotchy and tear-stained. In a small, trembling voice he said,
“I’m Rosi. Is. Is my big brother here too? H-he was going to talk to his new friends and-and I was with f-father-.”
Rosi stopped speaking abruptly, eyes unfocused as he looked past Law for several long seconds.
Law felt his heart drop.
Cora hadn’t told him exactly how his father had died. He had an idea of what had happened. He knew Doflamingo had killed him.
Law had a terrible feeling that the Rosinante before him was one for whom that event was very recent.
“Doflamingo, he’s your older brother, right?” Law asked, stomach twisting around the lie he was about to tell.
Rosi nodded, scrubbing at his running nose with a tiny fist completely swamped in the sleeve of his now-massive boiler suit. “He sent you here to keep you safe. He made us promise to protect you.”
The words tasted like ash on Law’s tongue, the twisting in his gut worsened by the hopeful expression on Rosi’s face.
“Really?” he asked, still in that same small voice.
“Really,” lied Law. “Are you. Hungry?”
Rosi nodded. He looked much less upset, thinking his brother was still looking out for him.
July 15 - July 16 - July 17 - July 18 - July 19 - July 20 - July 21
Cora and Law attend a party, eat a fruit with aphrodisiac qualities and end up in the baths together (M, intoxicated sex) Cora POV; 2156 words
Honestly, the worst part about the whole ‘lavish party’ thing was that Rosinante hadn’t caught the island’s name when they’d first made port and by now was far too embarrassed to ask. It wasn’t like the name came up in conversation all that often. He was terrified someone would ask him anyway.
Rosinante and the and the rest of the crew of the Tang were spread out throughout the —admittedly stunning—ballroom in the large palace they’d been escorted to. The queen of the island had thrown this feast to celebrate Law’s victory over another pirate crew who had been terrorizing the island for months.
(Law hadn’t meant too, and complained the whole time about the delay this would cause to their plans. He had also been bullied into coming by the rest of the crew. Ikkaku had made a very sad face. Bepo had hung his head. Law had folded immediately).
The room itself was glowing in the soft off-blue light of hundreds of floating pearls, some as large as Rosinante’s fist, others hardly more than pinpricks against the dark wooden beams of the high ceiling. Eight tall wooden pillars flanked the room, their caps and bases richly carved with fantastical, swirling plant motifs. Huge banners hung between the columns, deep blue and trimmed with glittering sliver tassels, all embroidered with the beautiful flowering vine that served as the symbol of the island’s monarchy. A closer inspection of the banners showed smaller, colorful flowers intermixed with the vines, the Rosinante was unsure what their patterns meant. He couldn’t seem to find a repeated sequence.
The queen herself was seated upon a delicately carved throne set on a raised dais at the near the head of the room. She was watching the guests circulate, a warm smile on her face, dark skin taking on the glow of the pearls around her. The light also on the delicate silver ornaments woven into her numerous braids making her look ethereally beautiful. There was a sense of contained joy about her and every time she moved her head, the carved wooden beads at the ends of each braid sang against one another. She was talking to Law, who had dressed for the occasion in borrowed clothes like Rosinante had, though he’d opted to keep his own feathered cape. He cut a very impressive figure. Rosinante was having trouble keeping his eyes off of him.
While the rest of the crew mingled, all of them clearly enjoying themselves, Rosinante stood awkwardly by a pillar not too far from Law and the queen, slowly sipping a glass of something fruity and alcoholic. Two servers kept giggling and throwing glances Rosinante’s way, but they were also giving him refills without asking him questions about the fight, so Rosinante left them to whatever fun it was they were having at his expense. He could only assume it was at his expense. He honestly had no idea what he was doing that was so funny. He hadn’t even tripped over nothing yet.
Law glanced his direction and, in spite of himself, Rosinante felt a warmth envelop him. He’d left Kikoku on the Tang tonight, so he’d hooked both thumbs into the leather belt holding his tunic flush to his waist. The bluish light was also catching on the white fur of Law’s hat.
The servers’ giggling intensified. One of them pushed something into Rosinante’s hand before fleeing in a cloud of mirth. He looked down to find a small heart shaped fruit with a soft, pinkish skin. It felt a little like a plum, firm but soft. Rosinante blinked down at it.
They’d seen depictions of this fruit all over the island. Rosinante figured it was important to the people here somehow, so he took a bite in case it would be rude not to.
Behind him the giggling picked up. So much so that they finally caught the attention of round-faced and stressed looking man who Rosinante took to be their boss. Mostly because he started shooing them away, urging them to get back to work. Neither server seemed at all worried about having been caught, as if they were only being lightly scolded by an indulgent parent. They dove away into the crowd, still laughing. Rosinante watched the head server puff off after them, muttering to himself about ‘the youth’.
Rosinante took another bite of the heart-shaped fruit absently. It had a tart-sweet sort of taste to it. It really wasn’t bad at all. The shape and the long, woody stem reminded Rosinante of Law’s Devil Fruit. It had been years since Rosinante had held it in his hands, but its image was seared into his mind’s eye. It had been redder, firmer, covered in the swirls the swirls that only Devil Fruits had.
Rosinante was so caught up in the memory that he didn’t notice Law until he was close enough to touch. He jumped, startled, the fruit tumbling from his hands. Law caught it easily, a smile on his face.
“Your Observation haki could still use some work,” Law said in a low, teasing voice as he passed the fruit back to him.
Rosinante, who was starting to feel a little warm, puffed out his cheeks.
“Maybe you’re just good at sneaking up on people,” Rosinante said. Then he broke into a wide smile because seeing Law made him happy. “Try it,” he said, holding out the fruit he’d just been handed.
Law, because he was a menace, leaned in to take the fruit from Rosinante’s hand with his mouth. Rosinante felt his face heat up.
“Law!” he admonished, as Law’s lips dragged against Rosinante’s fingers. A shiver rolled up his spine. Law was looking up at him like he wanted to devour Rosinante next. Rosinante was having a hard time remembering why that would be a bad idea right now.
Law pulled the stem out from between his teeth, pulling the last of the fruit’s flesh off of it. Rosinante swallowed.
Then Law’s face scrunched up as the taste of the fruit sat on his tongue.
“Sour,” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for Rosinante to hear.
He snorted, one hand flying up to cover his mouth to keep a laugh from slipping out. Law looked so cute with his nose wrinkled like that.
Law shot him a very unimpressed look, then reached over to take his hand. Rosinante’s heart flipped. Law was usually pretty reluctant to hold hands for no reason in public.
“The queen wants to talk to us,” said Law, thumb tracing along the back of Rosinante’s hand.
Law really was very distracting, illuminated by the pearl-lights as he was. Rosinante was having trouble tearing his eyes away from how Law’s lips moved as he spoke. The room felt too warm; sweat starting to bead and slide down his back.
“What about?” Rosinante asked, desperately trying to keep his mind on the conversation at hand.
“I assume to thank us,” Law said, tugging Rosinante away from his spot by the pillar. “I mean, you did set a man on fire in her defense.”
“La-aw, you know I didn’t mean to do that!” Rosinante said, knowing he was only being teased. Law smirked up at him as they walked, exciting another cascade of shivers up Rosinante’s spine. He almost tripped over his own feet as they came to a halt at the foot of the queen’s throne, he was so lost in Law’s eyes.
The queen thanked them both, the soul of grace herself, and Rosinante struggled to keep his focus on her. It felt impossible to tear his attention away from Law. Rosinante felt hyper-aware of him, unable to stop noting the minute movements Law made. Several times he caught himself leaning in to Law’s space, hungry for contact, and finding himself having difficulty moving away.
When Rosinante glanced up, he met the queen’s eye. She paused for just a moment, and there was the glint of understanding in her smile.
“Should the celebration prove draining, there are private rooms prepared for our esteemed guests,” she said, raising a hand and beckoning one of her attendant over.
Maybe Law had noticed that there was something was happening to Rosinante because he said,
“I think we would both be grateful. Your majesty is most gracious.”
She inclined her head to both of them in turn.
“I thank you again for your assistance. Please, enjoy yourselves.”
Rosinante was sure there was no polite way for him to beg Law to drag him away to a private room. He felt hot all over, terribly aware of every piece of clothing on his body. Terribly aware of how much he’d like to strip both of them down and-
“Ready to go, Cora-san?”
Law’s voice jarred Rosinante out of his daze. He nodded, bowing his head to the queen before they turned to follow the attendant.
Rosinante couldn’t focus on anything but Law as they walked through several beautiful hallways before being lead through a doorway into their private room. The attendant softly closed the door behind themself, leaving Law and Rosinante alone.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Law turned to Rosinante, brows knit.
“You look flushed,” he said, already flipping Rosinante’s hand so he could take his pulse. “Are you feeling alright, Cora-san?”
Rosinante’s heart beat wildly in his chest, Law the only fixed point in a confusion of sensations. Before he could stop himself, Rosinante leaned down to press his lips to Law’s.
It felt like fire igniting under Rosinante’s skin, every sense heightened as Law parted his lips and kissed him back. They were soon tangled in each other, Law walking him backwards until his back hit something solid. Law started to pull back and Rosinante chased him, a whine building in his chest. He was desperate for Law to keep going.
“You’re warm,” Law murmured, kissing his way from Rosinante’s lips and down to his jawline. “We should cool you down.”
Rosinante nodded hazily. He did feel warm. He felt like he’d do whatever Law told him.
Law was about as steady on his feet as Rosinante was so they leaned heavily on one another as they made there way out through a curtained door leading to a walled grotto. Sunk into the ground and sculpted carefully to appear like a natural spring, was a beautiful private bath. There was an array of pools, each with their own temperatures, from a freezing cold plunge to a steaming soaking area.
Law guided him to one of the cooler pools, exciting shivers as he ran his hands over Rosinante’s torso.
“Strip,” he said, a little breathless sounding from the kissing.
Rosinante was only too happy to oblige.
He unfastened the belt around his own borrowed tunic, letting it drop to the flagstone. Law watched with hungry eyes as he splayed his fingers across his collar bone, sliding his hand up to unpin the golden vine broach holding the cloak in place. Rosinante stood in the steam, tunic loose and shoulders now bare, feeling deliciously exposed.
Law was watching him through half-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight. As Rosinante moved to catch the hem of his own tunic, Law stopped him, replaced Rosinante’s hands with his own. Rosinante could bite back the moan that escaped him as Law ran his hands up his sides, bunching the fabric as he went. He dragged the tunic as high as he could, letting his hands rest on Rosinante’s bare sides as he took the tunic the rest of the way off. Law’s hands roamed, like he was just as desperate as Rosinante to touch ever part of him.
Rosinante let Law pull him down into another kiss. This one was much messier, much more desperate, as Law worked his hands back down Rosinante’s sides. He wanted to beg Law for more, beg him to never stop. The best he could manage was moaning Law’s name against his lips.
Between hungry kisses, Law guided Rosinante down into the pool. The cool water felt heavenly against his overheated skin. He sighed against Law’s lips, eyes fluttering closed as he felt the water shift and Law enter the pool beside him.
Rosinante was soon pressed between Law and the pool’s edge, lips kiss-bitten and legs wrapped around Law’s torso. His moans were bouncing off the high walls of the grotto as Law ground against him. He didn’t have enough voice to beg for more. All he could do was cling to Law, dizzy with pleasure.
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Later, much later, that night as they were sprawled across the bed tangled up in one another, Rosinante said,
“Law? I think there was something weird about that fruit we both ate.”
There was a beat of silence, then Rosinante spoke again.
“Do you think the queen will let us take some?”
Law buried his head in Rosinante’s shoulder to muffle the sound of his laughter.
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Cora escapes from a group of (nebulous) kidnappers. Law comes to his rescue (Teen levels of gore (decapitation, arm gets cut off) characters in peril); 1185 words, Cora POV
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Pain shot through Rosinante’s ankle as he crashed down the side of the ravine, thorns and branches tearing at him as he rolled.
He lay still at the bottom, unsure how visible he was under the damp leaf cover.
His lungs burned in his chest, legs and arms aching from the position they’d been chained into bare minutes before. His ankle was still throbbing badly enough he was worried he wouldn’t be able to put weight on it. Worst still, was the sea stone cuff still clipped around his wrist. Its companion had cracked off when he’d slammed them against that guard’s head, but even one was enough to drain him of energy and curb his powers.
Above him he could hear shouting voices echoing off the trees. They sounded close.
Rosinante kept himself still as his pursuers came crashing through the underbrush. One of them spotted the ravine and called for the others to halt. Rosinante closed his eyes and prayed they hadn’t brought any dogs with them.
He tried to remember if he’d heard dogs during the two or three hours he’d been chained to their wall for.
Mostly it had been them taking turns kicking him in a poor attempt at torturing him for information.
Honestly, some of the Navy’s phys. ed. Courses had been worse. The bandits who’d kidnapped him lacked the pure kicking prowess of those Marine trainees.
Still, their tender hospitality was making it difficult to breath.
The forest he’d just tumbled through was tall fir trees with a dense layer of undergrowth. Mostly saplings and a very thorny vine that seemed to be growing everywhere. It was dense enough that maybe he wouldn’t be visible from the top of the ravine.
Indeed, it seemed the bandits couldn’t see him, though their voices were too low for him to make out. He also couldn’t risk turning his head to see how many people were on the ridge.
Unable to do anything but lay still, Rosinante waiting with his heart pounding in his throat.
An absolutely agonizing amount of time later, Rosinante heard a distant cry of pain. It was a voice the bandits seemed to recognize because one of them shouted, asking if everything was alright.
They were met with silence.
Both the bandits and Rosinante realized at the same time that they couldn't hear the distant sound of searching anymore. Either the other bandits had left them behind or someone else had found them.
At the top of the ridge, on of the bandits made an awful, gurgling noise. Rosinante heard the cries of alarm, but his attention was focused on the thing that had rolled down the side of the ravine, coming to a stop bare inches away from him.
Rosinante had to bite back an instinctive gasp.
It was a severed head, the eyes still rolling wildly in their sockets. Its blood was already starting to pool in the loose sticks and leaf litter.
It had been severed cleanly, Rosinante noted distantly as he tried to focus on both keeping quiet and an eye on the action on the ridge.
Whether rescue had come or the bandits had started fighting amongst themselves, it wouldn’t hurt to try and make his escape. Quietly as he could, Rosinante began slithering through the brush.
A familiar wail split the night.
Law’s sword Kikoku was a cursed sword and like all cursed blades, it had its quirks. When enough blood stained its blade it would begin to emit a long, piercing cry; the demon wail.
It raised the hairs on the back of Rosinante’s neck. It made his heart swell in his chest.
Law was here.
Given how loud Kikoku sounded, the combatant on the ridge was likely him. Sapped of energy, hurting all over, Rosinante struggled his way to his hands and knees, hoping to crawl to the side of the ravine.
Up on the ridge, one of the bandits shouted and Rosinante stumbled up into a limping run--sure he’d been spotted--only to immediately trip as his leg gave out.
His shout quickly turned into a scream of pain as Rosinante watched Law appear next to the bandit and swing Kikoku in a wide arc, severing his outstretched arm.
“Cora-san!”
Rosinante felt his heart jump at the sound of Law’s voice.
There were still bandits on the ridge, but Law paid them no mind. With a snap of his fingers he appeared beside Rosinante.
Moments later Bepo burst out of the trees, his jumping side kick sending one of the bandits flying.
“Captain! You found him!” he said pivoting to bury his foot into the stomach of an oncoming bandit. “Please hurry and take him to safety!”
While Bepo punched and kicked his way through the remaining bandits, Law caught hold of Rosinante’s shoulders. He sagged against Law, trying to hold himself together as a palpable relief stole through him.
“Seastone,” he murmured, head dropping onto Law’s shoulder. What little energy he had left drained from his body and Law rapidly became the only thing holding him upright. It was uncomfortable, kneeling on the forest floor. With Law there, Rosinante couldn’t bring himself to care. He closed his eyes for what felt like a second, only to open them again to find himself laying on his back looking up at Law.
He’d put them in his Room. It took Rosinante a few moments to understand what Law meant to do. When he did, he grimaced and closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see his own arm come off at the wrist. It didn’t hurt, though it did feel distinctly odd. It was over quickly; Law slipped the cuff off with a careful flick of Kikoku tip, then reattached Rosinante’s arm to the rest of him.
As soon as the seastone was off him, Rosinante felt life flood back into his limbs. Before he could do more than flex his arm, Law scooped him close in a tight hug.
“How badly did they hurt you,” Law asked, face pressed into Rosinante’s hair, the hand not still holding Kikoku gripping his shoulder.
“I think I wrenched my ankle falling down here. They beat me up a little, all unarmed. Not too badly."
He knew Law would be able to read the damage for himself the moment he had the chance to Scan him. It was just, he was starting to feel badly for the bandits. They really had kidnapped the wrong guy.
The person they’d wanted information about was Straw Hat Luffy! Rosinante barely knew anything about the kid, beyond what Law had told him.
Not only had they grabbed a useless hostage, they picked up one with some very powerful and easily upset friends.
From up on the ridge, Bepo called down,
“All clear, captain!”
“Fall back to the meeting point and gather the others,” Law told him, letting his Room drop. “I’ll take Cora-san back to the ship.”
Bepo saluted and that was the last Rosinante saw of him before he and Law Shambles’d back onto the deck of the Polar Tang.
It's Corazon's Birthday!!! Tried my hand at a more painterly style, it was really fun :) I love him so much, he is one of my favorite characters from One Piece 😭😭😭
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