In some cultures, when a child turns one year old, you sit them down with a bunch of objects and let them pick one. The items vary by family, but their symbolism is simple. What the child picks indicates what they're going to be, what they'll value when they grow up; a book for learning, a coin for wealth, a toy for leisure, and so on and so forth.
Mariejois is one such place that indulges in this tradition. The Celestial Dragons do so love a chance to reconfirm the grandeur of their bloodlines to themselves, after all.
So it is, that when Donquixote Doflamingo turns one year old, he's seated before a charming choice of treasures by his parents. It takes very little coaxing to get him to choose one. In fact, there's nary a pause before he crawls forward to snatch up the crown. As he waves it in the air, his family celebrates their little prince, born to rule all he sees.
A few years later though, when it's his younger brother's turn, Donquixote Rosinante looks at the loot spread out on the floor and seems uninspired by his choices. It's not until his mother calls, "Rosi! What do you want? Go get it!" that he wobbles to his feet. Still, he ignores the offerings that his family has provided. Instead, he toddles past them, proving that more than power or riches or knowledge, Rosi's destiny is—
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Hello! I'm the one who commented on your kdrama coralaw au post. I really would love to read more, but no pressure. As someone who writes fanfic I know how life can really get in the way . Thank you for the vibes!
Here's a little bit more of the fic! I hope that it pleases you! Law's not here, but we have more Rosi, and Doffy shows up as overbearing big brother c:
The wedding is cancelled. With a public spectacle like this, there's no possible way to recover the situation. Rosi finds himself regretting the way his disgust with own fame has forced him to hide from the news. If he hadn't been ignoring the media, maybe he'd have recognized Law sooner. He's not a nobody, after all.
No, Law is one of the 30 under 30 who's making headlines and magazine covers because of his business acumen and medical expertise. The young upstart head of a medical supply corporation that is rocketing to the peak of power and prosperity, he is, somehow, a better prospect than Viola as a marriage partner in every way, barring the fact that the two of them are male.
But we were planning on using a surrogate anyway, whispers Rosi's traitorous mind as Doffy paces the backroom, ranting at him about his supposed paramore. If mother wants grandchildren...
Doffy cuts off Rosi's ludicrous train of thought by slapping his hand between Rosi's shoulder blades.
"Little brother, dearest,I love you, but do you know the chaos you've wreaked? I could have eased the media into it, set up damage control and, of course, had mother review an entirely different list of marriage partners! We wouldn't have to clean up after this PR disaster of a wedding!" He frowns, looking honestly upset when he says, "Instead, the entire world knew that you were gay before I did."
"But I'm ... not?" Rosi offers, weakly.
"Bi, pan, whatever," Doffy waves his wine glass dismissively. "What I mean is that this is the worst possible way for it to come out that you fuck men."
"I don't!" Rosi shrieks.
"Ugh. Look, I don't care who's dick goes where, but don't tell the press that you take it up the ass, okay? If you do, the tabloids will eat you alive. The public loves to indulge in toxic masculinity." Doffy finishes his wine, considers how he's going to pour himself another glass with only one hand free, then shrugs and decides to drink straight from the bottle. "Alright, where's your man? What's his name... Trafalgar? If we're going to spin the press a story, we need him in on it too."
"I don't... know?" Rosi says. He snatches the bottle out of Doffy's hand, then takes a deep swig of it himself. "Doffy, I haven't even seen him in forever, much less talked to him?"
"Well, you're going to be talking soon," Doffy says, whipping out his cellphone and punching texts into it so fast that his fingers blur. "Alright, Monet's gotten us locked into the Ruby Room down the hall. Let's go, lover boy."
cleaned something up for y'all because sometimes you can't sleep but at least you can edit. another warm, fluffy little thing
The softness of some "Cora Lives" AU where Law hits his age of majority (whatever it is in One Piece land), and he and Rosi share a drink to celebrate.
Law hasn't ever had any interest in alcohol; anything that dulls the mind isn't all that attractive to him. But Cora-san looks so excited with the bottle of whiskey he's managed to find ("Look at this vintage! I won it at a poker game!"), and he's already poured out the glasses. Law can't say no--he takes the offered whiskey in hand and clinks it against Cora-san's.
"Cheers, Cora-san."
"Happy birthday, Law."
It burns. Law knew it would, so he'd braced for it, but a weak cough still manages to get past his willpower.
"Oh! Sorry, kid, I-"
"I'm not a kid anymore!" Law bats away Cora-san's hands, glowering. "I'm fine!" He snarls. "Just went down the wrong tube."
Defiantly, he takes another sip of the whiskey, holding eye-contact with Cora-san. The second swallow burns a lot less than the first.
Alcohol-induced analgesia, he thinks. Good.
Because now he has to finish the damn stuff, to prove that he's not a baby anymore, clinging to Cora-san's coat tails.
===
By the time he finds the bottom of the glass, Law is warm and sleepy.
"So, what do you think?" He hears Cora-san rumble, as if from far away, down a long tunnel.
"Tastes like shit," Law mumbles.
"Haha, yeah. It's an acquired taste." Cora-san keeps rambling, but Law doesn't pay attention. The other man's palm has come to rest on his forehead, smooth and cool and big, so big. Cora-san is so much bigger than Law.
I'm never going to grow up as big as Cora-san.
"Ah. That's… Well."
Law blinks blearily at Cora-san when he pulls his hand away. Apparently he'd said that aloud instead of just thinking it.
"It's good," Law says, grabbing Cora-san's hand and pressing it against his cheek to leach the pleasant coolness out of it again. "I like it."
"… Yeah?"
"Mmn." Law lets go of Cora-san's limp hand in favour of leaning into him. "Cora-san can't carry me if I'm bigger than him."
"You like when I pick you up? Really?" Cora-san laughs, then he lifts Law up into his arms. It's exactly what Law had been angling for.
"Uh-huh." Law nods, then yawns jaw-crackingly wide. The movement sends his head spinning. He keels over, smashing his face into the crook of Cora-san's neck. Dizzily, he breathes in the scent of smoke and ski that has meant 'safety' to him ever since he was thirteen years old and dying. He mumbles, "Love you."
He can feel Cora-san's breath hitch, but he's too drowsy to figure out why.
"Love you too, ki--Law."
Law hums, pleased, and curls his fingers into the front of Cora-san's shirt as darkness takes him.
Law bolts up in bed from a nightmare that he can't quite remember. He's sheened in sweat, panting, wild eyed with fear. Dimly, he can hear the rustle of sheets behind him as he rakes his fingers through his hair and tries to catch his breath. Noticing that is the only thing that keeps him from flinching when he feels a warm weight slump over his back and shoulders.
"Hey, c'mere." Cora-san's voice is low with sleep. Law sobs and turns, burrowing into his chest to cling to him tight. Cora-san hums, then shifts to bring Law more securely into his embrace. One wide palm rubs a slow circle between Law's shoulder blades as he rumbles, "Don't cry, shh. I'm here, it's okay. You're safe."
Law rubs his face into Cora-san's worn-soft pyjamas and breathes in the scent of him, all sleep-warm skin overlaid with the ghost of detergent. He pretends that it's just sweat, not tears, that dampens the fabric. Eventually, his shuddering breathing quiets and slows. He sniffles loudly, then lifts his head. It's not by much, barely a breath of distance, but Cora-san can tell what it means.
"Feeling better?" Cora-san's hands pull away from Law's back, but only so that he can cup Law's face, wiping under his eyes with both thumbs.
"Mm," Law hums, not ready for words just yet. He leans his head into Cora-san's hands, letting his eyes slide shut as he soaks in his touch.
"Good." Cora-san's lips press against Law's forehead. "You getting up?"
Law wrinkles his nose and blinks his eyes open again. Part of him wants to get up and pace the ship until the tension in his shoulders falls away… but if he goes, Cora-san will too. He doesn't deserve a sleepless night.
"Bed," Law mutters, pushing at Cora-san's shoulder. The man doesn't need any more convincing--he goes down easy, pulling Law with him as he goes.
"Night, Law," Cora-san yawns and smacks his lips. Then he's asleep between one blink and the next.
"Good night, Cora-san," Law sighs. His hand comes up to Cora-san's neck, fingers tucking under his jaw with practiced ease to settle against the steady thump of his pulse.
I'm transfixed by the idea of Rosi fucking Law into the mattress in the hopes that it'll drain his energy enough that he'll be able to escape on the work trip that his brother has cruelly arranged for the both of them. (Doffy insists that this business trip is necessary, Rosi. He's been holding the fort on his own when it comes to public appearances, but people are starting to think that Rosi died? C'mon, little brother, pull your weight!)
To his credit, when Rosi says, "Sorry, I really have to leave now...", he almost makes it out the door. As he's reaching to grab his coat though, a pair of arms are winding around his leg, and Law's clinging to his side.
"Don't go..."
Law's dragged on clothes, but only just, and they don't do anything to hide how the scent of sex hangs about him like a cloud of the most tantalizing perfumed. Rosi's brain reminds him that, with Law so freshly fucked, he's certainly still got Rosi's come dripping out of him, maybe even leaking down his thigh.
"Cora-san, don't leave me?" Law miaws as he rubs his cheek against the small of Rosi's back, rucking up his shirt to seek out skin contact. He's shaking like a leaf all the way down to the tip of his tail.
It's an act. Rosi knows that it's an act. Law is a master of putting on a pouty face when he wants something, but knowing that doesn't stop Rosi's heart from aching when he hears him beg.
And fuck, Rosi could stay, couldn't he? All he has to do is call his brother and pretend to cough and say, "Oh no, I've suddenly become ill", and he can roll right back into bed with Law and...
Rosi's mind conjures up an image of Law with his face smashed into their pillows, ass up, legs spread wide, begging Rosi to fuck him, fill him, knot him tight. Despite himself, Rosi can feel his cock twitch in his pants.
Fuck, Doffy can manage it alone one more time, right? Rosi thinks as he pulls his phone out.
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Rosi wakes up from his nap feeling comfortable and warm, sprawled on his stomach with his head pillowed on Law's shoulder. The buttery yellow of the afternoon sun is especially beautiful as it beams through the hotel window over Law's skin, setting his skin aglow around the black of his tattoos
So handsome.
Rosi smiles drowsily, then tilts his head up to kiss the underside of Law's jaw as he traces the familiar lines that curve across Law's chest.
"Hey." He speaks in low tones that are rendered even raspier by the dregs of sleep that cling to him. "Wake up, sleepy."
Law wrinkles his nose and mumbles, "Dun wanna."
"We haven't had lunch yet," Rosi says as he scatters a few more kisses down the line of Law's neck, pausing at the crook of his shoulder to add, "You promised we'd go after a cuddle and a snooze, remember?"
"Nope." Law says, shamelessly holding his eyes closed and even turning his face into his pillow, away from Rosi. "'M sleepin'."
Rosi huffs, grinning despite himself at how cute Law is when he's feeling contrary.
"You're not hungry at all?" He flutters a couple of kisses down the jut of Law's collarbone, then pouts when Law doesn't respond. In his most pitious voice, he whines, "Law!"
The only reply he recieves is a twitch at the corner of Law's mouth.
Rosi responds in the most civilized and appropriate manner he knows: he lifts up onto one elbow so that he can shift down Law's body and blow a raspberry directly on the unprotected curve of his stomach.
Law's strangled shriek is nothing that could be approximated in letters. He tries to scramble away, but Rosi's already on top of him, cackling as he pins him in place. He can't get Law still enough to blow another raspberry, but he can still kiss any part of him he can get his mouth on, and feather his fingers up his sides.
"Fuck!" Law squeals, voice crackling as he writhes under Rosi's attentions. "Stop-haha! Cora-san!" He bats at Rosi's body as he tries to escape, but there's no urgency to it-- if he really wanted Rosi to leave off, he'd try harder. As it is, they're both having too much fun playing, laughing with genuine joy as they roll around the bed.
"Law!" Rosi whines. "I'm hungry!" He nuzzles Law's ribs again, then bites him, snickering when Law flinches and whines.
"I'll exile you to the Strawhats," he grumbles.
Rosi replies without dropping a beat. "No, you won't."
Law sighs, sounding heavily put-upon, except for how bright his eyes are glowing in the sunlight. "No," He says, cupping Rosi's jaw with his hand. "I wont."
Rosi leans his head into the heat of Law's palm, closing his eyes for a moment as he savours the comfort of the caress.
Then his stomach rumbles, loud and insistent. Both of them burst into immediate laughter.
"Fine! You've made your point!" Law pulls Rosi's face closer as his laughter trails off, dropping a smacking kiss onto his lips. "We'll go get food."
"Yay!" Rosi leaps up and off of Law, scrambling to grab a shirt. "Lunch time!"
As he wiggles into his shirt, he hears Law say, "And then we can come back here after, since I've also managed to work up an appetite."
"You've also..."?" Rosi experiences a moment of confusion before he feels Law's hand squeeze his ass, and it clicks. With understanding comes a clumsy trip--he stumbles with one arm in his shirt, and the other half-out, tearing the sleeve right out of it.
"Yeep!"
"Cora-san!"
Law scrambles to keep Rosi from hitting the ground and gets bowled over by his flailing limbs, sending both of them sprawling back onto the bed.
"Haha, whoops!" Rosi says, flushing as he untangles himself from his shirt.
"How are you always tripping over your own feet?" Law's scold is heavily softened by the grin in his voice as he helps to free Rosi from his uncooperative clothing.
"Sorry!" Rosi laughs, grinning shamelessly. "Lucky you're here to catch me, huh?"
"Mm. Well, you know me..." When Rosi's head pops free of the rags of his shirt, it's just in time to see Law sitting up on his knees, looking at Rosi with heat in his eyes. "I'll take any excuse to hold you, Cora-san."
In his heart, Rosi knows that kissing Law will definitely mean that the two of them get distracted from lunch. The thing is, Rosi also knows that kissing Law is also the only thing that he can do when Law's smiling at him like this: like Rosi's the only thing that he wants to look at for the rest of his life.
I wasn't that hungry anyway, Rosi thinks, as he bends in and covers Law's mouth with his own.
The Magnificent Adventures of Donquiharete Rosibunte
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Rosibunte woke with a twitch of his floppy ears, and a wiggle of his soft pink nose.
Sniff sniff!
The sun was shining through the window and into his hutch, so sweet and bright that he couldn't help but give his fluffy tail a shake as he lifted up from his sleepy flop. He could feel springtime coming in his bones, and that meant good things for any kind of bun, even a sea-faring one like himself. Only…
Now that Rosi was up, he realized that something was off. He wiggled his feet, and waggled his body, and even wobbled his head back and forth, trying to figure out what was missing! But his paws and his ears and his tail were all accounted for, and his red woolen hat was still perched neatly on his head. So then what, he wondered, could it be that he was missing?
"Cora-san!"
Ah! That was it!
Rosi hopped his way to the entrance of his hutch, where he could see his dearest friend offering his hand out towards him.
"Good morning," said Law, as he let Rosi give him a friendly sniff. "Did you sleep well?"
When Rosi lowered his head invitingly, Law took the invitation for what it was, and stroked Rosi's forehead with his thumb.
Oh yes, Rosi thought, pushing more firmly into the touch. That's nice… A little to the left, please?
Law, who had always had an uncanny ability to tell what Rosi wanted, did exactly that, scritching right behind Rosi's ear, until Rosi's eyes shut from happiness.
That's the spot!
After another moment, Law's hand lifted away. Rosi would have been disappointed, only he knew what was going to happen next: one of Law's big, kind hands slid under Rosi's front, and the other scooped Rosi up into his arms, holding him safe and secure against his chest, so that Rosi could do the rest of the work, looping himself around Law's neck, to rest his weight evenly across his shoulders..
"It's time for another day on the job, Cora-san," Law rumbled as Rosi snuffled fondly at his ear. "You'll come keep me company, right?"
Rosi, warm and quite pleased with his situation, wiggled his nose, then shut his eyes in sleepy contentment. Of course he'd come along. There wasn't anywhere else he'd want to be.
Although, he thought to himself, a little bit of breakfast wouldn't go amiss.
But that problem was easily fixed. After all, Law always kept treats available. In fact, now that Rosi thought about it, if he squirmed around a bit, to nose about Law's clothes…
"Hey!" Law laughed when Rosi found the strips of sweet potato in his shirt pocket, and immediately started nibbling. "Those were for later!"
He didn't take Rosi's snack away from him though, so Rosi decided that "later" was "now", thank you very much.
Yes, truly, today was a great day to be a ship's bun.
When Law wakes up, it's to the feeling of his cheek pressed against something smooth and warm and firm.... Comfortable. He snuggles into his plush pillow a little deeper, then pauses, because his pillow has a heartbeat. Law comes to realize that he's got his cheek pressed against someone's bare chest.
This would be embarrassing on its own, of course, but as he becomes aware of his own body, Law realizes that his chest is flush against another bare stomach, his legs are rubbing someone's bare hips—he is wrapped up in a blanket with someone else, both of them entirely naked, and given the proportions, that someone is definitely Cora-san.
Even if he'd wanted to hide his reaction, it would have been impossible. His face goes red in an instant, and he can't stop the sound that wheezes out of his mouth.
"Law?" Cora-san asks, voice rumbling through his chest underneath Law's. "Are you awake?"
Law feels movement against his back, and realizes that Cora's bare arms were wrapped around him, cupping his shoulders and the small of his back. That hand comes up, to push Law's hair out of his eyes, and tip his face up so that he's looking into Cora's.
"Oh good," Cora says. "You've got more colour now." He's smiling so brightly that Law wonders if he'll need aloe to treat himself for sun exposure.
"What happened?" He asks, stupefied by Cora-san-induced idiocy.
"You were out in the rain for too long. We needed to warm you up."
"...We?" Law asks, suddenly noticing the sound of other people shuffling around in the background. "The crew are-?"
"Yeah, they're all safe." Cora pats Law's head, as if he were a child, and Law doesn't stop him. He's too relieved. "We got through to the others on the radio, and they're bringing the Tang around to a closer shore. We should be able to get back as soon as the rain peters off."
"Good," Law murmurs hollowly, still too stunned to do much more than boggle at how hot Cora's skin is against his own. "That's... that's good."
"Yeah. We'll be back home soon, don't you worry!"
In another world, maybe that would have been that. Law would have drowsed off to sleep in the safety of Cora-san's arms, wrapped up in safety and warmth, and eventually the two of them would laugh this off as yet another silly situation caused by travelling the Grand Line.
In this world, though, Law raises his chin to look Cora in the eye, just as Cora tips his face down to kiss Law on the forehead.
