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1poda · 7 months

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Island Visit

"Thank you for coming to Endroit Romantique, we'll see you next time!" you waved as a happy couple left your place of work arm in arm, none really taking the time to notice much other than each other, but that was the amazing effect of Endroit Romantique! The most romantic cafe in the New World, perhaps in the whole wide world! And there was nothing more satisfying than a job well done, the more they the made kissy noises and goo-goo eyes at each other, the better the reviews! Reviews that would draw celebrities from all levels of stardom!

Taking a moment to glance around the quiet room you thought it best to help out the waiting staff, leaving your place from behind a golden pedestal you grabbed at a cloth from your apron and threw it over your shoulder "Hm, left quite a mess today" you mentioned, picking up empty wine cups and sauce covered plates until a fellow worker came up with a question in her eyes "May, is everything all right?" you assembled the last of the plates into a neat stacks as the blue eyed girl held out a note to you "Some kid dropped this off at the front desk, he said to bring it to you right away"

"Since when did some kid know my name?" you thought, picking a folded note from May's long fingers. Though it didn't take long for you to recognize the handwriting "Oh um, May could you take this into the kitchen for me, please? I'm gonna head outside for a quick break" You smiled politely before leaving, not giving the poor girl a chance to deny your request but there wasn't much of a chance of that happening anyway.

Leaving the tinted glass door of your livelihood behind you glanced down each side of the street, perhaps the boy who delivered the note was still around, or... maybe he was in a nearby alley?

With that idea in mind, you sprinted across the busy road and headed into the mouth of the nearest narrow space in the middle of tall buildings, but even with such little time passing between the note being given to May and then delivered to you... no, Rosinante wouldn't tell you he's here just to up and vanish again.

Not unless he was in serious danger, but if there was an even slight chance of his dear elder brother or anymore in existamce finding out about you and the bond you two share... he wouldn't even be able to bring himself onto the island, but as you held the note in the sprinkles of rain that slipped between various clothing lines and balconies you couldn't help but wonder where on this lump of an island could your Rosinante be hiding?

'I'm Here'

The note reads simply and you couldn't help but chuckle at the mysteriousness of it all, raising your head to watch as the sky's droplets grew heavier and began to soften his short letter but as the pitter-patter of rain grew in noise footsteps echoed in their collision and you glanced behind you, further into the alley only to see a short boy with rather dead looking eyes but still his brows quirked with a curious narration from within "Are.. you... the Person Cora wants to see?"

"You.. know Corazon?"

The child thought about his next words but still, all the thought process and intelligents in the world couldn't save him from childish anticts "Yeeeeah I do, he's my Dad" he gave a mean grin as your jaw hung as if it were carrying the weight of a thousand bricks "A S O N? Since When?!"

The small stranger gave a loud laugh as he ran away, disappearing behind a nearby corner and you were quick to follow, a lie or not this kid might know where Rosinante could be but he was way faster than you thought should be possible and the youngster vanished into the mist building up in the empty brick hallway "No he's... gone" you whimpered, gripping the white sheet in your frustrated fist but you could only try to hold back the hot tears daring to slip past strained eyelids "Rosinante.."

It took a moment but you were able to pack away this awful trick and ready to leave this shitty adventure behind, aiming to make it back into the warm the embrace of routine and sustained income, away from all this nonsense Pirate-Mafia-Undercover tomfoolery! AND secret children too!!

A couple of steps more and you'd make it to the exit which would lead back into city life, but those couple of steps can wait. Perhaps if you hide away in this mist for a little longer you'd catch a glance at Rosinante's so-called 'Son'

"You didn't really believe him, did you?"

You held back a sob in your throat, swallowing the tumult of emotions down into a hard cold stone as sweaty palms were held tightly over your mouth as you attempted to hold back the questions and the crying, as if your hands were holding your very soul together. The large male stepped closer, looming over you like a kind tree who decided that your beautiful form shan't be disturb by the moisture in the air "Wouldn't want your uniform ruined, would we?" he smiled, baring his teeth in rejoice for finally being able to see you again. He couldn't wait to hold you close, tell you about Law and their plan to run away from the problems of all four seas and let his brother fight it out with the Marine's until the very end of time, he hopped you'd approve. And you ask to come along and you could all become one big happy family, at least- that's what he hoped for in his silly fanfic fluff filled mind.

"Gah!" you flinched and held your arms in the air from fright, that is- until a familiar clown-clad face grinned at his litrle prank "But, I guess if I were to have a son, I'd want him to turn out just to be just like that lill shit head. Ugly face 'nd all"

An eavesdropping Law growled at the insult.

The scruffy child watched from afar, peeking his beady eye through a hole in the wooden fence he hid behind, watching keenly as Cora slowly held a hand up to you though he couldn't tell if the wirdo was using his Devil Fruit abilities or not, but you seemed unresponsive either way until the very tips of Rosinante's fingers brushed your jaw, and every emotion came crashing like a downpour of the heaviest rainstorm you could ever find yourself in.

"I missed you... so much Rosi" You held onto his large palm and pressed his skin into your soft cheek, like lightning to the creation Frankenstin he brought a shine of life back in your eyes and the blonde's smile faded into a soft curve of his lips before he brought his damp head to rest on yours "I've.. missed you too" he confessed with a certain ooze in his eyes, a certain ooze the clever little Law gagged at before recalling hiw his parents would gaze at one another no matter the years passed or time they spent apart for work.

You couldn't help but fall further into the warmth of his palm, collapsing into his body Rosinante surrounded you with his long arms and black feathered coat and you wished to stay here forever, but with a hand at your back you raised your warmth-filled orbs to the flushing criminal who could only think about literally kidnapping you and taking you away with Law, but like, not in a toxic way.

"Rosi" you held his reddend between damp palms, rubbing at his cheekbones with your thumbs and laughed "Your makeup is smudging"

"It's fine" he dragged a finger through the dark blue makeup under his right eye "I can always repaint it!" he laughed throwing an arm around your shoulders and walking you down the alley.

"Let's get you back to work, and then!" Rosinante's grin seemed to try and leave the sides of his face "I can introduce you to my new best pal, LAW!"

"Oh, you mean your son?"

"Yeah sure, whatever" he nudged you, and you smiled up at the blonde till he slipped on the most smooth texture known to man; Concrete and his black feathers are surrounded by hot fire.

You scream, local pedestrians scream and then buckets of water are thrown over his crispy corpse in hopes he survived the unfortunate ordeal, you knelt down and reach to swipe away Corazon's burnt locks as he forces a smile and a peace sign "Check me out, I'm burnin' with passion for ya"

You shook your head pared with an eye roll and infectious chuckle, calling the spy a fool as you both stood from his trip.

#One piece #Law #Law as a child #donquixote rocinante #corazon #mi corazón #Rosinante #rosinante corazon #x reader #x OC #Corazon x reader #Corazon x OC #Rosinante x reader #Rosinante x OC

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sadcat02 · 27 days

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Doctor X, The Traitor

AOUHH self-indulgent ocs save me ,,,, he's just a marine doctor who was there in Minion Island and who Law saw first instead of Vergo :]]

#sadcat02 art #one piece #one piece oc #one piece original character #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #trafalgar d water law #corazon x oc #oh yeah he stays with cora and law and helps them get off the island after doffy removes the birdcage or something #him and law bond over their similarities (both are doctors nerds and emo ig)

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marina0521 · 4 months

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#illustration #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante x oc #corazon x oc

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cebwrites · 1 year

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finally finished my half of an art trade with the lovely @tardiiart!!

i had so much fun with this silly little idea and you know i adore drawing keem every time i do it 💕 rosikin my beloveds i’m fuckin-- WEHHHHHH 😭😭💖💓💞💖❤️‍🔥💓

mr fluffs <333

#cebdraws #one piece rosinante #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #rosinante corazon #oc x canon #op corazon #one piece x oc #corazon one piece #corazon x oc #trafalgar law #op law #op pumpkin #i'm love this silly little family #they're all pimk!!! pretty in love!!!!!!!#law you stop harassing your parents right now #spooked so bad it scared the lipstick off that man

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Heart Shape Scrap Book

Part of the server exchange! I never posted here, oops but this is my part of the valentines day exchange! @rosiinante was who I got.

Corazon x OC TW: Children, pregnency, character death, spoilers. SFW Word Count: 1,800

Heartshape Scrap Book

–Threads Of Memory–[Canon]

Shachi sighed and flopped down on the tatty bed next to Law, earning a tut and a side eye from him. Shachi put his hands up in defense and paid attention to what the other teenager was doing. In Law’s hand was a pair of Penguins pants, a needle, and thread grasped in one hand. Shachi said nothing, just watching as Law shuffled away from him, putting space between them. The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of the two, not that either was heavy but the beds in this place were old and worn, struggling to give another day’s use.

Much like the pants in Law’s hands. He poked his tongue out, just a peek as his brows furrowed in concentration, aiming the needle through the worn-out fabric and pulling it out the other side. His arm outstretched as he pulled the thread taut watching as the gash in the fabric started to lessen. Each delicate sweep of the needle fixes the damage.

“Where did you learn to sew?” Shachi asked, resting his cheek on his shoulder as his eyes followed the movements of the needle, Law said nothing, he cleared his throat to get Law’s attention knowing he had a habit of hyperfixating on the task a hand.

“What?” Law asked, not looking up as he simply adjusted the fabric in his hand, changing the direction of the stitch to make sure the fix would be stronger. “I said where did you learn to sew?”

Law didn’t reply at first, debating how much he wanted to share, even with his friend and he simply shrugged his shoulders before answering in a manner he deemed enough for Shachi “I’m sixteen, it’s a skill people should know, maybe I should teach you huh?” He mumbled and watched Shachi puff his cheeks out in the corner of his vision.

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“What are you doing?” Law asked as he watched Sunny perch on the log, grabbing a small pouch out of the cumbersome travel bag.

The fire roared in the center of their makeshift camp, traveling in the harsh weather was taking its toll on everyone but it wasn’t all bad. Sitting by a fire with the heavens above, unpolluted by cities and towns. The stars above were brighter than they’d ever seen.

Rosi and Sunny had already taught the boy how to navigate the stars, ignoring the questions Law would bring up and how either of them knew so well. Simply falling to the casual half-lie of something you need to know when you travel on the sea!

Sunny lifted a pair of Rosi’s pants, setting it across their lap as they pulled out a needle from the compact sewing kit, threading it before they turned to smile at Law, annoyed that he’d been made to wait for a reply, his inquisitive mind always hungry for more information, his desire to know everything.

“I’m sewing, see the hole here?” They asked and put their arm into the pants, wiggling their fingers through the hole, getting his attention, and a nod in response. “Well, this will get bigger and bigger unless I catch it now, sew.”

Sunny was proud of the pun they’d managed to slip past Law, but with the narrowing of eyes and wrinkling of his nose maybe they hadn't. Trying not to wilt under the intense scrutiny of him, hearing occasionally the frustrated mumbles from Rosi, hunched over the map Sunny sat closer to him, glad when he didn’t flinch, a different person than they’d first met, a smile on their lips as they made sure he was watching,

“The best way to mend a rip like this is to go up like…” Sunny dug the needle into the fabric, it glinted in the dancing flames of the campfire as it pierced through the fabric, stretching their arm out and bringing it back in. Over and over they repeated the motion and Law’s expression softened into quirked brows of interest. Sewing was something he remembered seeing the nuns do but he’d always been busy with other things, only regarding them in passing as they did their own chores, and sat on the steps in the summer sun.

Law watched on, seeing the rip become smaller and smaller, Sunny going down the other direction now, making it extra secure knowing that their husband would accidently burst it open again unless they made sure it was done right.

“Like this!” Sunny showed Law, and he put his hand over where the tear had been, feeling the fix that they’d created. Chilly fingertips brushed over the old fabric and the texture of the thread.

“Now, this one.. We need a patch because it’s too big to fix, want to pick out one for me?” Sunny asked, grabbing another small box, an assortment of scarp pieces of fabric. Sunny saw the tugging of a smile on his lips, how he enjoyed being included, asked for his opinion.

“This,” He handed them the patch and they nodded. “I think that’s great, right, watch this..”

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–It’s Okay–

[Canon]

Footsteps echoed down the hall, mixing in with the humming and clicks, the sound of the ship breathing around him. Law stared out of one of the portholes, watching the darkness, a starless sky the sea provided them with. He felt his shoulders sag, a weight he didn’t know he was carrying until a sigh slipped from between upturned lips.

Nights like this, when the world seemed so vast outside his window, he felt so small in the grand scheme of things, when he felt the itching in the back of his mind, his chest ached and despite the crew, he loved dearly he could still feel the longing and sadness that still clutched his heart. On nights like these, he knew he wasn’t the only one feeling the missing pieces, like broken glass, sharp, exposed, and painful to the touch, which was why he found himself outside their door.

Sunny heard the familer pattern of knocks at their door, knowing instantly who it was. “C-come in!” They called, grabbing a tissue to dry their eyes before the heavy door opened with the groaning of metal. Law stepped in and saw their mother, curled up on the sofa, book forgotten and face down on the coffee table along with balled-up tissues. Cora-san’s poncho draped around their shivering form as fresh tears glimmered at their lashes.

“H-hey Hunny..” Sunny greeted but Law could hear the catch in their throat before they cleared it with a cough, trying to make it appear they hadn’t spent the last few hours crying.

“It’s one of those nights,” Law said, a statement, Sunny sighed and nodded, scooting over on the seat for him. “Y-yeah, when it feels like…” They didn’t finish their sentence watching as Law walked over, sitting down next to them.

“It’s okay,” Law said, leaning forward, fingers clasped together, elbows on thighs as he stared across the room. Sunny watched his face, seeing past the man sitting beside them, the facial hair, the piercings that twinkled in the light of the lantern, seeing past the man he’d become and seeing the boy they’d always known.

“It’s okay Law, it’s okay to still miss him.” Their words were gentle, whispers as they grabbed the poncho, forming wings of warmth, comfort, and familiarity, sweeping around his form and pulling him close, head resting on his shoulder.

“It’s okay…”

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–Our Happy Ending–

[Canon divergent]

Sunny walked along the grass, feeling the blades tickle their feet and ankles as the salty sea breeze jostled it, picking up the hem of their dress and playing with it as pink curls danced the same tune around their shoulders.

They filled their lungs with the scent of the world around them, a hand on their stomach, rubbing the bump and feeling a kick. Sunny smiled brightly and chuckled “Soon baby, soon.” They hummed as they carried on their stroll, Rosi’s poncho around their shoulders, catching in the wind but lucky it was fastened with a crudely made broach, a wonky sunflower with faded paint and chipped petals, Law had made it for their birthday and they wouldn’t be without it. Nor the golden locket, heart-shaped, that swayed with each step as they traded footsteps of green grass for grains of sand that shifted between toes.

The sound of the roaring sea greeted their ears, the sound of gulls, and the cries of their name. They paused for a second and peered across the beach, small, deserted, and a stone throw from the cottage they had bought with the money they’d saved from their time in the marines, the dream home that Rosi and they would talk about as they laid on the beach on base.

“Sunny!” Rosi called with a wave, bringing Sunny out of memories of teenage confessions, stolen glances [and booze], and shared dreams, childhood friends to lovers from the books they would read and deny it could have been them.

“Hey, sorry, I was miles away! Mari also says hello!” Sunny laughed when they felt another kick.

What happened next made Sunny giggle, watching as Law and Rosi stared at one another, dropping their nets, buckets, and shimmering jewel-like seashells forgotten as they both tumbled and tripped over their own feet, the shifting sand. Sunny smiled as they both placed their hand on their stomach.

“I think she’s shy…” Rosi huffed, disappointed, it wasn’t the first time he’d felt his child kick but the joy that he felt each and every time filled him to overflowing with love. Law placed both hands on Sunny’s stomach, then his cheek, and mumbled. “We don’t even know it's a girl..” He added.

“I just have a feeling,” Sunny replied, hand slipping from their belly to run through their son's messy black hair.

“Do you want a brother?” Rosi asked and saw Law shake his head. “No, I know what boys are like.” He narrowed his eyes but the expression faded when he felt a kick on his hands and he let out a giggle.

“It won’t be long now huh?” Rosi asked as he stood behind Sunny, arms around their waist, his large hands over theirs, as they rubbed their own tummy. Hearing the clink of wedding bands. “Not long at all,” a happy sigh as Rosi kissed the side of their head.

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To my dearest Sunny, my wife, my soulmate, my best friend. Happy Valentine's day. I love you just as much as the day I met you off the plane years ago. I hope you enjoyed this <3 I was over the moon when I got you because I was worried I would not have time to do something for you for Valentine's day. A husband from your husband haha.

#one piece #one piece oc #one piece own character #corazon x oc #own character #tw: pregnancy #tw: children #sfw

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bythenineshards · 3 months

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I'm sorry, y'all. I'm cooking so much lore for Syre x Corazon and Syre x Dragon atm. One Piece was a horrible idea for me. I blame my husband. These stories are all I think about now.

#donquixote rosinante #corazon x syre #syre bonne aventure #syre x dragon #oc x canon #monkey d dragon x syre #monkey d dragon x oc #corazon x oc #monkey d dragon

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starflurrys · 1 year

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au where corazón lives and travels the world w his giant fighting fish wife who will beat up anyone who makes fun of him

#one piece #op #corazon one piece #corazon #donquixote rosinante #corazon x oc #star art

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lale-txt · 2 years

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a trip to Sabaody Park w/ Rosinante & OC (+ family) ♡

a/n: the happiest birthday to Sunny, my beloved! @rosiinante wishing you nothing but softness and happiness. being your friend feels like bathing in sunshine, making my heart feel so, so warm. i hope you'll know every day just how loved you are. kissing you softly on the forehead and can't wait to give you the biggest hug in person one day. i love you lots!! <3

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“You’re here! You’re finally here! You made it!”

They can hear her long before the small silhouette on top of the hill grows bigger and bigger, running towards them at the speed of light, arms waving over her head. Sunny drops their luggage and by way of precaution hands Marisol over to her father before they spread their arms wide open, waiting for their friend to jump into them. Their laughter fills every corner of Sabaody as they see their friend stumbling almost, not slowing down a bit, picking up more speed with tiny cat ears and a tail fluttering in the wind.

Renge flies straight into Sunny’s arms, making the two fall over into the grass, both of them giggling and crying and holding each other’s faces, almost in disbelief that this was real, that they were really here in person and not just a voice on the other end of the transponder snail. Like two children they roll around, kissing each other’s cheeks, calling out their names over and over again to confirm that this was not a dream.

“I missed you so much!” – “I missed you even more!!”

Meanwhile another person slowly walks down the hill, waving to the group with a friendly smile. Rayleigh had his glasses pushed into his hair, one hand in his pocket as he came to greet their long-awaited guests. Renge lends Sunny a hand to help them get up again, fluffing up their white coat again and picking out tiny twigs from it, both still laughing. As they slowly catch their breaths again, Rosinante hands their daughter over to Law before he lights himself a cigarette and finally the group gets to say their warm welcomes; Renge and Sunny hugging longer than anyone else, no one wanting to let go first, so Rosinante just takes the bundle of them into his arms while shaking hands with Rayleigh over Renge’s shoulder and Rayleigh patting Sunny’s head in the middle of the sandwich. After what feels like an eternity they let go, wiping away some happy tears before the kids also greet their hosts.

“Both of you have gotten so big! How old are you now, Law? Seventeen?”, Renge asks and pinches Law’s cheek (he rolls his eyes but lets her), before she squats down to an eye level with Marisol, stretching out a hand for her. “Last time I saw you, you were still a baby and this one–” She points behind her to Rayleigh, “carried you around nonstop. I didn’t even get a chance to properly hold you. You fell asleep so fast to his sea shanties while your parents were out for their anniversary.”

Marisol hides behind the legs of her older brother, looking back and forth between her parents (who gave her encouraging smiles and words of affirmation) and the unknown lady with cat features (that clearly sparked her interest). With one hand clenching around her plush polar bear, the little girl gathers all her courage and wraps her hand around two of Renge’s fingers, shaking them carefully and making the zoan cry on the spot from the softness of it.

Followed by more laughter the group makes their way towards the small house on top of the hill, Rosinante slipping at least three times but still manages to not drop the luggage and Sunny happily chatting about their journey, mentioning that they stopped by at Sengoku’s place earlier and how the old man found a new hobby in the art of cake dekor. Rayleigh opens the wooden garden door and lets the guests step in first, kissing Renge on the cheek as she passes by.

“All those flowers…”, Sunny raves, twirling around in their heart-patterned dress, their fluffy coat swinging softly with every movement. “And that flower bed over there…” They point to a spot where tulips in all colors are growing, surrounded by huge sunflowers that point towards them as if they were the sun. Renge smiles and squeezes the hand of her friend, no words were needed for them to know that this was a tribute to their everlasting friendship.

Rayleigh takes the bags and brings them upstairs into the guest rooms while the little family and Renge look at the photos decorating the hallway. Rosinante has an arm around Sunny, holding them tight as they lean onto him, both of them smiling peacefully as Law picks up Marisol to hold her up towards the framed pictures.

“See? There’s mum and dad when they were young.” “Why is dad all patched up there?” Law looks over his shoulder to his dad who has a band-aid across his nose, it has rainbow colors and came fresh from Sunny’s purse. They both grin. “Because not much has changed ever since.” Sunny pulls their husband down by his collar and gives him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark where their lips touched his skin. They were as deeply in love as they were when they first confessed to each other, their bond growing only stronger ever since. Renge leans against the wall, watching the small family with a full heart. It felt so nice having them all here at her home. They were her home, no matter how far apart they lived. She points to another photo on the wall, showing her and Sunny at the beach, both holding up their ice cream, wind fluttering in their hair. “This was taken on the day your mom and I met! From the very first second we knew that we were soul sisters.” Sunny hugs their friend from behind and Renge leans into their touch, closing her eyes for a second. Marisol takes the chance and leans over from the safety of her brother’s arms to touch the cat ears, making them twitch under her tickly touch, Renge’s tail standing up in excitement. The little girl looks back and forth between the tail and Law’s hat, both having the same pattern, probably marking the moment she accepted the woman as her aunt.

While Renge and Rayleigh excuse themselves to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the family explores the guest rooms and the rest of the house, freshening up in the bathroom after their long journey and unpacking their belongings. Sunny admires the fresh flowers on the nightstand, a colorful bouquet with some of their favorites in it, the fresh lavender giving forth a calm scent. The kids run outside to play in the garden, exploring the tree house Rayleigh had built, with its little slide and swings hanging from a thick branch. Law is carefully showing his little sister around the place while he discovers the stack of books that Renge brought from the library for him, wanting him to feel welcome and at home in this place, too. Meanwhile the parents have a little dance in their room to the sound of the vinyl playing softly in the background, Rosinante lifting his tiny wife up with ease as he swirls them around, carefully so he doesn’t trip – he still does, but they fall over onto the bed, landing softly between many pillows where they giggle and cuddle for a few more minutes. Life felt like a dream sometimes whenever they held each other close, two tiny universes colliding.

When they join Renge and Rayleigh in the kitchen, the couple is almost ready with dinner preparations. It smelled heavenly in there, several pots and pans cooking on the stove as Rayleigh hummed a little sea shanty while stirring, Renge setting the dinner table outside in the garden. She presses Sunny and Rosinante two full wine glasses in their hands.

“Ahh, but the kids…” – “We stay sober and watch the kids. You two enjoy your vacation! And the new mattress, maybe…” Renge waggles her eyebrows and clinks glasses with them, sipping ice tea out of a straw. She gestures to them to sit down and then carries large plates full of food outside, the table divided by an invisible line into bread enjoyers and bread deniers. Sunny munches happily the freshly baked loaf, homemade spread on top, while Rosinante and the kids are huddled over onigiri with various fillings. Rayleigh feeds Renge a handful of grapes while they lean back in their chairs, happily watching the little family enjoying their food and their presence. With the sun slowly setting, the garden is illuminated by many fairy lights hanging from the trees and small lanterns on the table and the floor, painting everyone at the table in a warm light.

Law sits in his chair reading, dozing off every few minutes with his head resting against Sunny’s shoulder, while Marisol fell asleep a while ago, safe and sound in the arms of her dad who only caught fire once at one of the lanterns. The conversation is soft, warm words falling out of tired mouths, tongues heavy from dinner and overflowing love. They could fall asleep on the spot but the promise of a comfy bed makes them get up eventually. Renge kisses Sunny goodnight on the cheek and takes Marisol for a minute into her arms so Rosinante can carry Law to bed, just like he did when the boy was much smaller. Sunny and their husband change into their matching pajamas and brush their teeth together in the dimly lit bathroom, rubbing their tired eyes while Renge and Rayleigh coo over the little girl, gently brushing her hair and patting her back, carefully to not wake her up though. It takes all of their strength to hand them over to her parents again, wishing them a good night again before they close the door behind them.

Rosinante rubs Sunny’s shoulders before they turn off the lights, covering every inch of the back of their neck with kisses. Marisol sleeps peacefully in her own little bed, her polar bear plush wrapped in her arms. The parents seek each other's embrace in the dark, exchanging a few more soft kisses and confessions before they sink into a deep slumber, exhausted from the long day but with hearts and stomachs full, the moon watching over the small family.

Music and happy chatter is coming from the kitchen the next morning when Sunny and their husband walk downstairs, Marisol still sleepy in her mother’s arms. Law was already sitting at the big kitchen table, sharing a newspaper with Rayleigh over breakfast, just two old men enjoying their morning ritual together while Renge is busy preparing bento boxes for everyone, wearing the apron with leopard print Sunny got her for her birthday years ago. Sunny and Rosinante sit down and one second later big mugs of coffee are standing in front of them.

“Just let me help you with the bento boxes, please.”, Sunny begs but gets pushed down softly by the shoulders into their chair again by Renge. “Shh. Let me pamper you all a bit. You’ll need all your energy today anyway for Sabaody Park.” She boops Marisol’s nose gently, making the child giggle and hide her face in the crook of her mother’s neck. “I bet this one wants to ride the carousel until we all get dizzy from watching alone.”

Rosinante stands in the doorframe leading to the garden outside, smoking his first cigarette of the day, his gaze full of love as he watches his little family. Law being comfortable around unfamiliar people, Sunny looking carefree and at peace, excited for the day and Marisol being the curious and adorable child that she was, sneaking into everyone’s hearts with ease. It was all he ever wished for, his perfect happy ending to a story that will live on for as long as the stars shine brightly from the night sky and the falling snow will bring nothing but calmness and a love bigger than any universe.

To Marisol’s absolute delight Renge shows her her beast form, licking the little girl across the whole face and enjoying some well deserved belly rubs from her while the rest clean up the kitchen and the breakfast table, Law preventing his parents smashing several plates with their clumsiness and Rosinante and Sunny exchanging soft kisses over the kitchen sink. Everyone gets dressed, excited chatter filling the house until the whole group gathers outside, making their way to Sabaody Park. Sunny swings hands with Renge while Rosinante has an arm around his wife’s shoulder and holds Marisol in the other; Law and Rayleigh walking in front of them, still deep in talk about some obscure old men topic probably, they seem to have lots of fun though.

Sunny lists all the sweets they want to try, ignoring the fact that they’ll probably get a tummy ache by the end of the day, Marisol’s eyes follow the bubbles rising towards the sky, mesmerized by this unique phenomenon of the archipelago. Rosinante kisses her chubby cheeks softly, patiently explaining to her how the bubbles work and that people use them as transportation on this island. Sunny can’t help but feel so warm whenever they saw how strong the bond between their daughter and their husband was, also feeling proud of Law for growing into this amazing human being and big brother. This little family was all they ever dreamt of.

Sabaody Park was a lot. Bright lights everywhere, it smelled deliciously from every corner, small groups of people walking in every direction, children screaming in excitement about all the different attractions. Once they agree on a meeting point in case someone gets lost, the group flings themselves into the fun. Still full from breakfast they’re able to resist the temptations of every food stall, instead they check out the carousels first, spinning round and round on every possible seat – Marisol prefered the ones that looked like animals and wouldn’t stop giggling, Rosinante had troubles fitting his long legs anywhere but somehow he always made it. Law’s face was very neutral the whole ride but inside he was having the fun of his life, especially because Rayleigh explained to him how the carousel worked and the origin story of Sabaody Park. Sunny and Renge shared a wooden pony together, flowing up and down as the carousel spun round and round, their imagination carrying them to their next adventure.

The group gets soaked on the wildwater ride and gets lost in the mirror cabinets, a dozen Rosinantes slipping and falling on their asses at once until they make it outside again, not before everyone bumped nose first against a mirror at least twice. They buy the photos that get taken on the rollercoaster, the expressions varying from absolutely horrified to maximum fun. Rayleigh stays with his lover who needs to sit down for a minute after experiencing a looping for the first and last time in her life while the little family hops on the teacup ride, spinning round and round and waving at the couple every time they pass by.

Hours have passed since they got to Sabaody Park and they still haven’t tried every ride, but first it was time for a little snack break. They brought the bentos that Renge prepared for everyone but decided to buy some fancy and sugary drinks at the park so they wouldn’t have to carry them around on top.

“Why don’t we take the kids and grab some drinks…” Renge links arms with Law and Rayleigh lifts Marisol up on his shoulders. “...and you two take a ride on the ferris wheel? Just the two of you? We’ll meet you again at the tables over there.” She winks at Sunny and Rosinante who exchange a glance. After all, why not? They knew their children were in good hands and they didn’t get much time alone lately. Not that they mind, they loved nothing more but time spent as family together, but for the sake of the old days when it was just them…?

As they watch their kids leaving towards the food stalls, asking their aunt and uncle excited about all the drinks they want to try and knowing well that they’ll return with a sugar rush because they will be absolutely spoiled by their friends, Rosinante takes Sunny’s hand in his and gives it a slight squeeze.

“Shall we, my love?”

Sunny nods and smiles as they walk towards the big ferris wheel. Somehow it felt like they were love drunk teenagers again, standing giggling in line. Rosinante has his arm wrapped around Sunny’s shoulder, them leaning against him and enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He was their whole world, the love of their life. No one could compare to him, their best friend ever since they were kids, growing into lovers over time.

They get into their gondola, just the two of them and sit down opposite of each other, suddenly a bit shy. Where did all those butterflies come from just now? Rosinante pulls his hat down to hide his blushing cheeks while Sunny teases him, their cheeks flushed as well, both of them laughing loudly about the whole situation. It was as if they stepped into a time machine.

“Hey, Sunny… come here.” Rosinante adjusts his hat and opens his arms, wrapping them around Sunny when they take a seat in his lap, their back against his chest. He kisses the side of their neck, leaving lipstick marks everywhere, their pink hair tickling his nose softly as they sink deeper into his embrace, every muscle of their body relaxing. The ferris wheel is moving slowly, carrying them to the top. The view over whole Sabaody Archipelago was stunning, bubbles rising up from the ground everywhere, the huge trees holding everything together, older as times. The couple loved their little house at the shore with its beautiful sunsets, but a change of scenery every now and then was certainly lovely, too. They had a turbulent life and went through many obstacles together that life put in their way, but they never gave up, no matter how desperate times were.

Just when their gondola was about to reach the highest spot, Sunny shifts around and faces their husband, straddling him as they reach for his lips. They have their arms wrapped around his neck, resting their forehead against his. That’s how he made them feel – on top of the world, flying towards the sun, except he was the sun. And they would always fly into his open arms, into the safety of them. There was no love greater than the one between the two of them, no bond stronger than the one they had. They were indestructible. Rosinante pulls them closer, a hand at the back of their neck, the other on their hips, whispered words falling into their open mouth between a hundred kisses.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything. You’re my whole world. You’re my everything. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 13: PUBLIC SEX Donquixote Rosinante 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ Hello, Sashi! hear me out: day 13. public/semi public and Rosinante 🤭🤭🤭 (his Devil fruit is literally perfect for it!;) can you please do it for female reader? ty, xo :3 tw: mdni. public sex. usage of df. rough sex and still very sweet. overstimulation. oral. size kink. squirting. impregnation implied. Au where Rosi survived after doffy's bullets. wc: 1,9k 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

With a very curious and intelligent boy in the house, Rosinante and you had little time to none for adult loving matters. You were happy, you weren’t worried. But, sometimes you two needed those alone times…

You weren’t leaving little Law alone, of course. Much less having that type of fun with the kid at home even if asleep. However, that night Law had a birthday party at Mr. Wolff’s home. It was Bepo, his best friend’s birthday, who have been living there with his two other friend, Shachi, and Penguin.

Little Law still felt a little scared of human beings that weren’t his friends, so, of course, Rosinante and you walked him all through Swallow Island to get to the party.

Mr Wolff explained to you that he could stay the night if he felt like it, but if not, he promised to give the kids dinner early so that you could pick up Law from his home before midnight.

You were happy and took a leave through the snowy roads that connected your home and Mr. Wolff’s. It was a blessing to find this man who took care of Law while Rosinante recuperated after his encounter with his evil brother Doflamingo.

It was you, who helped your now lover to stay alive for some time until he was able to speak and search Law in the surroundings. After that, and falling in love with Rosinante, the three of you formed a very lovely and humble family. Of course, his real name couldn’t be revealed, as well as Law’s. Both, for the Marine and the Donquixote family had stopped existing that same fatidic night. Thankfully for the three of you, destiny had other plans…

The crunch beneath your feet of icy cold snow reverberates in a lonely path. There weren’t many roads connecting Pleasure Town to the forest where Mr. Wolff lives, nor the outsides where you live. You need to walk at least a couple of miles more to reach your cabin, a very cozy home you two have built.

“It isn’t that cold tonight, right?” you mumble, small talk you didn’t really need as Rosi and you have no problems to stay silent for some time as long as you are next to the other.

“Actually, you are right. Perfect for a dip in the sea” Rosinante jokes, he is always very funny being -sometimes to the point of annoy Law-.

You scoff and hug his huge arm. He smiles, with a smile that’s as beautiful as a sunrise, and places his equally huge hand on your head.

“I love you; you know that?” he whispers, stopping for some seconds, fixing his beautiful tangerine eyes in yours.

You smile sweetly, standing on tippy toes to reach for his lips. You try to give him a peck, but he is messing with you by not bending forward enough for you to do so. Rosinante is way taller than you. - And probably than most of the men around –

“Come on!” you protest, giving little jumps. “What?! You wanna kiss me? What you want from me, woman?!” he laughs. Rosinante is usually very soft and sweet, a caring father and sometimes a little bit of a clown, but he is also a man… a very manly man in private.

You turn around, crossing your arms like a little girl throwing a tantrum. You fix your eyes in the horizon, where the sun is starting to set, and the sky turns orange with litmus and purple hints here and there over the clouds. Even if annoyed at him, not even the scenery can match to the beauty of his soul.

“Baby…” he whispers, bending enough to hug you from behind. “I was just joking… give me a kiss, come on”

“No. You didn’t want it when I gave it to you; now you lost it!” you joke, enjoying the way you are pressing your back against his body.

He stays silent for some seconds until he turns you around rather violently -probably not his intention, but he is still a clumsy man-. Rosinante’s arms lift you up, as he tries not to slip with the snow.

“Give me a kiss. As a Celestial Dragon I demand my tribute!” it is still a little painful for him, but he has learned to accept his past and because of you even joke about it.

“Ah- tribute?! You are crazy, sir. I won’t giv-“ you grunt, but your lips get sealed with his. And your stiffen muscles start to relax as you melt into a very deep kiss of lust and love.

You two probably keep kissing until your lips get swollen and your breathing becomes erratic. There is too much sexual desire accumulated in your bodies that haven’t been released, you are not exactly sure if you are making it to the cabin.

“I was going to wait until we get home… I’ve been thinking about it all week, having the house free for us…” Rosinante murmurs with his lips grazing yours.

“I can’t wait until we get home…” you whisper, hugging him with your legs, allowing your crotch to hit his. He is hard, as much as you are wet. He is needy, as much as you are desperate…

Both look at each other. It’s gonna be a first… having sex in the middle of the road? With snow? Sure, it isn’t a very transited zone, but… what if someone sees you?

“I don’t care. Fuck me here, behind that tree” you point to a bunch of pines behind you.

Corazon, whose pupils contract, and his smile turns to a sexy smirk, doesn’t really say a word but immediately let’s you down for you to walk right behind the tree you chose to be a “covered spot”.

Truth is, it isn’t really a cover for such a big man like Rosinante, but it doesn’t really matter anymore to you.

Your back hits the log, and his right hand do the same right next to your face. Some old snow falls around you from the branches of the tree, but there is no strong enough cold to overcome the heat of your bodies.

Rosi bends over to kiss you, playing with your breasts as he does. You moan, as his usual clumsy hands -but not during sex- reach for your nipples right in between your winter clothes. He pinches and twists, because he knows how much you love it.

Your hand reaches for his bulging crotch, playing over the white fabric of his jeans. You can feel it in your hands the way it throbs and painfully wishes to scape his pants. Thing, you understand very well, so you proceed to lower the zipper.

Soon you stop the kiss to kneel and free his sex. He is still wearing his clothes, but it’s enough for you to orally pleasure him. Both of your hands aren’t quite enough to cover his whole length, and that’s something you have learnt to take very well.

The tip of your tongue lands on the tip of his dick, making him squirm as you create strings of precum in between you two. Your oral skills are good but definitely better if accompanied by the pumping motions of your hands.

“Fuck…” he grunts.

“Honey, watch your mouth… someone might hear you” you joke, remembering indeed you are right because you are pretty much in public. But not giving a single fuck, as you eat his sex, gagging the more you bob your head.

When Rosinante is able to catch a little bit of air and clear his mind, he softly pulls back from your hair. Shiny lips and a little bit of teary eyes of yours look at him expecting to keep going or getting fucked.

“Stand up so I can scold you for the same reason” he growls. Rosinante’s sexy side is a pleasure not many people had the joy to experience.

You immediately accompany his hair pulling motion to stand up and soon enough he turns you around, pressing your body against the pine log in front of you. Skilfully he pulls down your leggings, just enough to expose your heat for him to penetrate.

“I missed your warmth so much” he purrs in your ear while he crunches enough for his sex to be guided into yours. You, on tippy toes to help with the height different, await his fulfilling length -and width- to stretch you out, so lasciviously.

And just as he slides himself inside of you, with milking spasming walls, and the usual resistance of such a size difference, you whine louder than ever. Thing that might have alerted someone in a cabin a few meters away you hadn’t seen until now.

Dogs barking and a light turning on is what you see in between the rams of a completely unaware -lost in lust- Rosinante.

“Hon-ey… th- there are… nghhh.. there are people there!” you alert him, with great difficulty and moaned speech. You bite your lip, watching in between blurred vision if someone is coming or not.

“I won’t stop fucking you, they won’t find us as long as you don’t make any sound” Rosinante murmurs, almost enjoying the karma for your last commentary.

“But- ngh… fuck, you are stretching me a lot more than al-ways” you whine, sure that given you more of his hip stabs you will burst out.

He scoffs. “Fine… SILENT-“ Rosinante casts his silence spell on you, allowing you to moan without a word to be heard. Thing that, gives him the power of fucking his victim even rougher and without hearing his pleading “stops” -even if you never want him to stop-

You can’t be heard, but you can hear. So, he grabs your face in between his fingers, while has you hugged by your waist. “Look at that old couple, they are looking for the animal that just mewled, but it was just you taking my dick. You wanna show them your face while I do?”

You widen your eyes… apparently the sexual abstinence can do this to a sweet man like him. You shake your head, because you don’t really desire for two strangers to see you getting fucked in the middle of the public street… or you do?

Rosinante keeps fucking you, moving your body as he wishes, ignoring your “wait I am coming… I can’t-“ pleads coming from your silent voice. You are like a little doll compared to him, and the bulge forming on your lower belly should be considered like a dynamic work of anatomical and sexual art.

You are overstimulated, feeling like your insides are about to explode and the pressure of a very wet orgasm is about to dampen your and his clothes.

You are not very sure where the couple went, you have lost them… and you don’t mind.

Rosinante on the verge of coming too and couldn’t care a less if you want his seed deep inside you… he can’t hear you say no, in any case. You weren’t saying no, either.

“Take my cum, I think we should be ready to give Law a brother or a sister” he moans in your ear, getting even rougher with you as you are almost convulsing around his dick with a silent climax, legs and leggings soaked and nails carving marks on the log in front of you.

He grunts right in your ear, giving you, perhaps, an actual acoustical orgasm. Soon the chill you might have felt because of your juices getting cold are replaced by the flooding warmth of his cum that will have to stay inside of you for as long as you two need to run away…

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO YOUNGSTERS DOING?! SINNERS!” an old man -the same from the closer cabin- appears with a rusty shotgun.

“SORRY SIR!!!” both run away -you silently, though- laughing…

Oh, young love, risky and passionate is there a better type?

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