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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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cigarette break

pairing: Donquixote Corazon x Reader

word count: 4.200

contents: nsfw, mentions of smoking, femdom, exhibitionism, size kink, hair pulling

a/n: Didn´t write for my man for a long time. I´m so happy I did though. Have fun reading this <3

“And that concludes my report for today. I propose we take a 20-minute break and resume afterward with Diamante’s presentation on the current developments in the underground market.” You snapped out of your daydream, the murky voice of Trebol suggesting a much-needed break. Your boss, Donquixote Doflamingo, quickly agreed, granting the intermission during the long meeting you were attending. As people started shuffling their chairs and leaving the conference room, you slowly stretched your tired limbs, enjoying the relief it brought.

As a member of the Donquixote pirates, you were accustomed to long strategy meetings. However, you despised them and often found ways to escape. Unfortunately, today was different. Your beloved boyfriend, Rosinante, also known as Corazon, had insisted on accompanying you to the meeting, reminding you not to test his older brother's patience.

While you appreciated Rosinante's concern, you couldn't help but feel a little grumpy about enduring Trebol's monotonous statistical reports. Yet, you realized that maybe Rosinante had brought you along to share your burden, as they say, a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. Chuckling at the thought, you turned your head to gaze at Rosinante, who was absent-mindedly playing with the heart-shaped tips of his dark red hood. A smile spread across your lips as you admired his handsome features.

From his strong jawline and nose bridge to the way his blonde locks fell over his forehead, contrasting beautifully with his dark red lipstick, every detail of Rosinante captivated you. His muscular physique, adorned with countless scars, was an added bonus to his loving and caring nature. Sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder how someone as menacing as your boss, Doflamingo, could be related to such a gentle soul. Apart from their towering height of over two meters, there seemed to be no resemblance between them.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back to reality, and you quickly turned your attention to the tall blonde man beside you. With a questioning look, he raised an eyebrow and formed a few hand motions, asking if the meeting was as bad as expected. A bit embarrassed at being caught off guard, you asked, "Pardon?" He chuckled and repeated his question.

"Do you even have to ask that?" you replied, frowning slightly and lowering your voice. "Trebol took ages to finish his tiresome monologue, and now it's Diamante's turn. And, somehow, he's even worse!"

You pinch the tip of your nose with two fingers, exhausted, and let out a sigh. "I'm fascinated that you attend those meetings every time," you say. Your tall lover gently places a hand on your head, patting it soothingly, and smiles understandingly. If he could speak, he would probably offer some comforting words like "There, there." You huff and cross your arms, but still smile at him, appreciating his caring nature.

"But seriously, how do you endure all this endless talking? In the end, Doffy does things his own way anyway," you comment. Rosinante gently runs his fingers through your hair, a low chuckle escaping his lips as you mention his older brother's audacious ways. You close your eyes and relax as he continues to comb your hair, enjoying the sensation.

You wish that moment of him combing your hair would never end, but like all things, it eventually does. Rosinante suddenly stops and taps you softly on your left shoulder. You slowly open your eyes and read the subtle signs he's giving, asking if you want to join him for a quick smoke. "Time for another one, huh?" you chuckle, referring to your boyfriend's habit of chain-smoking.

Considering everything he's been through, you can't really blame him for it. If you were in his position, with a brother like Doflamingo always by your side, you might have given up already. That's why you're grateful he's still here with you, using cigarettes as a coping mechanism.

Relieved to have a break from the meeting, you waste no time in getting up from your seat, excusing yourself and your boyfriend, and following him to the nearby rose garden.

As you step into the open field, you breathe in the fresh air with delight, raising your arms above your head to stretch. You're glad to be free from the uncomfortable red plush seats. It doesn't take long for the scent of burnt ash to fill your senses, indicating that Rosinante has already lit a cigarette. His deep, relaxed sigh confirms your assumption.

"Much needed?" you ask, smiling knowingly as you watch him take another drag with a content expression. He nods in response. While observing him enjoy his cigarette, you can't help but notice the red lipstick staining the tip. You make a mental note to buy him more smudge-proof makeup.

However, that can wait because as you watch your dear Corazon take another drag, a deep, baritone sigh escaping him, a rush of lustful thoughts floods your mind. The way he clings to his cigarette, as if he were starving, only intensifies these thoughts.

"God damn, I wish you would go down on me like you do on that thing," you blurt out absentmindedly, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Corazon looks at you dumbfounded for a moment before his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He nearly chokes on his cigarette in the process.

Relieved to have a break from the meeting, you waste no time in getting up from your seat, excusing yourself and your boyfriend, and following him to the nearby rose garden.

Tone Analysis: The tone of the text is intimate and conversational. It portrays a comfortable and familiar relationship between the narrator and their lover, Rosinante. The language used is informal and affectionateImmediately, you kneel beside him, concerned about his well-being and quickly apologizing for your inappropriate outburst. "Sorry, that was completely inappropriate. Are you okay, Cora?" You gently place a hand on his back, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath his dress shirt.

He nods, assuring you that he is fine, before standing up and dusting off his pants. He retrieves another cigarette from his coat pocket and lights it.

You look at him, worried that you may have crossed a line. However, when you meet his gaze, the familiar heat between you intensifies. The lust in Rosinante's eyes is evident, and you can tell that he is receptive to your advances.

You chuckle at his slightly nervous behavior and close the distance between you. You take his hand and remove the cigarette from his grasp. Placing a hand on his chest, you can feel his heart racing. You examine him for a moment, licking your lips, before taking a long drag from the cigarette, stained with his lipstick, and flicking it to the ground.

Rosinante looks a bit disappointed at the wasted nicotine, but his attention quickly returns to you as you whisper teasingly in his ear. "Don't be sad, sweetheart. You can enjoy me instead." He immediately crushes his lips against yours, his hands exploring your smaller frame.

The taste of smoke lingers in your mouth as your lips connect, eliciting a low groan from Rosinante as he savors the mixture of your taste and nicotine.

You both know that joining the meeting a bit later will displease Doffy, especially after he walked in on the two of you engaging in passionate lovemaking on your shared mattress a few weeks ago. That memory is enough to deter him from interrupting you again.

A moan escapes your lips as Rosinante's fingertips dig into your hips, lifting you up onto one of the garden walls to compensate for the height difference. Without hesitation, you slip your hand into the partially unbuttoned pink dress shirt, teasingly revealing his chest to the world.

With a firm grip, you stroke his chest muscles, earning an excited groan from him. Your hand explores every inch of his smooth white skin, and when his lips part slightly, you seize the opportunity to deepen the kiss, engaging in a heated and passionate dance of tongues.

As your hands move over your lover's trained chest, you hum appreciatively, finally settling on one of his nipples and giving it a determined tug, knowing it's one of his weak spots. Wetness pools between your legs as Rosinante's lips leave a deep, dragged-out moan, sucking in air to control his volume.

"I love the sounds you make so much," you purr, scratching carefully over his pecs. Sometimes you wish he would speak more with his sexy baritone, but you would never urge him to speak more than he wants or can. You don't know the reason for his muteness, but it doesn't matter to you. In situations like this, you can communicate just fine without words and still enjoy each other's existence.

You only part your lips for a brief second to catch some air, but to your surprise, Rosinante uses the opportunity to hoist you up in his strong arms once more, carrying you quickly into the nearest room. He swiftly shuts the door behind him and drops you down on a long red sofa, searching for your lips as soon as he joins you there.

You don't have much time to realize where you are, but as long as nobody interrupts you, you don't care.

As your passionate lover latches his lips back onto yours, a very obvious tent between his legs presses tightly against your spread legs, eliciting a lewd moan from you. "I want you so much, Cora!" you cry out, one of your hands tangling in his blonde locks, giving them a firm tug.

An approving hum escapes his lips, and his skilled hands quickly free you from your pants, giving him access to your most intimate parts. You squirm as you feel his hot breath on you, his brown eyes gazing hungrily at your sex. Just as you want to urge Rosinante to stop staring, a pleasured moan escapes you as two long, thick fingers drag slowly over your moist folds, collecting some of the slick that has gathered. You gasp at the sensation, your fingers curling tighter into Corazon's blonde locks as he spreads you open. Then, without any warning, he plunges his long, lolling tongue between your legs, latching onto your throbbing core.

You cry out in surprise as Rosinante's pink muscle penetrates you deeply, thrusting itself between your tight walls. "Don't surprise me like this, Donquixote Rosinante!" you say, a bit offended but still urging him to continue with a firm grasp on his head. A wide smile spreads over his face at your actions, his hands gripping your thighs to hold them in place as he licks you with vigor. Despite knowing his full name could be quite the mouthful, he's always happy to know that you have no problem using it.

A pleased cry escapes from your lungs as your lover swipes his wickedly long tongue over your folds, teasing your entrance again and again. A deep groan vibrates from his lips when he hears you call his name in a mantra, filled with ecstasy from him pleasuring you. Rosinante couldn't imagine a day where he would ever get tired of hearing it, always happy to serve you as you deserved.

The vibrations of his groan made you moan in response, your eyes shutting tightly as the tension in your abdomen threatened to snap. Pleasured, you called out Rosinante's name once again, your fingers luxuriously running through his tousled hair.

Determined to find your own release, you tightened your legs around his head, although it was unnecessary. Rosinante knew, from the way you pulsed around him, that you were close and he had no intention of stopping now that he had brought you so close. Fueled by your impending orgasm, his large hands pulled you even closer, his hot breath caressing your core, his teeth teasingly scraping over your sex.

It didn't take long for a few enthusiastic thrusts with his tongue and the rising heat in your throbbing core to release with a snap, your orgasm rushing through you accompanied by a satisfied moan. Hungrily, Rosinante lapped up the sweet juices you generously offered, only realizing his own arousal once he had finished pleasuring you.

Trying to catch your breath, one of your hands cupped the face of your lover, lifting it slightly, a content smile on your lips as you admired the wonderful sight before you. With his flushed cheeks and disheveled blonde locks, anyone in the castle could tell that the Heart Commander himself had pleasured you without mercy, as evidenced by the smudged lipstick he wore.

"Now look at you, all beautifully undone for me. You're really giving it your all today, my big boy," you grinned, gently swiping your thumb over his chin to clean up some of your residual juices, noticing the lustful groan that escaped Corazon at the use of the nickname he adored.

Mischievously, you pushed your feet between his legs, smirking at the obvious bulge. "How adorable. Is that for me?" A low, desperate groan escaped Rosinante's lips as he frantically nodded in response. "Wow, so you've brought me another gift? Today, you're truly spoiling me!"

With the grin still on your lips, you reached for the button holding up his white chinos, easily popping it open. Finally free from the confines, a relieved sigh escaped the blonde.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you saw Corazon's hard cock spring free, pre-cum glistening on his flushed tip, begging for friction. "I still can't believe how much pleasure you derive from pleasuring me," you remarked, quickly wrapping your hand around him and giving his cock an experimental tug. "Ngh!" A desperate groan escaped Rosinante as he dug his fingers into your hips, a rhythmic tap indicating his desires.

"Ride me, please?" he pleaded.

You chuckled, slowly lifting yourself up, placing a firm hand on your lover's chest. "As if I wouldn't have done that anyway," you teased, running your fingers through his unruly locks as you guided him into a sitting position on the small red couch.

You try your best to guide his tip to your entrance, but the significant size difference between you makes it a bit challenging. "Help me out, okay?" you concentrate, scrunching your eyebrows, eliciting a light chuckle from your lover. A set of reassuring hands grasp your thighs, lifting you slightly higher so that your throbbing core can meet his glistening mushroom tip.

"Don't laugh! It's not my fault your dick is so unbelievably huge," you pout, resting your hands on Rosinante's bare chest as you slowly attempt to ease yourself onto him. Once again, your lover chuckles, playfully tapping an amused "You're just too small" into your skin.

"Say that again when I'm finished with you!" you huff, offended. Without warning, you forcefully drop yourself onto your lover's sizable tip, causing him to suck in air through gritted teeth as a drawn-out version of your name escapes his lips.

Your eyes widen in surprise, feeling your lover tense beneath you. His gaze quickly scans your own eyes for any response. "D-Did you just say my name?" you ask, still taken aback. Corazon bites his lip, uncertainty evident on his face. "God, damn, that sounded so hot," you huff, sliding a bit deeper onto his thick cock, savoring the way your name rolls off his tongue. "I hope you're ready for this, sweetheart, because I won't stop until I've drained you completely."

As soon as those words leave your mouth, Rosinante moans loudly, thrusting his hips wantonly inside you. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a mark as he passionately sucks on your sensitive skin. You gasp at the sudden sensation, relishing in the way your lover grazes his teeth over your aroused flesh. The delicious stretch you feel while riding Corazon only intensifies your moans. Your nails dig carefully into his broad, scarred shoulders as a corresponding hum echoes from the gentle giant beneath you.

Gradually, your hands find their way back to Rosinante's luscious locks, gently combing through them to fix them slightly. "You look so adorable like this, baby," you chuckle, scratching his neck gently. He groans in delight, his cock twitching inside you.

"Oh? You like that?" you tease, sliding yourself a bit off his rock-hard dick, your mixed juices trailing behind, before plunging yourself back onto him. You grip his neck again, this time a bit firmer, earning a short, breathy gasp followed by a nod. "And here I was thinking you were such a good boy~" you purr, a taunting tone creeping into your voice.

"I can't believe you would do something so naughty like this, especially outside the bedroom. It's downright dirty, don't you think? Anyone could walk in at any moment..." you muse, noticing how he tries to thrust his hips further into you.

"Nu-uh. That's not how we play," you declare, rolling your hips torturously slow, licking your lips with excitement as Rosinante buries his face deeper into your shoulder. A sinful, lust-filled groan escapes his lips as you impale yourself onto him as deeply as you can, the wetness of your velvety insides clouding his thoughts.

As you look down, your eyes widen slightly, noticing a small bulge forming on your abdomen. From the deep rumble emanating from the Heart Commander's chest and the hitch in his breath, it's clear that he has also noticed it.

"This is so intense," you murmur, intending to lift yourself up a bit. However, your tall lover holds you firmly in place with his hands, preventing your movement. Beads of sweat form on his forehead as he exerts mental strength to resist thrusting his hips further into you.

For a moment, you're speechless, not expecting Rosinante to derive such pleasure from the thought of being taken completely by you. You chuckle softly, gently stroking his handsome face to make him look at you. As your eyes meet, you whisper two simple words.

"Do it."

Instantly, uncertainty and concern about hurting you appear on Rosinante's face. He realizes, as he starts to gnaw his lip, that there is likely only one way to push him over the edge.

Suddenly, one of your hands finds its way to his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze even more intensely. With a mischievous grin on your face, you speak with a commanding tone. "That was an order, Rosinante. I don't like repeating myself, so I'll say this only once. Fuck me with everything you've got."

Within seconds, you are forcefully pushed onto your back, the air knocked out of your lungs. Before you can catch your breath, your lover thrusts into you with a force you have never experienced before.

A loud cry of pleasure escapes you as you feel yourself being split open. Grateful that you had already climaxed once, you are wet enough to accommodate your well-endowed lover.

A pleasured cry escapes your lips as you revel in the intense pleasure of being penetrated by your lover. Grateful that you had already reached climax once, you are wet enough to accommodate his size. You moan loudly, only to realize that Corazon's body is trembling as he pulls you into a tight embrace, closing the remaining distance between you.

As Rosinante sets a determined rhythm, your hands begin to scratch his back. The sensation between your legs is both burning and delicious, causing you to feel like you might pass out at any moment. Although Rosinante would have liked to continue in this position, thrusting into you with all his strength, the sight of you taking him completely overwhelms him, and a few moments later, he reaches his climax. Moaning your name, he closes his eyes and releases his hot seed inside you. Hovering over you, sweat dripping from his forehead, his golden locks sticking to it, he remains focused on filling you with his essence. The intensity is too much for you, and seconds later, you have another orgasm, coating your lover's spent member with your own sweet nectar.

As you both come down from your highs, Corazon slowly withdraws from you, accompanied by a lewd noise. His cum begins to leak from your well-used core. Exhausted yet content, you snuggle up to your partner, still disconnected from the fact that walking will be a challenge for the next day. You nearly fall asleep in his arms until he taps a few Morse codes gently on your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, just tired," you reply breathlessly, snuggling closer to him and relishing in his warm embrace. He hums understandingly, pulling you even closer and gently rubbing your belly.

Just as he reaches for his feather coat to retrieve a cigarette, he suddenly stops, as if realizing something. You turn to him, about to ask what's wrong, when you yourself realize the truth, nearly fainting from the shock. "Please don't tell me this is Doffy's room?!"

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cienie-isengardu · 4 years

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The development of Law’s relationship with Zoro - Part 4: Dressrosa, The Breaking Point (Aftermath)

<<Part I: Before Meeting>> <<Part II: Sabaody Archipelago, The First Meeting>> <<Part III: Punk Hazard, The Alliance (A)>> <<Part III: Punk Hazard, The Alliance (B)>> <<Part IV: Dressrosa, The Breaking Point (The Plan Failed)__ (Saving Law)__(Protecting Law)__ (Birdcage, Pica and Doflamingo)__ (Aftermath)>>

Even though admiral Issho alongside with his men officially apologized to King Riku and the citizens, the king made sure the “outlaws” were hidden from marines. Straw Hats, Law, Bellamy and Kyros ended sheltered in Kyros’s home where he once lived with Scarlet and little Rebecca. First time in a long time, the allied pirates were together again. In the night, Sabo visited the house, but beside Zoro, Franky and Robin, everyone was sleeping. The four had a talk about Sabo’s past and the best time to leave Dressrosa before marines will attack them.

Law’s sleep position was much more relaxed and open than the one from the beginning of Dressrosa arc (chapter 794). Maybe it was just the result of total exhaustion and injuries or maybe Law, after so long of stressing and worrying, finally could relax knowing that A) Doflamingo was in marine custody thus no longer a threat and B) he was safe around Straw Hats.

The available room was small but Law could choose any spot to sleep. Instead, he was shown lying close to drinking Zoro (by frame layout alone, again in between Roronoa and sleeping on bed Luffy, this time without any danger around). Zoro most likely planned to stay awake through the whole night for security measures (he has this habit of sleeping just 3 hours per night after all) and taught by experience, Law didn’t have any reason to doubt that if attacked, the swordsman would protect him, the same as he did during battle.

Law didn’t even bother to pretend he was cautious or wary, he simply slept, trusting allies to take care of their safety.

With Zoro, Franky and Robin being the only one awake, there is a high probability they talked about the latest events. How their fights went, what they learned, what to focus on, what to watch out for in the future with angered Kaido as the next goal on alliance’s list. It’s hard to tell for sure if Robin told others about Law’s choice to stay behind and whether in victory or death, share Luffy’s fate. On one hand, it was a choice made under strong emotions, trauma and even the feel of responsibility for Straw Hat’s wellbeing. A choice made because of very personal matters. On second hand, exactly because it happened under such pressure it was the most sincere side of Law Robin had a chance to see for herself. She and Zoro are the least trusting members of the crew and that night was the best moment to discuss in detail what happened and in the process dispel any remaining doubts about Law as their ally. Both saw his determination and fighting spirit, knew he saved their crew members and kept Luffy out of harm's way despite his own injuries and finally, both had some understanding of Law’s hidden goal in Doffy’s destruction. They may not know the whole truth, just the nature of it, but that was enough because Trafalgar did not betray them. And well, he had the suicide feel about himself what could raise some concerns about him too.

I personally think such talk could happen that night, when memories of battle were still fresh in their mind and everyone out cold beside the three of them. The exchange of information could be another reason for the change in Zoro’s behaviour.

For the three days, the Straw Hat-Heart alliance was left in peace by marines. Once again Law was exposed to Luffy’s antics but this time Zoro acted in a more open way, even showing his more usual irritation at other people’s odd behaviour, including his own captain:

Interestingly, there is a visible shift in the arrangement of characters positions - during battle it was usually Zoro-Luffy-Law and the dynamic changed mainly in face of danger. Now with upcoming frames somehow Law was put more often in the middle between the other Supernovas. Even though Trafalgar still kept some tangible distance from others, judging by their (not so strictly stoic anymore) behaviour, it seems like he and Zoro were now more comfortable around each other.

Then the navy finally made its move against pirates. Unlike Usopp, Zoro and Law didn’t show any distress. Bartolomeo and other fighters prepared themselves for such an occasion by securing for Luffy’s group a safe escape route. Instead of running away with his friends, Luffy decided to visit Rebecca - now a princess - and confront her about her family matters.

Zoro reminded Luffy they don’t have time, so he better get it done quick while the rest will wait in eastern port...

and then again, run in the wrong direction.

At this point, Law may have a good suspicion about Zoro’s no sense of orientation (chapter 797). And who knows, maybe he ran alongside Zoro (on picture below, behind Kinemon and Robin), to make sure the infamous Pirate Hunter did not wander unexpectedly somewhere else… that, or both planned to linger behind and secure the group retreat.

The fellow fighters came to their aid, keeping marines far away from Straw Hats. At the same time, Law disappeared without a word, to find and confront recently arrived on the island Sengoku (unless he did mention his intention to Zoro, while they ran side by side??). Frankly, the manga did not provide the reaction of Zoro nor any other member of Straw Hat crew to Law’s disappearance, so it’s impossible to say if they were worried about him or simply trusted in his strength to return on his own on time.

Meeting with Sengoku was one of the most important breaking points for Law. As it turned out, the former fleet admiral treated Donquixote Rosinante - Law’s savior - as a son. And for thirteen years did not understand why his beloved son didn’t follow the order to stay away from Minion Island.

“One day… a soldier I knew died. He was someone I cared about, someone who meant something to me. I took him in as a boy… and treated him like a son… He was as honest and upright a person as I ever knew… and a valuable, trustworthy subordinate. But there was one time, just once in his life, that he lied to me. I had been betrayed… but there must have been a reason for it. Four things disappeared in the chaos of that fateful day. The Barrels Pirates, the life of my subordinate, the Ope-Ope fruit… and a boy with White Lead disease who was with the Donquixote Family at the time.”

Law admitted he was the boy and confirmed that Rosinante left his post and died because of him. Admitted also he didn’t know if the way he lived was what Cora wanted.

First time in 13 years, Law was assured that there wasn’t any hidden goal in Cora’s decision to save him. The man saw a dying, hurt child with the spark of his brother’s madness and decided Law was worth loving and dying for. It was unconditional love, without any “if” or “but”. The “D.” name and the usefulness of Ope Ope no Mi did not matter. Even stopping Doflamingo meant then little. The only thing Rosinante wanted was to save Law and make him finally free. Sengoku literally told Law to not “attach a reason to the love you’ve received”.

Apparently, english “I love you” does not carry the whole meaning of the original phrase “Aishiteruze (愛してるぜ)”. Rosinante’s declaration was along the “I can’t live without you” level of loving someone (x). Now, after so many years of hiding from Donquixote Pirates, planning and scheming and living just to kill Cora’s murderer, Law finally understood the depths of Rosinante’s love. The breaking point is that: Law at last knows (accepts) he was unconditionally loved and now, is free from Doflamingo for good. He can allow himself to finally live without doubts and regrets the way he wants, without a sense of failing some unknown to him expectations. And I think, to some degree, it is the reason why Law’s secretive / introverted behavior changed into a more open, relaxed act around Zoro and Straw Hats. Because he finally could relax, be comfortable with himself.

Due to danger from admiral Issho, Law couldn’t spend more time with Sengoku and had to run to the rendezvous point. Surprising, no Straw Hats waited for him (in the sense, weren’t shown in the frame). Even more surprising is the lack of Zoro between former colosseum fighters in the frontline of the fight. Anyway, Luffy showed up soon after Law but instead of dodging the blind admiral, attacked him. Because to be Pirate King he must face everyone: Warlords, Admirals and Emperors and beat them down.

Zoro in general agreed with Luffy’s reasoning (chapter 799) but did not exactly understand the way Luffy fought against Issho, telling his blind opponent what kind of attack he was going to use. The admiral himself was very surprised by that too, but ultimately accepted and even respected Luffy’s weirdness. In the end, Issho managed to send Luffy flying - what happened to be a favorable circumstance for allied fighters. They catched Luffy and despite Straw Hat’s protest, dragged him to safety. Zoro was happy about that too, but for a different reason - he wanted to take Luffy’s place to fight with a powerful enemy. Bartolomeo thankfully managed to stop the battle-lusting warrior.

Law’s reaction to that event wasn’t shown but once again he had a chance to see Zoro’s insanity when it came to fighting a strong enemy. Zoro and Luffy in that regard were very similar to each other.

Straw Hats-Heart alliance finally got on ship, the Yanta Maria and with the help of people of Dressrosa (who under the pretext of chasing the pirates away, were actually protecting them from the admiral's deadly attack), the alliance sailed away safely.

Zoro and Law's reaction to Yanta Maria was visibly distinctive from pleasant shock of others (open jaws). Zoro smiled, Law, judging by the frown, looked unimpressive. Both their reactions were more quiet and toned down.

On the ship, Bartolomeo and fellow fighters asked Luffy to drink with them “cups of Father and Sons”, to officially accept them as his underlings.

Luffy of course refused, because he A) didn’t like alcohol and B) didn’t want to be captain of such a big fleet. Zoro warned his allies they wasted time trying to change Straw Hat’s mind (and to just give the sake to him). Yet the fighters were ready to force Luffy into accepting the drink. Further Luffy’s explanation only confused everyone (beside Straw Hats) even more. Including Law.

And then Law’s attention immediately turned to Zoro, who, taking advantage of the opportunity, started drinking sake from Luffy’s cup to Usopp’s displeasure.

Finally, Luffy managed to explain his reasoning:

“If I ever think we’re in trouble… I’ll shout for your help. Then you can come save us! I don’t have to be a boss or a great pirate, right?! If you’re in trouble, call for us!! We’ll come and help you!!! I won’t forget about how we fought Mingo together!!

And the Seven Leaders admired and accepted Straw Hat’s decision. But since Luffy was all about freedom, they simply followed his example. Whether Luffy liked it or not, they decided on their own to make him their boss.

Law thus witnessed the founding of the Great Fleet of Straw Hats. And yet, somehow it looked like he was more interested in Zoro’s drinking sake behind Luffy’s back.

When party started, everyone celebrated their great victory (chapter 800):

Luffy, like always, was in the centre of everything. Law, though smiling, kept his distance from Zoro and other partying people. But soon after that Law’s personal space was invaded by Zoro.

The anime expanded this little moment, first showing Zoro approaching Law sitting alone, asking to join the rest. And then, ignoring any protests, just threw his arm around the other man’s neck. Law’s face spoke how much he minded such treatment and had no dignity about that:

During parties, Zoro always spent his time sharing alcohol with people who fought side by side with him (Paulie, Water 7/Enies Lobby) or actually were his opponents (Braham, Skypiea). Zoro didn’t have a habit of forcing people to drink with him or asking (introverted) person who clearly wanted to be alone to join the bigger group. He himself rarely joined larger groups and usually just sat somewhere far from the noise with a few people around. So, Zoro most likely understood Law's isolation since he used to do so himself. Here though he was the one invading Law’s personal space and not giving a damn if the man was happy about it or not. On second thought, if Law didn’t want to join the others, it made sense for Zoro to join him. In a sense, it could be Zoro’s way to break the ice between them. What is even more interesting, considering the palpate distance he kept from Law at the beginning of the story. The second important detail - Law could easily get out of that situation by using Ope Ope no Mi powers. A simple switch of the places and he would be free for good. Yet Law remained, despite how awkward and/or outside of his comfort zone it was.

We may only wonder what made Zoro act in such an uncommon way. Was that respect for Law forged in the heat of battle? Did it bother him that Law after everything was done, still isolated himself? Did it look like Law felt discomfort to be around people he barely knew or interacted with and who all pledged loyalty only to Straw Hats, thus Zoro decided to keep him company?

Zoro initiating physical contact in itself is an uncommon occurrence. Because as much as Straw Hats pirates can - and will - invade Zoro’s personal space, Roronoa is not exactly the type of person open to such contact. Once again, the shift between the beginning (visible distancing) and ending (invading Law’s personal space) of the Dressrosa arc is tangible. Somehow between one and the other, breaking point in Law and Zoro’s relationship happened and changed for good their dynamic. What was seen day(?) after the party (chapter 801):

Law and Zoro sat close to each other, the previous distance gone. Zoro was reading newspapers, indifferent to his surroundings - instead of facing and observing the Heart captain, like he used to do at the beginning. Both men looked like they were comfortable around each other, even despite - or maybe, because of - the shared (forced?) drink. The change in Zoro’s behaviour is diametrical.

Like was said at the beginning, Dressrosa Arc is one big breaking point. It changed the status quo of pirate alliance and Luffy’s position, from rookie pirate to leader of a powerful fleet. It will lead to the complete dissolution of the Shichibukai system and for good push the main hero into collision with Emperors. For Law alone, Dressrosa was like opening old, still not healed wounds but also so needed a moment of catharsis. He was ready to die there, but was saved time after time by allies. In a sense, it was the final test of how strong the alliance was before facing angry Kaido.

Law changed a lot through the course of action. Or maybe not really changed, but like allowed himself to show hidden emotions and trauma. The cold-blooded, scheming pirate who planned to use Straw Hats crew (and spare his own) turned out to be a man willing to sacrifice himself to finish what his savior started but couldn’t do himself. Who came to believe in Straw Hats, as the ones who made miracles happen. Not only Luffy, but the crew as a whole.

The same as Zoro finally saw Law in hopeless, awkward, sometimes outright humiliating situations (anime extension), Law’s impression of Roronoa cracked too. No sense of direction, insanity to laugh at the dangerous enemy and enjoying the thrill of fight, the fondness of alcohol -- all of this created anew image. This time more flawed but at the same time, more real, human. Despite the flaws and awkwardness of previous situations, both proved to be strong-willed, cool-headed warriors one may rely on in difficult times. Zoro stretched out his hand to him, broke the ice, abandoned the distrust that distanced them for a long time. It seems like Law was finally fully accepted by Roronoa and all unsaid things between them settled down for good.

At the same time, the arc showed their similarities. Both were the quiet ones, the type of people who kept distance from others. The ones with pragmatic thinking in contrast to Luffy’s chaotic madness. Zoro for sure was a helpful presence during running from enemies and meeting a weird fighter after another, especially since he did try to keep his captain in check. That it didn’t work for a long time is a different matter.

Anyway, looking at the beginning and end of Dressrosa arc, there is a visible change in how Zoro and Law acted around each other. How the neutrality changed into something more comfortable.

Here comes things worth examining a bit more.

↪ The Seven Leaders pledged loyalty only to Straw Hat Pirates. As long as alliance between Luffy and Law will work, this is not a big issue and to take down all Emperors, every additional help was good. But if ever those two pirate crews will fall apart, Luffy literally just gained a powerful fleet, thus has advantage over rival captain.

↪ Straw Hats & Heart captain worked together to take down Doflamingo. Luffy of course was the one that finished the enemy, but overall, Luffy’s victory was a result of teamwork between pirates, colosseum fighters, marines and common people. As much as Trafalgar Law was well known as the Shichibukai, Luffy and Zoro were in fact the ones that made the biggest impression on people (colosseum fight, defeating Doffy & destroying Pica) and actually interacted during battle with other fighters. Frankly, both showed their charismatic nature that made people believe in and follow them. Luffy became the hope of the whole country. Zoro was the spark that united people to stop the birdcage and brought Luffy the needed time to recover. Law is powerful and has a reputation and knows how to deal with different people to get what he wants, but he is not really good at interhuman relationships in general. Luffy gains friends on the left and right. Zoro, despite being asocial, rude and introverted person, has the impressive air about himself that often makes him look like the coolest person who is not afraid to challenge everything and everyone; for whom impossible does not exist (destruction of Pica, stopping birdcage). Law… kinda lacks in that department.

↪ Because of the made impression on other fighters, there is a big chance Law may have heard some retelling of the events during the party. Luffy and Zoro aren’t men who brag about their exploits, but Bartolomeo and his companions had a lot to share about battle. With so much alcohol and so many strong individuals that were very impressed by Straw Hats deeds, it seems logical that tales of battle would sooner than later be told. Especially by devoted fans like Bartolomeo. Zoro’s daring plan to defeat Pica and stop Birdcage could be recalled by those fighters who saw it themselves, filling Law with missing fragments of the battle.

↪ Frankly, shonen mangas have this one upside down that the final boss must be defeated by the main hero. Which means that characters who actually could do something useful (damaging) to the enemy are pushed to the sideline. Like Robin, who can snap a person's neck from far away thanks to Hana Hana no Mi. Or Zoro, who could join the other Supernovas in their fight against Doffy (either before Law’s threatening injury or after, instead of stopping the birdcage). Or dwarf princess could heal Luffy for a few minutes to finish Mingo once and for good. It’s not exactly a complaint, because it's the standard formula of One Piece story, but because of such, Law and Zoro were pushed into the background, for Luffy to shine. For most of the arc, Luffy was the main figure in the dynamic of Supernova Trio. They did not interact much in words, but the layout of frames - the character position and background activities - created the feeling of the slowly forming bond between Zoro and Law. Now, after Doffy’s defeat, there is a shift next to whom Trafalgar sticks (Zoro) and Luffy is unnecessary for them to interact on their own.

↪ Law didn’t care how high was the newest reward for his head. In contrast, Zoro was pleased to learn his own increased a lot. Even asked for alcohol to celebrate. What could turn into another moment of Zoro dragging Law into drinking.

↪ The last detail (though I’m afraid it may vary from one translation to another) is the way Law addressed his allies. Luffy usually was the Straw Hat-ya. The girls were titled as Nami-ya and Nico-ya. Usopp as Nose-ya, Sanji as Black Leg-ya, Chopper as Tony-ya. Unless I missed it, I don’t think Law addressed Zoro directly to use either his name or made up nickname. They really didn’t talk much throughout the course of the story. There is a chance it happened after freeing Dressrosa - either during the three days when everyone waited for Luffy to wake up or during the party, once alcohol was shared. Zoro, depending on translation, called him either Law or Traffy (or similar form of the nickname).

With the chapter 802, the Dressrosa arc can be considered closed. Now, the Straw Hats-Heart pirate alliance sail to meet their missing crewmembers and to prepare for the fight with angry Kaido. How truly comfortable Law and Zoro became around each other will show the next place: Zou.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #The development of Law’s relationship with Zoro #zoro & law #monkey d. luffy #straw hat grand fleet #my analyze #finally the dressrosa is done #dressrosa arc #man this arc was painful to write down #so many things happenings #on one hand so little zoro & law moments #on another the effects and differences between zoro & law and luffy gave a lot to think about

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“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.” prompt for Corazon I hope I asked right sjejwobsi first time requesting 😵

I’m so thrilled that this is your first request with me!! I really enjoyed writing this one as I tried to capture some complexities in our beloved Corazon’s character! He is hands down one of my favorite characters to write about.

Since you didn’t specify if you wanted male or female, I went with gender neutral just to be safe? I hope you like it, darling! ❤️❤️

description: the complications of sleeping with the “enemy”

warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, steamy Cora content, a lil bit of angst, very much ns.fw

Never Be the Same (Donquixote Rosinante/Corazon)

Word Count: 3378

Your back slammed against the wall with an echoing thud. In an instant, Rosinante’s lips were plastered on your own, sloppy and fervent. A breath caught in your throat and you released it with a low moan into his open mouth. His hands were all over your body, touching and pinching at areas you hadn’t realized were so sensitive. It was as if all your senses came alive with his every touch.

You couldn’t remember what exactly put you in this precarious position; why Donquixote Rosinante was pinning you against the wall of his room with utmost desire. Last you could recall, he had given you a rather rude look in passing, and you, of course, retorted with a snarky comment. You two were notorious for your ceaseless bickering, alluding to what everyone assumed was pure hatred for one another. Did you truly hate Corazon? There was no feasible way, because this desire for him and only him at this very moment was too intense to label as hatred.

He caught your lip between his teeth, pulling rather harshly to get a reaction out of you. It was surprising that such a klutzy dork was making you writhe with pleasure underneath him, even from the simplest of touches. But you couldn’t complain, as you knew the tension between the two of you would snap one of these days. You had assumed your back and forth bickering would end with either you killing each other or fucking each other, and it was beginning to seem like the latter won this time.

"I want you,” He whispered, his chest rising and falling rapidly due to catching his breath. As if further proving his point, he ground his hardening cock against you. Your nails dug into the wall in purchase, desperate to grasp onto something while he held your arms high above you, “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

Your eyes widened as his words replayed in your head like a broken record. Over and over his surprisingly deep, erotic voice lulled in the depths of your mind, causing a strange sensation to warm your lower body. You had always assumed, much like everyone else, that Corazon was mute. His voice had never graced your ears before, and now after hearing it, you came to desire so much more of it.

You crashed your lips onto his own once more, smearing his lipstick along your faces even further. You responded to him with bucking your hips against his groin, circling them to meet his desperate gyrating, “I’m all yours.”

Neither of you could fully grasp the random lust you had for each other nor how willing you were to ravish one another. You had spent so long despising one another, for reasons you couldn’t even remember while his lips littered your skin, hazing your mind with each trickle of his tongue.

He released his grip on your hands in a swift movement. Your arms instantly flung to wrap around his neck all the while your fingers tangled in his hair. A low moan escaped his throat in response to having you touch and need him just as desperately; he was genuinely surprised at your ardor.

It’s been quite some time since Rosinante had been with someone. It wasn’t as if he had forgotten what to do, but he’s never been with someone he had such conflicting feelings for. You were no easy beast to tame, could he really please you? As if you were reading his mind, you hummed in reassurance as his fingers dug into the fabric of your clothed backside. He wasn’t lying when he said he’s never wanted anyone this badly before, but now that he had you, he was a bit nervous on how to keep you, even if just temporarily.

The pace was beginning to bore you, though you were quivering with pleasure all over, you knew if you thought too long about it you would probably change your mind. So, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his bed. He was as unreadable as ever, face red from heated passion and smeared lipstick, eyes dark and clouded. His desperation for you seemed to subside and you were beginning to wonder if maybe he had been the one to change his mind. You couldn’t explain the small rip of your heart at that thought. It’d be so easy to go back to hating one another; perhaps this was a mistake after all.

“Rosi…” You whispered seductively, an endearing nickname you had never used before, rolled off your lips easily. You sat along his bed with your hand still gripped in his own. His tall figure loomed over you, simply peering down at you. A few moments of anxious silence passed before anything was said. Your heart was beating erratically and for the first time, you felt nervous around Rosinante. Suddenly, he crouched down before you, his face mere inches from your own. His eyes would fall to your lips in hazy, shameless movements, as if he was eager to claim them again. But he hesitated. Why was he hesitating?

“Do you really want this?” He began, “Really want me?” What started as two adults shamelessly seeking physical pleasure in one another suddenly ended as two anxious adults seeking reassurance and validity. You two weren’t initially scared of what was beyond the point of no return, your fiery passion clouded all sensible thoughts at that time. But now, looking into each other’s eyes, seeing the visible nervousness that shook both your bodies, the fear of the unknown was too heavy to ignore.

It was beyond physical pleasure now. The thought of intimately mingling with Rosinante made your entire body flush from embarrassment. You felt on the verge of combustion from being under his dark eyes and you had almost wished you could leave the room and forget this entire unfortunate encounter. But, in a state of sobriety, you realized the desire for him never burned out. You could feel your heart racing at his close proximity, your lower regions were aching and desperate even at the innocence of his calloused hand holding yours. You needed him, you wanted him, you craved Rosinante. You couldn’t explain why, and though you still remained terrified of the unknown, you also didn’t want to lose this moment. No part of you could nor wanted to focus on the future or the repercussions of what was about to happen. That would only complicate things. Right now was simple; all you wanted was him.

Your free hand flew to his face while your fingers graced his skin in gentle touches. It was odd of you to touch him so sweetly, you could have easily taken the opportunity to slap and curse at him. He would have understood. But your fingers offered him a soft reassurance that he couldn’t help but lean into. Your eyes glistened with want and he cursed himself for never realizing your true beauty before. His dislike for you was never valid anyway; it was simply a defense mechanism, just like with the kids who joined the Donquixote pirates. You were a capable, young person who deserved better opportunities, something greater than lowlife, selfish pirates much like his brother’s crew. He had hoped his unwelcoming nature towards you would run you off, but you stayed and stood your ground. He’d be lying if he hadn’t secretly found that equally annoying and attractive all this time.

“Yes.” You whispered. Your confirmation drug him out of thought and you surprised him yet again, “I want you, Corazon. I’ve never…”

You didn’t even get to finish what you were going to say before Corazon claimed your lips. The desperation was still prevalent, but there was a more gentle, caring nature to it. The side of Corazon you hadn’t experienced for yourself. Somehow, the heat of your passions were burning even hotter, brighter now as you removed each other’s clothes in eager manners. The desire to touch and kiss every inch of one another’s skin was sending you two in a messy, clumsy frenzy, but it was endearing nonetheless. He smiled in soft apologies as he fumbled with removing your clothes and you could only giggle genuinely at his awkwardness.

Soon, you two were completely bare, skin already moist from the warmth of intimacy igniting between the two of you. He looked down at your naked body that lied so gently underneath him. Corazon’s heart was near an attack as he studied your flushed features and the way you looked up at him so sweetly. For a moment, you two had completely disregarded any past, petty turmoil. Right now, you were willingly vulnerable to one another and you both knew there was no one else you would ever feel this indescribable passion with again.

His long fingers ghosted over your skin in curiosity, brushing over the soft, sensitive areas that sent shivers down your spine. You gasped as his head dipped to cover your neck with soft licks and nibbles as his fingers trailed further south. Your mind was in a new state of bliss as he worked his magic on your sex. He was such a clumsy man, but he surprisingly already knew his way around you. You could tell he was nervous, unsure, so you made an effort to reassure him with moans that you breathed into his ear. It was music to him, to hear you sing so sensually to his touches, and he craved more of it as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Not quite ready to come undone, you flipped his massive figure over to where you straddled his lap. You could feel Corazon’s cock hardening against your thigh while he looked up at you in wonder. In slow movements, you trailed light kisses down the length of his torso, all the while keeping your eyes locked onto his. He was struggling to maintain his composure as his eyes fluttered with each kiss of yours, realizing your intended destination.

You lowered your body until you were straddling his knees, leaning down to leave one last sloppy kiss on his bright red, pre-cum soaked tip. You watched as his mouth opened ever so slightly, a small moan hanging off his red lips, “You really don’t have to…”

Without warning, your tongue lapped at his skin, leaving no inch unmarked by your curious muscle. Ignoring Corazon’s hesitation, you took him into your mouth, allowing a moment for you to adjust at his size before you began a steady bobbing motion. His head threw back in ecstasy as his fingers dug into the sheets on either side of him. He wanted to hold you, but he was still unsure how far he could go with you.

Your eyes were shut tight as you concentrated on sucking him off, all the while trying desperately not to choke on him. You should’ve known he’d be much bigger than you were used to since he was already much taller than you, but you hadn’t expected it to be quite this lengthy. Just the mere thought of his giant cock filling you up was enough to make your sex throb with desire, but also feel a hint of nervousness.

“Fuck, (Name)…it feels…incredible…” He whispered out in breathy pants, a curious hand reaching out to tangle into your hair. You were sucking him so well, but he wanted so much more. His eagerness got the best of him as he awkwardly tried to control your movements, thus resulting in you gagging on his length. He moaned shamefully at the sensation, but retreated instantly, spilling forth numerous whispered apologies.

You attempted to recover and continue, but he pulled your face up to his in order to kiss your soaked lips instead. His kisses were far different from earlier. They were gentle, still fervent, but much more passionate and tender now. His lips held you in a trance. So much so, that you hadn’t even realized he claimed a spot on top of your body once more, a soft hand beginning to toy with your sex again.

“I won’t last much longer if we keep going like this.” He chuckled lightly, “Are you ready to…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childish behavior, the way he blushed and couldn’t quite look you in the eyes as he was seeking permission. He was a bit bewildered at your amusement, but figured that making you laugh was better than making you cry at least. He’s never heard your genuine laughter, aside from in passing, and he wouldn’t be upset to hear more of it.

“Yes, you dork. Just shut up and fuck me already before I change my mind.” You smirked while playfully hitting his shoulder.

Please don’t change your mind.

He simply nodded, reaching for his night stand’s drawer. Pulling the bottle of lube out, he wasted no time in coating his cock with the slick substance. With visible hesitancy, he prepped his tip at your entrance, “If it hurts, please let me know, and I’ll stop.”

You bit your lip as the prior nervousness you felt was beginning to bubble up once again. You were sure it was going to hurt at least a little bit, but you were too driven by lust to not at least try. He awaited your response, so you nodded up at Corazon and inhaled sharply as you felt him slowly push inside you.

A breath caught in your throat and you held it there as your body attempted to relax while he sheathed himself inside. Corazon hissed as the tightness of your hole was driving him mad with desire. He instantly wanted to shove himself deep within you, but he knew he couldn’t just yet. So he made do with a gentle entry, filling you up slowly, inch by inch. Your nails dug into his arms, leaving small crescent markings as the sensation of him stretching you was a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure.

“So tight…” He muttered with clenched teeth, “Are you okay?”

Words were unable to leave you as you were still attempting to take him, so you offered him a small nod. With a couple more pushes, he was finally at the hilt, fully sheathed inside you. He paused for a moment, allowing you to stretch and adjust. The wait was agonizing and his body began to quake from remaining so stiff inside you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, it was taking everything in him to not fuck into your body with haste, “Can I move?”

He watched as you inhaled deeply, and he felt your body beginning to relax underneath him. You gave him another nod, and with that, he retreated slowly from you, only to push back into you with slow movements. You couldn’t stifle the loud moan that escaped you. Switching from completely empty to completely full was overwhelming and your legs were already shaking from pleasure. With a few more slow thrusts, you were beginning to adjust and the pain subsided. You couldn’t believe how full he was making you feel but a carnal desire resonated within you and you began to crave more from him. Your arms flew around his torso to claw into his back while your hips bucked to meet each of his thrusts. He got the hint to increase his pace and so he quickened his hips, watching your every expression.

As he watched you from above, you caught a glimmer of something odd in his eyes; something that had replaced the lust that clouded his dark orbs previously. It was captivating, and it made your heart beat faster than you had liked. What happened to the rough and hasty Corazon that had you pinned against the wall only moments ago?

The way he stared down at you so tenderly, almost lovingly, made you flush from embarrassment and you wanted to look anywhere but at his kind eyes. This was so unlike the straight-faced, indecipherable Corazon you were used to. You’d be lying if you hadn’t found this side of him absolutely charming, but while his affectionate glances and genuine care for your comfort was endearing, you knew that you two didn’t come here for a love-making session; you both simply wanted to get fucked. The question of why each other would have to remain unanswered for now.

“Fuck me, Corazon, please!” The words spilled from your mouth without a second thought, catching the both of you off guard for a moment. As if breaking from a spell, Corazon’s shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he dropped down to kiss you. The kissing was sloppy as he picked up his speed once again and was thrusting roughly into you now. Moans spilled from the both of you into your open mouths. His long fingers tangled in your hair while you clawed at his back, his name hanging off your lips in praises.

“Does it feel good?” He breathed into your neck, lathering it with rough licks and nibbles, “Do you like this?”

“Mmm, yes!” You whined, thoughts growing hazy from the ministrations on your neck added to his sporadic thrusting. You could finally focus on how good he was making you feel, “So fucking good!”

His hands roamed your body, pinching and groping your sensitive areas. Every inch of your body was alight, igniting under his every touch. The headboard was beginning to bang against the wall at his increased force, but you could care less as you only wanted him to continue drilling you into the mattress. He was beginning to fuck you senseless, yet he still looked at you so tenderly. You tried to pay this no mind as his fucking was bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but you couldn’t break yourself from the eye contact.

He was so handsome like this, brows furrowed in concentration, his blonde hair a sweaty mess along his forehead, lips bruised and parted, your name slipping past every now and then. Something was beginning to change within you as you studied him more and more. Amidst his relentless thrusting, a gentle hand caressed your cheek, and somehow, this was enough to finally push you over the edge.

The knot that had been forming since the moment you entered the room finally unraveled, leaving you a writhing, moaning mess underneath Corazon. Seeing you come undone was enough to make him follow after. With a final call of your name, he quickly pulled himself out of your quivering body to spill his seed along your torso. With lazy eyes, you watched as he stood to retrieve a towel from the bathroom. He wiped himself clean first before reaching to help wipe you off.

“It’s okay. I got it.” You muttered, taking the towel from his hands a little more forcefully than you had intended. The idea of him cleaning your body, thoughtful as it was, didn’t settle well with you. His eyebrows rose in surprise for a second, before returning to his unreadable composure that you were so used to. A part of you was beginning to miss the enchantment in his eyes from moments ago, but you were also relieved to know there was a chance that things would return to normal.

“Suit yourself. I’m gonna go bathe.” He strode towards the door, his backside to you, “Feel free to stay if you want.”

Your heart thumped wildly at his offer, but you knew there was no way in hell you were gonna spend a second longer in this room. As soon as the door closed shut, you threw on your clothes and darted out of the room. You had high expectations to return to your normal bickering routines, but the way he offered his bed so nonchalantly made you worry that he had other intentions.

So many questions were racing in your mind; so many images of Corazon touching, kissing, and fucking you replayed in your head over and over. As you made way to your own quarters, you decided to shower as well to help clear your thoughts. It was no use however, as you could still feel the imprint of his lips and hands on your skin as you washed your body. Even under the steaming water, you felt so cold without his presence. You were unsure of so many things but there was one thing certain, nothing between you and Donquixote Rosinante would ever be the same again.

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