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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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what they´re into

✢ characters: Donquixote Brothers + Law

✢ warnings: nsfw, various kinks (read at your own advise)

Donquixote Doflamingo

Domination: It´s not surprising that Doflaming sees himself as something higher than most, born with a certain privilege in regard to others. Combine this with his difficult childhood and the constant fight for recognition of his status by others, and you have the perfect superiority complex. Expectedly this results in his need to dominate his partners to no avail. There will be times he´ll let them take the lead, but not without a guiding grip, always making sure he pulls all the strings in the end.

Bondage: As the inheritor of the Ito Ito no Mi it´s a natural for Doffy to see his enemies bound up in front of him. Unsurprisingly this habit would lead to him developing a liking, to see them on his lover as well, forcing them into whatever position he wants them.

Power Play: You can´t convince me that this guy doesn’t´ get off from having the upper hand over his lover, all tied up for him oh so perfectly snug in his endless strings, making them moan and wince in pleasure or pain as he wishes. This thought alone can keep this guy going on for hours.

Sadism/Masochism: Doffy loves to inflict pain on others. It doesn´t matter if they’re his enemy or lover. Will gladly spank or hit you. If you´re up for it, that is, because different to the fate that awaits most of his enemies, Doffy will have mercy on you when you say so. He´s not a monster after all, right?

Cockwarming: As the king of Dressrosa, Doflamingo has many appointments to attend to. Nevertheless, he´s not one to neglect his duties as your lover. Which is why you´ll end up on his lap from time to time during a meeting, his large cock stuffed deep inside you, keeping you locked in place with a firm and reprimanding grip on your hips, as not to alert the other meeting members. He has to keep up an image after all.

Size Difference: I think this one just comes naturally with his size. He is over 7 feet tall after all, making most if not all of his partners smaller than him. Prepare for the worst if you still can take him whole. This man won´t let go of you.

Exhibitionism: Even though Doffy has a certain pride to uphold as King, the thought of railing you on his throne and the possibility of someone of his dear family entering the room unannounced makes him stupidly hard. He already has his cock inside you during meetings, so why not spice things up even more?

Donquixote Rosinante

Switch: This man is the personification of a tall giant. And as much as he loves to take the lead and show you his love with all the strength he can muster, he´ll also gladly let you take the lead, showing him who he belongs to.

Body Worshiping: Will worship your body, telling you constantly how much he loves every single part while peppering kisses all over you. Don´t ask him to stop with this, because it´ll spur him on, even more, to show you how beautiful you are to him.

Impregnation: Though he would never tell you directly, Rosinante loves the idea of knocking you up for good. He´s totally ashamed about it himself, living the dangerous life he has as a double agent, but after caring for Law and seeing you two interact so happily, he can´t get the thought of expanding your little family some more out of his head.

Lactation: This binds straight to his Impregnation kink. If he knocks you up for good, he´ll literally be at your side 24/7, always trying his best to protect and help you. Due to this, he´ll notice the changes of your body attentively, especially you´re growing breasts, giving them some pretty obvious side glances, the more time passes on, but always reprimanding himself for his dirty thoughts. The first time you´ll leak, there will be no hiding, though, because he´ll be rock hard, trying his best not to latch onto them. If you´ll let him though…oh boy. This man will be in heaven.

Size Difference: Like his brother, Rosi is a big guy, making him taller than most potential partners. He´s absolutely into it though, gladly hoisting you up on his muscular arms either in an act of pure affection or while railing you into the next wall. Loves seeing you take him whole, but if you can´t he´ll praise you nonetheless for how well you take him for your size.

Humiliation: You can´t convince me that he wouldn´t get off if you teased him about his clumsiness. He can´t tell exactly, why, but hearing you slyly commenting on his habit of slipping up and being a total lost cause without you, brings some very deep hidden urges out of him.

Outdoor: As the user of the Nagi Nagi no Mi, he loves to use his power to close off all space from his and his lover's most passionate moments. Inside as well as outside, that is. And if he´s honest, he´ll probably favor the latter, not because of the danger of getting caught, but the absolute trust you lay in him and his ability to extinguish all noises you two make while getting it on.

Trafalgar D. Law

Medical Play: As a doctor, this one comes naturally with Law. He´d always been the weird kid, so this kink was never one he felt too awkward about, though he absolutely understands if you´re not up for it. Will think that it´s a shame though because he would love to fuck you on his operation table or even use his Ope Ope no Mi on you, to bring you a completely new level of pleasure.

Sensory Deprivation: Loves seeing his partner blindfolded or deprived of their senses in some other way, relishing in the way they´re other senses are keener than before. If he trusts his partner a lot, he also doesn´t mind being deprived of them himself, letting himself loose for once in his life

Role Play: Another perk that comes with him being a doctor. If you´re not up for some doctor games though, he´ll gladly engage in other Role Play that involves authority positions with you.

Electrostimulation: Developed this kink after he developed Counter Shock as an Attack. Would love to send low electric shocks through his partner if they get something out of it, trying to look, at how much they could handle.

Shibari: Loves to tie him and his partner up prettily in red silky velvet ropes. He´s very good with his hands (he sews his own clothes after all), making him bind even the most difficult knots with ease.

Body Decorations: This guy is covered in tattoos and piercings, so I can´t see why he wouldn´t like them on his partner. Will appreciate them accordingly if they´re done properly. If you compliment him on his own, he´ll be very happy but totally embarrassed, just retorting a muffled “Shut up”. So be prepared.

Handcuffs: Doesn´t matter if they´re on his partner or himself and you can´t convive me otherwise. (I mean, did you see handcuffed Law on Wano?!)

Brat Taming: We all know our dear doctor has an awfully bratty attitude. If you´re up for it, he´ll challenge you to tame it. He´s quite a mouthful at the beginning, but I assure you, that he´ll be a moaning mess at the time you´re done with him

#one piece #op #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #anime #manga #one piece x reader #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote corazon #donquixote brothers #corazon x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law #donquixote rocinante #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #my stuff #one piece x you

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writer12 · 7 months

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Recently I wanted to start watching 'Spy x Family' and I came up with the idea of Rosinante (Corazon) x Y/n.

This is a modern AU. Law is your son, who is sick with a very rare disease, Amber Lead. You are a doctor and are trying to help your son fight an illness. He is your own son and his father, although he died when Law was a couple of years old, but at thirteen years old he tries not to forget his own father.

One day, when you came to the hospital with your son for monthly treatment, one of the nurses told you that some man gave a round sum of money for the treatment of sick children and your son. This man turned out to be Rosinante and he fell madly in love with you when you and your son personally thanked him.

Since then, Rocinante has been trying to visit you and participate in your son's life. Law does not trust the man, and rightly so. It turned out that Rosinante works in the mafia, where his brother Doflamingo is the leader, which means there is a lot of danger from him.

I hope to write a story about this and maybe a few chapters soon where the family of you, Rocinante and Law becomes a real family.

#one peice #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece × reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law #corazon #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #one piece rosinante #rosinante corazon #op rosinante

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bas-writes · 2 years

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Hey, could I get a headcanon about s/o getting gravely injured because of an accident for Doflamingo and Corazon?

Oh gosh, I have struggled horribly with Rosi's part but I have somehow dragged myself to the result I'm finally confident with.

Their S/O Gets Gravely Injured

Characters: Doflamingo, Rosinante Reader: gender neutral CW: injured reader, vague mentions of violence, alcohol consumption

Doflamingo

Many conflicting words can be used to describe Doflamingo’s twisted and complicated relationship with people whom he cares about, but one thing is sure—he’s madly possessive and protective of them, as long as they’re loyal to him. If a single hair falls from their head—without his knowledge and consent—he’ll burn a whole kingdom to the ground.

And you’re someone even closer, even more dear to him. Someone whom he trusted enough to engage into a romantic relationship. You’ve reached the deepest, the most mysterious realms of his heart. No wonder he values you over everything aside from himself.

And now you’re hurt. Possibly dying.

Doflamingo is a burning rage. Guilty or not, whoever crosses his path in the wrong moment will be shredded into pieces. Your blood was spilled, so he demands the payment, in hundreds if not thousands of its worth. If he can’t get the responsible ones in his hands on time, the more brutal and painful their price will be once he finds them.

It’s one of the rare moments when Doflamingo’s thick walls of self-control are breaking, revealing the traumatized, hurt heart he deeply buried and secured. He had lost many among the loved ones (a good number of them with his own hands, but he feels he was forced to do it) and all of the memories are hitting him at once. Especially the one of his mother, the image of life gradually leaving her body right in front of him, day after day as he watched helplessly… He thought he forgot already, but now he has every little detail visible as if it was happening right in front of him again.

He spends insane amounts of money for the best doctors, medications and care—but refuses to see you through the whole treatment. He claims he’s a busy man, too busy to keep guard over an unconscious or sick person. But in fact he’s too afraid to break in front of you or, worse, in front of other people. He’s worried, he’s scared, he’s hurt—and doesn’t want to acknowledge any of that.

You can see a significant change in his behavior once you’re back in good shape. When you two reunite, Doflamingo doesn’t let you go away even for a second. He’s always been a possessive man, but now he exceeds himself, as if he was afraid something will happen again, if he will stop looking even if for only a second…

Rosinante

Rosinante not only is clumsy as hell, but also possesses a temper he could share with a whole country and his brother—and still would have more than needed to set a city on fire because of a fury attack. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he doesn’t always control where and how he falls. And once it explodes, his fiery temper causes way too many problems…and creates too many foes.

There’s a big chance the accident is his own fault, more or less directly.

His love is as passionate as the fire that runs in his veins. He likes to joke he would burn the world for you, but he means even more: he’d burn himself for your sake. He swore to protect you with all his might and yet… The verge of emotions running through his mind could kill a man of a weaker will: he’s scared, furious, shocked and ruined, all at the same time. How could it happen? Why did it happen to you?

He blames himself a lot and doesn’t try to hide it. Even if the first words he says sound more like scolding, pleading—as if you could snap yourself out of a serious condition just like that—they’re in fact full of pain and helplessness. He’s a soldier, a spy, a pirate—not a doctor. He can’t help you once he fails his self-imposed mission. And having his hands tied just breaks his heart.

Of course, he’s going to do everything to get you needed help. But even if he succeeds, the pang of guilt doesn’t leave him for a long, long time, even after you recover and the whole affair remains nothing but an unpleasant memory. The guilt pushes him into desperation and desperation—into fiery anger. He’s a ticking bomb until he’s 100% you’re alright.

Not a single crumb of his anger and worry is revealed to you, though. Rosinante does his best to control himself when he’s close. He can’t do much about your physical state, but at least he can take care of your mood; all the negativity stays outside, around you he has nothing but angelic smile and protective aura as he gently squeezes your hand or brushes hair out of your face.

The first thing he does when you’re announced safe and sound and healthy is drowning his relief in alcohol while celebrating. He’s prone to overdoing when he’s stressed, but he kept himself in line during your recovery. The dam breaks, there are many drunken apologies, many promises and a gigantic—but happy—hangover.

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nehswritesstuffs · 10 months

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Cora Week 2023 - 3 - Season

It’s Cora Week, everyone, so time to celebrate our favorite doomed puppy clown with some fic!

Prior fills: Smile [FFN/AO3] - Gun [FFN/AO3]

580 words; trying to make sense of meteorology and hydrology in One Piece will make someone’s brain implode, so unless we get an explanation later on I’m going with the “fuck it” approach; the reasons Cora knows what he does is actually a huge clue into everything about him and it’s, like, good for him

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Few things were harsh like a North Blue winter.

Bitter cold whipped through the air and stung at Rosinante’s cheeks. It was different than the cold that seeped in through the nights of his childhood, with the thinner air that was artificially dehumidified when the foggy season settled in. No… this was heavy and moist—it had a quality he could only really describe as solid. Winds were more solid at sea-level and it made him chilled down to his bones and then some. Snow was going to move in soon, a warm air current from the West bringing with it all the moisture it could.

“I don’t get it,” Law grumbled in his side. The teen tried to pull the feathered cloak tighter around them, hoping for more warmth against the frigid air. He shouldn’t’ve come out for Rosinante’s cigarette, but the brat insisted.

“What’s not to get? It’s cold.”

“How do we get rain from the West Blue? I thought the Grand Line was in the way.”

Ah. That. “It’s only mostly in the way. The moisture in the air actually travels over what makes the Calm Belts calm and skips a decent portion of the Grand Line, since it has weird weather to begin with and the Calm Belts are actually one giant blanket of calm insulating Grand Line weather from the Blues and vice versa. We share a lot of our air with the West and our water with the East… though there are exceptions.”

“That’s… weird.” Law clung tighter and Rosinante felt bad. He threw the cigarette nub in the ocean and carried the boy back into the rock niche they were currently hunkered down in. They had provisions enough—it was Law’s health that was the most concerning part. “I don’t like weather—it doesn’t make sense.”

“It makes enough sense as anything in the world,” Rosinante shrugged. He sat down and let the kid crawl into his lap and cuddle close—Law doing so without feeling weird about it was a luxury he knew they were only really afforded by his height. “I can tell you how it works, if you want.”

“No thanks; I’ll stick to medicine. That at least makes sense.”

“Then explain, medically, that thing Buffalo ate and how it doesn’t strangle him to death.” A grunt. “See? Can’t fucking do it, can ya?”

“Devil Fruits are variables anyhow.”

“They are, but there’s more to it than that.” Rosinante braced himself as another gust of wind made it into their little sanctuary; maybe there would be enough driftwood around the pile of rocks they were parked on to sustain a fire for a few days. “Hey… when you’re better, let’s go to the East Blue. It’s warmer there.”

“Cora-san… I doubt we’ll find a hospital in time…”

“Nonsense! If we don’t find one here, we’ll go to the Grand Line! There’s an island that’s full of doctors! It’s cold as balls, and we’ll have to make sure we take the correct path, but they’ll help you if no one in this fucking sea can get their heads out of their asses! Only a little bit more time, Law… you’ll see.”

“Sure…” The teen burrowed further into the feathered cloak and whimpered in pain, hoping that the adult did not hear. Rosinante simply hugged the boy a bit tighter, hoping that he would be wrong about one thing in that the new day would bring at least a break in weather.

#CoraWeek2023 #Donquixote Rosinante #Donquixote Rocinante #Trafalgar Law #One Piece #fan fiction #I love these wee babbys #I imagine that Rosi knows weird shit bc of some weird CD education program and/or his parents taught him #there's worse things honestly #I'm actually finished with all the prompts now I am doing so well by artificially nerfing my word output lol #now I can just keep posting casually while writing more seagull fic lololol #Trafalgar D. Water Law

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conquiistador · 1 year

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There was blood on the marble floor. Like mirror glaze. The body twitched, a painful, gurgling breath, as if made underwater. Black feathers lay scattered, resembling the remains of dead crows. His brother maybe --- MAYBE attempted to tell him something. To say one last thing but - there was no air left in him. The heart in his chest ; DOFLAMINGO’S HEART. Slowly. Slowly it stopped beating. Like the ending of a song. The ending of his life.

Doflamingo woke up abruptly. With a jerk of his whole body. It took him a moment to realize that it was all a dream. He wavered between relief and disappointment. He missed him. He’d admit that to himself, here in the early morning hours. The sun breached the gap between the curtains with its pale gold. He missed him. He’d kill him all over again if it meant he could see him one more time. Though it had been a dream and a fantasy, he still wished his mind would’ve allowed him to hear what Rocinante had to say. Even if it was just fiction. No, he was not meant to hear those words. They would not comfort him. He wasn’t looking for the other’s forgiveness - it was Rocinante who should request that FROM HIM, not the other way around. Doflamingo lay back against the silk pillows, his breathing easing down until his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He rarely had these nightmares ( when dark dreams found him, they were filled with smoke and fire ), and even rarer did they visit him in spring. --- Summer was permanently residing on Dressrosa. It was the months of winter that would make memories of Rocinante surface. He wondered what had triggered these unpleasant thoughts. He didn’t mind remembering his brother, in fact, he preferred not to forget him, but --- He should not be haunted by him. He didn’t believe in ghosts.

#ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶰᵒʷ ;; rocinante.#[ SIMPLY HAD THIS IMAGINE IN MY HEAD HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN ]#ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰˡʸ ᵈᵉᵐᵒᶰ ;; ic.

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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cool, well I'm glad s6 stuck to the structure and simply did the 6th book + even set up the laconian conflict, rather than try to ignore that part

the thing as well being that 6-7 has a pretty big timeskip, so really everyone could get back together in 10-20 years and do the last third if they wanted and had cash

notices that if this is the final bit that'll ever be filmed how yes there are questions, but for the characters it's a net-win. they blast off into space, they're okay, marco inaros was beaten, the belters have actual political influence, filip even survived

which is how the book ends as well, but I went straight into the next one and realised pretty quickly that the last third is far more tragic overall.

different stories depending on where you end them. at least they all got some good years with each other despite the ending of the books, in some ways that's the real win of a story like this. and ending it on a question in the show (that yeah, I know the answer to because of the books, but still) has a kind of fulfilment to it -- where do they go next, what comes next, will they be safe and content forever, who cares right now, they've got a ship and a family and all of space

#i think if they were to do the last third -- drummer would be more prevalent i imagine #(possibly taking on sabas role....?)#they could do the plot with alex' kid travelling through the ring-gate #but who would get alex' emotional narrative related to his kid #i imagine bobbie's and clarissa's storylines would be very similar #same goes for the rocinante as a whole #the expanse

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gugu-plum · 1 year

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((ak)) i'm probably way off mark but to me the last scene of sn was ulpianus and the last knight riding a horse (rocinante best mount) into the sunset

#tag:ak #yes i want to know what will happen to jordi / how irene becomes an ri op / what kind of shenanigans tlk will do later / and WHY ulpian #followed (?) last knight but #my brain was strufggling to imagine that last scene #like were they standing on a reef? floating on the ocean surface? was ulpianus swimming while tlk atop rocinante?#were the 3 of them swimming? were tlk and ulpianus both atop rocinante?#i need an SN anime. probably #imagine shark and amaia's dance!! animated

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tamaotomoe · 10 months

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moving observation threads from twitter to here because site's on fire now lmao.

i think its interesting that don quixote’s current ids are all two sides of an extreme that comes from her current incarnation’s middle ground of deluded, but not mad, yet still deaf to the reality of the city and its fixers.

disclaimer that i haven't finished don quixote yet, i'm still partway through reading, but i have seen and listened to summaries.

first, w corp and shi association

this is the don quixote that has been swung too far and too hard into reality that it breaks her (admittedly, one much harder than the other, but still). much like throwing a child into a whirlpool to teach them how to swim, don quixote is plunged deep headfirst into the innate cruelty and suffering that the city runs on.

w corp don shows us the moment where she breaks. (a note, the way the narrator reads here is quite perfect for the city, no? the truth behind the carriages is something to be abhorred and disgusted by, but because this is the nightmare hypercapitalist hellscape that is the city, it is merely something to take disgust at once and learn to deal with it.)

shi association don quixote is the one that's already far, far too deep in the hole to ever go back to her old self. just took several baseball bat hits to her psyche for years and years. of course, how could this not happen? it takes a maniac to think that assassinating people on the whims of whoever pays you no questions asked is how an idealized hero of justice should act.

she can still act like her usual, jovial self, cracking jokes and being happy, but this mask is much thinner, and is such; just a mask hiding her true, broken self. she cannot unsee what has been seen, and her ideals have to contend with the reality that she is seeing. she can try to abide by those once lofty, knightly ideals, but in these ids, the city will crush it over and over again.

(hey fun fact i did this study/observation because i noticed that w corp don quixote's out of combat passive is called "broken spirit". for a long time i assumed it was n sinclair's until i looked closer lmao)

and now we have n corp don quixote!

this is the delusion cranked to an absolute maximum, uncaring, unhearing, unseeing of everything but whatever justice she deems fit. there is no person more terrifying than one who commits atrocities fully believing that they are in the right.

how don quixote could even end up like this, i think is quite possible. i would think that for someone who idealizes justice, just the right words, the right kind of manipulation can easily sway her into nagel und hammer's fold. i certainly find it a likelihood that the one who grips faust could just go "heyyyy we're good guys trust us we're the true justice :)" but like you know with more tact and manipulation and don quixote would probably fall very hard into that.

ironically, by falling, she betrays the ideals that once guided her, but being fed nagel und hammer's doctrine like this, i imagine that she still wholly believes that this is justice, this is the ideal, not noticing that what she once was is dug so far and deep into her delusion that it is not even by her own will that she walks, it is now the one who shall grip faust that will tell her call her to heel or run or attack.

for a bit of fun symbolism, in the story for nagel und hammer donqui, she still wears rocinante (her sweet sneaks bro!!!) under her armour.

if don quixote states as such, that they are comrades that bring justice together, then she has failed. that justice is long gone and buried under doctrine, and the final remnant of that justice, rocinante, has been covered up in the armour of an inquisitor, never to tread the earth nor see that ideal justice enacted ever again.

with all this, i conclude that i think that what don quixote's story will be about is the balance of seeing reality in front of her for what it is, learning how to accept this and yet still stand strong and sturdy despite it, holding onto those hopeful ideals that guided her so far and continues to guide her without straying from her path.

i think she shall grow into someone who the city can harm her as much as it likes, but no matter what, she will not bow nor break.

#limbus company #don quixote #don quixote lcb #Emile begins casting Coherence.#oh this is. long. i'm uh. im sorry.#lcb #observations #they be uh. they be observing and shit. man. uh.#on a side note i would love to discuss shit like this. like deep character study.#but also i am shy.

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silenceofthecookies · 8 months

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Top shelf - Rocinante x reader (GN)

Genderneutral reader Warnings: none Word count: 713

More and more clouds were rolling in, blocking out the bright rays of the sun. Judging by the color, it would rain soon. With a sigh, you walked to your closet and grabbed one of your sweaters. It seemed summer was officially over, and fall was coming. The thought saddened you a little. For 3 months, you had enjoyed the rays of sunshine on your skin, sitting in front of the fan, having an excuse every single day to go swim... but now, that was all over.

Not wanting to ruin your mood, you started thinking about everything good about fall. The beautiful colors of the falling leaves. A nice hot beverage to warm you up from the inside. Soft blankets to sit under. Nobody forcing you to go outside because ‘it’s such nice weather’. And how could you forget? Sitting side by side with your lover, his coat wrapped around both of you.

There was something safe about sitting together with Rocinante like that. You were never sure if it was his height, the warmth of his body and his coat, or the way he’d always casually sneak his arm around you to hold you close.

A cold wind coming through the open window snapped you out of your thoughts. You closed the window and left your room, hoping to find the person who had been occupying your thoughts for the past few minutes. You found him pretty easily, standing outside to smoke. You smiled and opened the door, peeking only your head out, wanting to stay in the warmth of your home.

“Cora, I’m a little cold so I’m gonna make hot cocoa. Do you want some?” It was as much a question as it was a subtle hint. ‘I’m cold, so come snuggle me’. Rocinante only nodded in response, still pretending to be mute in case someone overheard.

Satisfied with the answer, you walked towards the kitchen, ready to make some hot cocoa. First you opened the fridge, noticing the milk was on the top shelf. You grabbed the little stool you had in the kitchen, just for occasions like these. The house was made for Rocinante’s size after all, and you were smaller. Once you got the milk, you went to grab two big mugs. Noticing the bottom shelf of the cupboard was empty, you groaned. You looked at your trusty stool, but realized that you’d have to get something bigger to reach the mugs. The chairs at the dining table would do.

As you were pulling the chair to the cupboard, Rocinante entered. He smiled as you struggled with the size of his house. From the moment you had moved in with him, it had been an obstacle. But no matter how often he had offered to grab things for you, you’d always insisted on doing it yourself, climbing onto everything in the kitchen to get what you wanted.

“Babe.”

You were standing on the counter, your back facing him, holding on to the shelf you were looking into. Rocinante recognized the tone in your voice, and already was struggling to suppress his laughter. You slowly turned to face him, holding the bag of cocoa powder in one hand, while holding on to the shelf with the other.

“Can you stop putting everything on the top shelf?!”

Rocinante couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing loudly at your outburst. He had been putting everything on the top shelves on purpose as a way of teasing you. For weeks now, he had been waiting for you to notice. And your reaction was worth it. Seeing you standing on the counter, a little frown on your face, holding on to the bag of cocoa powder. You looked so small. And so done with his shit.

Noticing your struggle to safely climb off the counter, Rocinante walked towards you and picked you up, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just that you look cute climbing on everything like that.” “I am not cute!” “If you say so. Now, let’s make that hot cocoa, you went through so much effort to grab everything, after all.” Rocinante couldn’t stifle his laughter anymore at the end of the sentence, laughing loudly while still holding you against his chest. “Oh fuck you, Roci”

#rocinante x reader #donquichote rocinante x reader #corazon x reader #corazon x you #rocinanite imagine #corazon imagine #rocinante x you #donquichote rocinante x you #donquichote rocinante #corazon #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #cookie writes #queued post

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roseaesynstylae · 11 months

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I like to think of One Piece boys trying to be allies to women and LGBTQIA+ people.

Sanji: Likes to see women smiling, in that he wants to make them smile and doesn't ask them to. Is trying to unlearn his beliefs about women.

Zoro: "I do not care if you are a women. I do not care if you are trans or gay. I will fight you."

Usopp: Has made it a point to never interrupt a woman or not take her seriously. Makes an exception for the first in life-threatening situations, though.

Brook: Has stopped asking for to see women's panties. Has instead started asking their opinions on music.

Jinbei: If you catcall, slut-shame, or victim-blame, he will politely ask if the woman/women in question want to handle it herself/themselves. If they don't, he will teach the person in question a lesson in respect.

Franky: If he can run around in a speedo and receive little to no sexual comments, women should be able to do the same. He is trying to spread this view.

Luffy: Has little to no idea why people treat women and LQBTQIA+ people differently. Will happily beat up anyone if they start being weird.

Law: "I treat everyone equally. That is to say, I have no qualms dismembering, snarking at, or killing them. I don't discriminate."

Kid: Equal-opportunity murderer.

Killer: If a man gropes a woman is front of him, he gropes the man and sees how he likes it. Then he beats the guy's ass (often fatally). He may be homicidal, but he has standards.

Bege: "If Pez is gay, or figures out that he's actually a girl, that's fine. I'll be happy with a son-in-law or a daughter."

Ace: Is happy to be eye-candy. Thinks that it's only fair.

Kaido: Doesn't misgender people. He has a son, thank you very much, and as badly as he treats Yamato, he will hurt anyone who uses the wrong pronouns.

Izou: "Misgender my sister and I'll fucking kill you."

Katakuri: Put down his sisters and die. Misgender his siblings and die. Imply that there's anything wrong with their orientation and die.

Rocinante: Firmly believes that virginity is a social construct and that women being identified by their relationship to men is the stupidest thing imaginable. (I headcanon him as being just an ally [or, to put it more accurately, a guy who has basic decency] in general.)

#one piece #sanji #roronoa zoro #usopp #brook #jinbei #franky #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #eustass kid #killer one piece #capone bege #portgas d ace #kaido #one piece izou #charlotte katakuri #donquixote rosinante

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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?!"

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote corazon #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote rocinante #doflamingo #donquixote pirates #writing

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Don Quixote and the Windmills by Gustave Doré

Don Quixote on his horse Rocinante charging full-tilt at a windmill, imagining it to be a giant, with disastrous result as Sancho Panza next to his donkey watches.

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Mafia × Family | Part 1

Synopsis: You are the mother of Law, a thirteen-year-old boy suffering from Amber Lead. During one of your visits to the hospital where you work, it turns out that some man gave a tidy sum for the treatment of your son and sick children in this hospital.

AU: Modern AU

Your car pulls into the hospital parking lot, and while you are looking for a parking spot, your son Lo looks boredly out the window of the hospital building. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your son’s condition and smile, trying to cheer him up.

“Are you ready, Law? The nurses said that this time there will be a full examination, but if all is well then this time you will not be in the hospital for more than one day." you said, hoping that your son would at least smile a little and relax.

"…I don't like it here." Law responded a few seconds later. “The food here is not as tasty as at home and I am under constant supervision. Also these nasty needles…”

You continued to look for a free parking space on the road, but still tried to cheer up your son. “I understand, dear, but when the disease passes you by—”

“What if the disease doesn’t go away?” Law interrupted you. “I have been under the care of you and other doctors in the hospital since I was a child, and the drugs are too expensive and don’t even help. My father was also treated the same way all his life, but why didn’t he survive then?”

Your smile weakened slightly, but you were still positive. "...Law, your father and I tried our best to overcome the disease, but failures always happen in life."

“Then this is a stupid life and failures...” said the Law and continued to silently look out the window.

You sigh and finally park the car. Together with Law, you got out of your car and walked to the hospital together.

A couple of hours later, you were sitting on a chair in your fellow doctor's office. The doctor entered the office with your son and sat at her desk reading the documents, and Law sat next to you.

"…Well, the results are much better than last month." said the doctor. “The spots on Law’s body became a little smaller, and the pain in his body also became a little less.”

You smile upon hearing this news and put a reassuring hand on your son's shoulder. “You see, Law. A little more and the disease will subside.”

Law nodded silently, and the doctor reviewed the papers and her smile faded slightly. "…Actually, Law can leave the room?" asked the doctor.

You didn’t have time to say anything because Law interrupted you. “No, I won’t leave. This is my disease and I need to know what it’s doing to me.”

You looked apologetically at the doctor and she sighed. “Okay… Your illness, Law, although it has begun to slowly recede, we still don’t know how to cure you. Medicines only delay so that the disease takes hold of you completely, but they are very expensive and so far there is not enough money in the fund to buy you a new dose of medicine."

Law was silent for a few seconds and looked down at the floor. "…So I can repeat my dad's fate." he muttered under his breath.

You sighed and looked at the doctor. “Do you know how much money is in the fund now?”

The doctor shrugged. "The amount is quite small, but as soon as the amount reaches the required amount, we will inform you."

You nodded and stood up, taking Law's hand. "Thanks, Doc. See you in a month as usual." You said and left the office with your son while the doctor nodded to you goodbye.

A couple of minutes later, you were both sitting in the hospital lobby, drinking water from the cooler. Law looked at his glass of water and then at you. “…Mom, what if the required amount never comes together?”

You took a sip of water and patted Law's head. “Don’t say that, you should always hope for the best. Plus, I can always take extra shifts at work and find a part-time job. I will do anything for you, darling."

Law smiled faintly for the first time that day and took a sip of water. So you both calmly drank the water for a few seconds until one of the nurses came over to you. “Sorry, aren’t you busy, (Y/n)?” asked the nurse.

You shook your head and raised an eyebrow. "No, what happened?"

The nurse nodded. “A man just donated a large sum to the fund. This amount is enough to buy Law several packs of anti-Amber Lead medicine.”

You and Law looked at the nurse in surprise. Why would some stranger give up so much money for a child he first saw on TV somewhere? You both didn’t know the answer, but you sincerely wanted to say “thank you” to the man. “…Is this person still in the hospital?”

The nurse nodded "But I have to warn you, this man is a little…weird." she said and pointed to the hospital reception.

You looked at the man and raised an eyebrow while your son frowned slightly. The man who paid the money to the fund looked really strange. His shirt was slightly pink with hearts on it and he wore a black feather coat on top. On his head he had some kind of dark red hat with ropes, at the ends of which there were also hearts. A little bit of blond hair peeked out from under his cap and he had strange makeup on his face: a blue multi-angled star under his right eye and his lipstick was placed not only on his lips, but also on his cheeks. This man stood at the reception desk and signed some papers.

The law was still slightly frowning at the stranger. “What a freak…” the boy muttered and then looked at you. "Mom, don't."

You shook your head and took Law's hand. "Thanks to this man, you and the other children in the hospital are receiving medicine. We have this stranger to thank."

Law was still muttering something angrily under his breath and trying to stop you, but you didn’t pay attention to it and, together with your son, approached the strange stranger. You coughed into your fist, attracting the stranger’s attention and he turned to you. It turned out that the man had a lit cigarette between his lips and you, although you still missed your dead husband, could not help but notice that the man’s face was very handsome, especially when his face stretched out slightly while looking at you and his eyes widened slightly.

You smiled friendly looking at the stranger. "Hello, I am (Y/n), the mother of one of the children to whom you transferred money for treatment. We would like to personally thank you and let you know that this is very important to me and my son Law."

The stranger's eyes widened a little more, the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth and a blush appeared on his face. He stood there silently for several seconds, looking at you, until he felt your son’s gaze and coughed into his fist. “No need for thanks, ma’am, I just did what I thought would be best…” he said and turned his gaze away from you and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "…My name is Corazon, by the way."

You raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Corazon? Are you from Spain?"

“Oh no, he’s also a Spaniard…” Law whispered displeasedly under his breath.

Corazon looked at you in surprise. "Y-Yes, I spent my childhood there. How did you know?"

You smiled. “I work as a doctor in this hospital and sometimes treat immigrants. One of the immigrants was from Spain and, as a thank you, taught me the basics. Moreover, Spain is such a beautiful country. Beautiful views, rich culture and delicious food.”

“High unemployment, high taxes and medical problems…” whispered Law under his breath, clearly angry and distrustful of the stranger, and tugged at your sleeve while looking at your wristwatch. "Mom, it's time for us to go home."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at your wristwatch. "Yes, you are right." You took Law's hand and looked at Corazon. "It was nice chatting, Corazon, but it's time for me and the Law to go. Thanks again for donating money to the fund and goodbye."

You turned to leave, but Corazon's voice stopped you. "Before you go…can you tell me if we'll meet again?"

You looked over your shoulder at Corazon and the outside appearances. “I am in this hospital from Monday to Friday, and on Tuesdays I take Law with me. I will be glad to see you again, Corazon." you said and walked out of the hospital with the Law, leaving Corazon in the hospital corridor. He chuckled with a smile and looked at your back with a warm gaze…

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Oh my God, I finished this! This is my first long work here and the first part of a work that I want to continue many more times! In the future I will try to add all the characters like Doflamingo and his whole team, so stay tuned! Good luck to everyone and look forward to my new works! Bye!

@megatqistina

#one peice #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece × reader #one piece x reader #rosinante corazon #corazon #one piece rosinante #donquixote rocinante #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante × reader #corazon × reader #donquixote corazon × reader #trafalgar law

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breakonthroough · 4 months

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Parallels in Trigun and One Piece.

Today I would like to share my thoughts about the parallels and references in One Piece, which I noticed for myself when watched the anime Trigun — both versions old and new (and yes, I came to them after I caught up with OP ongoing). I may have imagined something, but some parallels suggest themselves. I think Oda-san, like many other mangakas, took a lot of inspiration from Yasuhiro Naitou's classic work.

Analysis may and does content ! spoilers !

1. First of all, from the direct references and easter eggs of Oda-sensei, I would note the similarity of Sanji holding a wounded Zoro on his shoulders, bandajed like a cross, in the Wano arc with Nicholas D. (!) Wolfwood, with his big weapon-cross at the ready. It was a funny gag from Odacchi :)

2. Then, the "Sandsteamer" in Trigun reminded me very much of the "Sea Train" in OP. I don’t know if this is a reference or not, but they definitely have something in common. The principle of movement of steam vehicles in an atypical environment.

3. Another point - the antagonist character of one of the episodes (just about the Sandsteamer), Brilliant Dynamites Neon, very much reminded me of Arlong, both with his toothy design and his charisma.

4. Well, the gang of the Donquixote family reminded me in many ways in its diversity of Knives’ organization “The Gung-Ho-Guns”. (And also it reminded me the BB crew too).

5. Well, the most important parallel for me is the clear and definite similarity of the story and the contrast between the main characters of Trigun - Knives Millions and Vash the Stampede with the Donquixote brothers. I’ll go into more detail here, because there are plenty of references, besides the fact that each of them is a handsome blond.

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▪️If Vash, in fact, bears little resemblance to Rocinante, except for his wounded and scarred body and the fact that, unlike his brother, he is also kind and soft-hearted. Both of them often play the fool, posing as awkward, stupid simpletons (with different goals, of course), and at the same time almost never show outsiders their deeply sad soul, traumatized by losses and experiences.

▪️Doflamingo personality as character imo was largely inspired as personality of Knives, as it seemed to me. The parallel is that he and his brother are similarly representatives of a superior (in their opinion) race, but they only treat ordinary people differently.

▪️Knives and Doflamingo, unlike their kind brothers, are evil incarnate. Proud, arrogant and cruel. Intolerant and merciless towards human weaknesses and any manifestations of kindness and gentleness. Both have a justified and (from their pov) very logical reason to hate people as a race and the whole world order.

And both also have a plan to destroy the world that does not suit them and build their own, ideal one. Both of them are involved in the murder of people dear to their brothers (father for Roci, Rem for Vash). Well, in both cases, the good brothers are trying with all their might to prevent the implementation of the grandiose plans of the evil brothers.

▪️Well, I must say that the showdown between Vash and Knives ends in the anime much less disastrously than that of Doffy and Roci. But even in the general plans of these scenes, analogies and parallels are visible, as it seemed to me. 😢

Well, as you know, the brilliant refers to the great. I'm glad that for all their similarities, these stories and characters turned out to be different. Oda may have been inspired by the work of his predecessor, but he created his own epoch-making story with a great plot and beloved, touching characters.

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Параллели и отсылки к Тригану в One piece.

Сегодня я хотела бы поделиться своими мыслями насчёт параллелей и отсылок в One piece, которые отметила для себя, когда посмотрела аниме Триган — обе версии (да, я дошла до них уже после того, как нагнала онгоинг Куска). Что-то, возможно, мне померещилось, но кое-какие параллели напрашиваются сами собой. Думаю, Ода-сан, как и многие другие мангаки, немало почерпнул для вдохновения из ставшей классикой работы Ясухиро Найто.

1. Прежде всего, из прямых отсылок и пасхалок Оды-сенсея я бы отметила сходство Санджи, держащего на плечах раненого Зоро, перемотанного как крест, в арке Вано с Николасом Д. (!) Вулфвудом, с его оружием-крестом наперевес. Это был смешной гэг от Одаччи:)

2. Затем, Песчаный Пароход мне очень сильно напомнил Морепоезд. Не знаю, отсылка это или нет, но что-то общее в них точно есть. Принцип движения парового транспорта в нетипичной для него среде.

3. Ещё один момент — персонаж одного из эпизодов (как раз про Песчаный пароход), Brilliant Dynamites Neon, очень сильно напомнил мне Арлонга, как зубастым дизайном, так и своей харизмой.

4. Ну и банда семьи Донкихот мне во многом напомнила своим разнообразием организацию Найвса "The Gung-Ho-Guns".

5. Ну, и самая главная для меня параллель — явная и определенная схожесть истории и противопоставления главных персонажей Тригана — Найвса Миллионса и Вэша Урагана с братьями Донкихот. Тут остановлюсь подробнее, ведь отсылок, помимо того, что каждый из них прекрасный блондин, предостаточно.

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Если Вэш, по сути, мало чем напоминает Росинанта, кроме израненного и покрытого шрамами тела и того, что он, в отличие от брата, также добрый и мягкосердечный. Оба они часто придуриваются, изображая из себя неловких глуповатых простаков (с разными целями, разумеется), и при этом почти никогда не показывают посторонним свою глубоко печальную и травмированную потерями и переживаниями душу.

Дофламинго же, как мне показалось, во многом списан с Найвса. Параллель в том, что они с братом аналогично являются представителями высшей (по их мнению) расы, только относятся к обычным людям по-разному.

Найвс и Дофламинго, в отличие от своих добрых братьев — воплощённое зло. Гордые, высокомерные и жестокие. Нетерпимые и беспощадные к человеческим слабостям и любым проявлениям доброты и мягкости. У обоих есть обоснованная и очень логичная с их точки зрения причина ненавидеть людей и существующее мироустройство. А также есть план по разрушению не устраивающего их мира и построения своего собственного, идеального. И тот, и другой причастны к убийству дорогих для их братьев людей (отец для Росинанта, Рем для Вэша). Ну и, в обоих случаях, реализации грандиозных планов злых братьев всеми силами пытаются помешать добрые.

Ну и, должна сказать, разборки между Вэшем и Найвзом заканчиваются в аниме куда менее плачевно, чем у Доффи и Роси. Но даже на общих планах этих сцен видны аналогии и параллели, как мне показалось. 😢💔

Что ж, как известно, гениальное отсылает к великому. Я рада, что при всей своей схожести, эти истории и персонажи получились все же разными. Ода, возможно и вдохновлялся работой предшественника, но создал свою собственную эпохальную историю с великолепным сюжетом и любимыми, трогающими за душу персонажами.

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