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Day 5: Snow

Because come on. This prompt was just asking for pain.

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Coming up behind him, Ikkaku handed Cora a hand-carved pipe. Not exactly the finest craftsmanship but it was functional and similar to the one her grandfather had always used. "Happy Father's Day to the ship's dad," she said, pressing a kiss to Cora's temple. "I know you're more of a cigarette guy, but...well, I made it myself, but it's ok if you don't use it. Just wanted to show a little appreciation is all."

“Oh-” he began, eyes following the form of the pipe, noticing the hand-carved craftsmanship. He was no pipe connoisseur but it looked decent and was full of thought. Despite himself, Corazón smiled a wide grin when he felt the soft kiss to his temple, highly amused at the idea of being the ship’s dad. Part of the crew was older than him!

“Thank you... it looks great, you did good work. I’ll keep it on hand just in case as a backup.” Leaning over, he looped an arm around Ikkaku’s shoulders, giving her a tight hug. He was grateful, truly, in so many ways and for more than just a pipe.

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“... ... ...” He’s quiet as usual, but if anyone can clue into his smoking habits, it’s clear that he’s pouting.

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sleep tight, darling 🌙🌟

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godlivesonthemoon​

He has never been a morning person. He likes the comfort of his bed, whenever he has the privilege to find one, even more when his mattress is shared with someone he loves. The emptiness of the sheets made him understand right away that Rocinante was an early riser this morning, and that burning smell coming from the little kitchen, in that wooden cabin, a hint regarding his intentions to feed the both of them despite his atrocious cooking skills. Cute. Enel smiles, his arctic eyes closed for now, before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and decides to join his handsome blond lover standing near the oven.

He wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, his mouth traveling on the top of his shoulders, quite in a certain needy mood. “I didn’t know you had a death wish right in the morning. You’re five seconds away from burning the whole place down, you know that, Roci?” Enel teases, wondering if they will have to part anytime soon, now that they have been together for a few days. He saw Rocinante preparing his clownish outfit yesterday…

Eager, and selfish, Enel applies a bit of pressure over his lover’s hips, forcing him to turn around and focus his attention on his persona. Right there, he traps him against the kitchen’s island, his mouth traveling over his pecs, before he puts himself on his tiptoes to kiss those lips he adores so much. His intentions are clearly shown in the way he’s adding passion to their mouthy exchange, his tongue breaking the barrier of his lips, sliding inside of his lover’s cavity, both of their bodies colliding in the motion. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he doesn’t care if Rocinante is starving; he’s looking for another kind of fun. However, to prevent any unwelcome accident, one of his hands moves from his body to the oven, and turns it off for now.

That sentence leaving Rocinante’s throat is what he has been looking for. His smirk widens, before he pulls on his belt, nodding, his lips attacking his neck once again. “Yes, that’s exactly where we’re heading.” Enel mutters, using a bit of strength to motion their bodies, and throws his birdy clumsy man right onto the the mattress… and without damages, hopefully.

When not absolutely sleep deprived it was only natural for him to be a morning person, having been raised by a military man after all. Sleeping in had always been a bit of a treat even if he felt groggy at times, and it was that much more special by the fact that he had shared a warm bed with another. It was so relaxing and lovely to fall asleep with limbs entwined with one he loved, as restful as when he snoozed with his silencing powers if not more. So it hadn’t been any surprise to him when he opened his eyes in the early morning feeling well-rested. Having waited a bit before crawling out of the bed, Rocinante had a smoke outside before changing and beginning to cook breakfast. Eggs were supposed to be that color, this was fine. Or he thought right up until he heard a familiar voice from behind him, warning him that maybe this wasn’t going as well as he thought though the food still looked edible...

Feeling hands at his hips was the only warning the taller man had before being pushed to turn around, watching with a look of mild surprise as Enel showered his skin with kisses and everything else. Insatiable was a good way to describe the Birkan. Returning the kiss, the sound of his chuckle of his amusement melting away as their lips met before their embrace deepened. He shouldn’t be surprised by his fiancé’s appetite, but they hadn’t even started the day yet! Arms wrapped around his man, the height difference perfect for him to idly rest arms over the other’s shoulders, spatula still in hand before he heard the click of the stove being turned off. He couldn’t deny Enel no matter how needy he was, it seemed, as generous as ever as he had been even from their first meeting in a certain meadow.

There was no further protest as the other tugged him along, leading him by the belt upon his hips, Rocinante at last relinquishing the spatula upon the table as he passed it. All in due time too, right before he was thrown to the bed. It proved sturdy enough even for his own sudden immense weight though the furniture had squeaked in protest, but he didn’t care. If it broke, Enel was one hell of a craftsman after all.

Smirk played upon the Donquixote’s lips as he sat up, one hand unbuttoning his own shirt, the other lifted, finger gesturing for the other to come hither. They had time before he had to leave after all. 

“All right, make sure you keep it interesting.” Only after the other reunited their bodies would he draw the Birkan into a kiss, hand gripping his chin not possessively but lovingly, letting his other drift to his waist, tugging him to sit upon his lap. “Especially because I am pretty hungry...” Both for food and something else now that they were in such a state. Even like this, having only gotten out of bed himself, Enel looked beautiful to him, icy gaze clouded with a salacious look he had to familiarize himself with upon several opportunities. 

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Honestly I shouldn’t translate stuff from One Piece but I love brotherly Doffy/Roci so much I just don’t care

Artist: Pixiv

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aliibiis​

     with the gun being pointed at his head, usopp had no other choice than to stay still. he had his weapon in his hand, but with the man standing to his side with his gun to his temple, usopp wouldn’t have a shot. 

     and then he got an idea. 

          “point that thing somewhere–ELSE!” and he used the hilt of kabuto to aim for the back of the man’s knee, hoping to make him buckle down and lose his balance.

It hadn’t been kind of the guy to make him lose his balance like that, but then again... it hadn’t been kind of Corazon to point a gun like that. He wasn’t a man who enjoyed the look of fear in others’ eyes, and he took no pleasure in his work. Yet here upon the ground, the man took a moment before sitting up, not bothering to stand as he tucked the flintlock pistol away, swapping it for a pack of cigarettes.

“... ... ...” Silence lingered heavily as he lit up, taking a draw of smoke, seeming to study the sharpshooter.

“Thanks.”

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Doflamingo's steps were heavy, there was no signature smirk when he opened the door to his brother's room. He stood there for a second, menacingly watching him as if he had put the house on fire, then quickly moved, grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it right into Rocinante's face. ❝ Fufufu~ You should've seen the look on your face! ❞

Was he... in trouble for some reason? Did his brother find everything out? Cautious caramel gaze carefully watched his elder sibling with dark look on his face like he was about to scold him, Rocinante lowering his newspaper to show he was listening. But it didn’t matter – Doffy moved quickly, snatching a pillow and throwing it at him. Thankfully he was already sitting or he might’ve fallen over from the suddenness of it all. 

Sure enough there was a look of bewilderment on the younger Donquixote’s face as he watched the other laugh, but it was short-lived because there was no way he was going to turn down that challenge!! Grabbing the pillow from the ground, he similarly sprung into action, swinging it to collide ( gently as a pillow does ) to the side of his brother’s head. This was war!

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Doflamingo knew his brother, or at least he wanted to claim he knew his brother. The sibling bond they shared, the mutual understanding so unique to siblings something he had never questioned before. Yet, his younger brother had proven, quite deviously at that, that he was not only able to hide things from him, but purposely hide things from him.

Even as his fake smile was plastered across his face, even if the younger understood Doflamingo was pissed off, still he refused to start the conversation, still he tried to prolong the inevitable. He was given a chance to open up, to come clean with his secret. He should know, however, that he’s not marrying anyone without HIS permission.

Rocinante has chosen. So be it.

He will learn of his mistake the more uncomfortable way. ❝ When did you plan to inform me, before or after your wedding ceremony? Did you even consider for a second I would want to know about it? About you and your Birkan fiancé, hmm~?  ❞

Would he get more into information about Rocinante’s chosen one, or stick his nose especially where it wasn’t supposed to be? The later, of course. ❝Who is the top and who is the bottom in this relationship of yours? ❞

Of course he loved his brother, he always had despite everything. Family was important, after all... but he also knew his brother. That the man was unpredictable to most, that he liked to control those around him like pawns, and that he cherished family above all. Well, what remained of it. Rocinante refused to accept the rest as family. So he had found a little slice of heaven for himself, fiercely shielding his lover from prying eyes as best he could lest that be ripped from his arms as well by Doflamingo.

His brother pried nonetheless, asking questions he certainly had considered before, though he had come to answers that the other might not have enjoyed to hear. As always, Rocinante remained silent, lips drawing into a thin line of umbrage. Oh how he hated this. But not nearly as much as he hated the next question, his brother clearly taunting him with a very personal question.

It was immature of him to simply lift a hand, shoving Doffy’s face in his own silent protest at being asked such a question about his sex life. From his brother of all people-!! He doubted it came from a place of concern for safe bedroom practices, just a way to get under his skin instead. But the cards played had worked – Rocinante was much more willing to discuss the former questions as compared to the latter, finally pulling out his notepad and pen, scribbling furiously, messy handwriting betraying his irritated and stressed state of mind.

DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO BRING IT UP

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       Why would he run when he could just step aside and trip him?

       “I don’t want it either.” As if that wasn’t already obvious. He’d only had it in the first place because it seemed to be some local bakery’s idea of a promotion.        Which clearly meant the best use of it was to use said bread as a projectile weapon instead of just throwing it out.

       Law cracked a grin, shifted his weight- casual. “It does fly well though.” He’s definitely just being a shit.

Sure enough, the other had tripped him and sure enough, it had worked. Corazón tumbled, legs over head before he crashed unceremoniously to the ground. Ooh he wanted to kick Law’s ass for being such a damn brat and teach him some manners.

Sitting up, the man rubbed dirt off of his chin, casting a dirty look at the other, one that turned almost venomous at seeing the other’s impish grin. But a plan of his own hatched as he moved with speed hardly fitting his massive frame, grabbed Law’s ankle and yanking his leg out from underneath him. Retribution, baby.

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this is still the best corazon edit ive ever done

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❝ A little birdie chirped that you have something very important to tell me. ❞ His smile is tight, fake, purposely fake. ❝ Something about a fiancé~ ❞

Sure, he hadn’t seen Doflamingo for more than half of his life – but he knew that look. His brother was pissed. Rocinante remained silent as always but despite the nicotine smoldering away that he often enjoyed, it hardly soothed his nerves. His love life had been found out.

There was no lying his way out of this one, not when the cards were immediately exposed on the table like this, and he doubted there was any skirting around it as a miscommunication either. If anything it was undeniable that Doffy had done as much research into his fiancé as he could but only approached him for the opportunity for him to come clean. For some reason, he was thankful his lover was a Birkan with no history upon Vearth for his brother to stick his nose into.

So despite the tension clear in the younger Donquixoter’s frame, shoulders then dropped. This was one ruse he could give up, and he had to have faith. He and his fiancé had known the risks of continuing a relationship together, but he just wished he could’ve warned him-!

So after lengthy hesitation, Rocinante just nodded, cognac gaze sliding to the ground, confirming the other’s words, though he wasn’t exactly volunteering more information, admittedly curious to know just what his brother had found out.