#rosinante & bell-mere | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

Text

how to cure a jealous heart

✢ pairing: Marine! Donquixote Rosinante x Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Rosinante, Donquixote Doflamingo, Smoker, Bellé-mere, Sengoku

✢ contents: NSFW, Jealousy-driven intimacy, Light Bondage, Size Kink, Alcohol & Nicotine Consumption

✢ word count: 7.500

It was a tranquil late summer evening, a soothing breeze whispering across the Marine Headquarters. The sun dipped toward the horizon, casting radiant reflections upon the tranquil waters, providing the perfect backdrop for an intimate after-work celebration shared amongst friends.

The preceding week had been tumultuous, a torrent of fresh bounties flooding in for burgeoning pirates—referred to affectionately by Smoker as "rookie idiots." The deluge of work, tirelessly juggling duties amidst the upper echelons, was enough to weigh heavily upon your shoulders. To mark its conclusion, the fiery-haired captain of Fleet 256, Belle-mere, suggested a modest gathering, a respite for camaraderie and a well-earned toast.

Sinking wearily onto one of the wooden crates repurposed for seating, you allowed a sigh of relief to escape. The robust crash of waves reverberated from the distant coast, harmonizing with the cries of seagulls soaring toward the fiery embrace of the setting sun.

A wistful smile touched your lips as you inhaled the salty air, the azure scarf of your uniform fluttering briefly before settling. "This week has truly been a trial. The serenity of this evening is a gift we've surely earned."

"You speak the truth," chimed Smoker, his expression tinged with both fatigue and annoyance. The young man ignited his cigar with a subtle click, releasing a billowing plume of smoke that danced languidly from his lips, his gaze fixed upon the seemingly endless expanse of the sea.

"Indeed, Smoker. Yet even as we relish this respite, we can't escape the prospect of more challenges," you acknowledged, a wry smile gracing your lips. Fuchsia locks cascaded as Belle-mere brushed them behind her ear, her laughter a buoyant counterpoint to the tensions lurking beneath the surface.

Smoker's irritation simmered just beneath the surface, manifesting in a terse retort. "Captain, we can hardly afford to lower our vigilance. Tsuru herself has forewarned us of a looming influx of these 'idiot rookies' onto our bounty lists."

Belle-mere's laughter persisted, a melodic echo that painted her amusement across her features. "Oh, Smoker, my dear lieutenant, do not let your disposition darken this delightful gathering. Pirates they may be, but our endeavors would lack purpose without these 'idiot rookies.' Let's savor this moment, shall we?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at Smoker's disgruntled demeanor, a camaraderie of shared exasperation binding your trio. With a casual wave, you attempted to downplay the workload disparity between you and the exasperated lieutenant, fully aware that the influx of bounties was only part of the equation. The truth simmered beneath the surface, a hidden layer that painted your every interaction with Rosinante with a layer of intrigue and passion.

A seemingly innocent evening of evaluating new pirate wanted posters takes an unexpected turn when your aloof and carefree boyfriend, Donquixote Rosinante, succumbs to jealousy over a particular poster. As tensions rise, revealing his fiercely possessive nature, you find yourself entangled in a passionate and unpredictable rendezvous. Little did you know, the chosen poster would lead to a revelation about Rosinante's estranged brother, Donquixote Doflamingo. Amidst the chaos of burgeoning pirate bounties, your connection with Rosinante deepens into a passionate blaze that neither of you can deny.

You brushed her off with a waving hand, trying not to fall Smoker in hthe back. After all, he had a point. The amount of work you had to do was skyrocketing way above the amount you could handle alone. Though, there was one other reason for this, besides the insane number of new bounties being issued.

“Even if you were right - which you are not - you can’t rely on an honest answer from y/n this time, Belle-mere. After all, she’s working her ass off to comply with Rosinante’s paperwork as well, especially after Monday,” Smoker spoke into his cigar, a smile broadening on his strong features as he seemed to remember that incident.

After all, how could he not know? Hell, you might even guess that Sengoku himself knew about it. Who else could it have been but the clumsy fleet commander Donquixote Rosinante to set his paperwork on fire after lighting himself a cigarette in his office?

You cringed a bit, remembering the horrific scene you walked into. You only wanted to tell your boyfriend that you wanted to finish your shift when you saw him casually smoking near his office window, a flame licking the cotton material of his commander's coat. He didn't realize that the fire had also spread to the fresh paperwork he had just finished.

Luckily, a nearby cadet was carrying a bucket of water, allowing you to extinguish the fire quickly. Though you were relieved that your aloof boyfriend didn't get burned, his paperwork was a case for the trash, resulting in your current paperwork situation.

You didn’t mind this too much, as you were already used to your boyfriend’s clumsy nature. Always having been very efficient and fast working with paperwork, you really were, as Rosinante would say, “his personal angel sent from above.” But this efficiency also came at a cost. That being…

“Ah, let me guess!” Belle-mere clapped her hands cheerfully, pointing her index finger knowingly at you. “You prohibited him from doing his own paperwork after he lit it on fire last time.”

“Yeah, you got me,” you grimaced, feeling a bit embarrassed about being found out.

“Well, that’s Rosinante and y/n for you,” Smoker affirmed with crossed arms in front of his chest, puffing his cigar once again. “This guy can be so lucky that you cover up his slip-ups all the time. If I didn't know that he’s a beast on the battlefield, I would really wonder how he made it to fleet commander at such a young age.”

You chuckled at Smoker's comment. After all, you didn't believe it yourself when you first met him, as he tripped over his own feet while introducing himself as your new supervisor.

At first, you thought his general clumsiness was a crude joke or the admirals themselves testing your patience. But with time, his casual slip-ups became routine. Working around and with them became like second nature to you, even allowing you to predict some of them by a hunch, saving Rosinante and you a lot of headaches.

“Yeah, but I guess that’s his charming point, right y/n?” Your train of thought was interrupted by Belle-mere smirking at you. The young captain spoke with certainty in her voice, a knowing smile on her lips. It was her, after all, that you had first confided in about your feelings for the tall fleet commander. Not wanting to damage your professional relationship as his lieutenant, you had desperately asked her for advice.

“Well, it’s not only that, but you have a point there.” Slightly embarrassed, you crossed your legs and coyly scratched your cheek. Smoker rolled his eyes. You and Belle-mere knew that it was more of a facade than any mean-spirited intention on his part.

It was Smoker, after all, who told you to just “get on with it and tell Rosinante your feelings,” because “he surely feels something for you.” He casually dropped the fact that the fleet commander had supposedly confided in him as well.

“Speaking of which…” Smoker looked toward the entrance of the tower you were resting on. “Where in the devil's name is that guy? I thought he wanted to celebrate with us. It’s late, even for him!” His cool gaze focused on the watch on his left arm.

“Probably held up by Sengoku again,” you mused, one of your hands playing with some strands of hair as your thoughts drifted.

“Though he said he wouldn't mind if we started our little party without him, so I guess…” you began, but were cut off by a grinning Belle-mere, suddenly springing up from the box she was sitting on and holding a big bottle of wine victoriously toward the sky. “Then let’s get this party started!”

And with that, a big plop resounded near you, the red-haired marine shooting the cork of the bottle high into the sky. While Smoker just sighed in defeat, he distributed some glasses he had taken from the kitchen among your group.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds, and the red luscious liquid was filling your glasses, the sweet smell of wine intruding your nose even from a distance.

“Cheers to us, for living through this hellish week!” Smoker proclaimed, raising his glass. You and Belle-mere quickly followed suit, clinking your glasses together in the midst of your small group.

This would be a good evening; you could just feel it!

"So, how's everything up on cloud nine?" Belle-mere refilled her glass, her curiosity evident in her gaze. You were just one round into your small after-work celebration when the red-haired marine posed the sudden question. Meanwhile, Smoker was engrossed in trying to light a new cigar with a nearly empty lighter.

"You're way too nosy, Belle-mere!" you sighed, taking another sip of wine. "One day, that nosiness of yours is going to get you in trouble."

Chuckling, you set your beverage on the wooden surface beside you. "Hey, I'm just curious to know if my matchmaking efforts have borne fruit, you know? It was Smoker and me who helped you and Rosinante get your act together, remember?"

With that, she produced her own lighter from her captain's coat, lit a cigarette for herself, and then tossed the lighter to Smoker, clearly exasperated by his struggles to light his cigar. "Here, catch."

"Thanks. I thought I'd have to fetch a new one from my cabin," the white-haired man said, catching the lighter and putting it to use. He let out a contented sigh as he took the first drag from his freshly lit cigar.

You shook your head thoughtfully, wondering how you had ended up surrounded by so many nicotine enthusiasts, before turning your attention to Belle-mere's question. "Nothing much has changed, really. Just the usual, you know."

"Hmm. Somehow, I find that hard to believe," the woman to your left remarked, taking another sip of her drink. A mischievous grin appeared on her face moments later.

Oh no, what's she up to now? You thought, a sinking feeling settling in.

"Or perhaps that's exactly the case?" She raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Hey, Smoker! Do you think Rosinante is as clumsy in bed as he is on duty?"

"Belle-mere!" Smoker's alarmed expression turned even redder, and you couldn't quite tell whether it was due to the alcohol or embarrassment.

"I just want to make sure she's not left disappointed, you know? With that Silence Silence Fruit of his, it must be hard to tell what's happening!" Belle-mere exclaimed, causing Smoker's embarrassment to deepen. He muttered an embarrassed "Could you cut it out?"

You, on the other hand, let out a resigned sigh, bringing a hand to your forehead. You knew all too well that Belle-mere had a tendency to be overly intrusive at times.

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. He's a bit clumsy, yes, but it usually doesn't get in the way," you responded, your cheeks warming at the memory of your recent intimate moments with Rosinante. While his clumsiness did manifest even in those moments, it often led to playful domination and teasing between you two.

"That makes me wonder about the logistics, though..." Belle-mere continued with a mischievous grin. "I mean, Rosinante is pretty tall... Even for a grown man, he must be..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Smoker intervened. "Can we please change the subject?"

Clearly annoyed, Smoker pinched the bridge of his nose, urging Belle-mere to rein in her questions. You, however, couldn't help but laugh at the situation, silently thanking Smoker for interrupting Belle-mere's probing.

"How about you come up with a new topic, then?" Belle-mere challenged him, her grin undeterred. Smoker surprised her by pulling a collection of papers from his hunter's jacket.

"What's this?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued as Smoker tossed the bundle onto the wooden box that served as your makeshift table.

"Oh! Would you look at that." Belle-mere exclaimed, taking a few of the brown papers in her hand and examining them closely. "Wanted posters!" Excited, you also peered at the papers, scanning them with great interest.

"And they're new ones, too." Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar, letting it rest in the corner of his mouth before balancing it between his index and middle finger, allowing gray smoke to waft from the tip. "No wonder we're swamped with work lately. The number of rookies popping up is no joke, and the bounties are nothing to scoff at either, especially in the New World."

"Ohhoo!" Belle-mere let out a hearty chuckle as she plucked one poster from the stack she held. "Well, well, well. What do we have here!" She turned the wanted poster toward your group, her slender finger pointing to it. "Now that's an attractive one."

You examined the image closely, revealing a portrait of a young, dark-skinned woman with sly green eyes and black wavy hair. She was dressed in a white ribbon blouse and long black pants, holding a short dagger defensively in her hand.

"And?" Smoker raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "She's just a small fry. What's so special about her? Her bounty won't even buy you enough cigarettes for a month."

Belle-mere rolled her eyes and took another drag from her cigarette. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh at Smoker's reaction. Despite his tough exterior, he could be quite dense at times. "What?" he snapped, clearly irritated by your laughter.

"I mean as a crush, Smoker," Belle-mere explained, tapping the wanted poster of the tanned pirate again. "A real looker, don't you think, Smoker?" She grinned, fully aware that this would make Smoker blush to the tips of his ears once more.

"Dammit, Belle-mere!" he hissed, his cigar nearly slipping from his mouth due to embarrassment. "You're impossible, Lieutenant!" she chuckled, her cheeks flushed from the effects of alcohol, which seemed to be loosening her up even more than usual.

"I'm not!" he declared defensively, taking an annoyed sip of his wine.

"Oh, you definitely are!" she retorted, causing you to burst into even more laughter.

"I'm not!" he insisted once more. "Then prove it." A charged silence followed Belle-mere's challenge. Only the cries of seagulls and your laughter filled the air.

Amused gray eyes locked onto irritated brown ones before Smoker delved back into the stack of wanted posters. Grumbling in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, he rifled through the pages before finally selecting one and thrusting it toward Belle-mere. "Satisfied?"

"For real now?!" Belle-mere burst into genuine laughter. "Nico Olivia? Smoker, she's like ten years older than you."

"Oh, quit it, Belle-mere! I'm not playing along with your antics." With arms crossed, Smoker averted his gaze from Belle-mere, directing his attention toward you. "And what about you?" He gestured toward the posters.

"Me?" you looked at him quizzically. "Yeah, who would you go for? And don't give me that 'But I have Rosinante' excuse. It's a hypothetical game, and we all know he couldn't care less about it." Smoker explained, raising his voice a bit on the "But I have Rosinante" part, mimicking your tone.

"Oh, now it's getting interesting." Belle-mere stubbed her cigarette on the ground, her curiosity now fully focused on you. However, her attention soon shifted to someone behind you, and she waved her hand in greeting.

"Hello there. Looks like I just missed out. Sorry about that!" A deep, resonant voice cut through the conversation, announcing the arrival of your boyfriend and the fleet commander of the Marine headquarters, Donquixote Rosinante himself.

"Rosi!" A bright smile spread across your face as you turned around to greet the tall man making his way toward your group. Still donning his fleet commander uniform, his white cloak draped over broad shoulders swayed gently in the evening breeze, framing his figure elegantly.

The last rays of sunlight illuminated his golden hair and strong features beautifully. With joy at his arrival, you stood up and welcomed your tall lover with a hug. He tenderly brushed aside your hair, revealing your forehead for a soft kiss.

"Hello, love," he murmured, his affectionate dark red eyes meeting your own, contrasting vividly against the marine blue dress shirt he wore under his coat. Giggling in return, you led him to join your small gathering, settling beside him on another wooden box.

"Hi, Rosinante! Took you long enough!" Belle-mere greeted him with an amused grin. Smoker, on the other hand, simply nodded in acknowledgment before taking another puff from his cigar. "My apologies. The meeting with Sengoku ran longer than anticipated," Rosinante replied, pulling a cigarette from his coat and igniting it with a metal lighter.

The one you had gifted him for his birthday, you noted to yourself, pleased that Rosinante used it almost ritualistically whenever he took a smoke.

"So, what's the topic of discussion?" Rosinante inquired with interest, looking around the group with a smile. "Well, you see... we were just wrapping up this little game!" Belle-mere answered, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, really? The famous wanted poster game everyone's been talking about?" he chuckled knowingly.

"Huh?" Belle-mere appeared incredulous. "Even Sengoku knows about this, you know. Be careful playing this game with the new cadets. They gossip quite a bit," Rosinante grinned, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Caught the young captain's sighs, earning a hearty laugh from Smoker. "Serves you right!"

"So, who did you choose?" Rosinante's eyes turned to you with interest, clearly uninterested in the game but curious about your answer.

"Well, actually, it was just my turn. But now that you're here, you could tell us about your meeting with Sengoku!" you suggested, wanting to shift the focus away from the game and onto a more comfortable topic for your boyfriend. You knew he didn't care about the game, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, don't mind me." Rosinante waved off your suggestion, taking another drag from his cigarette. "The old man just gave me a lecture about the incident on Monday after he saw the burn marks in my office." He scratched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, before encouraging you to continue with a smile. "Besides, I don't think these two will let you off the hook."

He gestured towards Smoker and Belle-mere, who were looking at you expectantly. Belle-mere was already pushing the stack of wanted posters into your hand, while Smoker declared loudly, "Nice try, y/n, but you won't get out of this."

With a defeated sigh, you hesitated for a moment, looking reassuringly at Rosinante, who grinned back at you. Finally, you took the wanted posters from Belle-mere. Slowly, you examined the pages until...

"You're not buying new furniture, y/n. Choose one. Now." Smoker's abrupt comment snapped you out of your contemplation. Clearly, Belle-mere's teasing about him being a prude had affected his ego, or maybe he just wanted to bring an end to the silly game. Understandably so.

"Sure, just give me a sec! I mean, there are a lot of new wanted..." You stopped mid-sentence, utterly speechless as you laid your eyes on him. You had to look at the poster again, closely studying the man's features portrayed in front of you. Belle-mere and Smoker exchanged knowing glances, while Rosinante gazed at the horizon, lost in the enjoyment of his cigarette.

The man had light, slicked-back blond hair, and his lean, muscular body with tan skin caught your attention. Two earrings adorned his ears, and he grinned at you with a mischievous smile. His flamboyant clothing and a gaudy pink feather coat over his shoulders gave him a rather eccentric appearance.

"Hmm, cat got your tongue?" Belle-mere leaned in closer, studying the poster in your hands. She appeared momentarily stunned before snatching the poster away and thrusting it into Smoker's face, who accepted it with a hint of annoyance. "Ugh, what's your deal, Belle-mere?"

Smoker burst into shamelessly amused laughter almost instantly, the sound deep and rich from his smoke-affected throat. "You're joking, right?" He slapped his knee, turning his amused gaze to you, while Belle-mere wiped away a tear of laughter from her eye. "Told you, Smoker, our y/n always has a good sense of humor!"

"What do you mean?" you responded, feeling a bit embarrassed by their reaction. "I mean, yeah, the coat is way too tacky, but he looks good..." you mumbled under your breath, looking away from your friends.

Belle-mere chuckled, appearing to confide in your boyfriend about your choice. However, before she could continue, you interrupted with determination, "That's not a joke!"

You snatched the poster back from Belle-mere, pointing at the man's image once more and beginning to defend your choice. "I know the pink feather coat is tacky, but objectively speaking, he looks good—"

Your sentence was abruptly cut short as you felt Rosinante tense up beside you. His gaze darkened, and he tried to grab the poster from your hand, but his attempt went awry, causing him to fall backward over the wooden box he had been seated on.

A loud crash filled the air as he landed on his back, and despite their best efforts, Belle-mere and Smoker couldn't contain their laughter, which was amplified by the alcohol in their systems.

You rushed to Rosinante's side, helping him stand up and brushing dirt off his white dress pants. He sulked slightly before patting your hand and murmuring a quiet "Thank you." His eyes briefly glanced at the wanted poster on the table before he suddenly excused himself, claiming that he had left his office door open. With swift motions, he turned on his heels and left the tower.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as your friends were also left speechless by the commander's abrupt departure. Smoker broke the silence, looking at you knowingly. "Well, that was to be expected. Somehow."

"What do you mean?" you asked, utterly bewildered.

"Didn't you think he would react like this? You, gushing over his brother, I mean."

"His what now?" Your mouth hung open, and you looked even more stunned than before.

"His brother, dumbass," Smoker replied, puffing on his cigar and fixing you with a deadpan stare. "The yaksha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo."

It felt as if your soul was leaving your body in that moment. The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew that the dethronement of the Tyrant King Riku, the former ruler of Dressrosa, had been a brutal and bloody affair, but you could never have imagined that the man depicted on the wanted poster was the liberator in the midst of that chaos and, shockingly, Rosinante's own brother.

For a brief second, Smoker observed your stunned silence, then he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff. "Please don't tell me you didn't know... My god, you two really are a bunch of idiots."

"H-How should I know? He never told me he had a brother. I only knew he got adopted by Sengoku. We never discussed much about his childhood," you retorted, irritation lacing your voice.

"Then fix this. Now." Smoker's tone was firm, and he gestured for you to go after the fleet commander.

Without wasting any time, you turned on your heels and left the two marines behind, rushing after Rosinante as fast as you could. His tall figure had already given him a head start, but you were determined to catch up. As you hurried towards his room, you silently prayed that this misunderstanding could be cleared up quickly. Little did you know, your innocent comment had triggered a storm of emotions within the fleet commander, and you were about to confront a truth that would shake the foundation of your relationship.

You rushed down the stairs of the west building of the Marine Headquarters, heading towards the commanders' sleeping quarters, hoping to find Rosinante there. However, your hope was dashed when you knocked on his door and realized it was locked. "The office," you thought to yourself, deciding to check there instead. As you made your way through the clean, white corridors of the headquarters, you mentally prepared for the conversation that was about to unfold.

Arriving at his office, you cleared your throat and reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked as well. Confused, you turned away from the door, contemplating where else Rosinante could have gone. Just as you were about to consider your options, the door suddenly clicked open behind you. Startled, you turned around to see the door swing open, and a pair of strong hands pulled you inside before closing the door behind you.

You gasped in surprise as you were pressed against a tall, looming figure from behind. The familiar scents of cotton and tobacco enveloped you, confirming that it was indeed your lover, Rosinante. Nervously, you attempted to turn around to face him, but his firm grip prevented you from moving.

"I'm sorry, love. I never told you, right? About my rogue brother…" Rosinante's voice was deep and filled with a mix of emotions. You gulped, feeling a rush of emotions yourself.

"N-No, but—" you started, only to be interrupted as his arms tightened around you.

"I should have known this would catch up to clumsy old me someday… But this is the worst way possible," he chuckled bitterly, his breath brushing against your neck.

"Rosi, I'm so sorry," you whispered, your fingers gently tracing over his hands, which were marked with small scars from battles he had fought.

"You're not at fault here… I should have told you sooner about all of this," he sighed, his tone heavy. He leaned a bit closer to you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to compensate for the height difference between you. "Guess you really have a type, huh?"

"Rosi!" Your irritation bubbled up, but it quickly dissipated as you saw the troubled expression on his face. Concerned, you turned toward him, still held in his embrace. An unexpected thought crossed your mind, and you blurted it out without thinking, "Are you jealous, Rosi?"

His reaction was instantaneous, and he shifted uncomfortably, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He avoided your gaze, his blonde locks partially obscuring his eyes. "Rosi?!" you urged, your hands resting on his chest as you waited for an answer. The silence spoke volumes.

Finally, after a tense moment, he spoke, his grip on you tightening. "And what if?"

You sighed, your fingers curling around his black necktie as you gently pulled his head closer to yours. A soft smile graced your lips, and you tenderly cupped his jaw, your eyes widening as you whispered to him, "Then I'm going to prove to you that there's no need to be jealous of that tacky flamingo. Tonight, I'm all yours, fleet commander."

His resolve seemed to solidify at your words, and he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to his desk. You opened your mouth to warn him about his paperwork, but it was too late – he had already cleared the surface and set you down, caging you between his towering form.

"Hope you're sure about this, love. Because I don't intend to use my Devil Fruit. By the end of this, I want the entire headquarters to know that you're mine," he declared, his hands starting to explore your body as his lips found yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was a passionate embrace, a declaration of his love and possessiveness, and as your worlds collided, you knew that tonight would be a night neither of you would ever forget.

It doesn´t take long for both of you to free yourself from the clothing obscuring the way to each other’s more sensitive parts. Rosinantes commander coat has been thrown on the floor, the blue dress shirt he wore underneath slid off his scarred torso to make room for you´re hungry hands, roaming his defined muscles. You´re on the other hand have been completely stripped of your lieutenant uniform, residing on the fleet commanders’ desk only in your panties.

Big, calloused hands stroke along your curves, taking in every inch of your beautiful body. You gasp when the tall blond man grips your thighs, catching you in a heated kiss, tongues intertwining, dancing for dominance over each other, a game you two fought with great pleasure.

Due to his clumsiness, you usually led Rosinante and yourself through sex, especially after he nearly crushed you under him this one time, losing his hold on the bed head, trying to balance himself out while fucking you senseless. But this time was different, because even though it was a passion of yours to get atop of Rosinante and dominate the fuck out of him, this night you wanted to give yourself fully to the gentle giant, able to roam over your body as he desired.

It´s for this sole reason, you slowly retreat your own tongue, making more room for Rosinantes. It doesn´t even take him a second to slip between your lips, dominating the kiss passionately. A loud gasp escapes you in between, him groaning appreciatively in response, as he wraps his arms around your form, holding your two bodies close.

Soft small hands glide over his chest, appreciating every corner of his upper body, stopping at the commanders’ pink nipples, stroking carefully over them, before giving one of them an experimental tug. A content moan escapes from Rosinantes lips, breaking off the kiss due to the immense pleasure. With flushed red cheeks he looks at you, brows furrowed, all the while biting his lip.

You soak in the gaze offered to you, incredibly turned on by Rosinante’s reaction. “That´s no fair, love. You said you´d give all of yourself to me tonight. If you don’t behave, I´ll need to do something about that, you know?” He huffs, grabbing your hands and pushing them over your head, holding them over your head. You chuckle at that, suddenly gasping out in arousal when he bites into your neck, long tongue dragging along your neck and peppering it with kisses.

You groaned loudly. Even though you were a bit unused to the way of submission, you couldn´t deny the fact that Rosinante did a good job in getting you riled up like this. And apparently himself too, concerning the growing bulge in his pants, pressing itself hotly to your upper thigh.

Hands obscured by Rosinantes firm grip on them, you wrap your legs around his hip, pressing his hard one firmly to your core, the friction between you two making you and your lover gasping in union, heat pooling in between your legs. In response to your assault, Rosinante grinds himself further against you, kissing you once more heatedly on the lips before leaving your hands all of a sudden to open his black leather belt.

Just as you wanted to move your hands to his abdomen, helping Rosinante in the process of getting rid of his definitely way too tight pants, the blonde catches your hands again, wrapping the black leather quickly around them and pushing them gently back over your head. “R-Rosi?!” you yelp, surprised at the foreign restraints.

“Hush now. Told you I´ll bring out some bigger guns if you continue trying to switch with me. Just tell me when it gets too much, kay, love?” he grins cheekily at you showing some of his straight teeth, a small blush residing on his skin, the use of restraints on you being a first from him, though definitely not the other way around.

Demandingly, Rosinantes long fingers glide from your chest over your belly, circling your hips before slipping them between your thighs. Experimentally, he dips one of his fingers inside your wet cunt, making you moan his name in reaction.

“A bit eager, aren´t we?” he chuckles, a sly smile spreading on his lips. “Tell me, did the thought of fucking my brother make you so riled up?”

“R-Rosi!” you look horrified at him. “What? If I´m wrong you could just correct me, you know, love?” he growls deeply, one hand digging carefully into your plush thighs, “Or maybe one guy is just not enough for you pretty little thing?” he muses again, one finger curling deliciously inside you “That´s not true!” you cry out, heavily embarrassed by Rosinantes sudden dirty talk. “Then tell me.” Red eyes lock with your own e/c ones, flushing uncontrollably as he whispers to you demandingly, “Tell me that you only need me, my sweet little lieutenant.”

“Of course, I just want you! It´s always been you. Only you Rosi!” you plead with him, squirming under his touch, the black leather belt pressing your wrists still flush over your head. “A content hum erupts from him, a second finger soon joining his first inside you, slowly loosing you up for himself.

You moan with pleasure, the marine’s name spilling from your lips, as he fingerfucks you on his big wooden desk. “Look at you, love, so happily bouncing on my fingers. Can´t wait to fill you up.” He whispers into your ear, tongue lolling out of his mouth, slowly licking the shell of your ear. You gasp in surprise, the sensations making your mind hazier by the second.

“Feels so good, Rosi….Want you inside me” you mumble under hitched breath, hips rocking steadily against his fingers. “Sorry love, but we need to loosen you up some more. Don'twant you to get hurt, kay?” the blonde purrs, a third finger entering you painfully slowly. “T-Then at least let me cum!” you pant, the delicious stretch of your boyfriends’ fingers making the heat in your core nearly unbearable.

“As you wish, love.” And with that he plants a kiss on your forehead, applying some pressure on your clit with another digit, massaging it skillfully. Cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, as the pressure in your core reaches a new high, the stretch inside you feeling oh so deliciously and finally reaching it´s peak when Rosinante asks you with his deep baritone voice “Think you can cum for me, love?”.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crushing you underneath it, making you gasp for air while wetness pools from your core, drenching Rosinantes fingers with your juices.

“Oh? Is that all for me? How sweet of you.” He nudges his nose to yours, a loving smile on his lips, as he pulls his fingers out of you. Normally the wet noise of his fingers leaving your plush folds would have made you cringe, if your concentration wouldn´t be on Rosinante who licked his slick coated fingers deliciously, savoring the taste of your sweet release with his tongue. “You taste so good, y/n. Really wouldn´t mind getting more of this.” The fleet commander looked at you longingly, the obvious bulge in his pants twitching at the thought of tasting you some more. “But under the circumstances of tonight, this will have to wait until next time.”

And with that, your tall lover slowly glides his hands along the rim of his pants, not breaking eye contact with you all the while freeing his member from its suffocating prison, a relived sigh escaping his lips as it springs free from its constraints. A small moan leaves your mouth, as your gaze drifts down to his stupidly big dick, pink tip glistening angrily at you with pre-cum. Even though you were already used to this view and definitely not dumbfounded as you were at your first time with Rosinante, it was always a bit surprising, seeing him in all his glory.

“Cat got your tongue this time as well?” With a knowing smile, he positions himself near your entrance, chuckling over your reaction. “It´s not my fault you have this stupidly big dick, Rosi!” you reply bratty, opening your legs complyingly for him.

Gently he palms your cheek, “Are you ready?” With a needy “yes” you press yourself against his tip, your wet fold greeting his leaking tip greedily as he pushes himself carefully inside you.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” you mewl loudly, his dick stretching you out as you should´ve expected. “God….y/n, your so wet, love.” Rosinantes breath hitches, as he buries himself deeper inside you, checks flushed from the way your wall clench around him. “G-Go on! Please!” you groan desperately, rocking your hips against those of your lovers. You as well as him knew that you could never take him whole without hurting yourself in the process, nevertheless that didn´t stop you from urging him to fill you as much as you could stomach, loving the way he felt oh so deep inside you.

“You´re really trying to kill me here, love” A deep groan escapes the blonde, sheeted deeply inside you, walls clenching snug around him. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulls himself out of you, before entering you torturing slowly again, trying for a few experimental thrusts before setting for a slow steady pace inside you, that makes your toes curl deliciously, while your wrist fight against uselessly against your restraints.

“F-Faster and Harder Rosi!” you gasp wantonly, your lover responding immediately to you, picking up his pace, while holding you in place, his dick pounding your wet cunt relentlessly. “You´re awfully desperate today, love.” Rosinante huffs with a smile, sheeting himself a bit out of you before angling one of your legs a bit into the air.

“I wouldn´t if you hadn´t riled me up so much.” you retort back, crying out in pleasure when the blonde sheets himself back inside you, penetrating an especially sensitive spot. “Well, then I hope you are prepared for what you´re asking, because I don´t intend on stopping now.” And with that, Rosinante starts to pound your desperate cunt at an insane speed, fucking you senseless into his work desk.

“Y-You take me so well, y/n…” Rosinantes baritione voice resounds near your ears, as he lays his torso a bit more over you, applying more pressure on your abdomen, his only answer being a bunch of mewled out versions of his name, before you can huff out a desperate “Belt!”, making him stop for a brief second unhooking your restraints from tired wrists. Carefully, he kisses each of them, before draping your arms over his broad shoulders and telling you to hold tightly onto him.

A moment later you´re hoisted up into the air, clinging onto the firm scarred muscles of your lover, while his hands firmly grip your thighs from underneath, raising you a bit more into the air with his strong forearms before plunging his massive cock back inside you, hitting you´re cervix with each new thrust. You cry out in pleasure at the new angle, nails digging into his scarred neck, as his tip penetrates deep inside you.

“Oh, god, don´t stop Rosi. Don´t you dare stop!” you cuss at him. “Didn´t plan to.” He retorts, full concentration on gripping you tightly, as not to hurt you accidentally. Burrowing his head inside your neck, he inhales your scents, the pheromones you release making his mind go even more hazy. “You like it when I fuck you like this, love?” he clenches his teeth, his release seemingly close. “Love it!” you reply shakily, close to your second orgasm this night.

At this, Rosinante bites sweetly into the nape of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey there, but right now you couldn´t care less. That would be a problem for later. At this moment, you just wanted to cum on your boyfriend’s dick, milking him dry of his own sweet release. “I´m so close…” you gasp at an especially rough thrust on your boyfriend’s site, nails digging deep into his back, as you clench tightly around him.

“Just let loose, love. Wanna feel you cum on me.” It doesn´t cost more than those sweet words of your lover and Rosinante rutting himself deep inside you, to bring you over the edge, making you see stars for the second time of the night.

Your orgasm hits you hard, and Rosinantes follows swiftly, as you´re walls contract around his cock, milking him dry of his own release the only sound being the groans of you and your lover, rasping each other’s name, sweaty bodies gluing to each other, as you come down from your highs.

With a soft kiss, Rosinante hives you back onto the ground, carefully not to hurt you as he helps you stand on your wobbly legs, getting dressed, before putting his uniform back on himself. Gentle fingers comb your h/c locks, as he pulls you into a warm embrace, whispering to you „I love you so much y/n.”

You reply with a tired smile. “I love you too, my Corazon!” you grin at him, nuzzling yourself more into his chest sleepily. The tall man blushes at the new nickname, grinning happily only a brief moment later as he hoisted you up to carry you to your room, absolutely loving how it sounds from your lips.

As he exited his office, a small smile resigna on his lips.

Corazon, huh?

He could get used to that.

But before that, he would tell you everything about his past. This time from start to finish.

And as much as the thought of reliving his repressed memories with Doffy already pained him deep inside his heart, he knew that you were the right person to share them with.

After all, you already cured his jealous heart.

#donquixote rocinante #corazon #donquixote rosinante #rosinante #one piece #donquixote rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #fanfiction #smut #op smut #donquixote doflamingo x reader #smoker #belle-mere #marine #one piece marine #my stuff

930 notes · View notes

nehswritesstuffs · 11 months

Text

Family Day

Do I just want these canon orphans to have more siblings and a more stable home life? You know it.

3327 words; technically takes place in the same timeline as Father Like Son, Mother Like Daughter, Parent Like Child, but if you don’t want to read it just know that it’s a Cora Lives AU where he hauls himself and the baby Hearts over to Cocoyasi and [re]kindles a relationship with Bell-mère, with this particular part set about a year before Arlong tries to invade Cocoyasi; this is also to commemorate the fact that fic is officially my most-bookmarked story on AO3, which… says a lot; muchos gracias to AO3user AlexPersolv bc although I really don’t go to whatever part of the fandom they’re in, hey we gave the siblings a searchable tag lol pls use it for good mi amigo; kinda ends but then again a lot of the things I write just kinda end

Penguin and Shachi realize that an important anniversary is coming up and rope their younger siblings into the proceedings. [AU where Cora-san and Bell-mère live with their six kids in the East Blue and everyone is better-adjusted]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Penguin and Shachi looked at the calendar on the wall warily. As the eldest siblings, they were the ones who needed to be the most aware of things, and yet they were suddenly now smacked with the realization that a very important day was fast approaching. They looked at one another and nodded before heading into the sitting room.

“Alright, Sibling Meeting, north lookout, let’s go,” Penguin said, trying to haul Nojiko out of her chair. The younger girl tried to shake him off, but she was still a little on the short side for eleven and he’d already benefited from multiple teenaged growth spurts. “You’ll like this one, Nojicakes.”

“I hate you,” the girl hissed.

“Ah, no you don’t.” He put her down on her feet and decided to take care of the youngest sibling’s rolling around in protest by picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder like a sack of sass and snark. “Come on; sooner we get this done, sooner we can come back.”

“I guess,” Law grumbled, marking his place in the textbook he had been hunched over. He helped Nojiko wake up Bepo from his nap and the six kids made their way across the island towards the prospective meeting spot, where Law at least helped Nami out by swapping her with a rock instead of letting Penguin drop her on her rear. “Care to tell us what this is about?”

“A very important day’s happening in two weeks,” Shachi said, “and we need some time to prepare.”

“What kind of day is that?” Nami scowled.

“The day you and Nojicakes and Mom took us in, of course! It’ll be two years since we became a family!”

Three of younger siblings looked at the older two with deadpan expressions. Only Bepo seemed anything close to enthused, but the easily-excitable bear was sort of a given.

“You dragged us all the way over to the other side of the island to tell us that?” Nojiko frowned.

“We didn’t do anything last year around this time,” Law mentioned, his voice cracking traitorously. Puberty was a cruel thing sometimes.

“Yeah, and think about it: we really should do something,” Penguin insisted.

“I mean, this is, like, the only real family Peng and I have ever had,” Shachi added. “I know you all were in good families at some point before we showed up, but trust us when we say we should make this special.”

“Yeah,” Penguin agreed, “because this,” he motioned to signal the entire group, “happening is rare as fuck.”

“I thought Mom said you’re not supposed to swear around us,” Bepo said, nervously picking at his claws.

“Fuzzball, I am seventeen fucking years old,” Penguin sighed. “If I want to cuss, then I am going to cuss, because it’s not like the people we refer to as our parents are doing much better in that regard.”

“In any regard,” Law amended sourly.

“True, but you know what we mean,” Shachi said. He looked at his younger siblings and saw that the normally-opinionated Nami was being particularly quiet. “What’s on your mind, Gingersnap? You look like you’ve got something to say.”

“If we didn’t do anything for it last year, then why do you think we should do something this year?”

“…because they won’t be expecting it, and you know how they won’t make a fuss unless we do.” Shachi knelt down in front of Nami and held her shoulders. “You wanna help us with the inaugural Family Day celebration? Make sure Mom and Dad know how much we appreciate the fact we’re here with them instead of who-knows-where?”

“I guess,” Nami shrugged.

“You’re forgetting that our parents are two former Marine officers, one of whom was an undercover spy,” Law stated. “How the hell do you plan on getting anything past them?”

“Oh, that part’s easy,” Penguin smirked. “That’s where you four come into play.”

The younger siblings weren’t entirely certain they wanted to hear that.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Being the middle two kids, Law and Nojiko knew that their place within the Sibling Hierarchy was a bit odd at best. They weren’t dumbasses like their elder brothers, and they weren’t babies like their younger siblings, but they were something, which was rather ill-defined and nebulous and altogether weird.

What they were, as it happened, was the sane ones, as sane as a fifteen-and-eleven-year-old brother-sister pair could possibly be in the grand scheme of things.

“You two really are morons if you think this is going to work,” Law said. He and Nojiko were watching as Penguin and Shachi were painting a banner in bright block letters.

“No kidding,” she scoffed. “Where are you going to hide everything?”

“In the orchard,” Penguin replied.

“Peng, they work in the orchard. Why do you think they’re going to just ignore the fact that there’s a bunch of extra party supplies just hanging around in the orchard?”

“We’re going to put them in a box, and bury the box, and then unbury it when the time is right,” Shachi explained. “It’s foolproof.”

“Why are they like this…?” Nojiko sighed. Law shook his head.

“Damned if I know. Remember: these are the dumbfucks who tried to convince Dad and me that Bepo was their pet polar bear.”

“Hey!” Penguin snapped, pointing with his brush, “he’s our cute baby brother and you know it!”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Law fired back. He watched as Bepo came into view carrying a chest, with Nami trailing close behind with a large bag. “…and what are you two plotting?”

“Chaos,” Nami beamed. Both Law and Nojiko looked over at Bepo, their eyebrows nearly in sync as they arched.

“I’m just doing what I’m told,” he admitted.

“…and, if we ask nicely, hopefully you’ll begin to help out too,” Shachi said.

“I’m not digging,” Nojiko scowled, folding her arms over her chest.

“That wasn’t what we had in mind for you, Nojicakes,” Shachi replied. He looked at Law and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not digging either,” the lad said.

“Oh, it was never going to involve digging.” Both Penguin and Shachi looked at Law, the former even mimicking the hand motion the youngest teen used to make a Room. Law cringed at that.

“Oh no… no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no… don’t you even dare! I’m not going to let you abuse my powers like that! You want to be weird, do it on your own time!”

“…but Law-nii…!” Nami protested. She stood in front of him, her eyes large and determined. “Chaos.”

Fuck… he was never going to be able to tell her no, wasn’t he…?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Almost two weeks passed in a flash. The siblings soldiered through it, sometimes stealing away in the middle of the night, sometimes out during the day. They worked on their decorative projects while hiding the evidence from their parents, despite the risks and dangers involved. They knew the risks in keeping things from former military, and frankly… they didn’t give a shit.

It was two days before Family Day and it was one such afternoon, with sweltering heat and the two adults having retreated to the house while the children were seas-knew-where. Cora and Bell-mère were laying together on the couch, both in tank tops and shorts as they wanted to cuddle while not succumbing to the heat.

“I don’t like how quiet it’s been,” Cora frowned. He stared up at the ceiling fan as it rotated slowly. “They keep not coming in during the hottest part of the day, almost like they’re hiding something.”

“Let them,” Bell-mère scoffed. “One of them is basically a doctor anyhow, and it make things easier around here for us.” She let her fingers trail over his ribs and he let out a low whine. “My highly educated and unfortunately maternal guess is that they won’t be back for another hour. You want to make use of that, or…?”

“I kind of want to know where our kids are, Belle,” he frowned. “Usually they tell us where they’re going, but they’re not…”

“Teenage rebellion—they need their space.”

“The younger three aren’t teenagers yet, and they don’t need space that much if they’re all going together.”

“You’re being a mother hen, for fuck’s sake,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Just leave them alone.”

“…but what if something’s wrong?” he wondered. “You know what’s after Law and me.”

“Fine—you want to be that way, then be that way.” Bell-mère rolled off Cora and glared at him. “If you need me, don’t, because I will be upstairs taking care of myself since you won’t.”

“Belle…”

“Rosi… you’re being a tit. Whatever’s so important they’re all out there together, it’s got to be good for them, right? I thought you wanted them to act like siblings.”

“I do, but…”

“…but nothing—as long as they don’t kill anyone, they’re fine. Now, if you excuse me…” She then went up the stairs to their bedroom, slamming the door shut when it was clear that Cora was not following. Her Co-Parent-Slash-Boytoy exhaled heavily as he scratched at his scalp—this was exhausting.

Deciding that he might as well follow through, Cora went outside and began searching the orchard for their makeshift brood. He was eventually able to confirm that they weren’t in the orchard, which then just posed the question of where in the hell were they?

“Kids…?” he called out as he walked into the woods. “Kids… where are you…?”

“Shit, it’s Dad!” Huh… was that Nojiko…? He couldn’t really see her…

“ROOM!”

Amongst the trees, Cora saw Law’s Devil Fruit ability manifest and he instantly became concerned. Why was he making a Room? What was so concerning that his sister needed to play lookout? He tried to run towards the Room’s origin point, only to trip and fall into the underbrush. By the time he hauled himself out and over to his kids, all six of them were staring at him as though he had shown up naked.

“What’s going on here?!” He looked at the kids and tried to figure out which one of them would be the easiest to crack. Even Bepo seemed like he’d be a tough one to weasel information out of, which was honestly terrifying. “I’ve been worried about you, running off in the middle of the day without word of when you’ll be back or where you’re going!”

“Dad…” Nami whined. “Law-nii and the goobers are with us! We can’t get into that much trouble! They’re spoil-sports!”

“I beg to differ,” Cora scowled. He looked at the aforementioned teen for a moment and swapped glares, only for him to notice something curious just behind him. “Is that freshly-moved dirt behind you…?”

“Yeah; I’m practicing,” Law stated. He opened another Room and swapped all his siblings and his father with piles of dirt and sticks and rocks and each other, the action wearing him out more than he cared to admit. “See? I’ve got to be able to use this ability offensively if we’re going to make it on the Grand Line.”

“Yeah!” Bepo squeaked. “Law-nii is going to be the captain, and he needs to be able to do scary things if that’s the case!”

“I don’t know if I’d call this scary,” Cora frowned. “Why don’t you kids come back for a little bit and I can at least get you some cold tangerines and iced tea—it’s awful out here.”

“A little break won’t hurt,” Penguin shrugged. “We can finish up after dinner.”

“Then it sounds like a plan,” Cora said. He picked up his youngest daughter and carried her on his shoulders as they walked back to the house together. It was only as he was falling down after tripping over a tree root—Law was already replacing Nami with a leaf—did he remember something:

Why were there scissors in the clearing…?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, Cora didn’t have much of a chance to confront his children later on in regards to the mysterious pair of scissors laying on the grass in the woods. Between putting dinner on the table, mediating an argument over which girl could wear which shirt, and the Apology Oral he was dragged into at the last minute (not that he was complaining about that one), Cora was distracted just enough to not think about that afternoon at all as his former superior officer rode his face until they were both a sweaty mess.

There were worse things to forget, actually, and it didn’t bother him as he drifted off into sleep content in Bell-mère’s arms.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“I am going to murder those little brats,” Bell-mère snarled. She had been trying all day to find the kids so that they could help with the fertilizer, and yet there was barely any hint as to them even existing since breakfast.

“What was that you said the other day about giving them space?” Cora deadpanned. He stopped shoveling cowshit out of the wheelbarrow and speared the ground with the shovel so he could lean on it. “How is this different?”

“It’s different because this is them getting out of work,” Bell-mère defended.

“I can’t really blame them here, Belle,” he replied. “This is literal shit from Brynn’s farm. Some of it is still warm, and not just from the sun.”

“…and the sooner it gets put in place, the quicker we don’t have to deal with it,” she argued. “Come on—they’re probably hiding at Genzo’s.”

Except, when they got to Genzo’s…

“You haven’t seen them?” Bell-mère marveled, unsure whether she should be additionally irritated or impressed. If she was being honest, it didn’t seem like anyone in town had seen all six of their kids that day, which was definitely an accomplishment.

“Well, I saw Bepo, but that was just long enough for him to give me this,” the sheriff said. He pulled an envelope out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Bell-mère. “Said something about how I should give it to you if you came around.”

“…but not deliver it,” Cora frowned. Genzo shrugged at that.

“Your kids are smarter than any of us want to admit,” he replied. “I’d hate to get on their bad side once they’re fully-grown and one of them’s in trouble.”

“This is true,” Cora nodded. He glanced over at Bell-mère and watched as she read the letter. “What’s it say?”

“It says to go to the north overlook for another clue…?” She wrinkled her nose and scowled. “The fuck is this shit?”

“Oh, a scavenger hunt!” Cora giggled. “They set up a game for us!”

“We don’t have time for fucking games,” Bell-mère groaned. She was tired and achy and smelled like the back end of a cow—to say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement. “It’s going to lead us home, so let’s go straight there and just nip this in the bud.”

“You don’t want to go along with it?” Cora asked. “If it was Bepo who gave it…”

“Then I promise to not yell,” Bell-mère sighed. “Why are kids so fucking exhausting?”

“You did it to yourselves,” Genzo reminded her before going back to his newspaper.

“Sometimes the parenting life chooses you,” Cora offered. Genzo nodded in agreement as the blond was dragged back towards the orchard, where they hoped the kids were ultimately hiding. “Why do you think they’re acting like this?”

“Fucked if I know,” she scoffed. “They’re always doing weird shit.” She looked over and saw that Cora was smiling wistfully. “What…?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Rosi.”

“Well… it’s just…” He rolled both his eyes and his shoulders. “It’s silly.”

“No, what is it?”

“It’s just…” Cora took Bell-mère’s hand in his and squeezed gently. “It reminds me of when I was little… when we lived in the family home.” He didn’t need to specify further—she long-knew about his previous life in the Holy Land Mariejois. “We used to play with each other and our cousins, just getting to be kids. That was before… it all happened.”

“You miss your brother, don’t you?”

“More than anything; I don’t know the man behind those sunglasses, or who the boy was that killed Father. All I know is that I miss Doffy.”

“Maybe one day,” she offered, knowing full-well it never would. The house was now in-sight and she gave him a grin. “Let’s sneak up on them.”

“You sure?”

“If they can fuck with us, we can fuck with them,” she reasoned. Without the ability to refute such logic, Cora made them both silent and they crept up to the house with ease, peeking into the window between the blind slats.

They weren’t entirely certain what they had expected, but it certainly was not what they saw. The taller of the kids were handing up colorful streamers and decorations, while the shorter ones were setting the table, and Law was in the kitchen fussing over… was that a cake…?

What in the world…?

“What the fuck…?” Bell-mère wondered. “It’s not a birthday, and we sure as fuck aren’t married.”

“I wonder what came over them…” Cora frowned. He puzzled over the answer, feeling as though he knew what it was and simply couldn’t put a name on it. They sat on the porch in silence for a moment before they crept over towards the door and crouched by the door. Cora undid the silencing on them and he silently counted down on his fingers.

Three… two… one…

At once, the two adults jumped up and burst through the door, making all six kids flinch in panic. They turned towards their nominal guardians and cringed—busted.

“Okay, there’s no way you got through that scavenger hunt that quick!” Shachi huffed. “We were guaranteed twenty-eight minutes!”

“Scavenger hunt my ass!” Bell-mère countered. “What the fuck is so important that you need to hide party decorations from us?!” The kids all stayed quiet, looking at one another as though they were trying to figure out who needed to spill the beans. Taking matters into their own hands, Nami and Bepo both grabbed fistfuls of tiny paper bits they were using for confetti and threw them in Bell-mère and Cora’s faces.

“Happy Family Day!” their youngest child cheered.

“…Family Day…?” Cora wondered. Bell-mère simply sputtered confetti out of her mouth—the fuck…?

“Yeah!” Bepo said. “We first got here two years ago today!”

“Today’s the day we became a family!” Nami added. “Peng-nii and Sach-nii said that this doesn’t happen very often, so we gotta show you we appreciate it!”

“You did…?” Cora looked at Penguin and Shachi from where they stood on chairs, his eyes watering.

“Well… yeah…?” Penguin shrugged.

“You aren’t dicks…?” Shachi replied warily.

“I wasn’t really sure about them when you first brought them home,” Nojiko added, “but they’ve grown on me.”

“I can swap things above ground with stuff below now,” Law mentioned casually. “That should come in handy.”

“Oh, that’s not terrifying,” Bell-mère cringed. She tried to pretend she was not crying, but was very clearly shedding tears. “Do you want us to… erm… come back later, or…?”

“I thought we needed to hake them do their fair share of the chores,” Cora smirked. He also was trying to pretend he was not crying, but was doing a very poor job with their youngest two children hugging him tightly while the elder two were also trying to not cry and… well… Law and Nojiko? The pair were just trying to make sure that the cake looked good.

“It’s not a surprise anymore,” Nojiko huffed.

“Yeah; might as well stay,” Law agreed. He turned the cake around as his siblings pushed Cora and Bell-mère towards the kitchen island. There were little mikan decorations along with fresh slices, and the hastily-piped letters in the teen’s distinctive lettering.

Happy Family Day

Thank you!

That was definitely when they all began to cry in earnest.

#I've been back to posting One Piece fic again a year ago today so matzel tov #Corabell #Bellazón #Donquixote Rosinante #Cora-san #Bell-mere #Bell-mère #Trafalgar Law #Penguin (One Piece)#Shachi (One Piece)#Nojiko (One Piece)#Nami (One Piece)#Bepo #Tangerine Hearts #THEY'RE SIBLINGS WITH A TWO-PARENT HOUSEHOLD YOUR HONOR #I just love them a lot okay #Trafalgar D. Water Law

7 notes · View notes