A/N: Hello! So, I guess this my fearless dive into One Piece. I became unhealthily obsessed with Corazon and Law (probably in part thanks to Doffy) and my muse decided to take me here. So here I am! Hope you guys enjoy :) Please excuse any OOC-ness as I'm still learning about these characters, I'm fairly new to OP but I've binged watched all the way to where its at now and started the manga at Whole Cake Island, then did some interwebs digging lol.
And for anyone that was brought here because you were following my other stories: never fear! I am alive and I will finish those. I don't care how long it takes. They will be complete. lol
Dressrosa was a mess.
Doflamingo seemed to be wearing down, which Yuna took to be a good thing. With his back to her, she decided to try and sneak up on him. He quickly turned around and slapped her - hard - sending Yuna flying backwards and into the ground.
"You bitch," he said, walking towards her. Her chest hurt from the fall, the blood starting to pool in the back of her head.
She vaguely heard Luffy calling her name before Doflamingo grabbed her hair, pulling Yuna up from the ground.
"You know, I'll always blame you for what happened to my brother," he said, that irritating smile making her eye twitch.
Yuna smiled back up at him, laughing a little. "Well, what can I say? I guess he thought the sex was good."
He gritted his teeth as he slammed Yuna into the ground repeatedly, calling her every name in the book, swearing up and down that a human like her could do that to someone like his brother.
"Doffy," she heard a familiar voice say. Yuna smiled.
Ah, that did it.
"Corazon," Doflamingo said slowly, his hands coming to his sides. "I was not expecting this."
"Thought you left me for dead all those years, didn't you?" he asked. "As much as I hate you, I would really appreciate it if you stopped doing that to my wife."
"What?!" he snarled, looking down at Yuna with a face of disgust. "You made this thing your wife?!"
Yuma had the audacity to wink at him. "I'm telling you, it's the sex."
"My love, you're two seconds away from death," Cora said, running his hand down his face. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and popping it into his mouth. Yuna closed her eyes, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Cora-San!" Luffy yelled, trying to help the man put the flames out from his feather coat. Yuna rolled her eyes and sighed, and could have sworn Doflamingo sighed as well.
Doflamingo brought his attention back to Yuna, pulling her hair a little more. She grimaced as he came nose to nose with her. "You have caused me some grief," he said, tossing her back on the ground. "I'll forgive you when you're dead."
"Mingo!" Yuna heard Luffy say before the world went black.
"I love you!" Corazon said to Law before closing the chest. As the chest clicked itself closed, both Corazon and Yuna breathed a sigh of relief. 'We're almost free,' Yuna thought as she looked at the closed chest. Corazon turned towards Yuna as she began scanning the immediate area. She knew Doflamingo was near. She could feel it in her bones.
"Yuna," he called, holding his hand out for her. "I can't thank you enough for going all through this with me."
She smiled at Corazon. "You're a good man, Cora. What you're doing for Law-" Yuna choked on her words, looking at the quiet chest that held a little boy. "You've given him another chance at life."
Suddenly, Yuna felt a sharp pain in her back and started flying backwards. Corazon's eyes grew wide as she flew farther and farther away from him. "Cora!" Yuna screamed, afraid of what she was going to fly into. Her back hit the tree hard enough to shake the snow loose that was hanging from the branches. She could feel the pieces of wood embedded into her back as she slumped down into the snow. Yuna heard him scream her name before she fell unconscious and into the snow.
The sun started to peek out of the clouds, warming up the area around Yuna ever so slowly. The snow melted around her as she finally started to regain some consciousness. It was quiet, and she didn't like that. Yuna sat up, her head throbbing as she tried her best to see if she, Corazon, or Law we're still in any danger. Yuna stared at an imprint in the ground, noticing that the chest that Law was hiding in was gone, but there was a body laying next to the imprint of where the chest used to be.
"Oh no," she whispered, getting out of the snow and making her way towards Corazon.
"Cora," she said, tears rolling down her face. She could see all the blood, the snow soaked in it around him. His breath was shallow, his chest subtly rising up and down. "Cora," Yuna said again, kneeling in the blood soaked snow, ripping his shirt open to check his wounds. His chest was riddled with gunshot wounds, bruises and scrapes marred his body. Shakily, Yuna's hand grazed over them, his face wincing a bit at her touch.
"I love you, too, you know," he said.
"What?" Yuna looked at him, tears flowing freely and down her face.
"You're free. Both of you," he said, before exhaling for the last time.
"Cora?" Yuna's voice squeaked as she noticed his chest stopped rising. "Cora? Roci.." she sobbed, cradling his face in her hands. His mouth was curved into a smile, the markings on his face almost making him look quite happy. Yuna's forehead touched his as she let the tears flow and her screams engulfed the both of them. Tears that fell from her face landed on his, and slowly rolled down and into the snow, mixing with his blood.
Hours seemed to pass before she heard the crunching of snow behind her.
"Yuna, of the Donquixote family?"one of the cloaked people asked.
Yuna opened her eyes, seeing three cloaked figures. One of them had their face hidden very well, all anyone could see were the shadows his face made and the tell tale signs of a tattoo on his face.
The other two weren't exactly as cloaked than they might have thought to be. One had a rather large head, with purple hair sticking out of the hood. Their small body was covered , except for the matching purple heels that sunk into the snow. The other person was just fucking gigantic, the cloak flowing freely around him. He was holding something that looked like a bible, his hands covered in brown gloves. The three of them looked on at Yuna and Corazon's body.
"What's it to you?" Yuna spat back, moving herself to be a barrier between the three people and Cora's lifeless body.
"We're here to help you and lover boy," the purple haired man said.
"Cora's dead," she forced out, swallowing down the bile that threatened to spill out of her mouth. "I might as well be too, so just leave us be."
"Aw, you poor thing," the purple man said, moving to be closer to Yuna.
As much as Yuna wanted to fight, the cold and the severity of her injuries were taking a toll on Yuna. She turned back to Corazon, looking at his face one last time before plunging into darkness.
Yuna was sitting next to a very alive Corazon when a group of people came rushing in with a small boy with blonde hair. His small body was almost fully bandaged, his left eye carefully covered, but Yuna could see the burn peeking out at the bottom.
"Cora," she whispered, holding onto his hand.
He squeezed her hand in return. "He will be fine," he said, reassuring her. "If Ivankov was able to bring me back from the dead, they can save that little boy."
They both followed the group in as they laid the boy down on the bed. Yuna stepped forward, assessing the work that was already done and letting the other nurses know what needs to be completed to start his recovery here at Baltigo. She wrote on his charts as the nurses started hooking him up to various IV bags and taking his vitals.
"You guys did good, Iva," Yuna said to Ivankov. "Looks like just our standard observation will be needed and he should make a full recovery. I'll need to watch his eye though."
Ivankov began to retell the story of how Dragon was late returning to the ship, and when he had arrived, he had brought the boy - Sabo. At least, that's what they thought his name was. Dragon had told them Sabo's ship was destroyed by a celestial dragon, and he found him barely breathing laying on a piece of wood. Yuna took all of this into consideration as she scribbled a few more notes on his chart. She heard Corazon leave the room, but didn't look back, focused on her patient. As she was checking his IV drip, he started to stir before opening his eyes.
He was startled by Ivankov, which Yuna chuckled at. Everyone who first met Ivankov had the same reaction. Yuna had joked that maybe he should tone down on the hair and makeup, which he responded with a scoff and something along the lines of "purple is beautiful".
"Sabo, is that your name?" one of the soldiers asked.
"I.. I don't know," the boy said, his brows furrowing together.
Yuna sat there quietly, looking at him. "If Sabo isn't your name, then what is it?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said again, slower this time. "I don't remember much."
Ivankov gasped dramatically. "Has the boy lost his memory?"
"It appears so," Yuna said, her hands coming up to his face to examine him. "Just relax, you're in good hands here," she said, feeling the back of his head for any bumps and bruising. "May I?" she asked him, pointing to the bandaged eye.
He stared at Yuna for a minute before nodding. She carefully unwrapped the bandages from his eye, taking care to gently tug on the pieces that stuck to his hair. Once the last piece was off, a soft but audible gasp was heard in the room. Yuna reached into the bedside table and took out a clean rag, gauze pads, burn ointment, and more bandages. "Tis but a scratch," she said lightly, smiling at the boy.
"Can I see it?" the boy asked as Yuna continued to clean the burned area. She nodded as she took a mirror out of the bedside table for him to hold. He squinted his good eye, not at all surprised by what he saw. The skin was completely burned, turning a raging pink at the moment. There was still some blood seeping through, but not much. The burn came down just under his eye, making a familiar jagged shape.
"You look just like me," Cora said, coming up behind Yuna.
Yuna furrowed her brow, a bit confused as to what he meant by that, so she turned around, surprised to see Corazon with a familiar blue marking under his right eye and lipstick that ran along the sides of his face. "Cora-" Yuna started, but was cut off by a wink. She stared in horror as Sabo's eyes grew large.
Neither Corazon or Yuna didn't know it at the time, but this would be the start of Doflamingo's fall.
The years had passed and they have been good to Yuna and Corazon. Sabo was becoming more strong and skillful by the day, slowly working his way up the ranks of the revolutionary army. Both Yuna and Corazon were sent on various missions, sometimes solo, but most of the time together. The two have grown closer with each mission they had accomplished.
"Hey Cora-San!" Yuna said cheerfully, sitting next to him on the bench. "You know it's been five years now since we've been with the Revolutionary Army? How time flies..." she said, her thoughts drifting off somewhere. She felt two large hands envelop her small ones, and she turned to look at Corazon, who was smiling brightly back at her.
He didn't have his trademark look on today. It was just him - Donquixote Rocinante - a man Yuna somehow fell in love with during the last five years, may be even longer than that if she thought about it hard enough. His unkept hair fell just above his eyes, which were turned up as if they were smiling, too. His lips were turned up into a small smile, one that showed adoration.
"Wow, really? Five years? I never thought I would have lived past that day we got the Ope Ope no Mi for Law." He squeezed her hand a bit tighter. "I meant what I said all those years ago. Do you remember?"
Yuna bit her lip, knowing exactly what he was talking about. At the time she didn't say what she wanted to because she was so worried that he was going to do, so her mind was focused on their survival. She just wanted him to live, just like what he'd wished for Law. As his visit with death became a faraway thought, Yuna's feelings never changed, then they got stronger and stronger.
"Yes," she simply answered, smiling at him.
They stared at each other for a few minutes, their faces slowly meeting with one another. His forehead touched hers as she closed her eyes, basking in the moment. The warmth on her forehead momentarily went away and was replaced by soft lips. Yuna looked up at him and smiled.
"I love you, you know," he said, smiling.
"I love you, too, Roci," she said, noticing how his eyes got wider with each word she said.
Suddenly his eyes were so wide it was comical, his jaw wide open as he realized what Yuna just called him. "Y-Yuna," he stuttered. "You never call me that."
She giggled, blushing a bit at his reaction. "Do you not like it? I can just keep calling you Cor-"
Her sentence was cut off by his lips on hers. He took her by surprise at first, but as his arms snaked around Yuna's waist, her arms did the same, wrapping comfortably around his neck. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, begging for entrance. Yuna climbed onto his lap, tilting her head to the side as she opened her mouth to him. He groaned, feeling as she nestled perfectly on top of his thighs. Yuna moaned into his mouth as his hands ventured more south. Yuna moved her hips experimentally, earning a delicious sound from Corazon. His hands came back up, gently grabbing your hair and moving her head to the side to expose the side of her neck to him. His breath ghosted along her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body. Yuna ground her hips, feeling him throb in between them.
"Fuck," he said, breathlessly. He held onto her hips for dear life. "We should probably go somewhere more private."
"Well, my room or yours?" Yuna asked, carding your fingers through his hair.
"Mine is closer," he hummed. Corazon picked Yuna up with ease and started making his way inside.
Luckily, no one was around to see her being carried by Corazon. He stepped into his room, kicking the door shut and locking it for good measure. He kissed her as he walked them over to his desk, setting Yuna on top of it. He wasted no time in unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it aside. Yuna shimmied out of her bra, draping it over the chair, as Corazon took a second to admire her.
"This makes it all worth it," he said, love and adoration laced into every word.
Yuna made a very lady-like snort as she swatted his arm. "Yeah yeah, Mr. Suave. No need to swoon me when you already have me," she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
The Sabaody Archipelago was oddly quiet as Marineford slowly became decimated. Yuna and Corazon were watching from a distance, safely hidden in the shadows. Yuna was standing in front of him, his arms casually hanging around her waist.
The battle at Marineford came upon the Revolutionary Army. Somehow they were both there and not present at all. Faces they hadn't seen in years like Emporio Ivankov and Bartholomew Kuma, faces Yuna and Corazon missed so much, as they were the first friendly faces both of them remember seeing since joining the group. Then there were the big players that everyone was expecting to be there: the Whitebeard Pirates, Aokiji, Kizaru, Akainu, and the Seven Warlords.
The Warlords.
Donquixote Doflamingo became one some time ago, and Yuna was a bit irritated for a while, then just forgetting about it all together. His obnoxiously pink feather coat still rested on his shoulders, his sunglasses shining in the sun. Yuna made a comment about his choice of attire and Corazon couldn't help but giggle, his chest rumbling behind her.
They saw everything, the battle between the marines and the pirates, the Warlords going against the pirates, and that ever annoying Captain Buggy kept coming into focus.
Suddenly, there was a yellow submarine that surfaced, with an oddly familiar looking Jolly Roger. Yuna felt his hands hold her hips just a bit tighter, the tension in the air thickening.
The door of the submarine opened, and a tall, thin man with a familiar spotted hat came out. "Law," Yuna whispered holding onto Corazon's hands, interlacing their fingers. 'He looks so healthy,' she noted. No more spots. No more sickness. He was a grown man, with his own crew. Yuna couldn't help but feel proud. She smiled as they noticed him waving in ex-Warlord Jimbei, who was carrying an unconscious Luffy, then quickly running in after them and the vessel submerged back into the water.
Yuna seemed to be faring better than the man behind her. She could hear him trying to silently sob, but was failing quite miserably. Yuna turned her head to look at him, his tears freely falling with the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face. The relief he felt that Law lived and was cured washed over him in waves. Yuna can just imagine his make up running down his face if he had his usual Corazon face on. She reached up and wiped his tears away, cradling his cheek in her hand.
"He's alive because of you, you know," she said to him, running her thumb across his cheek, wiping another tear away. "He is there because of you."
He leaned down, pressing his lips into her. Yuna sighed into the kiss, melting in his arms. He continued to kiss her, his hands starting to freely roam all over your body.
"Roci," she moaned, trying to pull him into the shadows more. "We're in public!"
Yuna tried to sound like she was chastising him, but it didn't work. It just made him more daring. "May be we should start making our way back to headquarters, where our room is at," he said huskily.
They decided to take their departure when Shank's outrageously red hair came on the screen.
Yuna was walking down the hallway when suddenly she heard Sabo screaming. Her walk turned into a run, slamming the door open as Sabo started to crumble towards the floor. Koala was next to him, trying to calm him down. Yuna walked up to the hysterical man, sitting on her knees as she rubbed his back. She looked at Koala, who glanced towards the newspaper in front of them. It was open to the article talking about what happened at Marineford, and the death of Fire Fist Ace.
Portgas D. Ace, Yuna came to learn. He was one of the two brothers Sabo had. Luffy was the other. Everything started to click into place in an instant, piecing together the story that started so long ago, and trying to understand the grief Sabo is feeling now. In a matter of seconds, he regained his memories, then realizing one of his brothers were dead and the other critically injured, and it was just too much. Yuna's heart ached for the chief of staff, knowing that, for all these years, he had tried so hard to remember, but it took Ace's death to open the gates.
She was briefly reminded of the small boy that Dragon had brought in and that she took care of. She remembered the days she stayed with him to recover, and the days he spent training. She remembered the countless nights staying up with him, trying to do things that could trigger his memory block to clear, but to no avail. She remembered the discussions she had with him when he was becoming a teenager, no longer thinking about what was but what he was coming to be.
Yuna looked up and her eyes scanned the room, looking for a particular face. He was also a part of these memories she had of Sabo. He was the father figure that Sabo never had until Dragon rescued him. When Yuna couldn't soothe him, he would. When Sabo had nightmares very early on, he somehow found his room, and more often than not, she would see both of them comfortably sleeping the day away. He trained with him, like father and son. She saw something reignite in him when he was around Sabo, something she only saw when he was with Law.
Yuna's eyes finally landed on his, her tears on the verge of falling. "Please," she mouthed to him, embracing Sabo just a little tighter. She smoothed down his unruly blonde hair, hoping it would quiet his hard sobbing. As Corazon got closer, Koala respectfully stepped back, knowing how much the two meant to him.
"Come on," he gently said to Sabo, holding him around the shoulders and raising him up.