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the blade daughter, pt. 1

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pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

alternate title: dracule mihawk cures your daddy issues!

rating: mature

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!dracule mihawk | live action!straw hat ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 23.6k total | 8.3k this part

description: as the daughter of dracule mihawk, you've been living alone at home, unwilling to go out and find a life of your own due to the belief that your father needs you around. but when he sends you off to buy him a jacket, you end up running into a pirate crew—and a particular swordsman—that end up changing how you feel.

tags: mihawk's daughter!reader, female reader, canon-typical violence, cursing, no use of 'y/n', pet names per mihawk ('dear', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'little hawk'), emotional hurt/comfort, sexual harassment (from nameless OC), slow burn

author’s note: finally she's here! i'm posting it spaced out because i don't want to overload you all with a 23.6k fic in one post... IMPORTANT NOTE: i did some research from the animanga for mihawk's personality, weapons, and home, but this is still very much only a fic for OPLA and not the other iterations of the material.

the fic is not exactly only a romance; it focuses a lot on the reader's personal character development along with her relationship with mihawk too. i hope you guys don't mind! i kind of lost the plot lol.

reader is mihawk's biological daughter, but is stated to take after her mother and doesn't bear similarity to mihawk. so the fic is poc reader friendly!

Your dad was late to dinner again.

To be fair, Dracule Mihawk didn’t exactly follow a schedule. He was fickle—back when you’d been a girl, he’d been around all the time, because although he was a lot of things, Mihawk was not an absentee parent. But as you’d grown older, he started being less strict, leaving you alone for days and weeks until you’d finally matured into an adult. Mihawk spent most of his time away from the house, now—but you agreed to have dinner together every week, no matter what part of the ocean he was in.

And he was late.

You’d started cooking the meal early, only for Mihawk to not show up when everything was ready. Or after everything was ready. Or even when everything had cooled, and you’d eaten your fill, and waited in your chair for him to arrive. He finally showed up a quarter past two in the morning, the doors of the dining room bursting open to announce his entrance.

You cracked an eye open from where you’d been dozing in your seat. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Mihawk said, taking his hat off and bowing with a flourish. He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “I got a little busy. Garp had me deal with a pirate in the East Blue.”

You made a face at him as he sat down to eat. “Could’ve at least let me know. Den den mushi exist for a reason.”

“Ah, well, my apologies.” Mihawk sighed, dramatic as ever—you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him for more than a few minutes, though, something he knew well. “It would’ve gone quickly had some upstart not challenged me to a duel. So I had to spend the night.” He tsked, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “And then I went to visit an old friend. Red-haired Shanks.”

“I remember him.” You got up from your seat, moving to the kitchen to rifle in the icebox for a popsicle. “Another duel? What’s this week’s body count?”

“You know I don’t tally such trifling matters, sweetheart,” Mihawk said. You shrugged, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen to watch him start eating. “This pasta is cold.”

“Wasn’t cold four hours ago,” you said, languidly licking at your popsicle. “No sympathy here, dad.”

“Fine,” Mihawk said. “Anyway, I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of the man. Tall, green hair, three swords.” He wrinkled his nose. “Said people called him the Demon.”

“Roronoa Zoro,” you affirmed, slipping into the chair beside your father. “Scariest pirate hunter in the East Blue. You killed him?”

“Clearly not much of a pirate hunter, considering he’s a pirate now,” Mihawk said, the scrape of his knife and fork ringing around the room. “Joined the man I Garp sent me after, this little boy in a straw hat. And no. I let him and his crew go.”

You paused, voice faltering as you registered the words. “You let him live?”

“Yes. He was rather interesting. I expect he’ll come find me later,” Mihawk answered. You stared at him, still baffled. Your father was a lot of things, but a man of mercy was not one of them. Your earliest memory of him exacting his power over others was when you’d been two, watching from your crib as he speared the nanny for calling you a brat. A touching gesture, for certain, but still. “But enough about work. How have you been, little hawk?”

“Bored,” you said with a sigh. “It’s so dull on this island.”

Mihawk looked amused. “You could leave. I’m not restricting you here anymore.” Back in your teen years, Mihawk hadn’t let you leave the house—something about enemies wanting to kill his daughter or whatever else nonsense. He’d trained you personally, though, so you were nearly as fearsome as your father—able to beat anyone in combat in the blink of an eye. “You don’t have to stay.”

“The house would get all dusty,” you protested, lips tugging into a line. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t done any exploring. Mihawk had taken you to all four seas throughout your adolescence, and you’d taken vacations to everywhere of importance. You just—didn’t have much of a point to leave, really. You very much preferred not to, something tying you firmly to the island, to your castle. “And besides, where would I even go?”

“I hear the East Blue is interesting this time of year,” Mihawk said. “You could venture around here, but…” He shrugged. “The Grand Line is dangerous.”

You made a face. “I’ve lived here my entire life. I can take care of myself.”

“Certainly,” Mihawk agreed easily. “But it’s simply not worth it. You really should get out more, dear. It’s not good for your health.”

“Maybe,” you said, but you weren’t very enthusiastic about it. “Here, I’ll clean Yoru for you while you finish eating.” You moved around the back of his chair, lifting his sword off the jacket he hadn’t bothered to shed from his back. You grimaced upon seeing a line of dried blood along the blade. “Dad.”

“Sorry, dear,” Mihawk said, and you rolled your eyes, carrying the sword over to the living room. You set Yoru down with a heavy thud, pulling out a box of materials. Mihawk came over to watch you, one arm propped against the doorway as his aureate eyes gazed down as you worked.

Compared to your dad, you looked relatively normal. You’d always taken after your mother—a mysterious woman you barely had any memories of—and the relation between the two of you was never immediately obvious. The fact your eyes were plainly normal instead of bearing the golden hawk eyes Mihawk had was another factor added to that, too.

You pulled out a bottle of oil, pouring it generously over Yoru’s blade before grabbing a cloth to carefully wipe it with. “Where in the East Blue?” you asked abruptly, not looking up. Mihawk’s fork clinked along the ceramic of his bowl, presumably surprised you’d actually consider the offer of leaving.

“Well, I could send you out to run some errands if you wish. I’ve got some things to attend to,” Mihawk optioned. “There’s this one store in Loguetown with a rather nice jacket I’ve had my eye on.”

You shot him a disbelieving look. “You want me to go to the East Blue to buy you a jacket.”

Mihawk shrugged. “My birthday’s coming up.”

“No, it’s not.” You slid your rag along the edge of Yoru’s blade, folding it in half before wiping the entire thing again to ensure there was no grime left. “Finished. Maybe I’ll just stay—”

Mihawk gave you a look.

“Fine. Loguetown it is,” you said with a sigh. “Don’t give me a crew. I’ll just take one of the sloops. I’ll get your dumb jacket for you.” You got up, tossing the cloth over a shoulder to hand wash later. “I’ll leave later today.”

Mihawk clicked his tongue. “You’re so enthusiastic, darling. I can practically see the excitement oozing off of you.”

You rolled your eyes, moving past him to go up to your room. “Short trip,” you said. “No more than a couple of days.”

“The little hawk, so incited to leave the nest.”

“Shut up.”

Mihawk had complied with your wishes, as when you woke up the next morning, he had already prepared a sloop for you to board alone. You packed some of your things, not being too fussy about the clothing or other objects, knowing that the boat was already well-stocked on its own. Mihawk waited to send you off, though you knew he probably had affairs to attend to by now.

“Be good, darling,” he said, while you were loading up the last of your stuff. Just like your father, you preferred to wear your sword on your back; a present he’d given you at the age of thirteen. “I’ll call you. I’ve got business in the South Blue.”

“Have fun,” you said, and he kissed the back of your hand before pushing you off.

Loguetown was just how you’d remembered it, buzzing with civilians and pirates alike. The stores were plentiful, and filled to the brim with customers—it was all a little overwhelming compared to the peace and quiet you were used to. Still, it wasn’t a bad place to stay for a few weeks, and you might as well take your time there.

You slung your coat on as you exited the docks, glancing around the town in search of something to do first. Since you weren’t especially interested in retrieving a jacket for your father just yet, you beelined to the nearest tavern to grab something to eat. It was a lot easier traveling without Mihawk at your side—as much as you loved him, he had the habit of attracting both trouble and fear wherever he went, and he was near impossible to go out with.

The tavern was full, but not too crowded, and you managed to slip over to the bar without much trouble. It seemed to mostly consist of pirates—rough men with flowing jackets and holsters of guns and swords at their hip, clustered together in groupings that clearly proved their alliances with each other. You were one of the only patrons who was alone.

You gestured for the barkeep, and she bustled over from where she was serving a particularly ragtag group of pirates. They were mismatched, colors oddly paired—a girl with neon orange hair, a short man with a straw hat, one wearing a flowery shirt and goggles and the last man dressed in clothes far too formal for a bar. “What can I get for you?” she asked, a thick brogue dragging down her words.

You told her your drink order, still eyeing the group. The barkeep followed your vision and let out a sigh. “Don’t bother. Three men have already tried to capture him for the bounty. Broke half my furniture. And we got a rule here, anyway—no fightin’.”

“Does he have a bounty?” you asked with a frown. She scoffed.

“Does he ever. Thirty million berry, child. Highest in the East Blue.” She shook her head. “That crew won’t let anyone touch ‘im. Hell, I think his first mate’s still outside cleaning up the bodies.” She sighed again. “Well, I’ll have that drink out for you in a moment.”

You nodded, slipping into the closest available chair. Now that you were paying attention, you could see practically every pair of eyes fixed on the group—specifically, on the man in the center wearing the straw hat.

Before you could ask another question, the door to the tavern opened, and a lean, green-haired man filled the doorway. You glanced over at the barkeep, a flash of recognition in your eyes. “That’s Roronoa Zoro.”

“Aye,” she said, setting your drink in front of you. “If there’s someone who might be able to cash in that bounty, it’d be him. But believe it or not, he’s with the Straw Hat.”

You watched as the pirate hunter made his way to the table the others sat at. The glint of his famed three earrings reflected off the tavern lights, and the sword on his hip swayed as he walked—but there was only one rather than the three you’d heard tales about. “Yeah, my father said something of the sort.”

The barkeep hummed, turning to attend to a pirate who’d taken a seat at your left. “And who’s your father, lass?”

“Dracule Mihawk.”

The pirate beside you raised his head, turning towards you in almost alarm. Beside him, his crew quieted, and the barkeep glanced up to meet your eyes. “Dracule Mihawk?” she repeated incredulously.

“He sent me to buy him a coat,” you said. “I don’t suppose you know where any shops are around here?”

“Er, there’s a shop off main you might want to see,” the barkeep said, eyes flickering over to the pirate crew that had changed their focus to you. “Anything else for you, then?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you said, taking another sip of your drink. She nodded, leaving the bar in favor of moving over to another table. The pirate beside you turned slowly, stool scraping against the floor as he sneered down at you.

“Dracule Mihawk’s daughter, eh?” he asked. “Care if I buy you a drink?” Behind him, the rest of his crew tittered. You just sighed.

“Sorry, my father doesn’t let me go out with anyone who hasn’t bested me in combat.” You knocked back the rest of your drink, glancing up and down the pirate’s figure. He didn’t look like much—two pistols strapped to the hip, a longsword on the other, a raggedy leather jacket with a hat to match.

The pirate scoffed. “Please,” he said, though you could see his skin turning rapidly crimson. “I doubt you’re even related to him. No hawk eyes or nothing.”

You met his gaze, lips tightening into a line. “I take after my mother.”

“Biggest lie I ever heard, aye, crew?” The pirate turned back towards the rest of his men, and they cheered in agreement. You huffed out a sigh, trying your very best not to turn combative—despite everything, you were proud of your relationship with your father, and anyone trying to call you a liar for your lineage just left you vexed and angry. Before you could step away, though, the pirate turned towards the rest of the tavern, apparently having had a bit too much liquor. He raised his voice, practically yelling now. “Oi! This girl thinks she’s the daughter of Dracule Mihawk!”

Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Roronoa Zoro look up, the rest of his crew glancing over at you at the words. You were distracted within a second, the pirate shoving your arm. “Hey, don’t look away, girl. I’m trying to—”

You grabbed onto his wrist, nails razor-sharp as they embedded into his skin. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, you think you’re tough, do you?” The pirate yanked his hand out of your grip. “Did your daddy teach you how to fight, huh? Think you can beat me?”

“I know I can beat you,” you answered. The pirate reached for his sword, then, fingers tightening around the hilt.

“Alright, let’s make it a bet then. You beat me, I believe your claim about being Mihawk’s daughter.” His lips curled back into an ugly sneer, and you debated stepping out of the conversation and just going off to find that shop for your dad’s coat anyway. Fights like these were never worth getting into, and you really didn’t want to break any more of the barkeep’s furniture after she’d let out her annoyances to you.

Before you could, though, the pirate opened his big mouth once again.

“I beat you, and you go to bed with me.”

You were whipping your sword out before you could even think, red flashing in your vision as you scraped your blade out from the holster on your back. The metal gleamed under the lights, white steel bright as day as you leveled it in your hand. It wasn’t the largest weapon, a perfectly balanced cut-and-thrust spadroon with a golden hilt wrapped in white ribbon. You tightened your grip on the handle.

“I beat you,” you hissed, voice low, “and you’re dead.”

He lunged for you, pulling his sword out in one solid stroke and meeting yours in a loud clang. You shot an apologetic look towards the barkeep, spinning on your back leg and kicking the pirate away. The force caused him to stumble, sword skittering to the side as you shoved it off your blade.

One of his crew members had cocked a gun to your head, and you spun your swords toward him, blade cutting through the metal like it was butter. The rest of the crew stepped back, one or two of them lunging for you. You parried all of their attacks, shoving them to the ground until they stopped trying to fight.

The captain had gotten up, a fierce snarl upon his face as you slammed your blade down towards him. He blocked it with his sword, and then went for various attacks towards your figure—you dodged each one of them, parrying them easily as you moved backwards. At the last one, you used your weight to buck the sword back in his direction, and he stumbled again.

You ducked down, sweeping him off his feet with a well-aimed kick to his shins, and he fell, sword clattering out of reach as he dropped flat on his back. You towered over him, pointing the edge of your blade at his throat.

“You want me to go outside to kill him?” you asked. The barkeep sighed.

“If you don’t mind, lass.”

“Not at all.” You bent over, grabbing firmly onto the pirate’s shirt and yanking him upwards. His crew made a move towards you, but you just shoved your sword in their direction, and they stepped away. You spun your sword’s hilt around in your hand with a flourish, then started dragging the captain out the tavern door.

“No—wait—let me go,” the pirate begged, once you dropped him to the gravel outside and moved your sword to his throat again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—I didn’t mean it—you’re a pretty girl, that’s all—”

“I don’t date men who can’t beat me in combat,” you said coolly. “Lower your expectations.” With that, you spun your sword again, sliding it back on the holster of your jacket. “I’ll let you live just this once. If you ever make any comments towards a woman again—”

“I get it. I’m sorry,” the man said, scrambling to his feet. You just eyed him.

“I need another drink.”

The tavern was dead silent when you returned to your seat, gingerly sitting back down on the stool you’d first occupied. “Another drink, if you don’t mind,” you said to the barkeep, and she nodded. A moment passed as she filled your mug, and then she asked—

“Is Dracule Mihawk really your father?”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered, taking the drink she offered and taking a swig. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Straw Hat pirate and his crew muttering amongst themselves. One of them nudged Roronoa Zoro in the side, and he grimaced, the loose shirt he wore parting with the motion. You caught a glimpse of bandages, wound tight with blood seeping through a familiar line. Yoru’s doing.

Zoro stood up, making his way over to the bar beside you. He propped his elbows on the table, but he didn’t sit, nodding at the barkeep. “Another round for my friends,” he said. His voice was quieter than you’d expected; a low mutter and almost soft in timbre. He glanced over at you, eyes flickering down and up again before he spoke. “I tried to kill your father.”

“Yeah, he told me,” you said. “Roronoa Zoro. What happened to your other two swords?”

Zoro scoffed. “Your dad.”

“He can be a little dramatic sometimes,” you said apologetically. He glanced over you again.

“You don’t look much like him.” He paused. “Figured I’d know if Mihawk had a daughter.”

“I take after my mother, and he’s very overprotective,” you said, getting just the slightest bit annoyed about everyone questioning your parentage. The barkeep returned then, sliding five beers across the table over to Zoro, and you stood up. “Now if you’d excuse me, I have some shopping to do.”

You exited the tavern after paying your tab, wandering around the streets of Loguetown to find the closest clothing store. Your father’s style was ridiculously grand, so it’d be something in the nicer branch of the city—you had just entered your best guess when you pulled out a shell phone, pushing the little snail into your ear and calling your father’s number.

He picked up on the first ring. “What is it, darling?”

“Did you have a specific coat in mind?” You glanced through a row of black leather, trying to find one that’d match Mihawk’s liking. “I’m at this place called Lady Tide’s Dressing Boutique. It’s the bougiest place I could find.”

“Lady Tide’s would be correct,” Mihawk said. “I trust your taste. Pick something I’d like.”

“You better be paying me back for this,” you threatened, turning the corner as you spoke. You jumped back in surprise, letting out a squeak as the Straw Hat pirate from before appeared right in front of you, a grin stretching up his face.

Mihawk’s laugh crackled through the line at your surprise. “Get startled, dear?”

“The pirate Garp sent you after is stalking me,” you deadpanned. The Straw Hat pirate’s grin only widened. “I’ll call you back.”

You hung up, taking the den den mushi out of your ear and back into its case. “What?”

“You’re a really good fighter,” the Straw Hat said brightly. “I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m going to be King of the Pirates. You should think about joining my crew!”

“I—” you stared at him in disbelief, mind reeling from the whiplash of his words. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not a pirate.”

Luffy tilted his head to the side in question. “But your dad is Mihawk.”

“That doesn’t make me a pirate. I just stay at home for the most part,” you said. Luffy continued following you around the store, however, even as you stepped past him to browse more jackets. You glimpsed the rest of his crew hanging around the store, though none seemed to do any actual shopping. You figured Lady Tide’s was probably out of their price range. “Why are you still following me?”

“I think you should join my crew,” Luffy repeated. “Have you ever been to the Grand Line? That’s where we’re headed next.”

You gave him a look. “I live in the Grand Line.”

“Whoa,” Luffy breathed. “Well, you must know all about it, then!”

You turned away from him, picking a jacket off the rack in front of you and appraising it. Golden buttons, long tailcoat, wide lapels—not really Mihawk’s taste. You set it back. “Not really,” you finally answered. “Like I said, I stay at home for the most part. Haven’t done much exploring.”

“Don’t you want to?” Luffy asked, taking a step closer to you. You flinched. “Your dad’s one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea! You should be going out and adventuring, not just staying at home and doing whatever Mihawk tells you to!”

“Don’t,” you snapped, voice low. “I stay home because I want to. Not because my dad forces me to.” Your words bore no lie, but still, there was a rumble of uncertainty deep in your gut. Mihawk had always been supportive, but pirating had always been his thing. You preferred the solace of your own home, and there was no point in adventuring when Mihawk had seen it all before.

“I’m just saying, what do you even do all day?” Luffy asked with a quirk of the lip. “Stay home and clean? Go out once in a while to buy groceries or get stuff for your dad?” He gestured at the coat you were holding, and you flushed, shoving it back onto the rack. “Isn’t it boring? Don’t you want more than such an average life?”

“I’m perfectly happy with my life right now, thank you,” you snapped. “Go preach to someone else.”

Luffy had stopped walking, then, looking at you with an almost sympathetic expression on his face. “Living isn’t the same as thriving, you know,” he said. “You should go out. Find adventure. Aren’t there things you want to know? Questions you want answered?”

“Luffy.” You turned to see Roronoa Zoro move to his captain’s side, head dipping as he spoke to him. His tone was quiet, but you could still overhear— “Leave her alone. We’ve got business.”

Luffy looked dejected at that, but he agreed, bowing his head towards you before turning to the rest of his crew. They’d gathered by the mouth of the store, engaged in their own various activities as they waited. You watched Luffy turn to leave, words climbing up your throat even as you tried to swallow them down. “Wait!”

Luffy turned, that bright smile reappearing on his face. “What?”

“I want to know one thing,” you said, taking a step closer to the captain and his first mate. You glanced up at Zoro, who met your gaze. His face seemed carved of steel, skin bearing no grimace, eyes betraying nothing. “Why did my father let you live?”

Zoro looked away, and you realized he probably didn’t know the answer himself. Before you could speak again, though, Luffy interrupted.

“Because Zoro’s the best,” he declared, capturing your attention away from the injured swordsman. He slapped Zoro’s bicep with a heavy thud, and you were surprised when the other man didn’t even flinch. “And he’s gonna be better than Mihawk one day. He’s going to defeat him in a duel and take his title and become—”

“The world’s greatest swordsman,” Zoro finished. The words were muttered under his breath, clearly to himself rather than intending for you to hear.

You watched them for a moment before finally turning away. “Okay,” you said. “Good luck with that.”

Luffy stared at you for a moment longer, but Zoro was already turning away and walking towards the rest of the crew. There was an unsettling feeling in your gut, one you tried to squash. Whatever—you had better things to do than worry about some Straw Hat pirate and a retired pirate hunter.

You returned to your browsing, looking through various jacket designs until you finally fell across one you were certain your father liked. It was ridiculously expensive, but your father’s taste had always been so—you purchased it without a second thought, slinging it across a shoulder and returning to your sloop for the rest of the day.

To your great disappointment, the Straw Hat pirate’s words continued to echo throughout your head. His demeanor was off-putting, to say the least—the extreme amounts of candor and cheeriness he had made for a disorienting combination. Even as you tried to stop thinking about his terrifyingly honest words, you couldn’t. Don’t you want more than such an average life?

You sighed, mood irritable from the day's events. You’d returned to your sloop and hadn’t done much of anything for a few hours—past having a meal and cleaning up your boat, there was nothing to do. You mulled over your options, wondering if you shouldn’t just start the journey back home. But Luffy’s words came back to you.

“I need a drink,” you muttered, donning your coat and leaving to attend the first bar you could find.

You went someplace ritzy this time, near the peak of Loguetown where neon lights glimmered in the dark hour. It was crowded, and music blasted through the bar, pounding bass nearly making the floor reverberate. You slipped inside without much trouble, squeezing through the crowd and making way for the bar at the other end of the room.

You bought yourself a drink, knocking it back in just a few gulps. There were marines patrolling around in the building, although none of them seemed too keen on completing any of their duties. Pirates walked around freely too, but these ones were more dignified than the ones you’d seen in the tavern at town.

“You hear Straw Hat Luffy’s here at Loguetown right now?” someone muttered to your right. You glanced over with a furtive gaze to see who was speaking—two men, dressed in fine silks and coats. Swords dangled from their hips. Pirates, maybe, or pirate hunters. “His ship’s docked over by south port.”

“You’re not going to try and nab him, are you?” the other pirate hunter asked, fingers pinched around a thin glass of something. “That bounty’s hefty, but fighting them’ll be…”

“I’m getting a bunch of hunters together,” the first one said. “We’ll split the bounty. At midnight, once the whole crew’s asleep. I followed the navigator; seems they’re not leaving until the morning.”

“Thirty million split between many isn’t much.”

“Well.” The hunter made a vague gesture, a smirk playing at his lips. “I doubt we’ll all be alive by the end of the night, if you know what I mean.”

“Right.” The second hunter downed the rest of his drink. “I’ll be there. Where’s the rendezvous point?”

“Slip forty at south port. Come at midnight,” the first one replied. “My boat. Theirs is at fifty-two.”

You turned away, knocking back the last of your drink before setting the glass back down on the counter. Your mind reeled, and you pulled out a pocket watch to check the time. Nearly eleven. Only an hour left.

“Another drink,” you called, but you stopped after that one. Logically, you knew the Straw Hat crew would be able to handle themselves. Your father wouldn’t have let Zoro go had he not been an impressive fighter—and Luffy certainly had to have some tricks up his sleeve, having such a high bounty and all. But an ambush was an ambush.

You needed to go home.

You paid your bill and slunk outside, taking the long road down to the port. You were docked in the east, but you found yourself wandering towards south port, hands shoved in your pockets and sword heavy on your back.

There was no logical reason to get involved with pirates, you tried to tell yourself. That was Dracule Mihawk’s area of expertise. That was Dracule Mihawk’s life. Not his daughter’s. You were not a pirate—there was no point in being one. Mihawk has done everything already.

You stepped onto the pier of south port, the wooden ramp trembling under your feet. They were shoddily constructed; oak on water, with pegs every few feet or so and ropes thrown casually across the walkways. It was overcrowded with boats, too—ships of every kind and size, smushed into spots not big enough for them depending on how much you paid the dock men. The moon shimmered on the surface of the East Blue. She was calm today, waves lapping at the edges of the docks, tranquil in the night.

You checked your watch again. Nearly midnight.

Dock forty moored a relatively small ship, but it was crowded with men—ten or fifteen, maybe, and you knew they’d be killing each other when the fight was through. Thirty million berry divided between so many people was barely worth it. You slunk past them, counting the numbers of the boat berths.

You knew the boat before you looked at the slip number based on appearance alone. It was large in size, a caravel sporting a gigantic goat figurehead. You stared at it, brows furrowed, jaw slack. Well, it was certainly a ship. There was a large sail boasting the ship’s jolly roger—a crudely designed skull and crossbones sporting the same straw hat their captain wore.

With a sigh, you pulled yourself onboard, careful to not make a sound as you landed on the deck. It was quiet, but you doubted the crew didn’t have at least one lookout for trouble. You tiptoed around the mast, moving towards the foredeck.

You were just about to step a foot on the staircase when a gleaming katana came to your throat.

“What are you doing here?”

Roronoa Zoro was as calm as ever as he held a blade to your jugular, posture perfectly straight, eyes tilted in your direction. You glanced down at the blade, registering the smooth metal. It was the white-handled one; upon seeing it closer, you could better register its quality. It must’ve been insanely durable, more so than his other blades considering Yoru hadn’t shattered this one in battle—one of the strongest blades in the world.

“What’s the sword’s name?” you asked.

Zoro ignored your question. “What are you doing here?” he repeated.

You sighed, turning towards him, although you were careful not to touch the sword. Zoro’s grip didn’t budge. “There are pirate hunters coming here,” you answered. “At midnight. An ambush.”

Zoro still didn’t move. The night sky cast his entire face in shadow, the only light on board being a trembling lantern by the interior doors. You could just barely see the gleam of one eye, yellow light shining on his cheekbone. “Why would you come?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” you answered coolly. “My father let you go for a reason. It’d be a shame if you died before you realized why.” It was an easy lie—because the real reason was one you didn’t want to think about. Because Luffy’s words struck something in you. Because they rang true.

“We don’t need your protection.”

You shrugged, only one shoulder moving upwards before relaxing again. “Just a friendly warning.”

Carefully, Zoro lowered his blade, the steel scraping along the edge of its scabbard opening before he slid it closed. “The Wado Ichimonji.”

Your eyes were still on the sheathed katana. “Hm?”

“The sword. Its name is Wado Ichimonji.”

You tilted your head back, angling it towards the sword strapped to your jacket. “Hiru,” you said. “That’s mine.”

“Day,” Zoro translated. “You have matching swords with your father?”

“Just matching names,” you answered. “It’s a spadroon, not a kreigsmesser. Much smaller than Yoru. Birthday present. When I was thirteen.”

Zoro eyed you. “I’ll wake the rest of the crew,” he said. “You can go.”

You made no move to, consulting your watch as Zoro rang the ship’s bell. Five minutes to midnight. You could already hear the near-noiseless patter of footsteps on the pier.

The orange-haired woman was the first out, fingers wrapped around a short wooden rod. She exchanged a look with Zoro, and he nodded towards the pier. She somehow knew exactly what he meant from that, dodging back inside the ship and returning, dragging a dark-haired man out.

“Uh, what’s going on?” the man asked, stifling a yawn as he fiddled with a slingshot. Both Zoro and the woman shushed him. “Jeez, okay.” He noticed you then. “Oh, hey, you’re the hawk dude’s kid—”

“Shut up, Usopp,” the woman snapped. She’d moved by the boat’s side, ducked under the rim. The footsteps were getting louder.

The blond man came out next, hands shoved casually in his pockets and dressed in clothes you genuinely did not think functioned as sleepwear. “Hunters,” the orange-haired woman said. “Ambush.”

“Isn’t that lovely,” the blond man murmured. He caught your eye, and a smile lit up his face. “Well, hello there.”

Both Zoro and the woman rolled their eyes. Before the blond could say anything more, though, the hunters’ footsteps abruptly stopped.

The orange-haired woman spun up from her crouch, wooden stick extending into a long staff as she whipped it out. She slammed one end of the staff into an incoming hunter’s gut as he leapt aboard the ship, forcing him off the side of the vessel.

Everything happened all at once, then—you heard the slick shing! of Zoro unsheathing his katana, and the blond was up and running towards another gaggle of hunters within the second, legs flying in an assortment of well-placed kicks.

You reached over your shoulder, tugging Hiru out of its straps. The blade shone bright under the moonlight, and you caught an incoming hunter’s sword with the lick of it, shoving him backwards as you spun.

“Why’s Mihawk’s girl here?” the blond called, as he slid across the deck, leg raising up into a spinning hook. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He met your eyes and winked, leaving you staring in utter disbelief until another hunter distracted you. “I’m Sanji!”

“Okay?” you asked blankly, letting out a huff of exertion as you whipped your sword toward the hunter. He’d pulled out one of his guns, wielding his blade one-handed as he fumbled with the trigger. You breathed in, recalling your father’s words from the thousands of hours spent training. Take advantage of any imbalances, sweetheart. Focus on the center of gravity.

You aimed a sliding kick at the man’s gun, using Hiru to push against his blade. The pressure caused him to fling halfway across the ship, body thudding against the mast before falling to the ground in a heap.

“Impressive,” Sanji whistled from his spot across the ship.

“Shut up,” Zoro and the orange-haired woman said in unison. Zoro was beside the fallen hunter in a second, katana slashing cleanly through his torso before he spun and shoved the blade straight into an incoming man’s stomach. Sanji just scoffed.

“Show-off,” he said accusatively. Zoro rolled his eyes, turning towards Sanji to argue, when you glimpsed someone at his back. You lunged for the man, sword cutting cleanly through his jugular before he fell across the deck, decollated.

Zoro turned, glancing over his shoulder at the body and then up at you. “You’re welcome,” you said, flicking Hiru to the side. Spatters of blood dripped off its blade.

“...Right.” The number of hunters had considerably thinned, only three or four left. The orange-haired woman was still fighting two of them, placing hits of her bo staff along two mens’ skulls. Usopp had crouched by the forecastle, firing pellets off with his slingshot. Sanji dusted off the final two men, until only the ringleader was left.

“Wait, wait.” The hunter backed away until he ran into the ship’s railing. He scrambled for his pistol, but as Zoro, Sanji, and the orange-haired woman advanced on him, apparently realized the idea was in vain. “We—we can talk about this.”

“I don’t think we can.” You turned at the new voice, watching as Luffy slipped out from the captain’s chambers. His hand came up to adjust his hat, crowned atop his head as always. “You came aboard my ship and tried to hurt my friends.”

The hunter’s jaw fell slack, mouth drying over as Luffy came to stand in front of him. The rest of the crew had parted to allow him space, and Luffy titled his head up, the lick of light from the lantern shining against his skin. A crescent-shaped scar under his eye glowed bright, the skin paler than the rest of his face.

“Gum gum…” he started, voice steadily rising in volume as he extended his hand backwards, fingers curled into a fist. To your surprise, his arm just kept stretching back, limb getting longer and longer with a distinctly rubbery stretch until it was all the way at the other side of the ship. “Pistol!”

His arm snapped back all in one, knocking the hunter straight in the jaw and shoving him off the ship in one, devastating blow. You stared at his flailing body, watching as he dropped straight into the ocean ten or so meters away with a loud plop.

You turned towards Luffy, one brow arched in question. “You’re a Devil Fruit eater?”

“The Gum Gum fruit,” Luffy said brightly. He adjusted his hat once more, fixing it atop his head before reaching an arm out to pat you on the shoulder. “Thank you for warning us. You’re a good person.”

“Don’t mention it.” You glanced down at Hiru. “Have anything I can clean my blade with?”

“Sure! Let Sanji cook you something while you’re here,” Luffy said. “It’s the least we can do.”

“Of course,” Sanji said with a little bow. “What would you like? Name anything and I’ll make it.”

You eyed him. “…Anything.”

Sanji let out an exaggerated sigh. “So uninspired. Meet you in the kitchen, then. We can leave the mosshead to clean up the bodies.”

The orange-haired woman just rolled her eyes. “I’m going back to bed,” she declared. She glanced over at you, appraising you in one solid sweep up and down your body. “I’m Nami.”

With that final word, she departed, snapping closed her staff and slipping back into the boat. Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji shuffled into the boat, presumably the kitchen. Zoro just sighed, setting his katana to the side to start cleaning up the corpses left after the battle.

You made no move to follow the others inside, watching as Zoro easily lifted up one of the hunters. The lines of his biceps strained as he climbed off the ship, still hefting the body before finally placing it down on the pier.

“Just toss them into the ocean,” you called. Zoro glanced over his shoulder, registering you standing there. He picked another body up.

“I don’t want to block our slip,” he answered.

“Fair enough. Any oil around here?” You wandered to the ship’s side, glancing through the boxes fixed to the deck. Zoro gestured in some direction that harmed more than it helped, really, but you dug through some boxes before unearthing something you could clean Hiru with.

You worked in silence, slicking the blade with the oil and rubbing off all the blood and mess that had gotten onto it. Zoro was quick, piling up all the corpses and barely-alive bodies by the dock. He shoved a few of them awake with his boot. “Go find a doctor,” you heard him mutter under his breath. You suppressed a laugh.

Eventually, Zoro climbed back on board, searching for his sword only to find it in your hands. You carefully polished off the last of the blade, then presented it to him. “You’re welcome.”

“…Thanks,” Zoro said, sheathing it in one smooth swipe.

“The cut,” you said, glancing down at his torso again. His shirt was covering the bandages, but you knew they were still there. “It was Yoru that did it. Not Kogatana.”

“The big one, yeah,” Zoro answered. You watched him thoughtfully, although you didn’t say a word. He seemed to get impatient by that, and was speaking just a moment afterwards— “Why?”

You gave a quick shake of your head. “Nothing,” you answered, the lie slipping easily off your tongue. But your mind churned with thoughts, the mere brain activity making your stomach curdle. It hadn’t clicked before, but now—your father didn’t use Yoru on anyone who wasn’t worthy. And letting Zoro live—letting the entire crew go, against Garp’s orders?

This was a more interesting group than you’d anticipated.

Zoro eyed you for a moment as you were lost in thought, though he didn’t say anything to interrupt you. Once you finally looked up, he adjusted, clearing his throat. “Should go inside to make sure the waiter isn’t burning down the kitchen,” he said, straightening.

You stood up, sliding Hiru into its scabbard on your back. “The… waiter?”

Zoro shook his head. “Long story.” He gestured with his head, nodding towards the double doors. “Kitchen.”

You followed him, the soft aroma of garlic and meat wafting around the room the instant you stepped foot inside. Everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, propped on chairs and staring as Sanji prepared a meal before them. You joined the group, glancing over Usopp’s shoulder to watch.

There was a stir-fry on the stove, garlic and onions joined by various other vegetables. Sanji drizzled soy sauce along the pan, scraping it around once with his spatula before turning down the heat. He added in some rice—leftover, it looked—along with some battered eggs, mixing it all together.

“Vegetable and chicken fried rice,” Sanji said, turning off the heat once everything had cooked through and starting to distribute it into servings. “I went for something universal because I don’t know what you like.” He met your eyes, flashing a giant, warm smile again. You took the bowl he offered, fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic.

“Thank you,” you said. The four of you stood in silence, and you had the feeling that you were intruding. The crew was a tight unit, that much was certain—wound tightly around each other, ropes intersecting in delicate knots and bows. You turned your attention to your meal. You hadn’t had a real supper, so the food was a welcome surprise, and it was damn near close to the best thing you’d ever tasted.

“So,” Luffy started, “Not to bug you about it a hundred times, but…” You glanced up. His expression was earnest as he met your eyes, lips tugged upwards in an encouraging smile even as he spoke. “Are you joining us?”

“Am I—? Oh,” you said, realizing what it was Luffy was referring to. “Is the offer still standing?”

“Always,” he answered brightly. “You’d be a good fit for our crew, you know.”

Would you really? There wasn’t much of anything special about you besides your parentage. You were as skilled a swordswoman as any, but there were hundreds better and stronger than you. There was no one thing you truly excelled at. “I’ll think about it,” you said hesitantly.

“Well, think quick. We leave at dawn,” Luffy said. “Meet us back here at blue hour if you’d like to join up.” He smiled again, all unassuming, and it was hard to believe a boy so pleasant had a thirty million berry bounty hanging suspended over his head. He yawned, stretching out his long limbs. “Well, I’m off to sleep. Sanji’s next watch.” He glanced over at Zoro. “Why don’t you walk her back to her slip, Zoro?”

Your brows furrowed, about to object, but Zoro was already standing up. He opted to say nothing, leaving you to set down your empty bowl and say your goodbyes in a hurry to follow him out.

The bodies on the pier had thinned, the alive ones presumably having dragged themselves to town to find a doctor. Zoro stepped over the heap of corpses, and you followed suit, walking in silence down south port. “I’m a little far,” you said. “You might lose your way heading back.”

“I’ll be fine,” Zoro dismissed. “I’m… sorry about Luffy. He can get overly enthusiastic.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you said with a shake of your head. “Are the rest of the crew open to me joining, though? It didn’t seem like he consulted any of you.”

Zoro’s brows lifted at that, though you weren’t certain why. “We’re all fine with it,” he said eventually. “Luffy wouldn’t invite someone who wouldn’t fit.” He hesitated, the plod of your footsteps creaking against the dock walkway for a few paces before he parted his lips again. “I’m going to fight Mihawk again, you know.”

“I figured,” you answered. You could feel Zoro’s eyes on you, scraping along your skin like they were blades themselves.

“You’re not upset by that?”

“Everyone wants to kill him for some reason or another,” you said. “You’re not the first.” Though there was something undeniably special about him. The fact he was still alive, for one. “I figure you’re a long way from that, so I’ll have a father for a few years more until you try to kill him again.”

There was something in the way you phrased your words that sounded so very ironic, and Zoro couldn’t suppress the light grunt from escaping his lips. It was dry, brittle—but closer to a laugh than a scoff, you could tell. “Is that your blessing?”

“Sure,” you said. “I, Dracule Mihawk’s daughter, hereby allow you, Roronoa Zoro, to murder my father in a duel.” The lightness in your tone dropped. “If you don’t mind me asking…” you took in a light breath, letting the taste of the words melt on your tongue before slipping them out. “Why do you want to, anyway? Defeat him, I mean?”

“I made a promise to someone a long time ago,” Zoro answered. His footsteps slowed as you reached your slip, the small sloop you’d sailed all the way to Loguetown calm as ever where it was moored. The black sails—vague, nondescript—sucked away all the light the moon attempted to cast on it, so it was even darker than the rest of the surroundings. “I told her I would become the world’s greatest swordsman.”

“That’s heavy,” you remarked, turning to face your companion. His skin was waxy and dull under the moonlight—aftereffects of the injury he still hadn’t fully recovered from. Zoro just shrugged.

“Maybe. It’s my life’s dream.”

“He’s a good father,” you said. “I think he’d like you.” You paused. “Well, he does. He wouldn’t have let you live if he didn’t.”

Zoro stiffened, the lines of his body tightening, spine pulling up just slightly. You noticed the change—you always did. Observation had always been one of your biggest strengths. Maybe you hadn’t gotten the golden irises your father had, but you had hawk eyes of your own in that way. Never missing a thing, picking out all flaws and details in a scene. “I’m not sure if I want him to like me.”

“He doesn’t feel hatred for a lot of people,” you said. “Just disdain. Though I’m fairly certain he’d have skewered that drunk at the bar earlier if he’d been with me.”

“The one who—” Zoro looked distinctly uncomfortable as he remembered what the pirate had offered you. He made a vague gesture instead, just mildly vulgar in motion. You suppressed a laugh.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “He doesn’t have patience for that sort of thing. He also feels no man who’s weaker than me in combat isn’t man enough to be with me, though I have questions about that particular rule.”

Zoro snorted. “You could definitely do better than the drunk pirate.”

“Right.” You glanced up at the moon, watching the steady silver glow of her face along the edge of the horizon. She was full, round and white, soft powder creasing the dents and shadows of her face. “I’m out for the night, then. Thank you for walking me.”

Zoro shrugged. He didn’t say anything, so you turned away, stepping onto your sloop without another word. You ducked into the interior room, closing the door firmly behind you so you could finally relax.

You had only a handful of hours of rest ahead of you, after all.

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A Diversion Dance

A Mihawk x FemReaderOc Shortfic

👉 My Masterlist

Based on my OPLA older guysxfemreader headcanons and this inspiration right here.

It just took a month and a half but it's finally done... the first part. Writing directly in a second language is not helping.

Summary: One year ago, you came out of semi-retirement to help the Phantom Pirates infiltrate the Hacienda of a famous Wine Producer during a party to recover and destroy some information. But you had to resort to some last minute diversions to maintain certain Warlord from a business meeting at the office being robbed by your crew.

Warnings: SFW but sexy, some swearing (I managed to not used fuck that much). Use of You not y/n. Female Oc. Still probably Bad English. Consistent Time Tenses who?

Expect: White collar robbery, falling while dancing, over the top improvised dance choreography, Cinderella trope but with smooches and eventual fighting, she's falling first (and in denial) but he'll fall harder, Mask of Zorro aesthetic.

1 year ago...

The probability of a Warlord walking to any ball, specially one in honor of the local Marine Base, was low but never zero.

Especially when you knew there was a Warlord’s meeting that day somewhere else, far away enough.

Unless of course that warlord was Dracule Mihawk whom you'd soon learn never assisted to those meetings but of fucking course would assist to a party hosted by the most famous wine producer in the Grand Line. The same wine producer who was being used by some associates as a cover for intel dealings regarding the Revolutionaries secret bases. The intel your Captain was handsomely paid to acquire and destroy. The same wine producer Mihawk was so interested to strike a deal regarding a cargo of their wines to be shipped to his residence.

You hated to do diversions but there was really no other option. Your two crewmates experts in it were already working on their own targets.

Meg having the two high officers most dangerous for the mission eating from her hand thanks to her perfumes that none of them would notice a stampede in the middle of the ballroom.

Meanwhile, Raoul had just disappeared with the party's Host to a little rendezvous in his office where he would confirm their intel of the layout of the place and hide the Den Den Mushi Transmitter which will deactivate the security on the windows so your infiltrators could get inside and steal the information from the concealed drawer in the desk and other goods.

Normally it would be you leading the infiltrating team but then Carlotta, dressed as a maid, almost shouted through her Den Den Mushi Comm of HIM having just entered the hall.

And now only one decision was there to make: the red or the black dress?

"Apologies, Warlord, my boss is currently setting up some business in his office with another... interested party." Your maid-crewmate heard the Butler explain nervously. "But of course we'll escort you to his presence as soon as he's finished. Meanwhile you're very welcome to the party. There're samples of our best harvests for you to try."

Well, fuck.

That would undo all your timing and ruin the entire operation. Who knows when you will have another opportunity to infiltrate the Hacienda this easily.

Your crew is so efficient and low profile that the Marine have connected you to just a handful of the real amount of your thieveries through the years. You were sure if the World Gobernment realize how much fuck up they really were thanks to the Phantom Pirates, your bounties'd be thripled.

And neither of you wanted that.

So the red dress it was.

Mihawk will never admit it to you until years later, but he saw you the moment you set foot in the ballroom. The daring color of your dress a startling contrast with the white of the marine officers and the most tamed and proper colors of the other guests, like a drop of blood over fresh snow. The asymmetrical cut of the skirt allowed the view of a long shapely leg encased in black stocking but not up enough to show its laces. Your face partially obscured by a lace half mask over your eyes and cheekbones like most of the guests.

He averted his gaze before you had the opportunity to make eye contact with him. Giving back his attention to the sommelier who was currently presenting him a collection of sweet wines the Warlord didn’t ask for (and boring him to hell) but still followed your path with the corner of his eye. Several gentlemen being equally ensnared by your entrance and trying to draw your attention or get a dance.

But you were set to one objective: lure Dracule Mihawk enough time for your team to break in and out of the office as soon as Raoul gave them the signal after the Host returned to the party.

Fuck, you really hated diversions.

Mostly because it implied being VERY close to certain unsavory or immoral characters that you'd rather cut their throat than make polite conversation.

Although, if there was a time for you to finally have to divert someone, there were worse options than the infamous Dracule Mihawk.

Your crew tends to keep his distance from the Warlords as the Phantom Pirates, your captain preferring to maintain any contact with the World Government and its associates through his real identity as a noble.

But thanks to Shanks, you may know a thing or two about the World’s Best Swordsman.

He’s a somber son of a gun. Gettin’ a smile out of that guy is like pulling out teeth. It’s all that stuffy dry red wine he likes. He’d totally like you! You two would hit it off!

How would you pull that off? You have no idea but if the Redhead wasn't right about his former rival, you were going to scrag him the next time you see him.

The Warlord certainly has the look of someone who you wouldn’t mind being approached by. His old bounty posters failed to state the real air of elegance he exudes, even from afar. His clothes, while stylish, didn’t seem appropriate for an up class ball. An open white ruffle shirt that showed off his muscled chest almost as much as if he weren’t wearing it, a golden cross pendant glowing in the candle lights. Black pants tucked in pristine tall black boots. His signature hat and coat were missing but a dark long cape hung from his shoulders embracing his figure in more darkness. Not helping with his look of power and danger. Certainly the great sword at his back added to it, the most famous Yoru. Does he ever take it off?

You arrived at the bar with as much nonchalance as you were capable and was immediately invited by the sommelier to have some of their product, who seemed to be so much into his exposition of sweet reds to not notice the growing irritation of his patron.

"Madam, would you care for a taste of our Starlight Night. The passing of a comet that year gave us a unique harvest like never before." And proceed to explain to you the importance of the stars’ position while harvesting. You like wine as much as the next person but your knowledge was limited to the type you liked and disliked. The man didn’t even bother to ask your preference and all his verbiage was making you a little edgy.

You have a job to do and this newbie was getting on your nerves, not to mention Mihawk looked like walking away any second, glass of his preferred wine be damned. You smiled broadly and gave an exaggerated gesture with a shoulder that you knew enhanced the line of your neck.

"Ohh, how thoughtful, sir. We've heard wonders of this exact method." You said with fake affectation accepting the glass. "Perhaps you'll be so kind as to explain it to my colleagues." You pointed to a group of guests at the other side of the ballroom.

The employee didn't take long to follow your suggestion and left with a trail of glasses and bottle for his next marketing victim.

With the useless fool finally out of his sight (really, what was doing such an amateur attending potential customers?), he took one of the bottles whose label convinced him the most and served himself a glass to finally have a taste of dryness and spices in his tongue to try to get rid of the bitterness of having to wait in this forsaken party of social climbers.

A loud sight from you got him out of his musings.

"I hate nothing more than an overseller.” You tested giving a side glance to the Warlord. “If their product is that good they wouldn't need such storytelling, would they?"

That got you Dracule's attention who turned his golden gaze towards you and raised an eyebrow. You could feel a not so unpleasant chill down your back at his intensity.

"Clever technique. I was considering just cutting the fool in half to shut him up." You couldn't hide a smirk at his dry humor, although unclear if it was a joke at all.

You took a sip of the dark liquid in your glass, getting a taste of unexpected sweetness, fruity and floral flavors.

"Well, our mutual wasn't as full of shit as I thought." You mentioned giving another sip to the sweet wine. By the Warlord's expression, you knew he totally differed. "Not keen on sweet wine, are you, my Lord?"

He gave you a little smirk and a side glance. You took another sip in defiance.

"I'm keen on red wine not berries juice."

This time you did have to control yourself to not let out a laugh and spit the wine still in your mouth, it coming out as a very undignified snort. You gave the man a playful killing glare over your glass that had the effect of widen his smirk.

Ha! Take that, Redhead!

Mihawk was feeling... surprisingly amused by this little interaction.

The amount of people capable of holding his gaze, let alone daring to joke with him was less than the fingers of one hand. Still, he could recognize an attempt at seduction no matter how subtle but the even fewer women who dared to approach him usually played a more submissive role.

He liked your boldness.

And the fact you look exactly like his type of woman with perfect golden tan skin, long legs and curvaceous figure… A shame he has no time for a rendezvous tonight, eager to get his business done and go on his merry way away from this Marine reeking party.

"So... What brings a man of your notoriety to this gathering, my Lord. Certainly not the honorable guests or the sparkling conversations." You said pointing with your head to the surrounding Marines who gave distasteful looks at his direction between murmurs and sips of wine.

Another raised eyebrow and what you hoped was an interested stare. So you did know about his status and reputation and yet were completely unafraid of approaching him.

"Only business. I wasn't aware of this little gathering." He said pointing at the ballroom with distaste in his voice. "Not my favorite type of... companionship. Although, the conversation may be... improving. Even if you have an abysmal taste in wine, my Lady."

Well, you didn't completely suck at this, you thought while still siping the sweet red with a challenging smirk of your own.

With the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of Raoul coming inside the room, the Host mere steps behind with his Butler whispering in his ear. Your eyes found those of your maid-disguised crewmate, Carlotta, who gave you a small nod.

The clock was running from now on.

Several couples had just started to dance to the new song of the orchestra when you were hit by a burst of inspiration.

"May I have this dance, my Lord. Kill some time before your business meeting?"

You know you’re not the best at small talk and pretending attraction for someone but you love to dance… and you’d rather not think of the small pull you felt towards the Warlord as attraction at all.

"... Why not?" He answered by raising his hand in an inviting gesture. You couldn’t hide a small smile of relief and parted with your glass of wine to reciprocate his gesture.

Mihawk seized the moment to take your hand towards his mouth to place a light kiss. His yellow irises catched a small flush on your cheeks and an intake of air through your half parted lips.

He guided you to the dancefloor into a perfect waltz stance before leading you through it with long strides and wide swirls following the lively tempo created by the strings of guitars and mandolins.

The familiar dance steps lured you into a comfort state. It took you a few seconds to realize how was it possible, being in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the world and any misstep in this heist potentially leading to a catastrophe to your crew, until it dawned on you.

Dracule Mihawk was an excellent dancer.

It wasn’t just the proper following of the steps but his gracefulness and fluidity and how he guided your body through it like an extension of his own.

What kind of swordsman would I be if I didn’t have perfect stance and footing? A memory came from so far away. Of the intense dark eyes of another man deep in your past, of that first time you set foot in a ballroom. How much you despised the process of it all until that young gentleman asked for your first dance…

"Something on your mind, my Lady?" Mihawk’s voice brought you back to the present and to the intensity of his own golden eyes.

"Apologies, my Lord, my mind wandered for a second."

"Oh? To whom may I ask?"

"Jealous, Lord Dracule?" You teased smirking playfully. You were aware you couldn't just lie to his face. One didn't come as high as him by taking any bullshit. So half truths it was. "Just... I was thinking how much I missed certain things in this life. I can go without all the pomp and small talk of these gatherings but I did miss... this."

Mihawk didn't expect such a candid answer. He could tell by the subtle change in your voice that your yearning was sincere.

"This...?"

"A good dance partner..." The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the lurking danger, your traitorous mind offered while starting to get lost in the eyes of one of the most powerful men in all the Blues.

"Have you been apart from this life for a while?"

"Certain responsibilities have kept me away from... indulging these past years. This is an extraordinary occasion."

"Extraordinary indeed..."

Who were you? He wondered while resisting the desire to bring you nearer to him and inhale that subtle fruity and flowery scent from your hair, much like that awful sweet wine you seemed so fond of. Certainly not a debutante seeking a match. Your beauty more akin to full maturity, probably closer to his own age.

Nor a widow, especially those of the upper class who tended to show off more of their riches on their bodies yet you were mostly unadorned save for a modest dark lace with a rose pendant on your neck. The same dark lace that adorned more than hid the upper half of your face. No earrings or bracelets. Although, were those steel rings on each of your middle fingers? Not gold or silver.

Or were you one of those unattached women who seek the protection of powerful men? No, you had mentioned certain responsibilities keeping you from indulging. The fact you have forgone gloves was telling. Your hands, while elegant, weren’t those of an upper class lady, with short and practical manicured nails, skin lightly calloused in certain places more akin to someone who worked with certain instruments. A business woman looking for some distraction?

Whatever of the above, at this stage most women were already trying their best tricks to lure him. Eyelash shakes, sultry smiles, casual intimate touches. Mostly pathetic and boring. Or were you so sure of your beauty to take this more neutral stance and wait until your natural allure and witt worked on him?

And then getting lost in your thoughts in the middle of dancing after being the one to ask him. Was what you said all you were looking for? A good dance partner or a dance partner?

Certainly he was so full of himself as to feel a little insulted that the first woman who caught his eye in years wasn’t actively seducing him by now even if he had no intention of letting himself be seduced that night and would walk away after this little distraction.

The waltz came to its end with both of you maintaining a proper pose and distance despite the intensity of his stare awakening a desire for nearness. The couples undid their poses to applaud the orchestra, giving you a moment to break contact with the deep golden gaze of the Warlord to collect yourself.

Over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw Raoul making a circular move with his hand, signing you to keep going.

You noticed the Warlord's eyes scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for the Butler who would take him to his meeting at the office currently being robbed by your crewmates.

Time for the big guns.

"Would you care to try something more... robust, my Lord?"

That had the power to hold Mihawk's attention back to you. That spark of challenge in your eyes again. He had seen that same spark in many others who sought to duel with him.

So intriguing.

"Do you feel an equal to the task, my Lady?"

You gave him a wink and signal for a maid who approached you, whispered something to her and sent her to the small orchestra near the corner.

You guided Dracule to the center of the emptying dance floor, your arm extended to his with only your hands touching... until the first strings of guitar and brass wind instruments started.

Mihawk took your hand with firmness and drew you to his body. You let him guide you into a dip over his arm and then the other but then raised yourself meeting him face to face in defiance. Both started to dance around without looking away from each other's eyes, arms intertwining and departing, following the lively rhythm of the strings like swords in a battle.

His right hand finally caught yours and led you gracefully in a series of spins, making your dress flutter around your legs, before pulling you towards him until being face to face again. Your lips almost gracing. You tilt your head backward feeling Mihawk’s breath making a path to your neck and dangerously close to your cleavage.

That single motion had the power to leave you more breathless than the intense performance.

You back away playfully, arms raised as if in denial of his advance. Mihawk smiled despite himself, eager to bring you back to himself by trying some footing to approach you and catch your waist but you avoided him with a poise and grace he had yet to see in most swordsmen that had dared to duel him.

The dramatic twirl half undid your updo and left your back to him. You gave him a daring look over your shoulder between locks of dark wavy hair, arms extended as in invitation that he took by taking you again in his arms, your back to his chest, and sweeping with you across the dance floor. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours through the back opening of your dress along with the cold of the golden pendant.

He stopped a moment to guide your hand to his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, while his other hand wandered to your abdomen and just below your breasts, tightening his embrace and grazing his lips on your neck for a small second before a last crescendo of the music made you twirl away from him, like running from his attention towards you. But the Warlord was relentless in his pursuit, catching your hand and pulling you fiercely back to him, the momentum making you lift your leg around his waist where he took it to bring you even closer to him. The asymmetrical cut of your skirt allowed him to feel the texture of your stocking. His wide palm traced a path from your knee up to your tight. Almost grazing the satchel hiding your short dagger and small assortment of knives still hide under the fabric.

His free hand traveled to your waist leading your body in a low dip with the last strings of the song. You hold to his broad shoulders, one of your hands tangled in his dark curls guiding his bowed head up your abdomen, over your breasts and neck, lips mouthing the rose pendant in his wander, to almost touch his lips with yours as he lifted you back.

For a wild second, Mihawk considered taking your lips with his own, eager to know if they taste as sweet as the red you sampled. The sound of applause brought him out of his reverie, reminding him of his stubbornness of not letting himself be seduced that night, not matter his own pursuit of you during your enthralling dance. His sharp eyes focused on your glazed gaze, like you were waking up from a dream. He wondered if that would be your sight after rapture. Your eyes cleared after a second, opening in surprise as you were just aware of the position you had ended.

The sound of a clearing throat broke the moment.

"Ejem... Warlord, we've been looking for you. I was told you were interested in a purchase. Should we discuss it at my office?" Spoke a gentleman whom you recognized as the Host of the ball.

No fucking way!

"Of course." Mihawk answered, letting you go gently until you recovered your footing and finally breaking your eye contact to turn around to the newcomer. "In a moment."

Your eyes found the panicked sight of Carlotta shaking her head.

You still needed more time!

"Can't I convince you to extend your stay, my lord?” You asked, hoping not to sound as out of breath as you felt for what you were suggesting. “Surely, any other affair can wait until the morning..."

The hawk-like golden eyes of the swordsman wandered back to you and over your form, from the half undone updo, the free locks of hair falling in waves framing your slightly flushed face, to your red lips parted like begging to be kissed. Have you finally decided you want a partner for another kind of dance? You looked like temptation incarnated for him but it had been a time since he had let himself be distracted by temptations, no matter how captivating.

"Not today, my lady." He took your hand to his lips in a goodbye kiss that had no business being so sensual.

You'll lie to yourself all you wanted for the next year, but the idea of bringing that same hand to his cheek to draw his face to an actual kiss so you could steal his gold cross came after. In that moment you were desperate to scratch just one more second with him and taking a taste of his lips didn’t sound as bad as ten minutes ago.

You immediately felt his lips moving against yours and his hands at your hips drawing you to him. Your breasts pressed against his strong torso when you felt the cross and the idea hit your mind. You sneak your hand behind his neck to undo the clasp of the necklace in a swift movement, disguising it as a caress to his hairline and playing with the short curls there. Your other hand roamed his chest to collect the valuable item, being able to feel his warm skin and the defined muscles twitching under your fingers.

You were barely pulling apart when his lips started leaving a trail of kisses to your cheek and your neck. One of his hands moving up your back to the cutout of your dress to caress the skin there, the other getting tangled in your hair. You were unable to hold a small moan that had you almost dropping the gold cross but managed to hold onto it and hide it between the folds of your dress.

Mihawk had thought you bold before but daring to steal a kiss from him was a level not an individual had ever ventured. Your lips did taste of the sweet red wine from before, but infinitely better. And why on all the Blues was he resisting you? He wondered while inhaling the sweet scent of flowers and fruits in your hair. Whatever foul mood that plagued him upon entering this residence had melted away upon your first approach to him.

He was about to just whisper in your ear to fuck with his business and take you to his ship when another throat clearing was heard. With a hand still caressing your back, Mihawk turned to the Host, ready to dismiss the man until the next morning.

Before being able to express his change of plans, the Warlord felt two things at the same time. Or more like the absence of them. Your skin under his hand and the familiar weight of his heavy pendant hanging from his neck.

Dracule Mihawk turned around just to see you disappear through the doors leading outside… in such a swift movement almost invisible to the naked eye and just possible by an expert haki user.

You moved as fast as you could to the wide opening that led to the vineyards without drawing as much attention as you already had. You passed near a stunned Carlotta and murmured your only-emergency word.

“Cauliflower.”

Which was code for “don’t wait for me and get the hell out”. Last time you had to resort to it was 10 years ago and ended with a bounty poster with the byname “The Ghost Rose”. No image but the drawing of the rose carved knife you left behind.

This time, with a Warlord of the Seas after your trail you may have no such luck. Your only hope was being as fast as your abilities allow you.

Part 2 soon.

Kudos to those who get the cauliflower reference.

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On My Silent Days

I Miss You A Little Louder

[Crocodile x female!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 7k / 15 pages

A/N: Writing this has been my whole life the past 5 days, as anyone who has frequented my Dash recently can attest. I am obsessed with their chemistry.

Technically, this is part of 'The Show Must Go On'. You don't have to read it, but I recommend it. You'll get to know Shivs and her helter-skelter relationship with Buggy which sits as the background to this whole ordeal.

You see, this is like, Arabaste arch at the earliest - Cross Guild era more likely. By then, Shivs and Bugs have rollercoastered through so much bullshit and they've come out rock solid on the other side somehow. Clown keeps failing up, even with this relationship. Sir Crocodile finds the whole thing insulting, to say the least. And seems to think it is one well-placed remark away from utterly crumbling. Jealous ex, whomst? My dude, you fucked that up yourself. Repeatedly. You had more chances than you have fingers. Chemistry aside, this is absolutely a desert of his own making.

What else do you need to know? Shivs is only 2 or 3 years younger than Buggy (i.e. my age, come sue me), but Crocodile is 5 years older than the clown. So, she's in her mid 30s, he's in his mid 40s. She originally met him when he was maybe 28? Do the math. Oh yes, and for those less familiar with the Cross Guild era: our favourite clown has managed to accidentally become the lauded public face of what is actually Mihawk and Crocodile's venture. Understandably, the ex-warlords are a little miffed by this and spend decent amounts of time physically abusing poor Buggy.

Shivs' absolutely flawless plan is basically swapping sexual favours with her ex for get-out-of-jail-free cards for the clown.

My girl literally barging in here telling Croc: "I'll take ur cock if u leave my clown alone."

Yes. That's it. That's the plot.

She almost had him, too. Arguably, she had him the entire time. And then he gdamn snapped her from the pond edge like an unwitting gazelle in the last minute. Cuz we all - her included - forgot who we're dealing with for 14.5 pages straight. APPARENTLY.

screams into a pillow

Tag(s): Oh? Ok. Sexual favours! Is she fucking her boss? No, but he always makes it feel that way. Is she fucking her ex? Yes. Are they technically still married? Maybe. Blow jobs? Deep throat. Size kink? 100%. Filthy language. Graphic sex. Soft dom? Power bottom? I am on the fence. Little girl vibes on the margins, like, he tries. She too sassy and sooner a brat. Oh, orgasm denial! Big time. Humiliation? A little bit. Stretching? Yes. Moar size kink. Choking? Big yes. Spoiling? Also yes. She deserves nice things. Power imbalance? Yes. In whose direction? It kind of flip-flops. Did I need to spend so many words on their smoking and his cigars? Probably not, but it scratched an itch. With them, it counts as foreplay; I am sure. You know you're doing well when he takes the damn thing outta his mouth. World class banter, too. If I may say so myself. But really, the bottom line is that it's just oral and PIV dressed up real fancy.

ON MY SILENT DAYS

I MISS YOU A LITTLE LOUDER

The double doors were as tall and foreboding as Shivs remembered. All bevelled hardwood and delicate gilding. She stood before them, gazing up. In the dead centre sat a brass knocker shaped like a bananawani's head, polished to a sheen.

Knocking was for people with appointments, and waiting wasn't something she planned on doing here ever again. She put her palms against the cold, expensive wood and pushed the massive doors open as if breaking a siege. They swung on smooth hinges despite their weight and struck the marbled walls with resounding booms.

The opulent office beyond was exactly as she remembered. Marquina walls, fishbone parquet floors, blackwood furniture. The taxidermied juvenile bananawani set in the wall vitrine behind his desk was new. What had been there before? A map? A ship? No, a stone. An artefact of some kind riddled in curious glyphs.

Crocodile glanced up from his papers and the irritation flitting across his scarred face in the split second before he realised who'd dared barge in, set the hairs on the back of her neck on end. How often had she seen someone shrivel into a desiccated husk straight after that look?

Shivs held his pale gaze, set her jaw and strode into his office as if down the plank.

The creak of leather as he leaned back in his seat. “You know I've killed people for less.”

She paused in front of his outrageous statement piece of a desk. She put her hands in the pockets of her baggy pants and forced her shoulders to unclench, her stance to relax. If Buggy’s dumb luck had managed to rub off on her in these past months, then now would be the time for it to start working for her.

“Lucky I am not ‘people’,” she said as she crossed her fingers in her pocket.

Amusement squinted his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitched up behind his cigar. “No, you're not,” he said as he rose.

Shivs was not short. Not by any regular definition of the word. Buggy was only a head taller than her. She hadn't forgotten how tall Crocodile was, not really. And yet, as he came around his desk and towards her, there appeared to be no end to him as he approached. If she reached up, stretched her arm, she could nick his cigar. But only just.

"Do you still smoke?" he said as he stopped well within her personal space, forcing her to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He took a flat, brass case from the inside pocket of his coat and held it out to her. She remembered it. Remembered the exquisite taste of the narrow cigarillos in it.

"No."

"Liar." His gaze flicked down along his cigar at her. "You smell of cigarettes, doll."

"I have changed my ways."

Humour flitted under his gravelly voice. "For the worse."

Shivs pursed her lips. "It's an expensive lifestyle when they don't come free with a goodnight kiss."

"Hah."

The bark of laughter actually reached his eyes, crinkling their crow's feet for a moment. He held out the case to her again. "You poor thing. I do support charities, you know."

She took it this time and flipped it open. The rich waft of tobacco and sweet Goji berries greeted her as if no time had passed at all. Might as well enjoy her sojourn back to hell while she could.

She put one of the thin cigarillos between her lips and let him light it. Watched the firelight catch and reflect in his rings. Took a moment to savour the blend, rich and sweet as polished Beli.

They were very good.

Always had been.

Shivs took the cigarillo from between her lips and blew the smoke up in rings through a slow smile. They almost reached him.

Crocodile leaned down through the cloudy hoops to pluck the shoulder of her red-and-white striped sweater between thumb and index finger, a judgemental 'hmph' escaping around his cigar.

She enjoyed the expensive smoke and his fascination while it lasted. Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough? Letting him treat her like a doll badly in need of a better dress up? He liked to spoil, always had. Now, more than ever, he had the means to take it to completely nonsensical levels. Her ego could take it, if that was the price of leaving Bugs alone.

Shivs indicated his everything with an up and down wave of her free hand. "No way to afford the good stuff on a waiter's salary."

He let go of the fabric to brush his thumb across the smear of grease paint near the collar, staining his skin and the gold of his ring red.

"Or a dud's haul."

He hooked the silk kerchief from his vest's breast pocket and wiped his hand. She followed the length of his arm up to his face.

"The entertainment isn't half bad."

“Yes.” He chewed the butt of his cigar, derision twitching his thin lips as he tucked the kerchief into an inside pocket of his coat. “His pathetic antics can be mildly amusing.”

Shivs’ grip on the cigarillo tightened, but she smiled pleasantly. “I like it when a man can make me laugh,” she said, pointing at him with the thin smoke between her fingers. “Even if at his own expense.”

She frowned at his broad back when he turned away from her without a witty reply, retreating to the button tufted camelback near them.

“You're not here for a social call,” Crocodile stated as he sat down, putting his arms along the sofa's curved back. Something flitted past his pale eyes, but it was gone so fast Shivs couldn't nail it. “What do you want, doll?”

Shivs rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet, pursing her lips as if preparing to drive a hard bargain. She intended to seem casual, unconcerned. But her palms were slick with sweat and her heartbeat drummed in her ears. She filled her mouth with smoke, tasting the rich flavours. Savouring them before blowing it out in small puffs through her pursed lips.

"I want you to leave him be," she said, extinguishing the cigarillo in his ashtray.

Crocodile shifted and put his shin across his knee. Her gaze flicked down and she saw him take note.

"And if I do?"

She held his gaze. One breath, two breaths, moved her jaw but didn't form the words. She wanted him to leave Buggy alone. Even if that meant taking his… beating, instead.

He blew out smoke through his nose, waiting patiently for her answer. The hint of a smile lingered as his pale eyes held hers from above the waterline of his scar. And in that moment, he reminded her so strongly of a lurking crocodile. Watching. Waiting. Biding its time to strike. It sent a shiver down her spine, and not entirely out of fear.

Shivs pursed her lips, steeled her emotions, checked her resolve. I'll do it for you, Bugs. It's a deal I know he won't refuse.

She met his intense gaze head on, then dropped hers slowly to his crotch once more. Allowed it to linger there, before looking back up.

He chewed the butt of his cigar and beckoned her. "You never could fit all of me down that skilled throat of yours."

Shivs watched him uncross his legs as she approached. She trailed her fingertips along his clothed thighs before leaning on them. It brought her face level with his and she deliberately took a moment to breathe in his secondhand smoke.

“Want to judge if that hasn't changed for the worse?” she whispered against his lips as she savoured the distinct flavours that made up his private blend.

Strong muscles flexed and relaxed under her palms, and she presumed that to mean ‘yes’.

She ran her hands down his muscular thighs, taking in their shape until her palms rested on his knees. His breathing changed, she could tell from the way he exhaled smoke. Denser palls, deeper breaths. No resistance as she pushed his knees apart far enough to kneel between them.

Brushing her fingertips across his overstated belt buckle, she smiled to herself. Some things never changed. She slipped the tooled tip through the frame, her movements slow and deliberate as she listened for the subtle shifts in his breathing. She loosened the prong with a sharp tug on the strap, using more force than was strictly necessary. An undercurrent of need laced the grunt that escaped him in response.

Shivs reached into his pants with both hands, catching his gaze as she drew his penis out, feeling it swell against her palms. She made a noise of appreciation as she let her hands slide down his shaft. His pale eyes hunting after hers when she broke their gaze to look at her fingers fitting around the base. She had not forgotten how tall this part of him was.

Leaning forward, she trailed teasing kisses from halfway down his shaft towards the tip. I’ve swallowed swords longer than this, and dicks aren’t even sharp, she thought as she flicked her tongue past the rim, playful-like. Length was only half the problem though, she knew that perfectly well.

She put a hand on his thigh and leaned on it as she ran the flat of her tongue across the head and took him into her mouth, suckling the tip. Inched his cock further with deliberately slow, short bobs, tilting her head to ensure he’d catch every movement of her lips as they worked around him. Need strained his stoic expression when she stole a glance up. A twitch of his eyebrows when the tip bumped against the back of her mouth. She sucked down and drew his cock back out, watched it twitch and his grip tighten on the backrest as she felt his thigh flex under her palm.

She took him into her mouth again and ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Relaxed her neck and let it slip further than before, teasing at the entrance to her throat. Nudging it, stretching it just a bit before sucking down and drawing him back out, tasting precum for her efforts.

The frustrated groan that rumbled up from somewhere deep within his broad chest sent sparks flying down her spine. This is gonna work, she thought as he reached for her head, petted her hair while she teased the precum from him with fleet, wet kisses.

“Stop messing around and swallow my cock, sweetheart,” Crocodile grunted, pale eyes alight with hunger. The petting stopped, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of her neck instead. It was like the twitch on the line that told a fisherman to react.

Shivs glanced up along his hard shaft, and reeled him in:

“Yes, Sir.”

The horny groan that drew from him, before she’d even begun to take him again, settled comfortably in her bones. Gotcha, she thought.

Shivs breathed slow, deep, steady breaths as she slid his cock along her tongue, lining him up. The head pushed past the entrance of her throat and she switched to shallow breaths through her nose. The grunts and huffs that escaped him every time she swallowed were inhuman and she needed more of it.

She slid his cock further down, felt his thighs tremble as she did. The closer she got, the more his musk pervaded every stifled breath she managed around his thick cock. It was a heavy, heady scent and she shifted her position to press her thighs together. He didn’t notice.

She stroked his legs, ran her hands up to his hips as she leaned closer, and took him deeper still. His fingers were fisted painfully tight into her hair, but his large hand followed her without force or resistance, resting heavily against the back of her neck.

Almost.

Almost there.

And then the tip of her nose bumped against his flat stomach. She could hardly smirk with his dick this far down her throat but counted on the crinkle of her eyes to work for her as she caught his gaze and slowly raised her hands, palms up. She didn’t care that they trembled.

Look. No hands, motherfucker.

Crocodile grinned down at her through a huff of smoke, cigar dangling between his teeth. She thought it looked a little worse for wear.

“The pathetic clown doesn’t know what a dirty little slut you are, does he?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice thick with lust as he petted the back of her neck. “Giving such sweet head to save his sorry hide.” He ran his fingers along her throat as if trying to feel how far down his cock had gone. “I always knew you could do it, sweetheart.”

“Now,” he added as he huffed out a pall of smoke and she felt cool metal sliding around the back of her neck, barring a retreat. “I need my cock-hungry doll to make me feel good.”

Shivs dropped her hands to his hips, gripping the folds of hard muscle there for support. She slid her tongue between her bottom lip and the underside of his cock, making sloppy little noises with the slightest bob of her head. Even those small movements pressed the round curve of his hook into the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine that made her squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t bother to try and hide it.

His large hand joined his hook, strong fingers digging into the back of her head, twisting into the hair there and holding her put as his thick cock twitched so far down her throat she didn’t even know anymore where precisely she felt it. She worked her throat around him, drawing rumbling moans from him that pitched.

“Ah -nngh- you feel so good, doll. So. Damn perfect.” His thighs tensed under her arms, flexing his hips with short jerks. She closed her eyes as she swallowed around him, frowning with effort. His breathy grunts as he lightly fucked her throat made her pussy throb.

Suddenly, his grip tightened like a vice and he shoved her nose-first against his hard, trembling stomach muscles, stealing her breath. Her eyes flew open as her throat strained and cramped, swallowing around him in reflex.

“Fuck, honey. Ah---! Yes, yes.” The satisfied, drawn-out moan as Crocodile spilled his hot cum down her throat reverberated through the quiet office.

Her fingers dug around his hips, tears jumping into her eyes as she gagged, feeling cum come up around his cock as stars danced into her vision. His grip weakened as he rode out his orgasm and she pulled back before he was quite done pumping cum. Shivs swallowed it mindlessly while coming up for air. His dick slid wetly out of her throat and mouth, streaks of cum connecting them before they broke.

She glanced up from his softening cock, glistening with her saliva all the way to the hilt. He’d tilted his head back, held his cigar nowhere near his mouth as he came down from his orgasm with deep, steadying breaths that expanded his wide chest and flared his nostrils.

He straightened with a lazy groan and a roll of his broad shoulders.

Shivs met his gaze, panting.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice breathy as he reached for her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The gold of his ring was smooth where his fingertip felt rough, the warm touch grounding her fried senses. It lingered at her eyepatch, lightly brushing the faded leather. “The things we let people do to our faces…”

He hooked the kerchief from his pocket and dabbed her mouth. She reached for his hand with both of hers, touching the back of it, taking the cloth. She watched him watch her as she cleaned her face.

“Don’t you have a new pretty thing? Miss Face-of-the-Casino in her cute kimono?” Shivs forced her tone to be casual, edged with light mockery, maybe. It was stupid that it’d stung when she’d seen the younger woman. An irrational, petty feeling. An old pain. And, none of her business, at any rate.

The dismissive look that flitted past his pale eyes was rather unexpected. “An investment, nothing more.”

“She’s pretty,” Shivs said. Perhaps, part of the sting had been the fact that Miss Pretty had not responded to her the way women did when they were into other women.

Crocodile looked at his cigar before putting it back in his mouth. “That she is.”

Their gazes crossed and she pursed her lips. He reached for her jaw, fingertips grazing its curve. Then leaned down and pressed a peck against her frown. She sat up and chased after him as he took another draw from his cigar, stole the aromatic smoke from him as she teased her tongue into his mouth. He blew it out through his nose, taking the cigar from his mouth as he caught the back of her neck with his hook and took control of the kiss.

“You can have one if you like, sweetheart,” he said when they broke apart, indicating his cigar.

And lord, if she wasn't tempted.

“You share ‘em these days?”

His derisive ‘hmph’ made her smirk as she rose to her feet.

“What about Miss Pretty? She enjoy your… cigars?” Shivs said, and noticed she’d gotten his cum all over Buggy’s sweater. Shit.

Crocodile glanced at her, pale eyes searching. “I prefer making deals with those who have something of value to offer, doll.”

Shivs put her hands in her pockets and rocked up on the balls of her feet with a mildly overacted grin. “Oh, it’s a deal then? You’ll play nice?”

“My compliance doesn’t come that cheap,” he said through a huff of smoke.

She crooked an eyebrow, risking a hint of ridicule in her tone. “Cheap? And here I was, thinking I have a unique skill up for offer.”

He actually cracked a smile as he flicked the butt of his cigar into the general direction of his desk and ashtray. Then beckoned her with hook and hand.

“Come here, doll.”

It would have been too easy.

She sauntered back to him and linked her fingers with his, curling the others around his hook, letting him draw her into his lap, straddling his thighs. He shifted so his cock was between them, pressing against her clothed cunt.

“What else will it cost me?” she said as she rested her hands on his shoulders, lightly riding against him. Every rub along his dick pulsed pleasure up her spine, and she hadn’t failed to notice it was already stiffening again.

He stoked the tip of his hook along her cheek as his large hand took in the shape of her firm butt, guiding her movement. “I want to know if your tight pussy can take all of me now, too.”

“Here, on a couch?” she said as she slipped her fingertips under his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. She trailed her hands down the revers of his vest, grabbed hold of them as she dry humped against him. “I thought you said you weren’t cheap?”

The bark of laughter that drew from him shouldn’t make her smile the way it did.

He pressed a kiss against it.

“I wouldn’t dare, honey,” Crocodile said as he gathered her up in his arms and rose smoothly from the couch, leaving his coat behind. He strode across his study and through the adjacent library to the expansive bedroom beyond. She remembered the sweeping view from its curving window wall and the sea of nightlights twinkling far below.

Instead of depositing her on his spacious bed, he set her down on the plush rug beside it. And motioned up and down her clothes with a dismissive gesture. “Take those rags off.”

Not my rags, Shivs thought as she kicked her boots aside, removed her baggy pants and grabbed the edge of the sweater. She didn’t wear a bra. She didn’t like them, and she hadn’t bothered wearing one this evening either.

Fingertips traced the lacy sides of her underwear while she had the sweater pulled over her head.

“You still have those.”

He sounded…not surprised. Curious, maybe?

“No reason to get rid of perfectly fine underwear,” she said as she freed herself from the sweater, finding he’d already undressed.

“They can stay on,” he said as she folded the sweater, her hand lingering on it before she turned to him.

“For now?”

A smile twitched the corner of his lips.

“Here, doll.” He held something out to her, cream-coloured and neatly folded. It seemed small and delicate in his large hand.

When she took it, the fabric cascaded into a surprisingly classy, mid-thigh negligee of shimmering silk. The top was constructed from intricately detailed lace with tiny bananawani worked into the pattern.

“Pretty,” she said as she brushed a finger across the delicate lace. She put it on and it fit her so neatly it felt like a second skin. An outrageously luxurious second skin for the silk felt soft as sin and the lace light as air. She turned a full circle on her tiptoe, overacting it just a little. She knew he liked that.

“Looks good on you.” He reached for her head, combing his fingers through her tangled red hair, tucking stray bangs behind the strip of her eyepatch. “I’d never let you get so grimy.”

“Can’t be a dirty little slut if you wash me.”

“Hah.” Crocodile leaned down and scooped her up into his arms, just like that. “Come here before I shove my cock down your throat again to shut you up.”

“Don’t tempt me- ah!”

Her reply cut off when he suddenly let go, dropping her into his bed. And that was quite the distance, even if the landing was soft. He immediately climbed on top of her, caging her with his much larger body. She spread her legs, accommodating his wider hips as he reached for her breast. His thumb traced circles around her nipple through the fine lace, stiffening at his touch.

“Like what you see?”

“Always have, doll,” he rumbled against her collarbone. Though no longer smoking, she could still smell it on him. Would be able to pick it out of a crowd. Subtle tones that reminded her of burnt coffee, dry glass and cinnamon, mingling with the faint wax smell of his hair gel and heavier citric notes of his cologne.

A small gasp escaped her when he brushed the lace down and kissed her hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and licking the sensitive tip. She felt the curve of his hook press against her hip, hitching up the silk as his hand slipped between her thighs. Strong, confident fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties and outer labia underneath. It ignited old desires, flickering life into fires she’d thought snuffed out.

His rough fingers traced the delicate lace, undulating with its curling, stylised waves. Her breath caught when they found the edge along the crease of her thigh. A mewl on her lips as he dipped them under the smooth fabric, fingertips grazing the warm, sensitive skin of her outer labia and sending sparkles of anticipation up her spine. The delicate fabric stretched with an alarming whimper from the seams as strong digits brushed between her folds, not quite able to reach. He grunted against her breast at the soaked pussy he found there.

She felt him slip the hook under the edge, warm from resting against her hip. The thought of him pulling her panties down with it lit up every nerve in the vague vicinity of her hips. Her eyes snapped open at the sharp jerk, the sudden cry of fabric tearing at the seam between silk and lace.

Shivs made a noise, nose wrinkling. Those were the nicest-.

“I’ll get you new ones,” Crocodile promised against the curve of her breast, his gaze down as he hooked the fabric from her hips. The hunger in his pale eyes as he looked at her pussy made her spread her legs further. He leaned down to caress her labia and press a light kiss against them that made her throb, thinking about his tongue.

A breathy huff escaped Shivs when he slid his middle finger between her folds instead, running slow circles around her inner labia. Gathering the moisture there before teasing them apart and brushing across her clenching entrance. Pleasure sizzled up her spine when he pressed it inside, mapping her inner walls and finding all the right places far too easily. If he kept this up, she was going to come very soon.

He switched to her other breast, teasing the sensitive skin as he inserted a second finger. “I seem to remember you liked getting your little hole stretched,” he rumbled against her nipple, and spread his large fingers apart. She moaned at the strength in them, the ease with which they pried her open. It sent twinges of sweet, sweet pressure blazing through the haze of need fogging her thoughts.

She reached down to his hand, stroke the back of it. Found his thumb and guided it against her clit with a needy moan. Her thighs trembled as he massaged it firmly, pushed his fingers all the way in, then spread them as he pulled out. She felt his knuckles and the hard edges of his rings press into her labia when he pushed them back in but she didn’t mind, kind of liked it. She reached a hand for his shoulder, neck, grabbing hold of the tout muscle there as she arched her back towards him. His pace was torturously slow and she was loving it.

Shivs let out a drawn out whine when he stopped, pulled at his neck, wrist, knowing perfectly well neither will give an inch but trying, anyway. She tried to clench her thighs, rub them together, nurse the need smouldering in her veins, but his knees were between hers and she writhed in vain.

Crocodile shifted unto his elbow, bunching the silk further up her hips while taking his hard dick in hand. A hoarse whisper close to her ear as he guided the head against her slick pussy: “Won’t you beg for my cock, sweetheart?”

“I need to feel your cock in me,” Shivs said as she caught his hungry gaze. “Feel it fill me, stretch me.”

He grunted with barely contained need, she could see it in the straining of his back as she reached for his thick neck, folding her hands behind it. Felt it in the way his hips twitched as he pressed his shaft through her wet folds, coating it with her juices.

“Am I not a good girl, sir?”

“Yes, you are.”

Shivs moaned loudly when he entered her. Whined at the delicious pressure as he pushed deeper into her soaking wet pussy, stretching her around him. She clung to his neck, mewling with incoherent need. Her hand went to his hair, messing it up but not caring. Neither did he.

“Ah -ngh- fuck,” Crocodile grunted, his breath hot against her neck.

Shivs held onto him for dear life as she arched against his hard body, savoured the sharp pleasure of him stretching her cramping, soaking cunt wide enough to plough through. He’d not bottomed out yet. If she could take him, she’d have him wrapped around her finger.

“You’re. Fuck. As tight. As I remember. Sweetheart,” Crocodile groaned into her neck, his gravelly voice strained to the point of being near unintelligible. It was getting tougher and tougher to push further through her tight, contracting walls.

“Almost there,” Shivs whispered as she brushed a stray bang of dark hair from his eyes.

The noise he made in response was inhuman and she drank it in as she closed her eyes, spread her legs further to accommodate his hips and relaxed every muscle she could still feel. A whimper bubbled from her lips when he pushed up against something deep within her that twitched a pleasure so sharp up her spine it sat right next to pain.

“Fuck, yes,” he ground out as his hips pressed flush against hers, his breath hot, heavy pants buffeting against the crook of her neck. “Feels. So good.”

He managed to push himself up onto his elbow, satisfaction animating his whole face as he looked at their joined hips, her soft labia squashed against his pubes. Shivs whimpered, his movement nudging tight bursts of pleasure deep within her.

“I knew you could do it, doll.” His tone was thick with lust, laboured from his heavy breathing. He gently brushed a strand of sweat-slick red hair from her forehead with his hook, looking so proud. “You like getting your little cunt stuffed, don’t you?"

Shivs gave a sharp nod, struggling to form words.

“I know you do, honey,” he whispered as he rolled his hips against hers, not truly thrusting. She reached for his face with trembling hands, stroking his hard jaw. He grunted under his breath with each push and she pressed pecks against the puffs of hot breath until he responded. Until he chased her tongue back into her own mouth and pressed her head back into the pillow with the desperate force of his kiss, demanding entrance with his tongue that she was more than willing to give.

“That's all you g-got?” she whispered through a moan and a bated breath when they broke their kiss for want of air. “I b-barely feel it.”

“Ah? You want more, doll?” Crocodile pulled out with a grunt, just a fraction, before shoving himself back inside her to the hilt, making her mewl with pleasure through clenched teeth as his cock bottomed out and up against her cervix. “Shall I take you back to my study? Pound you bend over my desk, like I used to?”

Shivs whined into his mouth as she latched onto him again, arms tightening around his thick neck as her cunt squeezed around his cock from the pleasure coiling around her spine. If he took her from behind, he could probably push deeper still. Oh, she’d be in trouble.

“Who’s cheap now, hrm?” A breathy hum into her ear as the obscene slap of his hips against hers filled his bedroom. She whined in need, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain making her tremble against him. “Do you want to be my little whore again? My pretty fuck slut to sit on my cock whenever and wherever I want?”

All she could do was whine and roll her hips to meet his steady thrusts. Fingers digging into the taut muscles across his shoulders, keeping him close as he fucked her deeper than she’d ever felt a man, even him. She whimpered, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain all but overwhelming her. Especially when he thrust just right, shoving his cock against a sensitive spot so deep inside her she didn’t even know she had it.

“I missed my. Pretty cocksleeve,” Crocodile grunted into her ear. “The. Only. Little slut that can take me -hng- properly.”

“Fuck me harder,” Shivs whispered, hands massaging his broad shoulders. He groaned with effort, she could feel the bridled strength in the muscles working under her palms. His pace picked up, and so did the strain in his body. Every thrust stretched her so deliciously, stimulating every needy nerve inside of her.

“Do it,” she moaned wantonly as his thrusts started to push her up on the bed, her weight no match against his strength. “I c-can take it.”

“Ah - hng- you’re. Going to. Make me cum, doll,” he growled through clenched teeth. He grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place as he jerked his thrusts up against her. Her mind was unravelling. The only thing she could think about was his cock filling her, burning up every single nerve she had as needy pleasure coiled in her belly. She wanted him to cum. She really did.

When he paused, she struggled to comprehend why. Her gaze found his. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his mouth slack to accommodate the deep breaths heaving his chest. He was barely holding still, strain thrumming through every inch of his large frame above her.

“Does. My pretty little thing want. Cum as deep in her tight pussy. As her pretty throat?”

She whined, pulled at his neck with both hands. “Y-yes.”

“Beg. For it.”

“P-please,” she whimpered as she tried to make him move, weakly rolled her hips towards him.

“Please what?”

“Please, s-sir.”

The noise he uttered in response to that settled somewhere at the primal base of her brain. She wanted, no, needed, to hear it again.

“Please, sir. Pound my needy hole like I deserve,” she mewled into his ear, savouring the way his breath hitched, that noise came again.

“Damnit, doll,” Crocodile grunted through clenched teeth as he picked up a pace that became quickly rougher, slightly erratic. He locked his hold on her shoulder, broad fingers digging around her thin muscles and narrow bones, keeping her put as he pounded into her soaking, cramping cunt. “Gonna fuck you so full, you'll be leaking my cum well into tomorrow.”

“Please, please, pleaaasse,” she whined and clenched around him as he fucked her into the sinfully soft matrass with long, deep strokes that shoved his cock shamelessly up against her cervix to fit it all in. She wanted, needed, to cum around it, desperate for release. “Fuck me full of cum, sir. Stuff my tight cunny like you did my slutty mouth.”

“I -ngh- will, honey. I am,” he ground out, barely intelligible as his pace lost all semblance of rhythm and he bucked against her in the grip of his orgasm’s first throes.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” she moaned as he shoved his throbbing cock as far as she could take it, cumming against the deepest corner of her cunt as she shuddered around his cock with unfulfilled need. He stayed buried inside her as he came down, breath erratic before steadying, slowing. She whimpered in need, clenching around his softening cock. She hadn’t been able to cum around it like she wanted. It was too thick to cramp enough for a proper orgasm. She knew that, but had thought maybe this time…

He knew it, too. Remembered it.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he said as he caressed her cheek, ran his thumb across her parted lips. “Unable to cum around a cock like a big girl.”

She made a small noise that he swallowed in a kiss.

They stayed that way until her breathing steadied as well. Then he sat up and gathered her into his lap. She held onto him, her cheek against his collarbone. Not quite ready yet to let go.

“You look parched, doll,” Crocodile said as he brushed a bang from her eyes.

Shivs peered up at him. “I would not say ‘no’ to a sweet white.”

A noise escaped him that could have been a fond one as he lifted her off his lap and rose. The sound of his retreating footsteps filled the quiet. He’d gone to his study, judging by the distance. Shivs got up as well and shimmied the negligee down. Despite everything, she did not feel like taking it off. It felt nice against her flushed skin.

She sauntered to the curved window wall and found the view precisely as she remembered it. A sea of nightlights twinkled across the city below, mirroring the deep blue, star-speckled sky above. The moon hung low, waning from view. It wasn’t long before he returned. She heard him uncork a bottle behind her and fill two glasses. The snap and swoosh of his lighter. The familiar scent of his cigar preceding him as he came to stand beside her, still naked.

He held a glass out to her, a cigarillo clamped against its curve. The wine was a deep bronze instead of the pale yellow usual to white wines. She accepted the glass and smoke, gaze lingering on the narrow slot through its delicate stem. It allowed him to hold them with his hook without slipping. She glanced sideways and up at him. A fond smile twitched her lips when she noticed his hair was neater than before. He’d evidently taken a comb to it for a hot second.

Shivs put the cigarillo in her mouth and turned to find his lighter lying on the nightstand beside the wine bottle, and a corkscrew with its split cork still attached. She glanced at the label as she lit the cigarillo. It read ‘1811’ in large, proud capitals, and a name in a curving script she couldn’t be bothered to try and decipher. She would not be able to afford it, anyway.

Taking a sip, she returned to his side. The wine was sweet, indeed. With hints of lime, honey, saffron. She made herself comfortable against him, her bum resting on his thigh. “It’s a nice view,” she said as she blew out a thin pall of smoke.

He glanced down at her and their gazes crossed as he idly stroked her hip. “It is.”

Shivs leaned into his touch, sipping the wine. It really was, very good.

“Clever scheme you’ve gotten up to, in order to save the loser’s sorry hide,” Crocodile remarked as he blew a smoke ring against the narrow cloud she’d just produced. “But it has a flaw.”

Shivs let her weight shift from his thigh to his loin, only the soft silk between them. “You sure?”

A self-satisfied smile twitched behind his cigar as he gave her hip a squeeze. “None of this will work on Dracule.”

Only because I don’t have a penis, she thought, but no matter. They may have both grown older, but Croki was still fundamentally the same man she’d left years ago. And that would work for her, she was sure of it. Inevitably, Mihawk would pick on Bugs. She would take it upon herself to get irritatingly upset about it. Mihawk would no doubt insult her next, and Sir Self-Satisified here would take it personally by-proxy and shut him up. It’d be a win.

“I’ll think of something,” Shivs said as she blew a thin pall through his smoke ring, dispersing it.

He glanced at her, amused. “He’s partial to good wine, at least.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

She nipped her own wine, idly rubbing her thighs together. Pleasure skulked around the base of her spine, denied but not forgotten. She made a little noise against her glass when she felt his hand move up her thigh, his thumb brush under the edge of the negligee.

“Still needy?” he said as he bunched up the fine silk, rubbing his middle and ring finger against her clit in slow circles. It sent lazy sparks of pleasure straight to her brain. Drawing a shuddering whimper from her as he dipped his middle finger between her folds.

“Cum for me, honey,” Crocodile rumbled as he lightly ran the tip of his finger along the inner rim of her vagina, then teased the sensitive spot further down. Shivs gasped through her moan as the briefest shudder of an orgasm stole over her like a thief in the night. It was not enough, not nearly enough.

“N-need more,” she said as she put the glass down with a wobble. Reached for his large hand when he stopped, withdrew, tugging it back. Bunching two of his fingers together, of a mind to stick them into herself if he didn't.

“Come to our board meeting tomorrow. You’ll come sit with me and I’ll take good care of your needy little hole.” He shook her fussy touch and caught her pubes, massaging his palm firmly against her soft cunt, pressing her bum against his cock. “You can ride my palm like you used to, and I’ll make you cum on my fingers till your tight pussy is sore from cramping around them.”

Shivs wasn’t particularly keen on doing any of this semi-publically, least of all anywhere Bugs would be. Though she feared she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of this, as easily as she’d talked herself into it.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll leave the pathetic clown alone,” Crocodile promised as he stroked her flat belly with the rounding of his hook. “Can’t beat the loser if my hand is occupied with something sweeter, hm?”

Shit. She had to tell Bugs. Forewarned, forearmed, and all that. She turned in his hold, his hand moving to her butt instead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” she said, but he caught her wrist when she took a step back.

“Ah, ah,” he admonished as he stopped her, pulled her with him, back into bed. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

“I, what? Why?”

Suddenly, she wanted to leave as he gathered her against him, nestling her into his lap and chest, spooning his large body around her like a cage. She wanted to leave, wanted to go to Buggy and cry when he guided his cock back inside her still moist pussy with an incriminating noise and a satisfied rumble. She’d meant to turn this trick and tell Buggy about it. Tell him her plan to manipulate the ex-warlord to leave him alone, to leave them alone. Tell him it had worked.

Shivs pushed herself on her elbow but Crocodile pulled her back down to him.

“Stay,” he said as he hooked the fluffy underblanket and silk cover sheets about them, his arm around her waist, hand on her hip.

“Why.” She had to tell Buggy, but now she couldn’t. She’d left after they’d gone to bed. She hadn’t told him yet. He didn’t know. He’d wake up alone.

Crocodile stroked the midline of her belly with the tip of his hook, rippling the cream-coloured silk as it moved up her chest, counting to the fifth rib. The one behind which her heart sat.

“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

A quiet sob escaped her.

"Ssh, sleep, honey," Crocodile whispered into her hair, fingertips stroking her hip. “I’ll take good care of you tomorrow.”

Honourary mention tags: @smut-goblin , @ruledbyproblematique , @gingernut1314 , @swirlsofblackandwhite

(N/A): To anyone reading & making it to the end. Writing this has consumed me the past days. I want to know what you think! What did you like? What made you laugh? Was there something specific you noticed? Something you now wonder about? I am 100% open to lengthy comments and blow by blows, ngl. I am obsessed with this.

If you want for more, I jotted down some of my own thoughts regarding this debacle. I may also be plotting another stint. Because Impel Down, do you understand me??

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Decode // Chapter One, Evening Glow

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

note, added a small playlist to the background chapter,, and added a pinterest board link in the ‘background’ chapter so just wanted to link it here xx

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Sabine swore she'd never felt fear until the day darkness drowned her senses— that with faith, everything happened as it was meant to. But now, she isn't quite sure what to feel anymore amidst her constant drowning. Waking in the night drenched in sweat, gasping for air as the thin paled fingers of mother night clasped around her neck. All to lay frigid, stare up at the ceiling in hopes the visions, the memories of that trip, would leave her be. Because peace was never known since her mother's death and her sentencing to the monastery, Sabine knew that much.

Forced to adapt to survive, even whilst serving for faith she whole heartedly loved, believed in.

A bright smile clad her lips as she studied the patrons of Baratie's bar. Such an unusual, loud place, different from anywhere she'd have found herself prior to joining Luffy. Never a reason to drink. Never a reason to willingly be with drunken patrons- primarily men unable to keep their hands to themselves. Music rang incessantly in her ears as it shook her to the core, vibrations from the wooden bar humming against her forearms. A glass of wine sat primarily untouched in front of her, every few minutes she'd be forcing herself to take a sip, tad too proud to admit the taste made her sick.

Sabine can't help but laugh as she kept Usopp in the corner of her gaze, his dancing (stumbling) form kept her grounded. At least she could focus on something other than her strong wine and the conversation back at the table between Nami and Zoro. The music was fun. The atmosphere was relaxing enough to forget about Luffy stuck with dish duty— but not relaxing enough for her to forget about oaths and promises, temporary vows alike. Late nights of internal conversations on how she'd never be such a heathen to wear dresses showing ankles or being one of the girls who drank straight from the bottle. Rigid expectations from a father who'd do anything to hold the women close to him down... yet Sabine, as regressed into her younger traumatized self as she was in the moment, was able to enjoy the craziness. That maybe self hatred towards the ideas propagandized in her mind, were simply scare tactics keeping her from the world.

Because Sabine was becoming anew! Cocooning herself up and waiting for her grand reveal to blossom like a butterfly will wings of crystal. Mind and body.

The guilt thrusted upon her shoulders was unfair. Because serving the Father didn't mean starving herself or praying half the day. She could still be as dedicated with a wine glass in hand showing some skin than as a nun- what mattered was how she morally lived. Right? So Sabine picked the glass up with determination and tilted it back.

While her face contorted in displeasure from the taste, a figure had been watching her from across Baratie's bar. A man with golden eyes had looked upon her the second he arrived and he knew she'd be the only one worth seeing for the rest of times. Finding a smile peak on his lips as she struggled to even sip her wine, was adoring. How her long locks, large doe eyes, porcelaine skin with the smile of an angel accentuated her- willed him to walk to her and forget the reason he was on the floating fish restaurant.

"Too strong little one?"

The sudden voice from behind made her flinch, a tremble in her hand almost causing her to drop the glass.

Sabine looked to her right, only to be met with intense golden irises peering down at her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the air was ripped right from her throat, "y-yeah, could say that." was all she mustered to say with a hesitant tone.

His aura was... strong. Like a swirling energy of raw power and skill that could only be sufficed by golden rays and the burgundy of blood. For not even the strongest of pirates that pleaded mercy at the monastery's temple could match this man. Sabine could tell that from being in his bubble alone. And with the fabric of her dress brushing along that of his coat, it was almost as if their skin was touching instead. She swallowed hard- bile begrudgingly going down from the sudden tightening of her chest.

"Allow me," their fingers brushed up against one another's as he took the wine glass, bringing it to his lips. His eyes never left hers as the maroon liquid went past his lips, "hm, dry, too bitter for someone who I imagine has no drinking experience."

"Ah you got me there. That obvious? I didn't know what to order, it sounded fancy."

Sabine watched him whilst a sneaky blush crept up on every inch of her skin. With a simple flick of the man's wrist, the bartender pranced over to take the order like a fire lit under his ass, "mm, a late harvest white, something sickeningly sweet this one would enjoy."

"Oh! Sir you really needn't," Sabine countered in a feeble attempt to stop the bartender.

He raised a brow, as he placed down berry on the bar top, "no bother. If this were somewhere I frequented I could give a recommendation. But suppose this will have to do," and as he finished speaking, the bartender returned with a freshly popped bottle, pouring it into the glass as he swirled in short movements.

The whole scenario felt like a strange case of deja vu, a fluttering in her chest as she carefully took a sip of the white wine. Burning up from the heavy gaze watching, she found resolve in the cooler liquid that made her tastebuds jump for joy. The sweet nector of peach- or maybe apricot- then the tang of the fact it was wine, had been exactly what she needed. Her head buzzing like taking a quick drag of a cigarette, which practically dragged her back to the hidden grounds of the monastary where her teen self traipsed to smoke. Sabine couldn't stop the involunatry smile that upturned her lips.

With an appreciative nod she spoke, "thank you," nervously she leaned the glass towards him, "would you like to try it?"

He indulged from her worlds. The pink still rising from her neck to her cheeks enamored him. And how she naturally moved in so their clothed arms brushed.

"Not of my taste but, perfect for you."

The soft dulcet of his manly voice made her stomach flutter as her eyes glued to his frame, studying every inch before embarrassment hit. To elude temptation she looked away, the imprint of his shirtless chest etching its way into her brain. A stranger having such pull over her made her knees weak.

"And your name?"

"Sabine,"

"You do intrigue me." he said bluntly with a slight chuckle, "my name is Mihawk, dear."

"Well I should be introducing myself as Sister Mary Sabine, my truest apologies." Sabine blushed, out of awkwardness bringing the glass to her lips as to shake off the way he made her feel. Though the same glass his lips had touched moments prior. Temptation lived in this world she knew all too well, and she hoped admitting her place in the sisterhood would alleviate her from the butterflies in her chest.

"Oh?" a thick brow raised at her, his golden eyes looking her up and down, "a Sister drinking?"

"I've only taken my temporary vows.." her voice grew soft as the sweet liquid burned her throat in a delicious way, "I'm on a sabbatical."

Even as a Warlord, a pirate, Mihawk liked to consider himself a gentleman in some respects. A man able to see intricacies behind people's eyes, "we all have our pasts, don't we?"

"Yeah, could say that," she shuffled her feet in place before changing the topic, "And you- you bear crosses... are you a man of faith?" she pursed as her eyes flickered to the cross that sat on his bare chest. To her it glittered amongst surroundings that she deemed dull compared to him.

"I am not. My faith lies in my sword. In myself."

"You don't look like a marine." the words spilled from her tongue, figuring a man traipsing with such a weapon had to have worked for the government. He didn't 'scream' pirate by any means either.

"Because I am not."

"Was going to say, didn't think they issued new uniforms as showy as that," Sabine attempted to joke but he showed no reaction towards it, just a simple twitch of his top lip as if he were stifling a response.

Sabine looked towards her friends, mainly blocked by the crowds of other patrons, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. A numbing comfort settling in her mind that kept her eyes from flickering over. The feelings were difficult to discern for a second. Her mind flashes to a time when a man brazenly hit on her even when she kept trying to leave. This was different. As suddenly even drunk Usopp seemed to fall down her list of current importance.

"Can I ask—" Mihawk began as he felt his heart clench, "what you're doing out here, with no signs of your vows evident?"

"Hard hitting questions right from the start.." she shrugged, chin ducking from his immediate gaze to take a long sip of the clear liquid, "it's complicated. I'm on sabbatical to figure out what I want. It's been eight years and I still haven't taken my permanent vows. That's the short response, one I'm okay to share."

He nodded, "I see. So you find yourself at an establishment like this?"

"Guess so. We just stumbled upon this place- the crew I'm traveling with." she explained, "a good bunch and a break from the sea was needed."

"You're not traveling with pirates, are you?"

"Not exactly, maybe self proclaimed ones, I'll have to see for myself. They're all lovely. I'm older than them though, yet it seems they have more experience than I." Sabine drawled out, a slight slurring forming with her words as her mind buzzed, "soo, what 'bout you?"

"A lofty question."

"I told you about me!" Sabine countered with a teasing grin, pushing up on her tip-toes only to be leveled with the cross on his chest. So she craned her neck up, able to taste the alcohol on his breath. She relished, for a second, in how his eyes twitched wider before he regained composure. Mihawk was warm against the slight wind that made her shiver, enough so she kept getting subconsciously closer.

"Suppose you did, little dove," what to tell her? For once Mihawk wanted to make a good lasting impression, one that'd have her reeling in awe in the morning, not fearful, "I'm sure you've met some of the worst our society has to offer, no?"

"You could say that. You're one of them- is that what you're saying?"

"Precisely."

"You.. don't feel like them,"

"No?"

They shifted, Mihawk caught the shutter of her body, how the showing skin erupted in goose bumps. He moved so he blocked her from the wind, which blocked her from the outside, so her attention lived upon him.

"No." Sabine frowned, "but maybe I'm not the best judge of character. I've had men cry at my feet begging how for forgiveness, going on about the people they've killed. And not just adversaries- women and children too. simply because they're bored. What do pirates gain going on land to destroy villages? Pirates should stick to the seas... Oh." she swallowed hard realizing how much the alcohol was getting to her, "that all spilled out, I apologize. But I don't always think pirates are bad now, I understand the want for freedom and collateral not meaning much. Our world isn't as black and white as I always assumed, something my quick time away has shown me."

"If you really are traveling with some, you're in for a rude awakening Sister. Don't be hypocritical," perhaps it was the alcohol, but she swore there was a teasing tone to his words, "but maybe you've always known our world isn't so strait laced."

"Hm, I guess the intricacies of pirating slips me at times." she hummed with a flash of her mothers murder by pirates engraining in her brain, only to be zapped away as Mihawk's voice dragged her from going down that road, "and maybe you're right on the second point too, don't know."

"You have much to experience it seems."

"Yep, five months left.." Sabine lamented before she snapped back to the hectic bar of Baratie, the music echoing in her head. With a semi panicked look, she blinked furiously with tingling extremities. But as soon as her eyes meet Mihawk's again, she's drawn right back to his orbit, "wait! I interrupted you, tell me about yourself. I'm not super interesting."

"I find you interesting dear, don't discredit yourself. But I'll put it simply, I'm a former pirate." not a lie. But not the entire truth.

"Mmm, well if you're anything like the crew I'm with, maybe you're not too bad." she internally cringed at her words, like it was a bad attempt at flirting.

"You shouldn't be so trusting." Mihawk tsk'd with a clicking of his tongue.

"Then I should ask you to leave me be, mysterious man with a gigantic sword." Innocently she brushed stray hairs from her face behind her ear, giggling as she kept eye contact with him. Watching her made his loins burn as he swallowed hard.

Mihawk made her eyes glitter like the galaxies holding trillions of stars. How her lips began to stain from different wines, yet never once did her bashful grin falter. And he perceived it all. Easily recognizing her reactions towards him, yet the warlord couldn't see his own. Mihawk looked ridiculous in the sense. Tip of his ears red. Body tense as his fingers inched towards her. Oh how their sanity of was nothing as auras pulled them together like a tractor beam.

'As if they were meant to meet,' a simple ridiculous thought swirling in both their clouded minds.

Sabine was a giggling mess after another few glasses, and Mihawk hadn't meant to drink this much on a job commissioned by the marines. He wasn't a weak man by any means, but Sabine was doing things to him he didn't know how to work through. As she giggled on talking about herself and stories, attempting to draw out information from him, he slowly began to memorize every centimeter and crevice of her. The most beautiful woman in all the seas, while Mihawk didn't like wrenches thrown in his plans... and Sabine was a giant wrench at that... he was barreling down the tracks of no return.

Was he weak? Was time without a bounty as a warlord finally catching up? Mihawk wondered if he was losing his touch, that this nun was a sign of that. Almost humorous he'd be enchanted by a woman that'd eventually be married to the Father.

"I'm being so serious!" she giggled all cute with a scrunch of her nose and dilated pupils. Her hand moved to his left bicep, as he'd taken a new spot beside her sometime during their long conversation. Newly empty tiny glasses from flights as the two tried Baratie's sets of wines, "it's totally going to work."

"It is not, dear. You're ridiculous,"

"M-mm," she shook her head with a happy go lucky grin, "you're too stiff! Like Sister Cecelia, I swear to you, she's been there a hundred years."

"Oh? And don't you want to be that ancient nun who still walks the halls of the temple?" a teasing quip left his tongue,

"Very funny! Suppose we all end that way in one respect," she shrugged, "

The look in his eyes, the feeling of his fingers sent shivers down her spine. Was he acting? Was this one of those situations of a man just trying to get her into bed? No, she was sure in Mihawk simply being curious. The mysterious, large man with a larger than life sword. Her heart hammered in her ribcage feeling as if it was about to burst as she searched his golden irises. She knew when people lied. She knew the false senses of redemption and pleas to be forgiven. She knew how to spot a bad man in her monastery the second one walked through the doors. And she found none of that within him. Pacifistic eyes that had a fire behind them. A man with goals, power, intelligence. Was she being dramatic? Too enchanted by her intimate encounter with him? Was it the alcohol? How warm he made her feel with a cloak of protection? Strange how her loins burned for him as he flagged down the waiter to order her a water, swaying with the smallest of grin on her lips.

"You'll be thankful for this tomorrow," he said with a knowing tone bringing the glass to her mouth, carefully tilting it back to watch it go past her her red lips.

Taking the glass from him as she drank the water, the cooling liquid soothing her throat and warm body. Helped her flustered self cool off, "Thank you, you're too kind. Is there any way I could pay you back? For tonight.."

"Meeting you was more than enough- especially for a man like me. You deserve peace of mind, little dove."

Sabine nodded, over analyzing his words— peace of mind. She did deserve that in life, in the upcoming decision that was slowly creeping up with time. His words meant more than he'd know, even as a stranger.

"Thank you," she slurred, feeling misty eyed. The alcohol was making her emotional, all that wine settling in as she felt dizzied. 'She would be an emotional drunk', she thought to herself as her lips quivered.

And for a second Mihawk reached out to trace along her jawline, but a drunken familiar boy's voice broke the trance.

Sabine's head snapped in the direction of Usopp, where he sat spread out on a barstool, beer in hand. She grimaced stumbling forward his way as he drunkenly droned on of his bravery and pirating antics- when it hadn't been the case. Half lidded eyes as he swung about his beer with a loose grip had her practically hopping over to him and away from Mihawk.

"And then they aimed their biggest, baddest cannons at us. But I wasn't scared, being that I'm the best shot in the East Blue. So I fired at 'em." he slurred as he imitated an explosion, "And again." more hand signals, "And again. Boom, boom, boom. Down goes their yard. Marines dead in the water. All thanks to the great Captain Usopp."

"So you're the captain?" Mihawk showed interest, veering back to Sabine's side as she approached the drunk boy.

"Um.." Sabine coughed as she sent a look towards Usopp, one he was oblivious to.

"But I did distract them so that Luffy, who's, like, the official captain, could bounce that ball back. Boom."

"Usopp," she slurred grabbing at his coat jacket, "let's quiet.."

"You know him?" Mihawk turned his attention back to Sabine. Oh how luck appeared to be on his side! An angel in his midst- a stunning woman of poise and intellect, happened to be connected to his person of interest.

"I- do," she spoke hesitantly eyeing the two, trying to decipher what was going on. She was reeling.

"I would like to meet this- Luffy." Mihawk turned back to Usopp.

"Okay," Usopp shrugged like it was the most normal thing, "hell come meet the rest of our crew!"

"Usopp!" she whisper-yelled his way, "you've drank far too much,"

"But so have you!" Usopp laughed back, waving her off as he lead Mihawk towards a table where two straw hats sat.

"What in the.." Sabine grumbled to herself wondering how this had escalated. She sauntered behind the pair, squinting as she moved amongst a dancing crowd bumping into shoulders.

"Guys, meet my new best friend. What did you say your name was again?" Usopp cocked his head as they'd reached their destination, looking like a squash-able ant besides Mihawk, who carried an emotionless look.

"Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?" Mihawk interrupted, not bothering for niceties.

"Who wants to know?" Nami countered, body language becoming tense and alert.

"You're Dracule Mihawk." an ominous silence took over as Zoro stood, eyes growing dark as his hand went right to the hilts of his swords.

"I have business with your captain. If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over."

"We don't know anyone named Luffy. Right, Zoro?" Nami said, "Zoro?"

"I've been following your career since I was a child. It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."

"Thank you."

Career? Sabine looked to Mihawk then to Zoro, attempting to understand what was going on. Zoro looked up to a former pirate? Then she realized, she hadn't the slightest clue who she'd spent over an hour with at the bar. Her stomach dropped.

"Which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die." her moss-haired crew mate said with determination.

"Wait, what?" Sabine exclaimed stepping towards them, "Zoro!"

"I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel to the death."

"I've never heard of you." Mihawk tilted his head of curiosity turning to face Zoro, yellowed eyes brimming from underneath his hat.

"They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter. But my lifelong dream is to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world."

"You're serious." Mihawk replied with an almost amused tone.

"Accept my challenge. You'll see how serious I am."

"Very well. Tomorrow at dawn. And when I'm done with you, pirate hunter, I'll take your captain." and it was his final words before gallivanting off. The music of Baratie still bumping through the restaurant, yet not encompassing the groups mood.

"What the hell did you just do?" Nami yelled, furious.

Yet Sabine stood sobered up and flabbergasted, watching Mihawk leave without a second look her way. Her mouth felt dry as a desert, stomach on the floor from mixed emotions. It happened so fast and she hadn't a second to comprehend it.

Zoro was going to die. Nami made it very apparent as everyone met back on the ship with Luffy- frustrated pleas and opinions filling the air.

Within the moments of him declaring a duel, Sabine found out who Dracule Mihawk was. A warlord. The strongest swordsman.

Sabine hugged her arms to her chest as she only listened, gaze on the floor. Regardless of her heavy eyelids and the grogginess from having been drunk, then forcibly sober. Shaken as she felt the ghostly simple touches from Mihawk on her, that still had chills racing down her spine.

"You okay?" Nami whispered to her as they left to their shared quarters.

"Ask me tomorrow, afterwards."

Nami nodded, yet the knowledge of her coming exit loomed over her and her alone.

Sabine felt guilty as she laid in her bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if Mihawk was as taken with her as she was with him. Especiallg since he'd be dueling Zoro on the morn. She couldn't stop thinking if his heart belonged to someone else.. that crazy giddy infatuation from first meeting someone with endless possibilities without responsibility. For Sabine had crushes as a young girl like any other. She'd fallen in love with a young un-vowed priest in a whirlwind, forbidden love affair after he stole her first kiss... but this was tantalizing. Nothing like it as she smiled to herself feeling like a giddy school girl once more.

That night as she drifted off, she let herself indulge in daydreams about Mihawk, knowing tomorrow would be the final time she'd get to lay eyes upon him. Then she'd be back to reality.

posted: oct 22 2023

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shiningqueen · 7 months

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silvertongue, hawk eyes. / mihawk x fem!oc

genre: slice of life, relationship growth, slow burn. rating: sfw / e for everyone warnings: none for this part. characters: dracule mihawk + fay (a female oc) summary: a storm brings a castaway to kuraigana and with his interest midly piqued, mihawk allows fay to stay with him temporarily.

author's note: the start of my multi-part series that ive been slowly chipping at for months. this is my attempt to make a coherent series to explore fay as a character, and to share her relationship growth with mihawk.

Two days have passed since the storm finally abated.

Two days since Dracule "Hawkeye" Mihawk found himself with unexpected company in the form of a dark haired woman simply named Fay.

At the time, he'd been watching the storm rage over Kuraigana when his haki picked up on some distant human signature a midst the raging waves and boiling gray skies. There had been the occasional passerby to his island home but none had ever landed on his shores. He'd been expecting to sense the presence fade or be completely wiped out by the maelstrom.

Except it hadnt. The presence edged closer and closer, until it stopped and was idle for an hour. Mihawk had been intrigued but not enough to go investigating personally. He figured any unfortunate soul to wash up on his shore would succumb to the dangers of the wildlife and that was perfectly acceptable to him. He did not care for unexpected company even on his good days.

When it had become evident the intruder was heading in his general direction, he'd paid a sliver of more attention to it. To them. The Warlord couldn't determine gender on haki alone, but what he could determine was they were likely some stray pirate or sailor. Nobody really worth the effort of killing himself. Probably.

Yet how intriguing that they evaded the prowling humandrills and was eventually lingering outside on his very doorstep. That was when Mihawk decided to try and waylay the intruder and send them off accordingly, or just dispatch them to save himself whatever trouble they might possibly bring. Part of him sort of hoped they were a pirate, if only for the faux challenge it could become.

Contrary to the inclination of wanting even a mockery of a fight, the swordsman found himself loitering in the foyer as the grand doors creaked open just slightly and in slipped a sodden, exhausted woman. She slumped back against the entryway almost immediately and he'd assessed her in seconds. Sea damp sailors clothing of loose deck trousers, plain shoes and a bell-sleeved shirt over a black long sleeved undershirt. She wore a wide leather belt weighed by a few pouches and - oh- a knife?

Purely for utility, he determined, not truly a weapon. His discerning stare ended on her face, which was pale and shadowed from days without proper rest. Ah. She was looking at him too. He'd caught the flicker of recognition in those tense seconds of silence, and yet she held his gaze as if he weren't one of the most infamous people in the world. Alright, maybe he was curious now. Her eyes had been the color of storm clouds and her hair a wild tangle of dark brown, she looked a few years younger than him if he cared to guess.

"Did you think to slip in without notice, little mouse? Where's your bravado?" He'd drawled tonelessly, arms crossed over his chest and the weight of Yoru comfortable at his back.

He expected to see some flicker of fear or stuttered anxiety but instead, she'd quirked a tired smile and shook her head at him. "It drowns in the sea, will fish it out later." The lilt of a foreign accent curled her rasping voice, and the glib retort was almost amusing. Either she was too worn out to recognize the risk of being rude to him, or she was foolishly without caution. It could have been both.

Mihawk kept his scowling indifference in place, "You might join it in short order, what do you want? You are intruding in my home." She seemed just an unfortunate castaway, his senses told him there was nothing even remotely dangerous to her. Pity that.

Her face creased with perplexity and she'd mumbled something he didnt catch, then followed the incomprehensible words with, "Sorry, words hard. Do you know hand-speak?" He'd watched as her hands lifted to make a series of gestures in tandem. It was Sign language. Mihawk recognized it from having learned the workings of it in his youth. It had been awhile since he'd come across the need to utilize such a skill.

"Yes," he replied tersely, using one hand to make the accompanying affirmative gesture, battling his exasperation with some sliver of patient interest. He might as well humor her preferred method of communication for a brief time.

She smiled again with gratitude and with slightly shaky hands, Signed efficiently to explain herself. 'Sorry to intrude, my boat was attacked and then sank. I swam here.' A pause before she went on, 'I hoped to rest, I did not know this was your home.' The stranger then clasped her palms together and gave him a very shallow bow, a sincere gesture of deference. Mihawk thought it at odds with her first impression; a mercurial sort, wasnt she?

He considered her for a long moment and then decided, given that she was just some castaway and neither pirate or marine, he could deign to be hospitable. "You have strange fortune," he said plainly and turned, "follow me." He left for the stairwell and heard the soft shuffle of her following him.

Mihawk figured he would lend her a spare room, there was at least one other in his castle with a bed and furnishings not yet tossed out, then send her along in the dinghy stowed in the west wing. Nothing more than a passing stranger he'd not likely to see again.

"It is just you here?" The silence between them broken by her speaking again, he titled his head to peer at her from the corner of his eye. She kept stride a respectful distance behind him, but the tremor in her shoulders told him she was fighting to stay conscious every step.

"It was."

An audible huff, no, a laugh. She laughed at his sarcastic retort. Mihawk hadn't met anyone aside from perhaps Akagami that expressed mirth at his sardonic tendencies. That this complete stranger showed no wariness towards him was certainly novel.

"What is your name?" The swordsman redirected, turning down a hallway and slowing his pace slightly to walk adjacent with his guest. He watched as she wrinkled her brow a moment, "Fay," no surname attached but he did notice she provided a Sign-name as well. A simple gesture of combined nouns he couldnt place right away.

Mihawk did not feel compelled to introduce himself in turn and beckoned her to a door that led into what he sufficed as a 'guest room', "You may sleep in here, we will speak more when you wake."

Stormy eyes appraised him but he could not determine what crossed her mind, her exhaustion was a faint buzz along the edge of his own senses. Fay gave him another smile though, "Thank you." He supposed he could appreciate her courtesy now, but couldn't help the quirk of a brow when she Signed 'May your rest be peaceful too.'

He made a dismissive gesture and turned to leave, hearing the creak of the door as she slipped inside and out of the hallway.

At present she was still asleep at dusk of the second day, where he had taken detour to peer into the shadowed room to see her bundled under blankets and breathing deeply. The dormancy of her presence told him just how utterly drained she'd been when stumbling into his castle. Mihawk was admittedly a little impressed she had managed to stay alert and moving on sheer stubborn willpower after surviving the season's first true maelstrom. Let alone she had supposedly survived being attacked as well.

Her avoidance of the humandrills was likely pure luck, she was in no way a fighter from what he had gleamed initially. Still curious that a lone woman was sailing the Grand Line seemingly undefended.

Perhaps she had been part of some wayward crew as a miscellaneous member? Or a merchant? There were plenty of variables to consider - until he stopped himself from musing too long over Fay's origins. Why did it matter to him? Once she was strong enough to walk without stumbling, he would provide her the means to leave. Water Seven was a short distance along the edge of the Florian Triangle, he would point her in that direction and be done with it.

Mihawk roamed his gaze over the drape of her discarded belt on the bedframe and idly hoped she had retained her Log Pose, he hadn't seen it on her person. Another thing to brush aside and deal with when she woke.

He pulled the door softly shut and left to his own chambers, thinking she might sleep for a third day.

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doll3t3xo · 4 months

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𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ཐི♡ཋྀ

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kaeyankat · 1 year

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What I'll write for

Oneshots, headcanons (All x reader, no ocs or canon x canon)

Some au's or themes I'm good with: Yandere, poly, love triangle, celebrity, monster au, etc. Themes I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER: Angst (Death of character or reader included), cheating, r^pe, abuse, certain Kinks (Non-con, bathroom kinks, extreme pain, etc)

In mature posts, all underage characters are AGED UP past 18.

Seven Deadly Sins

Meliodas, Ban, King, Gowther, Howser, Gilthunder, Griamore, Slader, Arthur, Helbram, Gloxinia, Zeldris, Estarossa, Monspeet

One Piece

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Ace, Akainu, Smoker, Coby, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Shanks, Benn Beckman, Marco, Kid, Killer, Law, Buggy, Crocodile, Cracker, Katakuri, Bartolomeo

Fairy Tail

Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, Loke, Laxus, Bickslow, Freed, Elfman, Lyon, Hibiki, Ren, Eve, Bacchus, Sting, Rogue, Orga, Rufus, Jellal, Midnight/Macbeth, Erik/Cobra, Zancrow, Mard Geer, Jackal, Zeref, Acnologia, Larcade

Vampire Knight

Kaname, Zero, Ichiru, Akatsuki,Hanabusa, Senri, Takuma

My Hero Academia

All Might, Aizawa, Present Mic, Vlad King, Aoyama, Iida, Ojiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Monoma, Mirio, Tamaki, Shinso, Enji, Keigo, Fat Gum, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Kurogiri, Mr. Compress, Overhaul

Hunter x Hunter

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, Pokkle, Silva, Chrollo, Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Uvogin, Wing

Potentially Others, Ask. But these are the main characters. I do not do Females.

#anime and manga #writing #fanfiction #my rules

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inkys-anime-blog · 8 months

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One to Impress, One to Laugh

Dracule Mihawk x Original Character

3.3k words

Also posed here on A03

Night was soon approaching. The horizon was stained red and purple like the careless strokes of a watercolor brush, dipping into inky black at the apex of the sky. The few clouds that dusted the sky were lit up brilliant gold. It was so breathtaking, Teria found she could admire it, despite the aching in her hands. She tried to pretend she was floating up here, weightless, like a piece of dandelion fluff on the wind. It didn’t drive out the pain, however. Teria shifted with a slight breath of pain, easing more of her weight onto her feet.

She’d wedged herself into the divot of brick between the wall and a chimney chute, and settled down to wait. She’d needed to shift her weight a few times throughout the hour, making sure her legs didn’t go numb or her muscles didn’t cramp. It wasn’t an ideal amount of time to wait, but it was when the window cleaners were here, so it was the only time she could have snuck up the ladders.

The shadows were deep enough that she could stay hidden, so long as she stayed quiet enough. Teria laid her head against the brick, taking in a deep, steadying breath. Her boot scraped the wall softly, and she winced, but there was no sound of disturbance from inside the office. The sounds of the vice admiral’s fork and knife on his plate hadn’t paused or changed. She wondered how long he’d be staying there. Surely he had enough things to do, other than sitting around in his office?

A knock, barely perceptible, sounded from inside the room. Teria perked up, listening carefully as low murmurs drifted from the closed window. She strained her ears and just barely picked up “...quested that you…at the front…”

A lower rumble, likely the vice admiral’s voice. “Can’t…himself?” An irritated sigh, then the sharp scrape of a chair on wood. The slam of a door.

The office is empty. Now’s my chance!

Teria eased herself from her position. She gripped into the brick, wincing at the scrape against her bare skin. She swung herself around to settle her feet on the windowsill. It creaked softly under her feet, but didn’t give.

She didn’t want to test it, though. Teria got to work quickly, whipping out her tools and getting to work. The lock was picked in seconds, the window then eased up by her kukri knife and steady hands. Her frame was small enough to slip in through the window, heart hammering in her ears.

Her boots met the floor with barely a tap, and Teria breathed a soft sigh of relief. Immediately, she began to scan the office. The door was still opened, flanked with two guards. She froze, but they hadn’t noticed her yet. Still, as soon as she moved around the office, they were bound to. There was no other choice.

Teria lifted a hand towards the two men, closing her eyes and concentrating. Suddenly, steady thudding filled her ears. Their heartbeats, relaxed and slow. They were hungry, towards the end of their shift. Probably tired. Teria eased her control into their bloodstream. It was easy, steadily lowering their blood pressure until slowly, the two men slumped to the floor.

Teria swallowed, hard. It was too easy. It would be the last time she used it here, if she could at all help it.

There was no time to think about that. Their sleeping bodies were yet another timer, one that may expire before the Vice Admiral returned. All it would take was another marine walking by, or even a particularly loud noise.

Her instructions ran through her mind once again.

One thing to impress me, one thing to make me laugh.

Her eyes scanned the desk. There was an expensive looking oak clock, maps and paintings, a Den Den mushi…

None of those things are easy to take with me. Too heavy or too big, or too easy to break.

Then, a glint of silver caught her eye. Sitting on the desk, coiled and shining, was a platinum watch chain. The clasp that would attach it to the watch itself was bent, likely broken from use. Awaiting to be taken to a repair shop. It would be missed, but not enough to inspire bloodlust. She hoped.

Teria snatched it up, eyes scanning for her second thing.

Something to make me laugh.

The vice admiral didn’t seem like someone overflowing with humor. Stealing his Den Den Mushi seemed dangerous; he might have a way to track it down. So what else was there?

Teria’s eyes fell on the only thing left on the desk; the man’s dinner.

It didn’t take long for her to shove it into one of the little pouches she carried. Teria heard the solid clatter of boots on the wood.

Teria cursed under her breath. “Raqiq!”

At her call, the Kuja snake curled out from the inside of her bag, nuzzling her hand. She quickly put the watch chain in the satchel around his neck. “We’re splitting up. You go down, I’ll go up. Meet me at the park where we scouted the place.”

Raqiq slithered out the window as soon as she opened it. He began a slow descent, finding his way down through grooves and notches in the brick, gripping onto the brick and finding purchase on windowsills and random pipes.

With a quick, deft swipe, Teria slid the climbing blades out of the soles of her boots. She scrambled out the window, just as she heard a shout of alarm from the vice admiral. He’d found his collapsed men.

Teria had just enough time to hastily shove the window closed, as quietly as she could. She dug the blades of her boots into the wall, quickly scaling the wall with a scrape of mortar.

It wasn’t long before she found herself on the roof, heart in her throat, and praying that Raqiq had made it down to the sewers safely.

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This visit was not nearly as dull as Mihawk had feared.

He’d expected the usual beratement for failing to catch the young pirate Luffy. Mihawk had only barely decided in favor of answering the Vice Admiral’s summons, but now he was glad he had. The man’s face had turned nearly crimson with rage upon seeing his guards collapsed to the ground.

Mihawk gave one a curious nudge with his boot. The soldier stumbled to his feet, muttering out a string of apologies. Sleep, then. And easily broken. Paralysis from haki or poison was ruled out, then. His interest was begrudgingly piqued.

He followed the Vice Admiral at a much more leisurely pace as the man stormed into his office. Nothing was obviously amiss, but Garp’s face was threatening a shade of purple as he stared down at his desk.

“Search the building!” he snarled. “They couldn’t have gotten far!”

“The window, Vice Admiral.” Mihawk pointed out with a sigh. It had clearly not been fully shut, a tiny sliver of light shining from under the wooden frame.

Garp rushed to the window, staring down. “Something just fell into the sewer! Get my men on it, now!” He turned to Mihawk with a cold glower. “I’m afraid our meeting will have to wait. I must see what else the thief went off with.”

Mihawk didn’t acknowledge him except for a small, dismissive wave of his hand. He crossed over to the window as Garp began to root through his desk. It didn’t take long for him to notice a small gouge on the windowsill, as if a knife had nicked the surface. He ran his fingers over it, looking to the wall outside.

Another such gouge in the mortar, but it was at his eye level. If the thief were going down towards the sewers, there wouldn’t be a mark so high up.

Mihawk slid open the window, hoisting himself out onto the sill.

“Where are you going?” Garp snarled, irritation rigid in every movement.

“Solving your little mouse problem.” Mihawk drawled. With a single push, he soared upward, shattering the wood under his feet and sailing towards the top of the roof.

He landed, shingles crunching under his feet. Not a quiet landing, but it wasn’t as if it was needed. The thief couldn’t outrun him.

She was at the edge of the roof, frozen by his sudden appearance. Mihawk’s eyes scanned her, and a frown turned his mouth. “Stop.”

She didn’t move, her eyes instantly finding the sword on his back. Her eyes trailed back to his face, and her stance shifted subtly. She’d turned to face him, with weight still on her back foot. Looking to dodge rather than block. A cursory glance told him why.

She was all angles and sharp edges; thin bony shoulders, a small waist and quick, tiny hands. He could have cleaved her in half with a single swing. Any attempt to block him would likely knock her off the roof. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, making the sharp angles of her face even more pronounced; high, almost sunken cheekbones and a sharp jaw. She was wearing cheap clothing in dull colors, likely to blend in with the brick, but her equipment was rudimentary and cheap. Her hands were bare, and raw with scrapes. Had she climbed the walls without any gloves?

Mihawk’s eyes narrowed, his gaze growing cold. “Who sent you here?”

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Of all the things the strange man could ask…

Teria’s brow furrowed. “I can’t tell you that.” she said. Her voice came out thin and quiet, so much so that she doubted the man could even hear. He tilted his head slightly.

“So you are here under the order of a captain,” he said smoothly. Teria cursed under her breath. One question and he’d gotten more information than she should have given.

“Would I be here if I’d give you his name so easily?” She shot back.

He hummed slightly. “I suppose not. You should. Any captain worth your time wouldn’t send you on such a fool’s errand.”

Worth her time? What exactly did this man think she was?

“It’s hardly a fool’s errand if I escaped the marine’s notice.”

The man raised a thin eyebrow, and Teria folded her arms over her chest. “You’re clearly not a marine, if that��s what you’re insinuating. I’d be in the clear if you weren’t here.”

The man didn’t argue the point, but started to stroll closer. Teria grimaced, easing more weight to her back foot.

“If you try to run, you’ll be cut down before you can reach the edge of the roof.”

He didn’t speak with arrogance, just quiet assurance. It sent a shiver down Teria’s spine, but she stayed in place. “What do you want?”

“You won’t tell me your captain’s name, and I suppose I can honor that loyalty. What did you steal?”

“The important thing is with my partner.” she answered quickly. “I couldn’t give it back, even if I wanted to.”

The man waited, and Teria gave a soft sigh. “A broken watch chain. And…” She felt her cheeks start to flush.

The man in black waited.

“The dinner off the vice admiral’s plate.”

The silence stretched on, now thicker. The man’s expression barely changed, a too-quick blink all that betrayed his confusion. “You couldn’t have found an easier meal to steal?”

Teria felt the flush warm her ears. “It was more about…the statement.” she offered lamely. “Shouldn’t this be happening in an interrogation room, or something?”

The man stroked his chin, seeming to consider. “If I were a marine, it would be.”

So he isn’t a marine. A pirate, then? It couldn’t be, why would a pirate be in a marine base, helping marines?

“But you’re not a marine.” she hedged. “You certainly don’t look like one.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and she couldn’t tell if it was in amusement or irritation. Either way he simply watched her for a moment before speaking again. “You piqued my curiosity enough to follow you up here.You didn’t even lay a finger on those guards, did you?”

Teria grimaced softly, glancing away from his piercing stare.

“I’m not interested in a fight where you do your best to put me to sleep. A little thing like you doesn’t have a bounty. I’m not particularly invested in seeing you behind bars."

With that, the man turned and strode towards the steps. Teria was frozen for a moment, utterly confused by this turn of events. She kept waiting for the man to turn, whip out that massive sword, and lunge at her.

She shook herself from her stupor. There wasn’t any time to lose.

Before he’d made it to the stairs, she was gone.

~~~

Teria found Shanks where she’d left him, lounging at one of the little bars by the coast. He and his crew were spread across the place, laughing and buying more drinks than she thought was wise. As she entered the small, warmly lit place, Shanks saw her immediately.

“Teria! Come on, have a seat!” she winced at her name being shouted across the bar, but walked over regardless. Raqiq settled along her shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze. He was hidden under her cloak, along with the scrapes the brick had left on her shoulders and arms. She didn’t want him thinking she was some kind of amature, and she certainly didn’t need anyone getting scared of Raqiq and trying to hurt him.

Shanks gave her a wide grin. He had clearly had a couple of drinks, but wasn’t fully drunk yet. She could appreciate that, she didn’t exactly want this conversation to happen while he was sloppy or irate.

“What do you have for me?” Shanks sat up, offering her a wide grin. “You were gone for a while, I was almost getting worried!”

Teria nodded, nerves suddenly churning in her gut. What if it wasn’t good enough for him? It wasn’t as if she’s stolen the chain off of the vice admiral directly, and picking something up off of a desk wasn’t exactly as impressive. Still, she didn’t want to lie to the man she was trying to convince to be her captain.

She reached into one of her belt’s pockets, setting down the chain. It almost glowed in the low light, and Shanks immediately scooped it up in his hands. He scraped at a link with his thumbnail, nodding. “Platinum…”

Teria’s stomach sank as she saw his features fall to a frown. “What else did you get?”

She handed over the bag. He took a peek inside, only for his face to fall further into confusion. “What is this?”

Teria swallowed, hands starting to grip awkwardly at her belt. “The Vice Admiral’s dinner? From his office?”

Behind their booth, Shank’s first mate choked on his ale. “Yassop, you owe me a drink! The little lady really is crazy!”

Shanks placed his elbow down on the table, roughly running a hand through his bright red locks. He shook his head, a low laugh rumbling in his throat. Teria couldn’t tell if he was laughing at her, but…

Mission accomplished, I suppose.

The crew had grown silent, no longer trying to hide that they were listening in.

“You…snuck into a Marine base? How?”

His tone was unreadable, and it made Teria shift awkwardly in her seat. “A good part of it was luck. Men had gone up to wash the windows, and I snuck onto one of their ladders when they left to switch out the water. There was an alcove by the chimney chute I was able to hide myself into, so I waited there until the vice admiral left, then snuck into his office. I grabbed the chain and his food, and I climbed up to the roof from the window.”

Shanks let out a long breath. “And…you got away? You weren’t followed?”

Teria paused. “I wasn’t found by a marine. But there was some kind of…I don’t know. A pirate, a bounty hunter, maybe? He found me on the roof and asked some questions, but he let me go. Then I spent an hour or so backtracking and making false trails through the city in case someone was trying to follow me. ”

He was quiet for a long moment, before nodding. “Crew. We leave tomorrow, before dawn.” A chorus of agreement rose from the others, and they began finishing their drinks and packing up. Teria noticed a couple of amused glances thrown her way. One man clapped her on the shoulder as he passed. Her mind whirled as she tried to decipher what it meant. Were they angry?

“I know it wasn’t as impressive as it could have been.” Teria brought her gaze back to Shanks, biting her lip, hard. “But I’m not the best at combat, and I didn’t want to try to steal anything off of him directly, and--”

“You’re on the crew.” Shanks cut her off. He downed the rest of his drink, and fixed her with a long stare. “But we’re going to have to have a long talk about taking stupid risks. You risked yourself unnecessarily, and we’ve got to get out of here before the vice admiral turns the entire island upside down looking for you.”

Teria’s gaze dropped, cheeks burning. “Sorry, sir. I didn’t think about that.”

Shanks was quiet for a moment. “We’ll talk more later. For now…”

His hand, warm and large, settled on her shoulder. “You can color me impressed. Welcome to the crew.”

A few half-drunken cries of celebration rose from the crew as they filed out of the bar. Teria just stood, stunned. It was what she’d been hoping for, of course. It was what she’d been craving for months now, a ship and a crew to call her own.

But now that it was in front of her, all she could do was choke back tears and straighten her back, giving her new captain a determined nod. “I won’t let you down, captain.”

He got up, gesturing for her to follow. “Now, that man you ran into, the one who wasn’t a marine. What did he look like?” The two of them started heading back towards the ship.

Teria gave a brief description. “Black hair, a big hat, and a massive sword over his back. He also had a weird necklace shaped like a cross and…” she paused, searching for tact.

Shanks grinned. “No shirt?”

Teria flushed, and Shanks roared with laughter. “Not sure what Mihawk was doing kicking around a marine base, but he must have liked you to have bothered striking up a conversation.”

Teria paused, scratching the back of her head. “He said a lot of confusing things.” she admitted. “He asked who I worked for--which I didn’t tell him.” she quickly reassured. “But he didn’t like that I was there, and--” Shanks groaned, low and loud.

Teria blinked, but he didn’t seem to be annoyed at her. “Sir?”

“He’s gonna rip me a new one if he thinks I sent you into a marine base.” Shanks slapped her on the back, sending her stumbling forward with an uncomfortable puff of air. “You saved my hide by keepin your mouth shut, newbie!”

Teria gave a slight, awkward laugh as soon as she’d regained her breath.

“That being said!” Shank’s gaze turned more serious. “You said it yourself, you’re not a fighter. Don’t take on something that big again, at least not by yourself. You’re part of the crew now. If there’s a big threat, we face it together. You’re no use to any of us dead.”

Teria nodded quickly. “Yessir!”

“In the meantime, we’ll see about getting you trained with that knife of yours. Who knows, one day you might be strong enough to take the watch that belongs to that chain, right off the vice admiral’s coat!”

Teria doubted that immensely, but she didn’t know how to say it. Instead, she simply nodded. “I’ll do my best, sir.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about you, Teria.”

With that, he stepped onto his…no, their ship. For once, Teria didn’t try to hide her grin as she stepped aboard.

#mihawk x original character #dracule mihawk x original character #one piece fanfiction #mihawk x oc #mihawk x female oc

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kingyo-konbini · 1 year

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STORE RULES

[GENERAL]

✿Minors DO NOT INTERACT: this blog will contain mature, NSFW content and as such adult audiences should be the only ones interacting.

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✿I Maintain The Right To Refuse Requests: I can choose to not answer/delete any requests at my discretion without any reason provided.

[BASICS REGARDING REQUESTS]

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✿Pronouns: I write using either gender neutral or female pronouns. feel free to be specific and request either, though I may default to gender neutral if I feel unable to properly write what I want using gendered terms.

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[CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR]

✿HAIKYUU:

Everyone

✿MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Amajiki Tamaki (Suneater)

Dabi / Todoroki Touya

Shigaraki Tomura / Shimura Tenko

Shinsou Hitoshi

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fat Gum)

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

✿ONE PIECE:

Benn Beckman

Buggy

Crocodile

Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Dracule Mihawk

Eustass Kid

Killer

Koby

Marco

Monkey D. Luffy

Nami

Nico Robin

Paulie

Penguin

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Shachi

Shanks

Smoker

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Vinsmoke Sanji

Zoro

✿JUJUTSU KAISEN: (I know I have nothing posted for them but trust ok I have written for jjk in the past just nothing published thank you xx)

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Inumaki Toge

Kamo Choso

Kamo Noritoshi

Nanami Kento

Okkotsu Yuta

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OC Masterlist - One Piece OCs!

What can I say? - Special interests are a thing.

As per usual, everyone is listed with their age at their introduction into the storyline. The birth years are according to my calculations and approximations of when the story of One Piece takes place. For OPLA, we have a set date for the Syrup Village Arc - Kaya's birthday, which is August 24th! I used that date to figure out if a character had had their birthday yet that year and went from there. If you want to know why I put the year 1522 as the "present" year, check out this post on my resources blog.

-> Aurelia

"I'll tell you all the things you should know. So, baby, take my hands, save your soul." - Ariana Grande, in: God is a Woman

Full name: Dracule (née Silvers) Aurelia

Birthday: September 25th, 1486 ASC (35 years old)

Identity: bisexual, polyamorous, trans woman

Faceclaim: Zión Moreno

Tag: x | Fic: -

Aurelia is feared and revered all across the seven seas. Marines call her the "Black Widow" because she's like a spider in an invisible net of connections and most of her lovers end up dead one way or another, but most pirates respectfully refer to her as "La Donna". Donna Aurelia gets her title from her "family" of underlings, protégés and associates, from up and coming pirate crews to the absolute big shots. And as if that weren't enough, her father is one of the most infamous pirates of the old era, her mother a former empress, and her husband a Warlord of the Sea and the current World's Greatest Swordsman - Dracule Mihawk. Even though her focus is mostly placed on the Grand Line, Baratie remains as one of her firmest territories, and so she she stumbles across some unruly straw-hatted pirate turned chore boy.

-> Cora

"Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell'acqua." - Måneskin, in: Coraline

Full name: Akaito Coraline

Birthday: June 5th, 1504 ASC (18 years old)

Identity: bisexual, polyamorous, cis female

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

Tag: x | Fic: x

Cora comes from a long line of world-famous tailors who were all wiped out by a king in the North Blue shortly after her birth. After having suffered beneath the tyrant for sixteen years, she escapes with her craft, a needle, stories, and the powers of her family's heirloom, the Sew Sew Fruit, making it to the East Blue. Two years later, she meets none other than her childhood friend Sanji, taking the time to catch up with him. One thing leads to another and she finds herself travelling with a crew of pirates and falling in love with not only her childhood friend but also the crew's mossheaded swordsman.

-> Lily

"They call you cry baby, cry baby, but you don't even care - tears fall to the ground, you'll just let them drown." - Melanie Martinez, in: Cry Baby

Full name: Felicity

Birthday: March 30th, 1509 ASC (13 years old)

Identity: fennec fox? (she doesn't really think about it)

Faceclaim: Thomasin McKenzie

Tag: x | Fic: x

Lily is half human, half fennec fox mink, and travelled the seas with her parents for years until they disappeared. Luckily, she was found by Merry while he was travelling for the shipbuilding business, and brought back home to Syrup Village, where Lily since lived like Kaya's sister. But a month before Kaya's 18th birthday, she is kidnapped by the Buggy Pirates, and stuck in a cage until the clown makes the mistake of kidnapping the Straw Hat Pirates as well.

-> Inari

"Sometimes I wonder when I look at my reflection if the person looking back is really me. A couple years spent learning how to disappear, a couple more spent learning what I could be." - mxmtoon, in: growing pains

Full name: Charlotte Inari

Birthday: June 25th, 1508 ASC (14 years old)

Identity: pansexual, gender is all over the place

Faceclaim: Reina Triendl

Tag: x | Fic: -

Charlotte Inari ate a devil fruit when she was still very little, one that made her a servant to whoever last saved her life, one that since then dragged her all across the globe, finally ending her as a slave to the “God” Enel. But with some new pirate crew from the Blue Sea showing up in the God’s domain, it seems her fate is finally going to change for the better. Oh, and she’s also the daughter of one of the Four Emperors, but that’s not a big deal, is it?

-> Kaede

Full name: Shimotsuki Kaede

Birthday: September 4th (23 years old)

Identity: bisexual, genderqueer

Faceclaim: Komatsu Nana

Tag: x | Fic: -

Kaede is a regular Ebisu Town citizen by day, dying and mending kimonos, and stealing food and shooting arrows by night. In a one-in-a-million chance, Kaede was lucky enough to get a SMILE fruit that still had traces of its former power left, allowing her to turn into a flying squirrel at will. This little mistake will come back to bite Kaido and his men in the upcoming revolution.

-> Kan-chan

Full name: Kanyalani

Birthday: January 10th (39 years old)

Identity: pansexual

Faceclaim: Namtarn Pichukkana

Tag: x | Fic: -

Kanyalani, also known as Kan-chan, is a betta fish mermaid and former slave. Upon her release, she joined the Sun Pirates, eventually leading her to meet the joyful Straw Hat Pirates.

-> Luna

"Luna, quieres ser madre, y no encuentras querer que te haga mujer. Dime, luna de plata, ¿que pretendes hacer con un niño de piel?"- Mecano, in: Hijo de la Luna

Full name: Aether S. Luna

Birthday: December 11th, 1503 ASC (18 years old)

Identity: she doesn’t think about it, loves everyone and identifies as ethereal

Faceclaim: Maria Amanda

Tag: x | Fic: -

Luna is the daughter of the moon goddess herself – or at least she believes that. Her strange powers connected to the moon certainly don’t serve any evidence against it. Having wandered the seas for years, she eventually finds herself stuck with the Foxy Pirates. But her rescue arrives in the form of the Straw Hat Pirates and their overly charming chef Sanji.

-> Lux

"Here we go again. We're sick like animals, we play pretend. You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I won't get out alive." - Neon Trees, in: Animal

Full name: Lux Jirou (he goes by his last name after leaving Syrup Village)

Birthday: July 1st, 1500 ASC (21 years old)

Identity: bisexual (male preference), cis male

Faceclaim: Jack Kilmer

Tag: x | Fic: -

Jirou is sick. It's something that Klahadore tells him again and again. He's only got a few years left to live, so why not live those final years in a state of wealth and luxury? But things go wrong, as they usually do in Jirou's life, because is feelings get in the way. One of those feelings is pity, the other his a sudden crush on a green-haired swordsman that simply appeared in the garden on the big day. Things can never go right for Jirou, can they?

-> Sonoko

Full name: Roronoa Sonoko

Birthday: March 9th

Identity: lesbian

Faceclaim: Hirukawa Yu

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Roronoa Sonoko is Pirate Hunter Zoro's sister and a freshly promoted Marine Ensign. Under the care of Vice Admiral Garp and Bogard, she has the best chances of adcancing through the ranks, but Garp has further plans for her: As a deal with Dracule Mihawk, he convinces to take the World's Greatest Swordsman to take Sonoko in as a student, starting a whole new chapter in her life. If only her brother would stop getting into trouble…

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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Bounty Love 1 (Scenarios) Mihawk and Shanks X Marie As Luffy OC (One Piece) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with another chapter and this one is going to be a scenarious Series for The reactions of One piece Yanderes X Marie take the Place Of Luffy OC Please enjoy this chapter here everyone!]

(Mihawk) (Can’t Get Her Out Of His Head)

I walk down the street of the island I stopped at for supplies. I was just about to finish up when I see a familiar face. A face that I could not get out of my head. It was a wanted poster of the straw hat girl... Marie. I saw her when I fought Zoro. She did not interfere with our fight and she was so lovely. I saw how strong she was and I knew I must have her. But I did not see her since. I Snatch the wanted poster off of the wall and smile. She was so lovely. I wonder though... what could she have done to get such a high bounty?

I mean, she was..well, she did cause a lot of damage. She seemed to be so happy though, getting a bounty. Maybe it makes her feel like she is a real pirate. Not that she wasn't a real pirate. But she probably felt more well known. I smile at it and set sail. I had an only friend to see not to mention I need some time to think on how I will woo my Marie by the time I see her again. I was happy for her and I wanted to be with her.

But I had a feeling she wasn't happy with me..nor with Zoro, as she immediately ran to him and hit him while yelling at him.

Perhaps shanks would know. He knew her since she was a kid

I nodded and set my course. She will be mine I make sure of that.

(Shank’s POV) (My Little Marie!)

I sat down with Hawk eye as he looked at me, stoic as always as he held out a poster to me.

"What the hell is this huh?" I asked as I take it from him.

I looked at it and my eyes widen!

"wait-- is this--Marie,?! Oh god damn it Marie!" I said as I couldn't help but smile. I knew she'd do well. She sure was annoying as a kid, and I felt more like a protector than anything else, of course, she was..much different now

She was a woman and man did she turn out to be stunning. I just wish she'd invest in an actual shirt. All I could think about was ever grubby grimy pirate looking at her shirtless chest only wrappings shielding her! My hand tightened around the poster as I shook. The idea of anyone seeing her like this. It made my blood boil! She was mine and I will not lo- wait did I just say she was mine?

I stop. .did I ..care for her more than I thought?

Did I love her the way I wanted to love her. I did not know but I know one thing is for sure. She is beautiful and I will let no one hurt her. Right now we have to celebrate her and her piracy!

"Mihawk, stay! Come celebrate with us! Oh my little Marie, all grown up!"

He looked at me and nodded and everyone began to eat and drink and party but I kept looking at the poster. She really was beautiful. I let a large smile grace my face seeing her still wearing my hat

That settle it! One day we will see each other again and I will make you mine!

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 3 years

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The new 2021 version, saw room for improvement 😆)

The official ref for my one piece oc, the captain of the Crusader pirates. The Dark Raven; Faust Ravina.

Old version

Personal info

Age: 39- 41

Date of birth: October 21

Family: The Faust family

Family members-Current status

Father: Faust Aron- 76 yrs old (Alive and retired)

Mother: Faust(Leiavana) Serene- 74 yrs old (Died when Ravina was 19)

Aunt: Faust(Cortez) Zelda- 65 yrs old (Dead)

Uncle in law: Cortez Venezal- 70 yrs old (Alive)

Cousin: Cortez Elisa- 36 yrs old (Alive)

Spouse: Dracule Mihawk- 43 yrs old (Alive)

Children:

. Dracule Damien- 6 yrs old (Alive)

. Dracule Serene- 2 yrs old (Alive)

Hometown: Meridias isles (South blue)

Nicknames: Boss, Madame, Captain, Raven, Milady

Appearance

Height: 6,3 ft

Hair color: Dark bluish grey

Race: Human

Eye color: Silver eyes

Gender: Female

Pirate stats

Occupation: Pirate, Captain, Swordswoman

Affiliation: Pirate (retires some point in the future)

Crew: The Crusader Pirates

Bounty: was 900, 000, 000 beris

Alliances: The Whitebeard pirates.

Epithet: The Dark Raven

Character

Personality: Many a times, Ravina is seen by her opponents as cunning, dangerously precise when it comes to taking down anything they send after her, and an overall mystery that they become frustrated with trying to solve. For the most part, those traits hold a good amount of truth to it, and it does not help the fact that because of her reputation and strategy, she is unofficially called "The strongest swords woman in the world"(though it is a title up for debate, mostly Ravina trying to convince others that she isn't, due to the fact that earning that title was not her goal at all). Those that respect her and only know of her, she is a figure of honor, always the calm one in a seemingly dire situation, and is never the one to provoke a fight. But when you pull back the veil, you are met with an intelligent, but caring woman, who above all else, values the meaning of moral compassion over gaining self desires. To those she shows her true colors to (Loved ones, Crew mates, or family related friends), she is shown to be fair, always willing to reason rather than result anything in violence, and stays loyal to those she cares truly for. When interacting with others, she can be both ladylike yet to the point, keeping an open mind but at the same time if she sees something wrong, she will either reveal it later one for further comprehension or point it out if the situation calls for it. Due to her age, it comes with a natural urge of responsibility and respect of other peoples opinions and views, and with those extra years, has learned to tolerate many things and thus stay collected when things are troubling her. Yet another well known trait about her is that she is always observant (24-7), since it was the first lessons she had learned from her late mother before she passed away, she always practices it as a testament. On the other hand, when she is not within her comfortable element, she can be persuasive, confident and enigmatic when she wants to be, knowing that foreign conflicts have a better chance of getting resolved, even when you are not acting like the adult at the time. And so when it comes to any down sides, it takes a great amount of effort and deliberate frustration to piss her off, but when she is angry, she tends to have a condescending attitude towards the problem, and at times will belittle her enemies so to incapacitate them without violence(Kind of like a warning shot to stay away) If you get her past the point of no return, she will not immediately resolve to death, instead beating down those who are responsible to the point where they will not be able to continue for a very long time.

Dream: For most of her younger life, she had to stay on her hometown island, in fear that people would find out about her existence and would want to hurt her due to her heritage (Namely the Navy and World government). Many had told her that she was the result of the betrayal that shook the government, and was a danger to those around her. As she got older, her desire to get off the island and follow in her mother's footsteps had urged her to become a pirate, in a way to prove them wrong and defy the government as much as possible. That at first was her goal, boat as the years passed, she realized how big the world was, and so her dream had began to change. Her dream became to see the world she was denied to see as a child, and thus become free.

Reputation: For the most part, she hides her face behind a tribal mask, so to not reveal her identity to the world government. The reasoning was because she is the daughter of not only an infamous pirate by the name of Leiavana Serene "Serenade of Demons", who came from the island of Ohara long before it's destruction, she was the result of Serene's relationship with Warlord Faust Aron "Spirit Reaver Aron", who betrayed the government before Ravina was born. She knows that any member of the Faust family is recognized by their striking silver eyes. So to not risk anyone important to her even more so, she mostly wears the mask. When she began piracy 14 yrs before the Before Marinewar time line, her victory over a ruthless group of marines called the Eastern blood crows, by single handedly annihilating the entire ship had marked her first action against the navy, and it was then she was officially labeled as a pirate. Her rep skyrocketed after every defeat of marine aggressors and other notorious pirates, including the rumored connections with the Revolutionary army. When news spread of her alliance with Whitebeard, who was known to be previously allied with her mother in the past, she became an even bigger target. During the marineford war, her identity as a Faust was finally revealed.

Background: Born on the Meridias Isles with her parents (both retired temporarily from piracy so to raise her), she grew up with her identity hidden. Despite this, she had a fairly normal childhood, training with her father with the art of the sword, and would often play hooky with another kid whom she called Hawk, who would only visit the island for a short time for every visit. For most of her younger life, she had to stay on her hometown island, in fear that people would find out about her existence and would want to hurt her due to her heritage (Namely the Navy and World government). Many had told her that she was the result of the betrayal that shook the government, and was a danger to those around her. As she got older, her desire to get off the island and follow in her mother's footsteps had urged her to become a pirate, in which it was a dream shared by her friend Hawk, who later proposed to her and vowed to join her in her future travels. Before she could though, once she turned 20, a ruthless group of marines called the Eastern blood crows invaded the island, with every intention to find and arrest her father. In an attempt to hide him, she revealed herself instead, and volunteered to take his place. But during the trip towards Enies Lobby, a freak storm had hit them, and through the fray, she destroyed the ship and killed them. Cast away on a nearby island, she was brought back to health by a small tribe of warriors called the Halshierans, and for around four years, lived with them and gained a place among them. After that, she departed the island, and after a long journey, returned to her home, only to find that Hawk had already left, and her father under the assumption that she had been dead. Easing his fears, she declared her arrival as the official departure as a pirate, and taking her father's old pirate ship 10 yrs before the current timeline, established the Crusader pirates.

Powers

DF: None

Abilities: User of armament haki (To protect her sword from damage and herself from the full force of a blow) and observation haki(To try and predict an opponents attack/ To find the weak spot). Super human speed, unbelievable balance, agility, accuracy, and reflexes.

Skills: Swordsmenship, piloting a ship, carving,the art of intimidation, some hand to hand combat, knowledge on devil fruits and reputations of most pirates, reading other languages(Has a poneglyph translation book), public speaking, Stealth, cooking, going undercover, wine making, some basic medical expertise, tracking skills, Metallurgy, Dancing, etiquette, acquiring information, and negotiating.

Weapons: A long sword called Eclipse and a Wakazashi given by the Halsherians.

(Other weapons of preference)- If no sword, than a wooden staff, either that or her basic skills on hand to hand combat.

Relationships

Halsherians- A tribe of islanders that came to her aid when the marine ship she was captive on got destroyed in a freak storm. She stayed with the tribe for 4 years, eventually earning their respect and molded into the tribe, until she had to return home. They provided a ship, supplies, and wished her farewell by giving her a warriors traditional mask. It is the same mask she wears when she becomes s pirate.

The Sun pirates- During her journey back home 14 years before Marineford, she came upon the Sun pirates who were docked in the same town she was in at that time. Due to a scuffle between her and Arlong, which ended up in her boat getting ripped to pieces, she made a deal with the captain to allow her to travel on their boat until she got to where she could get another boat. In that time, she befriended and gained the trust of many of its members, especially that of the young girl named Koala. She spent a few months on their ship before they reached an island with a port of boats, and that is where they parted ways.

The Crusader pirates- The pirate crew she later forms after she leaves her home. Taking the boat her father used called the Passover, she traveled around the Grandline, recruiting members that wished to follow the piratical life and wished for a free life on the open sea. Because of the many hardships they pulled through, and the adventures they shared together, they respect her. The bond they have is similar to that of brothers and sisters, which is constantly tested by the many secrets she tends to hold to herself, but later reveals.

Dracule Mihawk- Ravina and Mihawk were childhood friends in their early years, and in their twenties, they had plans to marry and create their own pirate crew. But before that could happen, a radical group of Marines called the Southern blood crows landed on the island, with the intent to take her father to Enies lobby for his past crimes. She took his place instead, and did not see him for 12 yrs, and in that time she became a pirate captain and he a warlord. After those 12 yrs, they meet again and rekindle what they had before. Out of that, Damien and Serene (Named after her mother) came around.

Other

. Daughter of a former warlord

. The sword Eclipse was once her mother's, a sword made in Ohara with unknown status

. Was at least 26 when she began the life of a pirate

. Mother died when a buster call was announced to destroy her home in Ohara, Ravina was only 19.

. Her mother was a commander in Whitebeard's crew.

. Began piracy 15 yrs before the Strawhats

. Majority of the time, hides her face with a tribal raven like mask.

. Participated in the Marineford war, on the side freeing Ace

. Her mother Leiavana Serene was a pirate, her father Faust Aron was a warlord many yrs ago.

. Her mother's place of origin was Ohara, thus she learned how to read poneglyphs. Due to her sudden death however, she could not teach Ravina, and so the last thing she gave her daughter was a translation journal, that translated the glyphs into english.

One piece belongs to Oda

Ravina and art is mine

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hhighkey · 8 months

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Decode // Chapter Two, Seeing Red

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Masterlist

Her fingers trembled as they ran along the dusty ensemble from the bottom of her trunk. What possessed her that morning to pull the once forgotten fabric out was beyond her. Her habit felt like it weighed a ton as her hand desperately patted the ivory dressings to get wrinkles out, letting woolen fabric rhetorically burn her skin. Like words were printed out in bold that made her grow ill- duty.

Nami had left, bag in hand. As Sabine awoke with heavy eyes just before sunrise, she'd seen the girl sneaking out on tiptoes and hushed whispers— Nami's actions only further cemented the danger of the upcoming situation as Sabine couldn't stop her.

For a moment Sabine doesn't recognize herself as she glanced in a passing mirror. Was she putting on her habit out of her duty as a nun? As the oldest person on the ship? Towards the fact Zoro might not survive? Or that she truly felt her faith guiding her to remain strong?

Questions. They swirled. Hurled at her as she dressed for the coming duel, as if it were a mournful occasion. Ringing. High pitched vibrations lived in her ear canals as she exited the quarters of the ship, feeling the morning sun bore upon her clothed figure.

Maybe she'd always been too emotional— too empathetic for her own good letting those around her will her very life. Maybe it was how years of sermons and tears made her heart lurch closer to The Father as her empath state grew impressionable and easily moved. So it explained the tears that misted her eyes. Explained how her fingers fidgeted and welcomed the pain as her nails dug into part of her skin. She cared for Zoro in a short matter of time, cared for the entirety of the Straw Hats like the nurturing nature of the burdened oldest sister.

Oh seeing him again in all his glory- it took her breath away. His proud stance with the larger than life sword on his back. Mihawk stood on the other side of the dock; making her heart skip with anticipation as they drew closer. A stratus field of tension, of a tractor beam like air— one whirlwind pushing her feet forward as her fingers went numb. The sound of footsteps on the wood reverberated like the boom of soldiers marching.

Sabine placed herself behind Luffy and Usopp, with a false hope their bodies would protect her from his gaze. Because his golden eyes were glued to her, uncaring towards the boy he'd be dueling as if he only agreed to duel to see Sabine once more. Chills went down her spine as she left her mind retreat into itself, to black out the coming bloodshed. The scene around her soon blurred from the sound of Zoro's swords unsheathed...

The azure sky above was fitted with puffy white clouds- the sea calm in contrast to the blood that seeped onto Baratie's front dock. How Nami and Usopp raced behind their captain to Zoro's side. How Luffy's cries for their bloodied crew mate to live, were deafening. And how Sabine stood firm as if stuck in cement, fingers turning white from the grip on her rosary.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Blood rushed to her head blurring her vision with black spots. And an incessant ringing echoed in her ears.

Time felt frozen as she watched him glide to her, his heavy footsteps creaking on the dock. Closer. And closer. She couldn't move, not with the way tears pricked her waterline and bile rose in her throat. Eyes flickering between the two swordsman as a frigid breeze of alarm made her entire body shiver.

"My dear," Mihawk spoke calmly, as if he hadn't just struck down Zoro in a battle he needn't break a sweat. Only inches from her, Mihawk removed his hat, holding it over his heart as his mouth ran dry. His eyes ate her petit figure up and his stomach lurched from how her beauty struck him. Everything from last night came rushing back and if he'd known a simple conversation would be life changing, he'd have not let her walk away.

Sabine opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She craned to look up at him. In daylight she was captivated by him. Last night, at the bar, hadn't done him justice. How the air was robbed from her lungs as all she could do was shake her head hearing his timbre voice, "why.."

Mihawk had no answer as he re-situated his hat back upon his head, then running a hand to brush along her headpiece down to her veil. She flinched in return as his large fingers caressed her shoulder, "Sister Mary Sabine, last night you changed my trajectory for better and for worse. And I'm a man who knows what he wants, then gets it."

"I don't understand," she squeaked out, their surroundings blocking out. Yells of her friends as they carried Zoro to the boat, how she should have been with them tossed to the back of her mind. The panicked looks as they saw how close Mihawk was to Sabine, someone with no ability to fight an enemy off. But trust was left that Mihawk had no business with a nun as they carried the green haired swordsman out of sight. She was alone- with him.

Mihawk showed no change in emotion, only an unsettling and uncommon softness to his gaze, "however I am not cruel. I understand your situation, so I'll tell you this- after your sabbatical I will come find you. And I'll respect either decision you make, but I plan to make you mine if you choose to leave the sisterhood."

An inhuman gasp stifled in her throat, her eyes widened, "M-Mihawk."

In a slick motion, Mihawk removed the thick cross branded (Mihawk centric branded) ring he adorned. Suddenly grasping her dainty wrist he forced the piece of jewelry into her palm, "so a piece of me is with you. Think of me until we meet again in many months time, little one."

"You can't- you can't just say that! You- Zoro might die because of you!" Anger finally bubbled over. Sabine snapped from her trance as her fist tightened around the ring, she took a step closer to him before he could turn away.

"You felt it last night, no?"

His question took her aback. Just as quick as she found a confidence to get mad, it subsided as her shoulders dropped. Because she felt it. She'd told herself last night as she laid in bed tipsy from the wine, that if that was how true love felt, she'd never want anyone else. She'd want him. But that was before Zoro challenged him- Before Zoro was struck down with such ease.

"Answer me my dove,"

"Yes.. I did," she whispered as tears brimmed her eyes, "I felt it. But- you're a warlord of the sea- one of the strongest- it doesn't matter what I felt." words stumbling one over the other as she struggled to articulate emotions, "Walk away."

"Oh? You really want me to?" a low chuckle from the deep of his throat tickled her ears. Mihawk felt amused from the deflation of her chest, the whirlpool of emotions in her eyes as she shuffled in place.

"I-" the ring was weighing down her hand. It felt hot as a branding iron fresh out the charcoal, dropping to her side as her nails dug into the skin, "don't know."

The sudden feeling of his fingertips tracing along her jaw, thumb stroking her cheekbone- made her mind go fuzzy. Subconsciously they drew closer. Eyes connected with neither able to break away, further imprinting each other into permanent association.

"I don't know you." Sabine mumbled as her loins burned, a dizzying heat creeping up her skin. A lightheadedness began to prod at her as a thick hand grasped her shoulder to steady her.

Suddenly, Mihawk swooped down and pressed a light yet chaste kiss on her forehead. The heat of her skin numbing as he pulled away to ardently beam down at her, masking any inch of excitement from Sabine to see, keeping it for himself to feel.

A shuddered breath left Sabine's lips, eyes closing as a shiver blew through her extremities from the electricity colliding with her. Every nerve alit, lightning striking over and over just from the ghostly feeling lingering on her forehead. A cruel twisting awake in her stomach that had her nauseas and on cloud nine all at once, a feathery painful tickle inside her skull as she lulled in place.

"Take care of yourself Sabine, until next time." Mihawk bade a gentle goodbye- as much of one as he was capable of.

"But.." Sabine whimpered, forced to stare at the large sword strapped to his back as he turned away. She wanted to chase after him, to flag him down and shove the ring back onto his finger. Yet all she could do was stand there dumbfounded, gaze soon downcast to stare at the jewelry in her hand. A gorgeous gold ring with intricate designs, well worn too. "How will you find me?" but Mihawk was too far to hear her question, confusion replacing her shocked self.

Silence. Then lulling waves knocked anchored boats against the dock to and fro. Then scattered voices dragged her back to back to reality as all her senses kicked back in. Salty sea water air, thick, coating her insides to where it suffocated her breaths.

Sabine struggled as she shoved the ring into her under-dress's pocket. The sudden emptiness in her hand was momentous in a way she couldn't comprehend the weight it would bear on her.

Wherever her feet took her she went. Stumbling over the dock as her heart raced, gasping for breath as she pushed through a door into Baratie. Needed to get away. Needed to breathe air that Mihawk hadn't. The ring left an imprint, her palm red and indented with a thick circle at the center.

Crumpling to her knees inside a lone hallway meant for staff of the floating restaurant. Back flush against a plank wall with peeling forest green wallpaper, water damage causing it to bubble at dingy corners. The world felt as if she were viewing it from another person the way her thoughts raced making her vision streak. Head fell to her hands. Deep breaths. Guilt wracking her. Sabine wanted to think about Zoro and how she should be by his side offering a prayer. Selfishness, something no good nun was supposed to have, was taking over.

"I cast this circle of flowers round, in calling for a love meant for me, to find me."

She hadn't thought of that night in about three years, not since the unruly Deacon traipsed through her life. While it'd all been fun and games at sixteen- a harmless little game that now had come back to haunt her for the second time.

Flashes of a scene— four giggling girls with stolen communion wine, special flowers scattered on the tiled floor.

"Forever will my true love bind,"

Sabine felt an intense pounding in her chest, as if her heart was about to beat out her ribcage and splinter the thin bones through her chest.

Oh she'd done it now. More specifically her sixteen year old self had. It was foolish to think the chicken scratch chant they found in an old book was anything but real. Because with an existence of devil fruits and sea monsters, was anything too far out the realm of existence?

Heavy tears slid down her cheeks as she sucked ragged breaths in. Sabine knew what this was. It was obvious. Not a ridiculous love at first sight story, Mihawk was her person as she'd set the stage for him to find her all those years ago. He had to be! Or else she believed too firmly in sudden happenstances of the butterfly effect. All this was, was sudden infatuation, an ironic suddenness happening during her sabbatical. Of course.

Sabine's fingers shook as she went to grip her rosary, head bent down as her lips moved, no words escaping.

posted : oct 26 2023

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