#mihawk angst

You were consumed by a cocktail of fear and excitement.

But that was only natural to feel in your current predicament. Taken from your home due to circumstance that was no longer in your control. You turned to what you now call your husband. Dracule Mihawk was a man not to be trifled with, one of the Seven Warlords and dubbed the Greatest Swordsman in the world.

“I will have your room prepared as soon as possible.” Mihawk spoke, interrupting you from your train of thoughts.

All you could do was nod. You were taken from your own home, miles away from what you had once been so familiar with, a place that you had deemed had become your own prison. Any form of freedom you would take, even if it means being under the circumstantial marriage with one Warlord such as Mihawk.

“Yes, Sir.” You nodded, having no right to complain or react negatively for a short wait.

Even without looking at him, you’ve noticed his sharp yellow eyes glued fall to you. Turning to looking up at him, you noticed his narrowed eyes, a frown that was something you had gotten so used to rest on his lips.

“You will call me by my name, I do not agree to have you calling me of anything else while under you are under my care.”

You gulped, but nodded your head in agreement. This man, as handsome as he was, still scared you. Having caught firsthand the destruction his sword could make to your entire island should his will make it.

“You are not here as my prisoner, you can freely explore the castle should you wish to do so. All I ask is you not to leave unless you tell me or have me to accompany you, is that understood?”

“Yes—Mihawk.” You responded quickly.

As you step off the grandiose boat onto the rocky shore of Kuraigana Island, your heard races with anticipation and uncertainty. The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and new adventure, but it’s the sight before you that leaves you breathless. Your new husband’s castle, looms high above, perched on a ragged cliff that seems to defy gravity.

The castle is a dark, imposing fortress, its jagged spires reaching towards the heavens like the fingers of a giant’s skeletal hands. The stone walls are as grey and foreboding as the thunderclouds that hover over the island. You can’t help but shudder at the stark contrast between the castle and the vibrant, tropical island that surrounds it.

Your arrival has not gone unnoticed. From the castle's towering parapets, you catch glimpses of shadowy figures watching your every move. As you start to climb the narrow, winding path that leads to the castle gates, your footsteps echo in the eerie silence.

The closer you get, the more details you can make out. The castle is adorned with intricate, Gothic architecture, with gargoyles leering down from the eaves. The windows are narrow and slit-like, like the eyes of a predator, and they seem to be keeping a watchful gaze on you. The walls are covered in ivy and moss, as if nature itself is trying to reclaim this imposing structure.

You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you approach the massive, iron-bound gates. The air feels heavy with centuries of history, and you can't shake the feeling that the castle holds secrets, both wondrous and sinister, within its ancient walls.

As the gates slowly creak open, revealing the cavernous darkness beyond, your heart pounds in your chest. You have entered a world unlike any you have ever known, a world of mystery and danger. And as you step across the threshold, you can't help but wonder what awaits you in this forbidding castle on Kuraigana Island.

As you step through the imposing gates of Mihawk's castle, your heart is still pounding with trepidation. The exterior of the castle had filled you with a sense of foreboding, but as you cross the threshold and enter the grand foyer, you are struck by a stark contrast.

The interior of the castle is a complete surprise. The space is bathed in warm, inviting light that spills from ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. Elaborate tapestries hang on the walls, depicting scenes of epic battles and exotic landscapes. The polished marble floors beneath your feet reflect the glow of the many candles that line the corridor leading deeper into the castle.

Your husband, Mihawk, takes your hand and leads you forward, his expression unreadable. His grip is reassuring, grounding you in this unexpected change of atmosphere. You exchange a glance with him, and for a moment, you both share a silent understanding of the paradoxical nature of the castle.

The air inside is fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers, and the walls are adorned with vibrant paintings and delicate porcelain vases filled with blossoms.

As you explore the interior of the castle, you discover cozy sitting rooms with plush sofas and grand dining halls set with opulent feasts. The contrast between the grim exterior and the opulent interior is almost surreal, and you can't help but marvel at the transformation.

Mihawk guides you to a balcony overlooking a breathtaking garden bathed in moonlight. The sight of it takes your breath away, and you realize that the castle holds a world of beauty and wonder that you could not have imagined.

As you stand together on the balcony, surrounded by the enchanting sights and sounds of the castle, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope and excitement for the future that awaits you here, in this magical, enigmatic place.

It wasn’t your home, no, far from it, but with this new found freedom, all you could think of right now is what the world could possibly be able to give you now.

“You have a guest along? That’s surprising from you.”

You tensed, immediately finding yourself stepping closer to the man you now call your husband. Turning to the owner of the voice, the sight of a pink-haired girl over a decade younger than you had floated towards your direction with what you think were ghost accompanying her.

“Not a guest.” Mihawk explained his gaze was on you, you tensed as his hand had rested on the small of your back. “My wife.” He introduce without much of a hesitation in his tone.

“Wife?!” The girl gaped and was immediately all over you, questioning you and your life decisions and how much of a sour sport Mihawk was to her especially as he had left her all alone in the castle.

“You have a daughter?” You inquired.

“No, just an unwelcomed guest.” He explained earning the offense of the girl that you now learned was named Perona. “But she will keep you company for the instance that I will be out for a while.”

It was rare for you to summon him- As his wife he was used to you being one to not speak with him much. In the past you'd been a chatterbox much to his annoyance, but greatful you had quieted down over the coming years. However when the Transponder Snail on his desk informed him that you'd requested him he was surprised if not mildly intrigued.

Marching down the hallway to you as you saw you, dressed like you were preparing to go outside and eating a fine charcuterie board and sipping on one of his best bottles of wine- much to his ire.

You look up from your glass of wine. Seeing Mihawk step into the room with a bottle of his own drink of choice- Silence filling the room as he looked you over.

"You wished for me wife?" He questioned with his usual stoic manner.

"Another letter- This time a women from East Blue, it's a girl" You say blandly, Tossing the letter on the table as you set down your glass. He didn't seem amused by this, only giving a annoyed sigh and stepping forward prepared to grab the letter however you slammed a manilla envelope on top of the letter before he grabbed it. Yellow eyes looked at you annoyed-

"What is this?-"

He grumbled, you waving off his question for him to just open it. Grabbing the manilla envelope he proceeded to open it, His eyes widening at the stack of papers inside and seeing in bold letters what was written on top. Divorce Decree-

"(Y/N) What is the meaning of this" He hissed and tossed the envelope back down on the table, You pouring yourself another glass of wine.

"Divorce papers, I've already taken the liberty of filling my name on it already" He picked them up again to look for himself- seeing you had indeed signed all the papers already.

You stayed calmly, his face swirling with emotions as he held the papers with a tightened grasp. Clearly anger bubbling below the surface.

"This seems like a extreme reaction to a small issue" He stated calmly, You raising a brow at his statement as you sipped your drink and ate some more of the charcuterie board you'd laid out for yourself.

"Is it?" You question, eating some more till Mihawk reached over and slid the board away from you to stop eating as he stared hard at you- your hands quick to grab your wine glass too before he took that.

"This is a one time thing, it was a drunken-"

"87" You said calmly, drinking down your final glass of wine. He looked at you in question.

"Pardon?-"

"This is your 87th child with a stranger. 48 boys, 39 girls- 25 in the East Blue, 21 in the west, 30 in the North and 11 throughout the Grandline" You recited calmly, his face going to one of shock at hearing your words so blandly spoken or that you knew to the agree of unfaithful he was.

"So what was that about this being the final one?" You ask, standing from your chair to knock the crumbs off your outfit.

"It is natural in wanting to spend time with someone who can provide-" He stated as he watched you prepare to leave.

"Well then its natural that I want a divorce, it's not MY fault that you can't go a few days without fucking some stranger or that you seem to like to like to get every person you meet pregnant" You hissed, Mihawk glaring at you.

"And It is not my fault you are barren- So dont blame me that I spread my legacy elsewhere" He shot back, His words like that final knife to your heart as you stood in the doorway. Mihawk regretted those words the moment they left him, sighing as he rubbed his temple his lips feeling like fire for saying such a thing.

"That.. isnt what I ment I apo-"

"Dont- You're right it's not your fault... just how it's not my fault you're a cheater bastard. We are done Mihawk. My stuff has already been packed and sent away, I will he out of here by tonight" You stated calmly and leaving your library one last time-

"(Y/N)! This is utterly childish and ridiculous" He angrily yelled as he followed you down the hallway. You just grabbing the last suitcase you had set by your former bedroom door.

He grabbed your wrist suddently to stop you from stepping further but you spun around and smacked him hard. The wedding ring still on your hand slicing him across the cheek, as he quickly released your wrist to touch the bloody cut.

You slid off the ring, ignoring the tinge of his blood in it and slammed it into his free hand.

"You will never touch me again-" You all but hiss, disgust dripping from your lips like a venom that shot through his vains.

"(Y/N) it is ignorant to give up an entire relationship for a character flaw- I've been a good husband in other regards" You couldn't help but snort a laugh at this-

"You a good husband? Please tell me, when is my birthday? When was the last time we had sex? Last time you kissed me, Hell last time you even uttered the words I love you? Oh here's a good one when did we get married?" You ask him, He opened his mouth but he couldn't think of an answer to any of those- You smiled sarcastically.

"I thought so... By the way, Our wedding anniversary is today"

His heart sank.. was it really?... he relooked at the divorce papers to see the date of Marriage and he felt a burn of guilt in his chest at the sight- indeed it was today.. 20 years to the day.

He opened his lips to try and conjoure up words to wipe away his actions but he couldnt.. instead looking to your eyes and that's when it hit him- He was no better then a stranger to you seeing the indifference in your gaze at him- Not angry, not sad but just.. indifferent like he was just another person to you.

Sensing that he now understood the true gravity of this all you nod, Grabbing your coat from the rack and slipping it on and set down your copy of the keys to the manor on the side table.

death is devastating.

to know someone will never come back and that you'll never see them in person again, it's agonizing. especially when you have unfinished business with them.

it's like mold, growing the more you refuse to clean it. to clean it would mean to rid of the thought, how could you ever rid of that person you love?

how could mihawk ever get rid of you?

the only person who ever stood by him, who kept pushing towards him, who understood him.

the day you died, you took a piece of him with you. the day they lowered your casket into the ground, they lowered him as well. 

it's been hurting, rotting. he needs that piece of him back.

he needs you back.

which is what leads him to the graveyard, with a shovel and an empty bottle of wine. his forehead was slick with sweat, mixing in the drops of rain pouring from the night sky. the thoughts had been plaguing his mind, spotting his vision with images of you, distorted and distraught. he needed to get rid of them, to bring you back for good.

the shovel plummeted into the ground, mud plastering itself onto his wet boots. the rain continued to pour, small puddles now surrounding him. the lightning cracked, shooting through the sky. on rainy days like these, you'd often beg mihawk to watch the rain pour. he'd always decline, but now he only wishes he could go back and sit with you all those times.

there's a pile of wet dirt growing and growing, the longer he scoops its up, growing closer to where they put your body. the shovel wasn't enough, it couldn't pull enough dirt. so, he tosses it to side, gets on his knees, and begins scratching and shoveling through the dirt with his bare hands.

dirt finds itself under his usually clean nails, but he could care less. he couldn't wait any longer. his sweetheart was only a casket away.

the rain soaked his white button up, sticking to his toned body. his hair was damp, loose strands falling over his face. nobody would believe it, that the world's greatest swordsman was on his knees, digging up his deceased lover. it was pathetic, sad, how someone as simple as you had him throwing his pride away.

his fingers felt the touch of a hard surface, his stomach dipping. there it was, the box that held the only thing he wanted. for a moment, a grin stretches across his face. it's maniacal. his eyes were blown, the once hazel orbs now full-on gold, glowing in the rainy night.

his hands grip the sides of the casket, nails digging into the wood. with all his might, he pulls over the lid, finally revealing it. you.

there you laid, eyes closed. mihawk chuckled sadly. you were as beautiful as you were the day you died. your skin was drained of color, sickly looking. he only stared at you for a moment, taking in your image. he couldn't believe it. you were finally back, in front of him. with him, right where you belonged.

a droplet of rain falls onto your face, breaking mihawk out his trance. he scrambles to grab your limp body, holding you close to his wet body. he kissed your face, lacking the warmth you once carried with your presence. mihawk spoke softly, voice slightly cracking.

"shh . . . i know it's cold, my love. we'll be back home soon, in warmth, together."

the world's greatest swordsman had lost his mind.

★

-

It was a Sunday morning when Sabine trekked her way up to the Monastery. The Holy Day, it felt ironic in a sense when she realized it after leaving behind the Going Merry. Nostalgia, familiarity, sorrow laced with minor bouts of happiness hit her as she passed by the familiar sights, the sounds, the scents that had been a piece of her for so long. The small stores they frequented for candles and fabrics, sometimes sweets. The lilac field and how its wisps engulfed her, tears pricked at her eyes. 

But it was the sight of the front gates. Then of the cemetery she had to pass. Of all the statues she’d come to memorize, each tile along the pathways and their dozens of cracks. The thorny rose bushes. The lines of laundry out to dry. 

It felt as if she were coming off this great high, seemingly never ending until the doubt crept in. Mixtures of good and bad memories, the emotions raw within her as she approached. Seeing the very same windows and balconies she used to stare out from, imagining a life beyond the walls. The very same walls she allowed herself to walk back within. A tightening, coiling in her chest made it feel like the air was taken right from her lungs at the realization. 

Her heart was set. For she knew it had been long ago. Yet it was her brain that reeled, trying to make excuses to go back to the Sisterhood. It was safe, she knew it well, and she could give up her autonomy over her body and mind for good. Let herself only think of her duty, it would be easy. Right?

“My child.” The matriarch stood just inside the main doors. 

The musk of the ancient hall, the emptiness of it and all its dust, hit her full force. A heavy fog of remembrance, that the floral smell of an old dying woman that could never be masked, would be her fate. Her stomach lurched, a sinking sensation settling in. Sabine’s voice was stuck in her throat as she approached. 

“Sister,” Sabine smiled warmly, “It’s good to see you.”

“You look well.” The elderly woman replied, “I’m not surprised, perhaps disappointed.”

“What do you mean?”

Sabine then noticed the bag at the matriarch of the Monastery’s feet. The very same bag Sabine had on her when she was brought to these doors all those years ago. 

She sucked in a sharp breath as her heart hammered in her chest, suddenly beating out of tune. “Why do you have that?”

“You don’t belong here Miss Oakes. But you are dutiful, loyal, I’m worried you’d stay even if it sucked the life from you.”

“I…” She faltered. Nothing came out as she reopened her mouth, a stuttering within her brain on how to continue. 

Sabine had rehearsed great speeches during the walk. During her sleepless night on the boat, thinking what to do, what to say. Every outcome on repeat, her imagining the worse possible outcomes. Imagining trying to leave the Monastery and being trapped, being forced into a religious manic state to keep her pliant. How convincing sermons and prayers of everyone acting as one could be. It became her nightmare. 

Did it mean she wanted to leave? 

“Do not bend over backwards to convince yourself of reasons to stay.” 

Sabine teared up as a cacophony of emotion bore down on her, churned its way up through her belly and up her throat. She choked back a whimper, turning her head so to hide her glistening eyes.

“I can’t just– I can’t walk away, not after all…” Her voice broke off, “You’re right. I hated every second here, while I loved my sabbatical, as crazy as it was.” 

A moment of pure joy blossomed in her chest. Like a rose in bloom, its red petals bright and full. Lovely. As if her consciousness was released of yet another worry. First the demon of her nightmares being vanquished. And now her decision. Having to push away the thoughts of letting down those she cared for within the Sisterhood. What would the loss of one nun be in the grand scheme of things?

“Good.” The matriarch smiled warmly, “While you will no longer be an active nun, I urge you to keep your habits, keep your love for your Sisters here. It was a strange world as you know. Stranger that I had Cardinal Joseph reaching out to me, granting you a title within the church permanently for all you have done. And if you want back in well? Aren’t we supposed to be for the lost and wary?”

It meant the world. Sabine grinned, a laughter bubbling up from her throat. Even Cardinal Joseph knew she needed out! Allowed her the option of safety to have safe havens within those associated with the church, knowing she could continue to declare herself a nun with no consequences if stuck in a jam. After the betrayal of her father as a child, she supposed she would always be guarded, dealing with the trauma it wreaked on her very depths she was not aware of. She supposed things would never work out in the way they did in stories, that she wouldn’t get the joyous ending she so wanted, just one of simplistic measures. While a life at the Monastery would not have been complete misery, Sabine only saw it as a prison compared to the opportunities ahead of her. 

“Would you like to hear about everything that happened on Angelica Island?” Sabine asked, unable to wipe the grin from her face. The corners of her eyes crinkled to match the matriarch’s as they headed to her office to catch up over tea.

-

Had the sun ever shone that brightly before?

Sabine did not think so. Not when she’d been out hours prior thinking she was going back to her jail, the place that had slowly sucked the light from her. The answer had been there in front of her the moments Luffy and then Mihawk came into her life. While she now walked away from the Monastery for herself, she could not have been more appreciative for those that helped her see it. 

It was bittersweet, it probably always would be. But as she’d walked the once intimate halls of the Monastery she felt like a ghost. A spirit stuck in time waiting for its chance to move on. And she knew if she’d stay, she’d wallow, she’d descend into something darker. Because those walls felt haunted, reminders of her past and the things that were still raw. Of her mother and of her despicable father. Of the abandonment and resentment that festered she did not realize until standing in her old room, seeing the empty bed and closet. It would go to another. 

Life was moving on. And it was time for her to do so as well. 

The matriarch had given her a bundle of supplies, of a few maps and directions on the next steps she could take. A list with a few names, then a letter to the owner of the Bed&Breakfast of the small town she’d passed through to arrive. 

It was a nervous excitement that churned in her stomach, though she couldn’t deny the fear as well. She’d be foolish not to be uneasy, this new season of her life had no end date like the sabbatical. Sabine no longer considered the Monastery her fallback plan. It couldn’t be!

She felt a shift as she drew closer to town, the perimeter’s stone walls overridden with vines and sprawling flowers. As she came to the bottom of the hill the road weaved along, coming to the entrance her brain tried to catch up with what she was seeing.

Sabine came to a halt, time at a stand still around her. A euphoric quiet, the sounds of the quaint town coming to a hold. Her heart hammered in her chest as her stomach erupted in a fluttering swarm of butterflies. A choked cry of emotion came from her lips as she broke out into a grin, the ring she kept around her neck felt like it burned beneath her dress. 

Without a care in the world she flung herself into his arms, bag dropping to the grass. Because she knew he’d catch her. And he did, his familiar scent enveloping her once again after months apart. 

There in Mihawk’s arms Sabine let out a relieved laugh, squeezing her arms that wrapped around his neck. His hands firm on her waist. Electric tingles shot through her nerves, her veins feeling full of an overwhelming joy that threatened to burst at the seams. 

Their grips on the other loosened as they pulled back enough for their gazes to connect in a fiery bond. His golden eyes entranced her. Stomach in knots. Passion surged through Sabine as she reacted. 

On the tips of her toes, cupping his face in her hands Sabine pressed her lips to his. A barrage of fireworks set off inside the two as their lips moved with fervor, in disbelief that this had finally come to fruition. As if their souls intertwined as heat erupted beneath her skin, as her insides fluttered furiously. His grip on her was like he could lose her any moment, tight and to his chest. Their hearts beating in turn, quick as their pulses hiked as emotion swirled around them.

“How?” She asked in awe as they broke apart. Her breathing heavy.

“I promised after your sabbatical I would come and find you. I imagine you’ve made a decision?” He replied warmly, clearly insinuating the kiss, how effortlessly she’d pulled him into her as she could wait no longer. 

Sabine flushed pink, suddenly embarrassed of her brash actions, “Oh sorry about that, got excited.” 

He placed a kiss atop of her head, cupping her jaw to force her to look up at him. How cute her bright pink cheeks were, eyes glassy and wide. “Tell me of your time whilst we’ve been apart. Tell me all about your decision, all that went into it.” 

And she did so with renewed vigor, gripping his arm as they walked to town, afraid he would disappear at any moment. Was this truly real? Truly happening to her? How attentively he listened to the adventures she had after their time together on the Island, carefully nodding, even tensing as she told him of close calls they suffered with other pirates. 

“I want you to know,” Sabine said, stopping as they reached the Bed&Breakfast, “that I made this decision for myself, for what I wanted and not for anyone else. You just happen to be an addition to which my heart belongs.”

Mihawk brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, her skin swarming to life from his touch. “I know, I admire that of you. My heart belongs to you as well, my dear, it had from the moment I laid eyes on you in that bar.” 

“Baratie seems like a life time ago.” She remembered some parts of it fondly, the rest not as much. “But to think, how much awaits me.” 

Mihawk’s heart ached, it felt to expand as he looked upon her shining face and all he felt was the overwhelming weight of love. Her endearing smile, eyes alit in glittering wonder, but it was the unwavering stance in her future that made him proud. Once a young woman unsure of what she wanted, or perhaps too scared to claim what she knew she needed; was now impenetrable in the future she would grasp. Mihawk only hoped she would continue to see one with him. 

“If you’ll have me by your side,” Mihawk said, voice low, “I would be honored.”

“Having a skilled swordsman might be helpful.” Sabine grinned as he chuckled from amusement. “I had plans for just myself, unsure of when we would meet. The matriarch gave me letters of places and people, but I suppose if you’d let me travel with you when safe, I would be very pleased. I have no goals for now besides to see the world and to be with you. I’m sure as time passes I’ll have more of an idea of where I want to dedicate myself.”

“It won’t always be safe to travel with me, but you’ll be safe in my home if you wish to stay there, or if I travel somewhere with a marine base I know you’ll be safe to wander to your heart’s content.”

“I was curious where you lived.” 

“I believe you’ll find it amenable.” 

Mihawk and Sabine paid for one room at the expansive Victorian style home of the Bed&Breakfast, it was on the second floor in one of the far corners. It overlooked the sea as if sat on a jagged piece of land that sat just higher than the rest of the miniature town. The waves crashed along the rocky shoreline just north of where the small port resided, an even smaller marine base to match the amount of occupants on the island. 

It was a large room with renewed wooden floors and a fading pink wallpaper, old finishings and antique furniture. Quaint and clean, Sabine smiled to herself as her fingers ran along the linen curtains with embroidered daisies as she peered out the wide window. 

As she looked to Mihawk, who stood in his glory as he carefully placed Yoru at bedside, Sabine was suddenly filled with nerves. A pleasurable yet painful fluttering that made it hard to think as heat pooled in her core. This time being alone with him in a hotel room felt different, drastic from the weeks they shared one on Angelica Island. Of course it was different, she thought, so much had changed. She had changed. And no longer would she be scared of what she wanted as it was steps away from her. 

And it seemed Mihawk had the same line of thought. He was on her in moments, grasping her waist and pulling her into him. Lips searing on hers, lightheadedness tickled the back of her mind as her knees wobbled. 

Sabine’s back met the soft bed, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She stared up at him with stars in her eyes, warm anticipation settling in her chest. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, excitement pooled in her core, so pleasurable and new that it overwhelmed her senses. She could hardly think straight as she was desperate to grasp Mihawk as he stood above her. 

He stripped himself of his jacket and shirt with ease. How handsome he was in her eyes as he did so gracefully, a sheen of sweat at her hairline as she watched him. Reveling in his chiseled muscles that made her marvel. Her body was alive in every sense. She yearned for him in a way she had never experienced before and she thought she understood wanting someone. For how she missed him had been so consuming during their time apart, she did not think another emotion would control her as this did. 

Their lips found each other as if they needed the other to breathe. Mihawk moved to carefully hover above her, holding the side of her face in one of his hands whilst the others bore his weight, planted above her head. Their hips slotted together as her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel his hardened groin against her. 

“Mihawk.” She breathed heavily as they broke apart for just a second. His lips went to claim hers once more but stopped. His golden irises peered at her intensely. “I’ve not done this…” 

Realization flashes over his face, cheeks redding ever so slightly. “Right- a nun’s vows, permanent or not.” He remembered. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. More than anything.”

He stole the breath from her lungs as their mouths slammed back together with a desperation only the other could quench. Sabine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as physically possible, her entrapped between his forearms, stuck between the bed and his muscled chest. She saw stars as she let out a whine, pure want wracked through her and it was becoming too much. Dizzied. Heart racing. A high pitched whine escaped her. 

Mihawk pulled back, eyes dark as he grazed a hand along her cheek. His fingers pulled at the fabric she adorned. “Your clothes, dear, may I take them off?”

She nodded in agreement, then he swiftly pulled her dress over her head. Immediately her arms went to cover herself atop her bra but as his lips descended onto her neck, moving to her collarbone, the tickle of his beard and soft words against her skin; she let him remove it too. 

Every touch had her on fire. Every stroke and every kiss felt like she was drowning in a vast pool of molten lava as Mihawk worked his way down. Oh how right this felt as he pulled off her panties, kissing her inner thighs. Though nerves flitted in her ribcage, she felt safe with him, certain of this path more than ever before. 

“Do you want me to keep going, dove?” 

“Yes, please.” She responded immediately, blood rushing to her cheeks as she watched him dropping back to his knees between hers. To be bare in front of a man like this, made her flush and her mind race. But Mihawk was shirtless, his slacks discarded as well, how lovingly his golden irises stared up at her; she felt reassured.

Every inch of her skin shuddered beneath his continuous touches, how his fingers drew slow and teasing circles along her thighs only to stop along her creases as her breathing quickened. Sabine squirmed, heat pooling in her loins as she tried to wade through the new feelings that erupted within. 

Mihawk liked how she begged, loved it really; a shiver went down his spine as his name rolled lustfully off her tongue. He was building her up but his patience was thinning, for how he was desperate to taste her, to claim her as wetness pooled at her entrance.

His eyes flickered up to hers one last time, checking to see if any doubt clouded them, but there was not. Only awe as she waited for him to continue. “I’ll take care of you my love, don’t be afraid to stop me.” She seemed to relax at that, Mihawk couldn’t hold back any longer as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. 

Sabine’s taste intoxicated him, the sound of her cries ignited a flame within. His tongue danced circles over her swollen clit, studying how she reacted to every movement. The fervent moans reaching his ears was like music, it spurred him on as a low groan built in his chest. He burrowed his tongue inside her, swirling and sucking so he could hear her pleas. And when his first finger breached her walls, she gasped, hand shooting down to grasp his other, she gripped onto him any where she could as he pumped his middle finger in and out. 

Any further composure she had melted as he sucked harshly on her clit, adding another finger inside of her. She gasped as her vision turned spotted, her hips involuntarily rocking against his hand for more. More. She needed him as her lungs filled with air, though never feeling quite enough. Mihawk curved his knuckles that hit a spot that made her cry out, a shudder overtaking her whole body. She was sure she was seeing Heaven as he stretched her out adding another finger, a fresh pain turning to rapture as his name rolled off her tongue. 

“Mihawk!” She practically sobbed as a wave cascaded over her, as her loins snapped and an orgasm wracked through her. A blissful moment where all she saw was stardust, all she could breathe was his name. 

He helped her come down, carefully kissing along her thighs, cooing sweet words she hadn’t known him capable of. How he captured her in a heated kiss, his tongue pressing past her lips to claim her. Her body jerked and writhed against him, the haze finally disappearing from her head so she could see him clearly. Golden eyes held her own, her chest seized with emotions of love. 

“Tell me if it gets too much.” Mihawk kissed her forehead before he stripped himself of his boxers. It was his last layer between them as he situated himself between her legs. His cock was long and girthy, he fisted it in one hand with slow strokes as he admired her. The sheen of sweat along her skin, her blissed out face with wet lashes, eyes swirling with lust. 

His cockhead prodded at her glistening entrance, letting it run up and down her folds leaving her gasping with each touch. Eventually he lined his tip up with her after she begged him not to torture her, grunting as he entered her. 

Sabine was a whimpering mess as the first fourth of his cock was swallowed by her constricting walls. A dull ache deep in her core by the sudden intrusion, she grit her teeth, nails dug into his biceps to ground herself. Her head spun as she wound tighter and tighter, before she snapped and pleasure hit her. It felt like he was splitting her in two, like she was standing on the edge of the world waiting to spill over from the pleasure that slammed into her. But it was him that pulled her back, pulled her back to reality as his cock dragged out of her velvet walls and pushed back in. 

She moaned, breathless as she half heartedly begged for more, unsure if she could even take more. Lashes fluttered furiously as she saw stars, as she did not think she could take the pressure and pleasure that built up. The static in her lower tummy, the spurred emotions that flit through, the practical pain that made her cry out. How it built and built, and built. 

A mindless smile was plastered on her lips. Her fingers grazed along every inch of his skin, every inch that was available, making her insides flutter. To see him like this, clothes off, their bodies intertwined, their souls as one made her feel on fire; an all consuming one she wished to never go out.

Sabine’s eyes were half lidded the further, the harder her fucked her, uncaring for her pleas to slow down. His hips moved as he was needy, as she was needy, as their moans intertwined and their bodies did too. Mihawk readjusted himself between her legs, slamming harder against her pelvis, causing his thick cock to hit parts of her she did not know existed. For he was so deep that her mind exploded, her limbs erupted in goosebumps, eyes rolled back into her head, and she writhed against him. Breathless cries falling from her lips. Half moon marks along his skin from where her nails dug. 

“Take me, my love.” Mihawk breathed unsteadily. Oh how he knew he would live for every reaction, every gasp, every jerk of her body. Nothing would ever impact him the way this did, becoming one with Sabine. His grunts, his moans, it was all for her. 

Their lips meshed in a desperate fashion, like the other would die if separated. Sabine felt herself approaching a high once again, incessant gooey pleasure spreading throughout. A coil tightening. Vision blurring. Mihawk relished in the sight of her like this; beautiful, naked, flushed, and crying out for him. His cock fucking into her depths, disappearing each time their hips flushed as one.

Mihawk gripped her hips as he readjusted her legs, pushing them so her ankles upwards towards her head. She gasped. He was deeper than before, she let out a shuddering sob as her fingers gripped his biceps harder. Sabine cried out nonsense as a wave overtook her, as it slammed against her bringing her beneath it. Her second orgasm consumed her, snatching the air from her lungs like she was drowning in it. Mihawk picked up the pace as she pulsed around him, cunt all swollen and tight as he swore he was seeing white, his own high closing in. Cock twitching, several long thrusts, he let out a few grunts, profanity slipping past his lips as he crushed his mouth back onto hers. He cradled her from how he laid on top supporting himself. Her legs limply circled around his waist as his cock released within her, filling her up. 

Vulnerability shone in her eyes. Lips red, parted as they focused in on his face. Mihawk kissed her forehead, slowly nuzzling down to reach her lips. A gasp escaped her as she felt his cock pull out of her. He listened to the rapidness of her pulse, of how her heart hammered in her breast as her chest heaved up and down. How that in his arms it began to lull, she found solace and comfort in him, which made his own chest fill with an unfounded emotion, something that felt so strong yet he could never put a word to it. He held her, and she held onto him, as if they could be separated at a moment’s notice. 

“Sabine?” His deep voice sent shudders down her spine. 

A pink flush came over her, a sense of embarrassment flaring inside as she could not bring herself to meet his gaze. Realizing they lay naked, of the things they did– she felt no regret, but worry, of insecurity towards herself as if she were baring more than her naked body. Sabine moved to cover her breasts as they shifted. 

“You are beautiful.” He murmured huskily, as if able to read her thoughts. 

Sabine was certain her face was bright red. But she still melted into his hold, basking in how her skin erupted in goosebumps as his lips fanned along the skin between her neck and collarbone. The neatly trimmed hairs of his beard made her giggle, “I suddenly feel… shy. Perhaps I should go clean myself-”

“Let me help.” It was as if she would go nowhere without him. Like it was his duty to see to her afterwards and it made her insides bubble, a strangeness that she had not expected from a man. 

She had no experience with this, nor did anyone at the Monastery talk about it if they did. Apparently foolishly she thought when the actual actions of sex were done the man and woman just… went on their own ways as if it had not happened. Sabine had never seen her parents be intimate in the sense of kisses or hugs. So the fact Mihawk did not seem to want to move past sex, but to bask in it as he cared for her was almost too much for her pour heart! Everything felt warm, her extremities tingling all the way from her toes to the top of her head. 

That was how she found herself in a bath with him; a large porcelain tub with steaming water and the washroom fogging with the scent of lavender. There with her back to his chest as the soapy water covered her breasts, listening to the constant rhythm of his heart, their fingers intertwined. Her head rested back, lashes fluttering as she craned her neck just so to gaze at him. Defined cheekbones, striking eyes, his full lips calling to her… 

“You’re certain you want me?” The words slipped past Sabine’s lips before she could catch herself. 

He did not miss a beat. “Yes. I meant the words I said then and I continue to mean them now. You have become the very thing my heart beats for, allow me to care for you always.”

And she knew he did mean them, for his actions showed it louder than any words could. How he became a constant. How he cared for her, how she showed up for her, never did he leave any room for true uncertainty to creep in. She realized even the months they were apart, she had never once doubted that they would be reunited. That he would find her no matter what sea she was in or which island she were on. 

Sabine turned hesitantly in the water, bracing her hands on his chiseled chest and planted her lips to his. 

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posted: february 20 2025