boomgoestheyani-mite!

-does he ask if you can pick him up and fly with him? yes, yes he does

-he’s definitely surprised, i mean not too much though. he’ll ask to see you fly and ask if he can touch them

-literal star eyes though

-he tries to be careful with them, he really does. but sometimes when he hugs you he either forgets or doesn’t realize it could hurt your wings so he accidentally crushes them a bit

-he feels awful though 

-he sometimes forgets you can fly and will pick you up, unfortunately for you he sometimes pushes you into like a river or pond or something if you’re exploring an island

-one time he pushed you off a little waterfall and he didn’t hear a splash so he freaked out but then you showed up flying and he’s like oh.. right 😄😍

-so... you gonna take him flying with you? 

-similar to roger, especially in the star eyes part

-he won’t ask you to carry him and fly, but if you were to suggest it... he wowuldn’t say no. he would almost jump right on you

-very protective of them as in if anyone crushed them, or even purposely tried to harm them, oden would be right there

-why yes he does brag to everyone

-everytime he. tries to touch them and trace the patterns he always ends up accidentally hurting them/you and he’ll apologize profusely 

-when he’s tired or a bit sentimental/calmer, then his touch is very light and he like to watch how the colors change when he slightly moves the wing 

☆┆Roger ;

⟢ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏ Wealth, fame, power.

Everything this world had to offer. From the deepest secrets of the past, to its riches and so on.

The one piece.

The man who'd attained it all, sailing the seas alongside his notorious crew, all making names for themselves, and of course, that didn't exclude you.

Numerous, countless adventures, aboard the Oro Jackson, you grew fond of every single person in the Roger Pirates, and one particular man. Roger himself.

The king of the pirates himself. A threat to every naval base, hell— A threat to even the most dangerous pirates. Despite having obtained life's full bounty. He'd never ceased looking at you like you were more precious than the one piece itself.

Which, to him, you were.

Roger was a man who loved with every fiber of his soul. Never failing to show so through even the smallest gestures.. well, they were small to him, atleast. Often giving you his share of their treasure findings, throwing himself infront of you in battle for defense, and afterwards, prioritizing checking up on you before the others.

Public display of affection? Never a problem. For someone as fierce and brave as him, Roger was never ashamed of displaying his affection towards you infront of anybody. He prized you and held you close like a sacred gem, a trophy. Never hesitating to hold your hand and kiss you, with something along the lines of; "This is my future wife, everyone!!" and laughing warmly at his own words and the sight of your embarassed face, from the bottom of his heart.

But,

All the laughter, the joy, the thrill of adventure alongside your beloved, didn't come with no consequence. Because even though everyone was proud and content, there was a sense of impending doom you simply couldn't get off your chest.

For his days were counted.

Roger would soon die.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏ It's been a few days since you'd reached Laugh Tale. The news were spreading all over the world, with Gol D. Roger now earning the glorious title of; King of the pirates.

Everyone was proud, including himself. They'd been partying for days, almost non-stop. It seemed like you've been hearing their laughter and boisterous cries and cheers for a decade, echoing late into the night as they danced, feasted and reveled in celebration.

The air smelled of spiced rum punch and roasted meat, mingling with the salty tang of ocean breeze ahead of you. Away from the noise, arms rested on the railing as you leaned against it. Your head spiraled, you'd tried partying with them. It's not that you weren't proud of the news and his accomplishments aswell, but for very obvious reasons, you simply couldn't enjoy it. It was like blasting music at a funeral— It was morally wrong.

Your fingers drummed restlessly against the edge of the railing. While your eyes were gazing at the moon, hanging low, casting a comforting light on the waves lapping peacefully on the anchored ship's hull. Your mind wasn't exactly there. Thoughts wandering to Roger, his pending death, his illness. You knew he would never get caught by marines, but one way or another, he just had it coming.

And the thought of that, made a tear or two drop from your eyes, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you sulked and basked in the stillness of your thoughts.

And then, a hand on your shoulder. Rough, big, yet ever so gentle on your skin. Squeezing gently.

You haven't heard a single sound as he approached, cape billowing in the slight wind, rippling with every step.

"It's not like you to leave the parties, Y/N!" Roger spoke up, voice deep and gravelly. He always sounded joyful, but there was an undertone of concern etched in his words.

Not hearing a response from you, he gently turned you around to face him, sighing at your sulking face.

"You're not thinking about that again.. are you?" His expression hardened for a moment, before turning into a smile again, placing his free hand on your other shoulder.

"How do you expect me to dance and have fun when I know what's coming soon, Roger." You eventually spoke up, your eyes never meeting his, hands clenching at your sides.

He moved to now stand beside you, arm draping over your shoulder and pulling you close and walking back to where everyone was.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, just enjoy it now !!"

"Hey — !"

A cheerful laughter boomed out of him over your protest as he dragged you alongside him, against your will, thank you very much.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏ And so, the night wore on. You'd somewhat managed to drown your thoughts with the intense partying and story-telling. Having company sure helped. Though only temporarily.

Though you couldn't say the same for your Roger. He never knew when to stop when it came to taking shots, always up for a challenge. Completely down on the floorboards of the main deck, snoring his heart out, cheeks flushed red and his mustache slightly damp from the rum that spilled.

With a sigh, you kneeled beside him, shaking his shoulder lightly. "Hey.. wake up, Roger."

"He never takes it easy, does he?" Rayleigh chuckled from a nearby crate he was seated on, arms crossed over his chest. He was surprisingly sober-looking for the amount of drinks he had with the others.

You sighed, eventually giving up. You leaned down, arms crossed on his chest as you laid your head between them on it.

Rayleigh took in the sight, a small endeared smile peeking at the corners of his mouth. Leaning back against the wall, he spoke again ;

"You're worried about him, aren't you, Y/N ?" The blonde remarked, hand on his chin, scratching the bits of his beard as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, Rayleigh. How could I not be? He's too.. not worried." You mumbled, afraid to wake him up.

"He's just Roger, you know how he is."

"Well, he's too Roger, then." You scoffed, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. Rayleigh let out a small laugh despite himself, before continuing;

"You wanna know what he told me?"

"Hm?"

A pause, a long, deafening silence, before he stood up,

"..Actually, it's better if you talk it out with him, instead of hearing it from me." Rayleigh retracted, before striding away, and into the shadows he went.

You didn't want to push it further, your gaze now turning to your beloved. Head still on his chest, now in his direction, admiring and studying every inch of his face like he'd disappear the second you looked away.

With his eyes still closed, Roger's lips curled into a faint smirk, his hand reaching behind your head, fingers curling in your hair and ruffling it in a playful gesture.

"I won't die yet, my love." The pirate mumbled, almost like he was saying it to himself, but it was very clear he was conscious and speaking to you. "And when I do, I don't want a single tear from you, you hear ?? That's not like you, at all!!" He continued, chuckling constantly as he spoke, his smile growing wider.

Your expression faltered, your mouth opening in a silent speech, nothing came out. Unsure of what to say.

You tilted your head, leaning into his hand as it tangled in your hair, reaching to hold it there with a gentle squeeze.

"..I won't." You tittered through a cracked voice, tears forming in your eyes. Ones you didn't allow to fall.

His hand on your hair tightened just the slightest bit, not enough to hurt, just to pull your face closer to his and kissing the top of your head.

"You just did!" Roger laughed, and you could feel the sound vibrating on his chest, while still scratching your hair.

"I didn't." You sniffled, like you were sucking the tears— burning in your eyes, threatning to fall, —back into your very skull.

"Well don't!" He chuckled, a hand reaching to roughly, yet playfully pinch your cheek.

You laid down fully with him on the floor, gazing at the starry night sky above you, through heavy lidded, sleepy eyes. Silence reigned the comfortable moment, before he spoke again;

"I'll always be with you, Y/N. Even when you think I'm gone." Roger smiled. Like he was speaking absentmindedly, his words came naturally, always soothing you.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏ You relaxed. You genuinely smiled again. For the first time in days.

☆┆Zoro ;

⟢ ࣪ ﹏⚔︎﹏ The strongest beast in the world's whereabouts; Onigashima island, in Wano-Kuni,

More specifically, upper side, right dome on the rooftop. An expansive, windswept battlefield perched atop the massive skull-shaped island fortress.

The air up there is thick with tension and raw, oppressive energy. A restless wind howls constantly across the rooftop, tugging at your cloak, hair billowing from it. The sky is an angry canvas of storm clouds roiling overhead.

You could almost taste the acrid tang smoke, blood, and something more sinister, mingling in the air. Each smell fighting for dominance in your nostrils with a bitter edge to them.

Every step of yours echoed in the vastness of the rocky island. A sinister, pulsating glow leaks out from the cavernous eye sockets of the colossal skull, casting the rooftop in an eerie, hellish red illumination. An unnatural hue, like the skull itself was alive with some malovelent force in its depths.

If this wasn't hell, you don't know what is, at this point.

Holding your hand close to your chest, you walked around the roof recklessly, yelling a name with each step you took. His name.

"Zoro !! Zoro?! Where are you, damn it ! Give me a sign you're there!" You shouted, your voice echoing again. No response. But your walking never ceased.

"Damn it.. I hope he's okay.. that King guy is no joke. Man.. he sure looked intimidating." You sighed to yourself. Like your own words were keeping you company. Or rather, distracting your from how absolutely terrified you were of this dark inferno.

"I'm sure he couldn't hold a candle to Zoro, though!" You added to yourself, with what looked like a really forced smile.

Meanwhile, what you weren't aware of, was that Zoro had already won. Having long beat that guy. Though, completely demolished from the injuries of the battle and the aftermath of Chopper's injections to get back on his feet again, even if temporarily.

He had heard your voice echoing from a distance. His ears perking up and picking up the sound almost immediately through his half-conscious state. His expression slightly faltering, eyes now wide open.

His grip on his swords tightened again, like he was trying to get up, to find you, to protect you again. Giving a very failed attempt at sitting up, his body immediately rejecting the movement.

"Shit.. Why would she come up here.—" Zoro grunted, his eyes squinting again from the pain.

But, you soon approached his location, spotting him from his perky green hair even from such a distance.

Your heart almost ceased beating, you stopped in your tracks for a split second, before now running towards him, stumbling on a few rocks.

He looked he owed the Grim Reaper money.. and maybe he did. Who knows. But that's definitely the face of a man who proudly went through hell and back.

You finally reached him, kneeling beside him immediately, your hand reaching under his head to prop it on your lap comfortably.

"Zoro!? What happened to you?? Where's that.. pterodactyl guy.. or whatever he was- Whatever, are you okay??!" You blurted out, one question after the other. And he looked at you with a plain, dead expression.

"Tch..— 'This an interrogation? I'm not even hurt, woman." The green-hair grumbled, though his breathing was sharp, unsteady. Like it was intentionally selling him out.

You looked down at his face, meeting his gaze, before his quickly tore away from yours, his eyes half lidded, closing against his will, refusing to admit he was tired, and definitely injured.

With an ever so slight smile, you sighed. Fingers absentmindedly through his hair.

"I'll get you out of here, stop acting so tough, for once." You cooed, your arm draping over his shoulder, propping him against you and standing up with him.

You didn't get a response, his shoulders slumping, weight shifting, leaning entirely against you as he finally allowed himself to rest.

⟢ ࣪ ﹏⚔︎﹏ It's been.. how long now? Maybe two days.

Or three,

Or five.

You lost count,

Every thought filling your mind was simply.. well, none. Atleast, none other than worry, concern, and perhaps a few tears you allowed to slip when nobody was looking.

The battle was long over anyway, the injured blissfully sleeping and healing. The flower capital being the central location for medical care.

It was awfully quiet now, compared to the screams, the shouting, the loud banging and clinks of swords crashing in seemingly endless fights.

And you? You were restless. You paced around in Zoro's cabin like you were performing some sort of resurrection ritual. Like you'd somehow heal him with enough worry and tightening his refreshed bandages every five minutes.

But you decided to sit still for now, sitting beside the edge of his bed, your hand reluctantly making its way towards his own. Your warmth contrasting with his limp, cold limb.

Zoro was very much strong, undefeated for god knows how long. The type of strong that made aura emit from him the second he takes a fight seriously. The type that makes people straighten their backs and whisper rumors to eachother about the name he made for himself.

But,

Even someone like him had his limits. Hell, you'd seen it for yourself, the state he was in. And always pretending to be okay.

You sighed, and closed your eyes, another tear unconsciously dropping down your cheek. Your hand absentmindedly tightening on his, lightly. Like a prayer.

And then you felt it.

A twitch,

A twitch of his finger.

A sign.

And then, an ever so slight squeeze on your hand, followed by a faint, groggy groan.

Without opening his eyes, he murmured; "..Mmh, I would've liked waking up to something better than you wheeping over me.. Moron."

You didn't even let him say anything else, your eyes widening in surprise, the good kind. As you lunged at him into a tight hug, your arms draped around his neck like your life depended on this grasp.

Zoro opened his eye with an "Oof" sound, startled, hands hovering above your back.

"Hey— Calm down, will you-?? I'm still-"

"I was so worried, you've been out for days, it's not like you- !! I'm so glad, Zoro !" You managed to speak between sobs, completely ignoring the fact that you cut him off mid sentence.

Though, he didn't quite complain. You couldn't tell if he was just too tired to bother, or he just didn't for your sake.

Probably both.

His calloused hands eventually landed on your back, reciprocating the hug, his gaze never meeting yours as you nuzzled your sobbing, snotty face deep into his neck.

With a lazy eye roll, he gave you one, singular, awkward pat on the back. Like trying to fix a broken vase with tape and apologies. The swordsman was never quite good with actions, or words.. or any type of affection at all, but you could tell he appreciated the care.

"..Stop crying, you're soaking me in your snot, it's gross — You're wheeping like I just crawled out of my grave." Zoro mock-complained, though, the odd, rare softness in his voice betrayed his words.

With an embarassed chuckle, you pulled away, wiping the mess on your face with the back of your sleeve, a wide, relieved smile plastered on your face.

There was a moment of silence, not the bad kind. A comforting silence, like a reality check. A check that he was actually here, safe and sound. Your eyes never left him, as if you were scared he'd evaporate from the room the moment you looked away.

But Zoro, he didn't look. He peeked from the side of his eye once, and when he realized you were looking, his gaze promptly tore from yours.

"..Stupid. I would never get killed by someone like him.. Hell, I wouldn't get killed at all." He mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you.

But you heard it. Because of course you did. And to which you responded;

"You literally met the grim reaper. I was worried sick."

"Wh— How do you know about that ??" Zoro raised both eyebrows, utterly disbelieving.

"You kept muttering something about owing money to it and how you'd actually fight death itself if it showed up again."

His ears reddened, lips turning into a flat line.

"You've always had strange dreams." You chuckled.

He blinked, once. Very slowly, then spoke again.

"..You— I— I've nothing to say."

"So you admit how dangerous that was? You're not invincible Zoro. I.. never doubted your strength, but I can see who we're up against in the new world, and.."

You trailed off, looking away.

"..I swore I wouldn't lose again, Y/N—"

Your eyes darted to him again, and for the first time during this interaction, he met your gaze. Eye to eye.

"—I'll be perfectly fine, as long as I don't have to worry about you crying a river the moment I'm injured. Every fight comes with an inevitable cost."

Zoro spoke firmly, like a vow, a promise. Both to himself, and to you. You especially. An unyielding tone washing over his deep voice.

His hand drifted to hold yours again. A rare move from someone who wasn't quite the best with affectionate gestures. But, from watching you, he picked up one or two things he thought would bring you a semblance of comfort. Though it was really awkward

"I.. Promise I'll always come back to you." Zoro mumbled, his cheeks dusted with a faint blush as he actively avoided looking at you. "..I guess." He continued, more to himself than to you.

You squeezed his hand back, like you were anchoring yourself to it, a warm, fond smile peeking at the corners of your lips with a small nod.

⟢ ࣪ ﹏⚔︎﹏ And surprisingly? You believed him. From the bottom of your heart, you once believed this moss-headed, sword wielding, booze drinking moron. He wasn't one for words. But definitely one for keeping promises like he meant them. And he did.

☆┆Mihawk ;

.⋆♱ ࣪ ﹏⁺ ཐིཋྀ In the Grand Line, lied thousands of strange places and weird islands, of all shapes and kinds. And one of them harbored the strongest swordsman in the world, and what so happens to be your husband.

Kuraigana island.

A place shrouded in dark skies and the kind of silence that came before storms. It was awfully quiet, and oddly peaceful for such an eerie looking island.

But fairly speaking, you'd probably have long lost your mind in here by now if it weren't for Mihawk's company.

And previously, for the past two years. These strange individuals came crashing like they always belonged here. A pink haired goth that looked like she was going through a phase, (though she looked really cute). And another swordsman who apparently already knew your husband from a duel. And somehow managed to convince him to endure two harsh years of training.

Very bold, even you wouldn't do that.

And you? You weren't directly involved in any of it, but you grew awfully fond of their presence. A sharp contrast to your previous, quiet life.

It was never silent anymore.

The contast banter between Perona and Zoro, half the rooms being redecorated in pink curtains and cutesy plushies, Zoro complaining about 'not having drank booze in like, forever', (forever: a few weeks. It was a non-negotiable condition in exchange for Mihawk's training).

"Oi— Ghost girl ! Did you put pink glitter on my swords ??!" Zoro shouted.

"They were grey, dull, bland and ugly! You have to admit they're so much better- and cuter now!" Perona rolled her eyes, giving him a bored look with a hint of a satisfied smirk at his frustration.

"I'll cut you up one of these days." He sighed.

"Try me." She giggled. And Mihawk facepalmed, hard.

"I wanted a peaceful life, why am I stuck babysitting two idiots and making sure every meal isn't diabetes-infested bagels." Your husband complained as you were getting ready for bed. Plopping yourself on the velvet sheet covered mattress beside him, you giggled at the remark, before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and a smile.

Not a word, just one glance at you, and a sigh, an accepting one.

Because even though it was a mess, a very chaotic one. God, you were delighted. And he could read you like an open book, he knew far too well. You enjoyed laughing fondly as your beloved pinched his forehead like he could massage his way out of the whole situation.

And for once since this started, seeing that smile on your face, Mihawk didn't mind it that much, for your sake only.

Though, there was a lingering feeling you couldn't shake off. You knew this would come to an end eventually, and in the spur of the moments, you didn't think about it.

But it eventually came. Slowly. It started with Zoro leaving first. You were the slightest bit upset, but atleast Perona stayed.

Not for long, either.

At the shore, only a few weeks later, you waved her off as she sailed away on her own, feeling a heavy tug on your chest, like a piece of you was now gone. That big goodbye smile plastered on your face immediately faded the moment she turned her back to you and left.

And of course, Mihawk noticed. Silently. But he knew. He didn't show much emotion himself, only crossing his arms and telling her to take care of herself. The thing that bothered him the most was that you were upset.

.⋆♱ ࣪ ﹏⁺ ཐིཋྀ

The days rolled into roughly a week. A week since silence haunted the castle again. No more shouting, arguing, playful banter, daily training sessions, bandaging up Zoro's wounds.

It was just you and hawkeye, alone again.

Seated beside you on a fancy, velvet arm-chair, Mihawk flipped through newspaper pages, his mind rarely drifting to the two. Unlike you, he was coping with their departure much better. He wasn't one for emotional attachment, he was just curious whether he'd get to see his apprentice's face on the news soon. His hand absentmindedly twirling his wine glass, the liquid moving around the edges smoothly, meeting his lips occasionally.

And you? Well, you've been sulking, loudly. Not with words, but you made it very obvious that you weren't taking this well. Sat beside a window, you stared out into the eerie horizon, zoning out, before propping an elbow on the table infront of you, one side of your cheek resting in the palm as you finally spoke up.

"It's really quiet, isn't it?"

"Mhm. Sure is." Mihawk responded quietly with a sip of wine, not even looking up from the newspaper.

You pouted, your free hand drumming your fingers on the table,

"Mmm..." You mumbled a hum.

No response.

You continued doing the same sound, over and over, louder each time. Until he cracked, putting the newspaper aside and meeting your gaze.

"Alright, what is it?" He spoke, composed and calm. Atleast until he saw unshed tears burning in your eyes, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"..I miss them." You confessed, quietly, like telling a sin. Though it wasn't much of a confession to him, since he knew, the moment he studied your expression as you watched them leave.

"I know you do."

"..Don't you??"

"They weren't keeping me alive or anything, we had an agreement, that was the end of the deal." He spoke, firm, unyielding.

"You're heartless."

"You wouldn't be married to me." He countered with a shrug and an ever so slight smug grin.

"..Fair." You sighed, voice slightly shaky with tears you were deseperately holding back. Inhaling deeply through your nose, trying to seem calm and composed.

Mihawk felt just a tinge (totally not just a tinge) of empathy. With a bit of hesitation and internal conflict, he pushed his chair back, making space for you. Silently calling you over with open arms.

You, on the other hand, never hesitated when he did this. Instantly getting up and plopping yourself on his lap, arms draped around his neck like silk, his own wrapping around your back, just tight enough to offer comfort.

Because unlike his usual stoic and cold demeanor, Mihawk had an undeniably soft spot for you. Which was natural, for being his wife. You loved how calm and rational he was in these situations.

For a while, he gave nothing but a warm embrace, a hug that held a million promises without a single word.

"..They're not deceased, or anything of the sort. You'll see them again.. Somewhere out there, at sea." Your lover spoke, deep, smooth voice barely a whisper tingling against your ear. "..Don't worry."

Don't worry.

It was just two words, but coming from him, they meant the world. You unconsciously clung onto him tighter, pulling your face back just enough to face him.

"..You always find the right words." You smiled, your hair slightly falling down from your face.

"Only for you." Mihawk responded, promptly reaching and tucking the strands behind your ear, leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, then another one around your lips, then to your lips directly, moving to your jaw. His thumbs tracing circles on your back absentmindedly.

"What's this for?" You spoke between giddy giggles, more like a pleased, intrigued question than a complaint. Your own hands caressing the back of his head, combing through his hair.

He paused mid kiss on your neck, just right under your ear, looking up at you with those ever so seducing, golden hues.

"Can't I show my crying wife comfort?"

"Never said that."

"Good." Hawkeye hummed in content, continuing his kiss pampering, before whispering in your ear again.

"When everyone leaves, I'll be here. Always."

He promised, firmly, solemnly, sincerely. His voice carried a sense of commitment, earnestness and eternal loyalty to you, the love of his life.

"..Don't cry again."

And right there, every shred of sorrow in your heart seemed to vanish in a moment's notice. You just got reminded that you have a loving husband who would quite literally end an entire fleet and a bloodline with a vegetable knife and carve your initials into their graves, without you even asking.

And you loved it.

You loved him.