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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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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years

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Call me your name

It looks like I’m back to my bullshit with starting new fics, yes it’s a prologue for yet another chaptered one. A piece from “How did we get so dark”, that includes spoilers from “Chapter Three”.

SUMMARY: A face from his early days surprises John at the Continental.

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Wick was in the middle of his way to concierge desk, when someone called him by his true name, the one he hasn’t heard in ages.

“Jardani” he couldn’t believed when he heard his name called in the lobby. He was surrounded by people great amount of people, but there wasn’t a single chance anyone knew this was his true name. “Jardani” the smooth voice got to his ears again and the turned around to see who was calling him, “Moj darahi, Jardani.”

She looked taller than he remembered, her golden locks were lighter now and that outrageously red lipstick on her lips meant that they weren’t kids anymore. Step after step she was moving closer to him, heels clicking on the marble floor and he was unable to took his eyes off her. There was something different in the way she was staring at her, her baby blue eyes weren’t the same anymore. Maybe it was the fact that he hasn’t seen her for literal ages.

“Ioana? Is that really you, kachana?” he placed his luggage onto the floor, throwing his arms open, so she could sneak between them, wrap her own arms around his neck and hugging him tightly while standing on her tiptoes.

“It’s really me, Jardani. Oh how I missed you…” she smelled like strawberry field on a sunny day, the scent filled his nostrils and he felt dizzy.

“Ioana” John breathed her name just like it was the last ‘amen’ in a long prayer. He wrapped his arms around her, his large hands roaming her back, the coldness of her skin made him shiver, she hummed softly, looking up at him.

There was not a single thing that could made him take his eyes off her. How stunning she was… those eyes he could drown in every time he stared into them for too long. He couldn’t believe she was real, maybe it was just a dream, a mirage, a feverish vision he had lying somewhere in an alley where he was bleeding out.

“I thought…” he started, but couldn’t say what he wanted, the words stuck in his throat. Instead he just gently cupped her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“I know that she told me I was dead… but she did it only because she wanted to protect you” Ioana confessed, trying to reassure him somehow, but she noticed that lonely tear leaving his eye and sliding down his cheek, but before it could fall from his chin she wiped it with her finger.

“I have too many questions…” John mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. His beard tickled her skin and she giggled softly, letting her hand to sink in his hair, twisting his raven strands in her fingers, her nails caressing his scalp.

“I might not have all of the answers” she admitted, her hand gently touching his cheek, “but I will try my best Jardani” he looked up at Ioana, trying to decode the look on her face, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, a small smile on her crimson lips.

It was he first time he saw her wearing lipstick and it was quite the difference to see her with red lips. It’s wasn’t that it doesn’t suited her, it was just… something else. She wasn’t that Ioana he used to know decades ago, everything about her felt different now: the way her voice sounded, the way she talked, the way she moved. He knew it was her, he knew who he was holding in his arms, yet she felt like a stranger to him. When he let go of her and took a step back she knew there was something wrong.

“What are you thinking about, Jardani?” she asked him, noticing his distant gaze and how his forehead scrunched, spoiling the fact that he was long gone in his thoughts.

“You.”

She giggled almost without making a single sound, he just noticed how her chest moved up and down. His eyes were scanning her whole body, looking at all her features and for the first time he saw a woman in her. One thing that caught his eye was the slim velvet ribbon in a shade similar to the one her lips were painted with, that she had tied around her neck; she never wore any necklace, not even the one he gave her one time as a birthday gift.

“What about me?”

“There is something-” he swallowed down the gulp that already formed in his throat and took a deep breath so he could continue, “You’re not the Ioana I knew, you’re not maja kachanaja. They showed me…” his voice broke a little and she noticed that his clenched fists were shaking slightly, “they showed me pictures of your dead body in a pool of blood. And now you’re standing in front of me...”

“I can’t talk with you in the open about what happened that night.”

“Yes, of course, more secrets, like The Director didn’t had enough of them for us” he leaned to pick up his bags, but she cupped his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Ioana tasted like the variety of forest fruits, John could name all of them: strawberries, raspberries, dewberries, blueberries and blackberries.

She was like the angel’s kiss in spring and with it she reminded him that his life was missing only one piece to be whole again.

Her.

“Moj aniel” he breathed against her lips, brushing it with his thumb, her lipstick staining it with rogue imprint.

“I wish I could turn back time Jardani, I’m not an angel anymore... Check in, I will wait for you here.”

“You’re not leaving me again?” his eyes were sparkling with hope that this time she wouldn’t leave him.

“Not this time, Jardani.”

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Decode // Chapter Two, Seeing Red

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

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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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hhighkey · 6 months

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i have what i wanna write for ‘decode’ chapter 3 but it won’t just.. write i stare at it. ah!

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hhighkey · 6 months

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slut! by ts is so sabine and mihawk coded to me

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hhighkey · 6 months

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I'm loving your new series with mihawk,sabine is a character that the little I have seen ,we share some things ⭐️

Its my first time interacting with asks, but I wanted to tell you how much I liked it

🌞anon

omg thank u!! i appreciate it❤️❤️ i get nervous sharing my OC’s on tumblr so hope she continues to be well received

i’m also very open to any ideas anyone has they wanna see in the fic bc i’m a chronic writer’s block author

#anon #ask #hhighkey decode #hhighkey’s decode

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hhighkey · 7 months

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Decode // Background

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

note, here’s the background/intro! since mihawk won the poll! (cross posted on other sites as well)

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I. Fifteen years old when she was ripped from her mother's arms as she was dragged away. Her father stood motionless in the corner with a bag of money in hand, not enough to pay for the three of them. The pirates laughed. Laughed how he wasn't man enough to take his wife's place, to leave a young lady without a mother. How young Sabine cried and screamed, wallowed as she fallowed them outside. No pleas to them nor the Father would be heard as her mother was thrown to the ground. The woman yelling at her daughter to look away. Pop. An incessant ringing deafened her as she dropped to her knees, eye sight blurry on the limp body of her mother. A pat on her head. Pirate's cruel laughter reverberating through the air as her life came crashing down.

Not long after did Sabine find herself on a big boat with luggage at her side. A nervous bubbling in her stomach made her feel sick, knowing where her father was pushing her off to. The Monastery was beautiful- large and expansive old castle with dimmed white bricks. Ivy climbing the walls and up kept gardens littered all about. While faith had been all she had to for years- she accepted her temporary vows with disdain in her blood as doubt pricked her mind.

II. Eight long years passed, and she'd yet to give herself to the Father- to take her permanent vows. The judging glances and murmurs burned, on how she still adorned the white veil after so many years of service.

Service. Her faith wavered. Rosary clutched in hand as the winds shrieked through the shattered stained glass of the church's nave. Pews splintered and smashed against walls. Flickering candles around her. Tears streamed her cheeks as the ghastly figure stalked around her as she chanted prayer after prayer. Her body shook. Chills up and down her spine. Red stained the tiled floors of the bishop she'd arrived with. Alone. Scared. Only a light guiding her as she rehearsed everything she remembered. Its black eyes and cursed lips screamed as it dissolved and churned. The small music box vibrated as the raven colored smoke succumbed to the words of the Father. Blood trickled from Sabine's eyes as she heaved, palms on the floor covered in broken glass that left her with bloodied cuts.

III. Every night was the same. Her sisters gathered around her shaking her calling her name, telling her it was okay as she screamed and writhed. The same figure haunted her dreams. Sabine eventually found the strength to request leave- a sabbatical- so there she sat in a cardinal's office with her plea. And it was heard. How her community looked up to her with awe that an un-vowed nun could keep such a demon at bay- that it made sense how she needed time. But Sabine needed to breathe. She needed out from monastery to experience a life she once had before her mother's death. Yearned for seeing girls her age laughing and drinking, wearing dresses she only dreamed to own, dreamed of marriage to someone who loved her. For faith saw her through and she thanked Him everyday but, she could serve him as herself. Not with the restrictions. This sabbatical she prayed would show her what she truly wanted.

IV. Gecko Island took longer to reach than she'd have expected. But Syrup Village made it worthwhile. The bustling town, the fresh air- the knowing that she had all the time in the world ahead of her (a year really). A chance to start anew to learn her heart's desire. Sabine felt lighter without her habit on and without the eyes that always stared at a young nun passing through a town. As if she was a two headed monster. A cool breeze fluttered her hair as a yelling carried within ear shot, "Pirates are coming!"

V. "You should join my crew, find the answers to your doubts. Maybe along the way realize you have a dream whether it be with those church people, with us or.. I don't know!" At first she laughed. Her- a pirate? Pirates changed her life for the worse so it'd been a ridiculous thing for Luffy to say. Yet she saw what they did for Kaya and she wondered, maybe pirates could change her life for better, or maybe she was desperate. With six months left on her sabbatical and Luffy's oath to bring her back to the monastery in time, Sabine felt genuine excitement for the first time in years as she'd board the Going Merry.

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01. all around me― flyleaf 02. lacy― olivia rodrigo 03. like a prayer― madonna 04. slut!― taylor swift 05. roslyn― st vincent & bon iver 06. i caught myself― paramore 07. judas― lady gaga 08. holy (til you let me go)― rina sawayama 09. turning page― sleeping at last

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posted : oct 14 2023

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