#lionne clothing
Text
AAAAHHHHSKFNN^^;?[@^ I FINISHED A CHAPTER GUYS
Literally so relieved.
Also made a shiny aesthetic thingy for the fic
So shiny
OPLA!Mihawk x OC
Previous Chapter Link
Next Chapter Link
Chapter 1 Link
Chapter 4: Parting Ways
Word Count: 3.2k
Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something
After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.
"What are you doing?"
Gritting her teeth, Karimi only kept stuffing clothes into her bag. She didn't have much anymore, only the few meager belongings she had managed to rescue from her sloop before it descended to the bottom of the ocean barely a week earlier. She ignored Nami's question, not turning her head.
"Wh—wait, are you leaving?" she asked in alarm—and with more than just a hint of anger. "Now?"
"I said from the start this was temporary," Karimi pointed out
"So did I," said Nami coolly. Karimi could practically hear the glare that Nami no doubt had fixed on the back of her head. "And I seem to remember you giving me and entire speech about it last night."
"Yes, well. Unfortunate as that is." She pulled her satchel over her shoulder. "My chariot awaits, and my pilot isn't exactly known for his patience."
Nami all but gawked at Karimi when she turned Round, her arms hanging limp at her sides, eyes widened in total disbelief. "You can't be serio—him?" she demanded, gesturing in the direction where Zoro's disastrous duel with the Warlord had taken place in front of the Baratie. Karimi gave a short jerk of her head, pushing past Nami. "He almost killed Zoro and you—"
"I made a deal," she said through her teeth. "Unfortunately I failed to specify how alive he should leave Zoro."
"You...made a deal with him?" Karimi hummed in affirmation. "That—when you were talking to him last night—" She just hummed again, a little more impatiently; she had intended to leave the ship without anyone noticing, leave behind a quickly penned note of goodbye and apology with no details at all about where she was going to avoid anyone attempting to follow, and be done with it. She didn't do well with emotional goodbyes, and the last thing she needed was Luffy making the same stupid decision as Zoro in some harebrained attempt to save her from her own botched deal.
"What kind of deal?" Nami asked as theg stood at the railing if the main deck, and Karimi sighed, shaking her head. "What kind of—"
"I have to work for him for a year," she said shortly. "No pay. Handle World Government favors and contracts he can't be arsed to deal with himself."
"You...a year?" And Nami was gawking at her all over again, shaking her head. "That's—are you out of your mind? You saw what he did, he's—he's a damned monster, you might not even survive a year—"
"I can handle myself. And I really don't want to see any of you die," she interrupted. "Especially not over something as stupid as—that," she said, gesturing toward the cabin where Zoro was unconscious and barely clinging to the realm of the living. "You've all got dreams. I...don't. I don't think a year of my time is that big of a price to pay, personally."
"You said you were looking for someone." Karimi cringed a little at that, closing her eyes with a sigh. She had mentioned it in passing in front of Luffy, and he had yet to cease in asking her who it was. Of course everyone else on the ship knew by now. "That it had something to do with the contract you took from Buggy to steal the Grand Line map."
"And I'm still capable of keeping an ear out for information regardless of who I happen. To be working with or for," he said simply. "And it hardly counts as a dream. It's something I have to do."
"You think that bastard's going care about that?" said Nami.
Karimi looked over her shoulder and fixed her eyes on Nami's. "Probably no more than Arlong cares about you saving your village." It was a low blow, for sure—but Nami silenced at the counter immediately. "And has it stopped you?" She turned around fully, leaning back against the railing, her dark green eyes scanning Nami's face as the younger woman glared at her defiantly for a moment...and then crossed her arms with a scoff and rolled her eyes.
"Alright, fine," she said shortly. "And I guess you don't want the guys to know anything, right?"
Karimi rolled her eyes a little herself, digging in one of the pockets of her cargo shorts. She produced from it a folded piece of paper on which she had quickly penned her short, vague letter of farewell before Nami caught her packing, and held it out.
Then briefly pulled it back when Nami reached for it. "This," said Karimi, giving the paper a small shake, "is all I want them to know. I kept your secret." She pressed the note into Nami's palm. "I would appreciate it if you kept mine."
"Sure. Whatever." Nami tucked the note in her pocket without opening it or glancing at it. She met Karimi's gaze, and held out her arms in a shrug and let then fall heavily back to her sides. "So...what? Bye, I guess?"
Karimi frowned, shrugging one shoulder herself. "I'm not exactly good at this sort of thing," she said, her frown deepening, a crease forming between her brows. "Are we supposed to hug or something?"
Nami pursed her lips, clearly struggling for a long moment to keep a straight face—and then broke into a few quiet, chuckles, bringing her palm up to her face and shaking her head. "Yeah, I guess we're 'supposed to hug or something.'"
Karimi really hadn't said it entirely to be fecitious, to crack a dry joke—it was more than a bit awkward to wrap her arm around anyone, to feel anyone's arms around her. It had been a long time since she had, felt like practically a lifetime ago. The familiarity of it wasn't particularly comforting either—with it dawned a sense of mingling nostalgia and nausea in the pit of her stomach, and she was fairly quick to pull back and pat Nami's shoulder with a forced smile.
"I'm sure I'll be back again," she said—and she meant it, genuinely. Maybe it would be a long while from right now, but she wanted to see what might become of the crew, of her brief comrades.
"I'm not planning on staying much longer," said Nami. She swallowed, glancing back toward the cabins, and lowered her voice. "Arlong's not exactly known for his patience, either."
Karimi had no intention of trying to talk her out of it—there was no point. No point, and it would have been wildly hypocritical of her to do so. If Karimi could have had the chance to save her own village, she would have given anything.
But that was a lost a cause.
Still, she gave a small laugh.
"Doesn't mean you won't be back, too." Nami frowned at her as Karimi pulled her hand back, amd adjusted her satchel on her shoulder. "Our 'captain' might be an idealistic idiot, but I think he's got enough heart to make up for it. Don't you?"
Nami glanced back toward the cabins again, nd gave a little bit of a sigh. "I guess he does, she agreed, with a quiet laugh. She looked back at Karimi with the same half-hearted smile as the older girl took a few steps back. "Just...be careful."
"Always," said Karimi, tipping her tricorne a bit as she started the descent toward the docks. She stopped briefly, and added, "You too."
Nami gave her a short nod. A small but genuine smile. Karimi returned both without any hesitation.
Out of everyone aboard the Going Merry, and in the days before they acquired the ship, Karimi had found Nami to be the most difficult to get to know, to even get along with, making it clear from the start that she didn't trust the green-haired girl or her story that she was essentially a prisoner of the Buggy Pirates herself. Karimi understood full well her reasoning now—it was much the same as Karimi's for avoiding familiarity with others. It was easier to remain solitary than risk losing anyone else.
Zoro hadn't really cared one way or the other whether she tagged along with them, but Luffy had been a different story. As soon as Karimi had asked about his hat and told him she had sailed with the Red-Hair pirates, the young self-proclaimed captain had all but glued himself to her side, questioning her about them constantly, reveling in stories of the infamous crew and her time on the East Blue and Grand kine with them.
Reveling in stories of the greatest idol of his childhood, the captain of the crew he had begged years earlier to be a part of, who has gicwn up his own arm to save Luffy's life: Red-Haired Shanks.
Luffy's idol, nd for Karimi's first two years on the sea, her mentor.
She had thought Luffy'a eyes might pop right out of his head when she informed him of what Shanks's bounty had been when she parted ways from their crew six years ago—well over two billion berries.
"Two billion.... Wow." And he grinned ear to ear where he sat near the stern of the boat that night after their fight with the Buggy Pirates. He reclined back and laid down right in the deck, tucking his hands behind his head. "I can't *wait* to get a bounty." Karimi lifted an eyebrow row at that, glancing over her shoulder from where she leaned against the railing at the port side of the tiny sloop—honestly far two small for four people.
"You...want a bounty," she said slowly, a smirk beginning to curve the corner of her own lips. "You want Marines chasing you everywhere you go? Not to mention other pirates. Bounty hunters." She half-nodded toward the hammock where Zoro was sleeping.
"Well, yeah, that's half the fun of it," he said, as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, that Boggy guy had a bounty, and we beat him, right? Pirates are supposed to have bounties." He tilted his head to the side a little, frowning up at the night sky. "It's like a..."
"Right of passage?" she offered, growing more amused by the minute.
"Exactly!" he said, pointing at Karimi, and she couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Can't be King of the Pirates if I never even get a bounty."
"No, I guess you couldn't," she said, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice. "Still..." she turned around, leaning back against the railing, her elbows propped up against it. "You've already got one hell of a right of passage. It's sitting on your head right now." Luffy looked over at her with childlike curiosity, placing his hand atop his straw hat. "You said Shanks told you it was his greatest treasure. One of the most infamous pirates in the entire world entrusted you with his most valuable possession." His eyes widened a little as that sunk in properly. "Bounty or no bounty, people are going to notice. Buggy noticed. He won't be the only one."
"Yeah..." He laughed a little, and then he laughed a bit more, sitting straight up again. "And he had a bounty of fifteen million berries and he recognized it. That's got to be—wait, do you have a bounty?" he asked curiously. "You said just about everyone on Shanks's crew had one. And you said you were a mercenary for six years, you have to have one, right?"
"Nope," she said, smiling. She had only been with the Red-Hairs for two years, give or take a month, and as a thief on the crew she had always been discreet, able to keep off the Marines' radar. It didn't hurt either that Shanks, due in no small part to his history with her father, had been particularly protective of her. "I've...made a point of avoiding familiarity with Marines over the years," she went on after a moment. "Not really interested in being a wanted woman."
His frown only deepened at that. "But...you're a purate," he said, tilting his head in a manner not dissimilar to that of a puppy hearing a strange new sound for the first time. "Pirates always end up with bounties."
"Mercenary," she corrected with a sigh, shaking her head. "Who...also usually end up with bounties," she allowed. "But I'm careful. I have to be careful traveling alone."
Luffy's frown only deepened at that. "Sounds boring."
Karimi gave a snort and rolled her eyes. "Oh, yes," she said, her tone drenched in sarcasm as she lowered herself to sit down across from him, "how terribly boring it has been working with dozens of different crews for the past six years and making loads of money and potential allies..."
"I mean the traveling alone thing," he said. He rested his chin on his palm, his elbow on one of hisbknees. "You were with the Red Hair Pirates for two years, why didn't you just stay with them?"
In truth, Karimi still asked herself that question sometimes. It had been two of the best, two of the happiest years of her life since the massacre at Conch Cove. She had thought about staying with them. It had been all too much like having a family, a community, for the first time since she had lost hers.
But her goal was too personal to share with anyone else, to weigh anyone else down with. Even now she felt like she was practically searching for a ghost, trying to find her father. To find why he had disappeared nine years ago, where he and his entire crew had gone.
Whether he was even still alive or not—and if he was, to be able to tell him the truth of what had happened. The truth of the atrocity that she and she alone had survived a decade ago.
Karimi descended onto the docks, shielding her eyes with one hand as she looked around at the ships docked around the restaurant—other patrons who had remained there overnight, new ships arriving as Baratie prepared to open for the day. Karimi knew the vessel she was looking for; she had never seen it in person, but she had heard of it, mentioned in passing once or twice during her time with the Red Hair Pirates before she set out on her own at eighteen.
A small craft with black sails, shaped like a coffin, with a seat that resembled a throne. She had sincerely thought the description to be an exaggeration, until she caught a glimpse of the boat.
It was docked far back away from any other vessel, it's only prominent features being a pair of green flames at the port and starboard, the central mast that was clearly modeled after the black blade carried by its owner—and the throne-like seat, where the warlord was seated, leaned to the side, his elbow propped against one arm rest and his fist at his temple, eyes closed.
Karimi heaved a sigh as she started down the docks to approach the ship. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Shanks and his crew were among the most powerful and notorious pirates in the world, and she had more than enjoyed her time with them.
Yet she still really couldn't get over the sheer gaudiness boat.
"How quaint," she mumbled under her breath dryly as she neared the small vessel, her eyes scanning over it.
Evidently his ears were as sharp as his gaze, for Mihawk cracked an eye open the moment the sarcastic quip slipped quietly from her lips. She stopped in her tracks as his eyes became level with hers, not adjusting from his leisurely posture. "If the accommodations aren't to your liking, you are welcome to swim." He closed his eyes again, and added just as dryly, "Oh, that's right. You can't."
Karimi rolled her eyes a little—no, she wasn't getting her hopes up that a single minute of this arrangement she had gone and gotten herself trapped in would be enjoyable.
"Permission to board," she droned after a long moment.
"Granted," he replied shortly.
He did open his eyes again when she tossed her bag aboard and it landed with a muffled sort of flump a few feet behind him on the starboard side, glancing at her as she stepped across the short gap between the dock and Hitsugibune without any further hesitation. Mihawk still wondered whether her nerve the previous night had simply been a mere symptom of her inebriated state. Now, however, she seemed completely sober as she leaned to the side against the railing, raising a hand just over the green flame at the starboard torch and frowning.
"Copper, I'm guessing?" she said, drawing her hand back and rolling her eyes with a scoff. "Quite the aesthetic you have going here."
She took a seat on the deck, tucking her hands behind her neck and reclining back against the railing, shutting her eyes.
"So where to, Captain Edge-Lord?"
The slight smirk on the girl's face indicated that her sass definitely wasn't limited to excessive alcohol consumption. Mihawk chose to ignore it for now—her ability to follow orders was more important at the present. There would be plenty of time to deal with her insubordination later.
"Once you have gotten us clear of the docks," he said sharply, his eyes scanning over her, "we will head due north-east, toward Syrup Village."
She opened her eyes at that, meeting his eyes without any sign of hesitation. "Syrup Village?" she said, frowning. "Not really much there."
"Toward Syrup Village," he repeated. Her eyes widened the slightest bit as his meaning seemed to sink in—evidently she was aware of exactly what, or *who*, might be near Syrup Village. "I need to have a word with Vice Admiral Garp. You will get us there. I'm sure you're capable navigating, considering your 'six years experience as a mercenary.'"
"I don't do Marines."
Mihawk quirked an eyebrow at her sudden and blatant protest; at the clear reluctance, nigh fear that dawned in her eyes. This was different from the attitude she had already presented toward him. She showed no fear in his presence, but the suggestion of sailing toward a ship full of Marines had clearly set her on edge in an instant.
That was interesting.
But there was plenty of time to unravel the reasons behind it. She had, after all, pledged to serve him for an entire year. Right now, the most important matter at hand was getting to Garp—and finding out why the man had thought it appropriate to send him after his damned grandson. Mihawk scanned over her once more as she sat on the small deck of the vessel, before meeting her defiant gaze.
"You do what I tell you, and you will do so without question," he said firmly. He shifted back in his seat, closing his own eyes again. "Due north east. I'd prefer to get this meeting over with quickly."
Next chapter link again for your convenience
#opla#one piece#dracule mihawk#mihawk#mihawk opla#mihawk one piece#one piece fanfiction#opla fanfiction#mihawk x oc
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
Flo Milli at the Lionne Clothing Show, NYFW 2022
29 notes
·
View notes
Note
Lauren's linkin says she partner at that company in her bio. I thought it was just her and that other girl and calling it a company but it legit has like 12 employees. Shes basically self employed and can work remotely I guess. I know for a minute she was doing a lot for lionne clothing as rep/organizing whatever she does. she must be doing well because she drives a mercedes and bought kae the christiandior travel canvas tote
So basically she’s her own boss, she could never be this flexible if she was working for someone
0 notes
Text
#lionne clothing#blackprincessenergy#blackprincesssociety#black femininity#black women#black women in luxury#dark skinned black women#dark femininity#dark skin femininity#black designers#black owned brand#black owned#buy black#pink#silk#rose quartz#dress#the black princess society#black princess energy#dark skin women#dark skin model
504 notes
·
View notes
Text
#illmaticbaddie#model#lionne clothing#black women in luxury#black girls in luxury#luxury#baddie#black women#glam#glamour#bombshell#style#fashion#make up#hair#grey#black#street style#streetwear
316 notes
·
View notes
Photo
lionneclothing Eat Diamonds for breakfast and shine all day! Introducing the ”Rock Candy” dress...
298 notes
·
View notes
Photo
i love this fucking bitch
#kipcha lionne#babbu#tbh i know she's in the standard noob clothes but this shirt is very her#just give her pants please
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@hestorment said : “ i’ve got you , you’re safe . ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 . her body does not feel like her own . it is a vacant space , now . in more ways than one . a shell . empty . her shock response takes precedence , she is numb before she can recognize that she feels broken . françoise insists that diana be given privacy while the linens are changed & she is dressed . she is grateful . for a moment , at least , she does not need to meet his gaze . she cannot .
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄
your fault , her insecurities scream , though rational thought fights for dominance . diana bishop - where is your family ? death follows you closely . diana bishop - THIS IS YOUR PENANCE . she had begged the goddess for matthew’s life . she had offered her anything . was this to be the payment ? she had seen his heartbreak , and somehow it had magnified her own . it was as if she had dangled a dream in front of his face , and in an instant , taken it away . she had hung the stars just out of his grasp - a glimmering twilight of possibility before the blue - black of oblivion. he will blame you .
she is settled back into bed , a cloth pressed to her forehead . it is only now that she recognizes the tracks of tears on her own cheeks . françoise can restrain her husband no longer , and it feels as though the door is ripped off of its hinges . diana can feel his eyes on her , but she cannot meet his gaze . she hears his familiar ‘ diana , my darling , ma lionne - - mon coeur.’ each refrain getting decidedly more french . she stiffens - how can she feel so stiff and still be trembling ? how can she MOURN something that was never really hers ? fingertips angle her chin towards what ought to be a comforting presence . she feels lips touch her forehead , her temple , the crown of her head . she wants to close her eyes and float away , rock into the grief with him , but all she can imagine is the TERROR of doing so . the terror of undoing .
she imagines a rusty link somehow forming in the previously impermeable chain that binds them together . she imagines the rust taking root , and somehow spreading : root turning to ROT . she cannot lose him. loving matthew is not her whole life , but matthew anchors her to the world in a way she has never understood . she cannot lose. they cannot bear to lose . lose . lose . lose .
❛❛ i’m so sorry . ❜❜ she cannot control it now , her eyes close . her tears course steadily down her cheeks . he reaches for her , but she pulls away . for her tears slowly begin to coat the bedframe , the fourposter , the floorboards . indoor drizzle turns to deluge , immediately soaking her skin . witchwater . ❛❛ i’m so sorry . ❜❜ she calls out , over the roar of rain she cannot control . she waits for it to take her . it nearly did , once .
arms find her instead . they brave the storm , encircle her . “ i’ve got you , you’re safe . ” the downpour continues , and outside , the london skies open up in response . rain in the blackfriars in december . he holds her until the storm subsides . until he can pull wet tendrils away from her face . until she can finally look him in the eye . his arms remain tight around her . she knows he is grieving , and knows , too , that in this moment he has CHOSEN her. he chooses to be brave enough for the both of them , just as she will have the opportunity to return the favor .
❛❛ tout mon coeur pour toute ma vie ❜❜ it is all she can think to say .
#grief tw#miscarriage tw#fertility tw#pregnancy tw#hestorment#╰ ✵ ❝ i love all of you . dark and light . ┈ ⟨ matthew and diana . ⟩
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Since nobody asked and I do what I want, here’s the rest of team FERN!
Here’s the picrew I used for them:))
Name: Enya Lionne
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Aura: Red
Semblance: Can track and read a persons true intent and feelings by the scent of their aura (tl:dr she’s like a smell-powered tracker/lie detector)
Faunus trait: Lion paws and fangs
Home: Has lived on Menagerie with her older brothers all her life
Likes: Dancing, Making perfume, curry with rice, pretty gemstones, Fern
Dislikes: The smell of blood, water (she can shower obviously, she just hates swimming), coconut, having to cut her claws
Weapon: gauntlets with daggers on them named Puissance and Fierté
Name: Rosa Clementine
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Aura: Yellow
Semblance: Can create small tremors by stomping her feet
Faunus trait: Buffalo horns
Home: Used to live in Vacuo but moved to Menagerie when she was around 10
Likes: Her girlfriend Nadia, frogs, small, cute things, makeup, steamed buns
Dislikes: Being tall, people staring at her, being the center of attention, wasps
Weapon: A dust powered hammer named Mercalli
Name: Nadia Nabu
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Aura: Turquoise
Semblance: Her eyes can zoom in on and enhance objects, like a camera lens
Faunus trait: Frog hands, webbed fingers and all
Home: Born and bred on Menagerie
Likes: Her girlfriend Rosa, designing clothes, photography, blueberries
Dislikes: Fern, people thinking that she and Fern are related (they are not), the fact that Fern somehow became team leader, artificially sweetened candy, having no control over a situation, losing (yup, another competitive person)
Weapon: A sniper rifle-spear called Rain
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Get to Know Me!
Last night, I was hyper and bored and saw this in a tag. Naturally, I stole it.
name: Caitlin.
nickname: Cait.
gender: Female.
star sign: Cancer.
height: 5'.
sexuality: Straight.
dream trip: Spain. Paris. California. I want to go back to London. Italy, too. Dammit, just let me travel.
average hours of sleep: Seven, lately. I’ve been making it a point to try and sleep more than five hours while I can.
why i made a tumblr: My old friend Alexa told me to.
dog or cat person: I do love both, but I feel like I'd be more likely to get a dog, since my mom is allergic to cats.
when i made my blog: In 2008. I can't recall the exact date, right now.
followers: Over 2,700. And I don’t understand how, but thank you all. ❤️
reason[s] for my url: "You showed such strength, ma lionne" is a line from A Discovery of Witches. I love Matthew, and him and Diana together. I love lions. Seemed fitting. malionne, singular, was already taken, so I had to settle for the plural.
— 5 things you'll find in my room:
Perfume.
Bed (obviously), with pillows galore.
The few books I still have.
Laundry hamper.
TV.
— 5 things that make me happy:
Tea.
Reading and writing.
When people I like are working on new things or just doing things that make them happy. (!!!!!!!)
Waking up to a bunch of texts/messages (seriously; I love having things to read when I first wake up).
Plotting new stories and coming up with ideas for existing ones in the process. Plotting in general is so much fun.
— 5 things i'm currently into:
Iced coffee, now that it’s warming up.
Starting drabbles and not finishing them... ☺️
Memes.
Chocolate chip cookies. I’ve been craving them more and more, lately.
Oatmeal for breakfast.
— 5 things on my to do list:
Hang up this week's clothes.
Get some things together for my part time.
I should fill up the queue for @bnbrns ... but we’ll see.
Try to work on some prompts.
Catch up on all the reading that’s been waiting for me.
Tagging: @heatherlisinski @afterthenovels @markcampbells @something-tofightfor @the-blind-assassin-12 @its-my-little-dumpster-fire @suchatinyinfinity and anyone else who’d like to do this, too!
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
I did another chapter!!
Ooooh this whole productivity thing is so wonderful. sighhh
And awaaaay we goo—
OPLA!Mihawk x OC
Previous Chapter Link
Next Chapter Link
Chapter 1 Link
Chapter 5: Eavesdropping
Word Count: 3.7k
Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something
After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.
All remained still and silent aboard the small vessel for a long, tense moment—and then Mihawk heard the girl sigh, heard a shift in the fabric of her clothing as she stood, the heavy footfalls of her boots as she set to undocking the boat. That was decidedly better, even if she was making a show of it. He listened in silence for several seconds, and she worked without saying a word, though clearly being aggressive in her movements and actions with the intention of conveying her agitation.
He only spoke up when he heard her raise the sail.
“I suppose you must have a name?”
She gave a snort from somewhere behind him as she steered the vessel slowly away from the dock. “How gentlemanly,” she said coolly. “Order me around and then ask if I have a name.”
“I do think it appropriate that I know the name of my servant.”
“Oh, servant,” she said, clearly taking offense. “I personally prefer ‘employee.’ Unpaid or not, I am essentially working off a debt.”
“Indentured servant, then.” He found himself smirking the slightest bit at the noise of disgust she made at that.
“Because that sounds so much better,” she grumbled under her breath. Then, with a resigned sigh, she spoke up, her voice still laced with sarcasm. “Well then, Karimi Lionne, at your service, sir.” Lionne. Something about that name struck him familiar for a moment—but it was fleeting enough for him to let it go for the time. “Shall we draw up a formal contract? It is a business arrangement.”
Mihawk gave a quiet hum, his mouth turning down in a thoughtful from. Sarcasm aside, that wasn’t the worst idea. It would ensure that she couldn’t find some loophole that would allow her to bolt before her time was up. “Fine,” he said finally. He shifted in his seat, looking over his shoulder at her, around the back of his seat, as she peered down at a compass and adjusted the position of the sails. “We will. Once I’ve concluded my business with Vice Admiral Garp, we will make port at Syrup Village. I’m sure there’s a tavern with a private parlor or inn that could be made use of for the task.”
“There is,” she said. “Saw one or two while I was there with…” She jerked her head toward the ship she had just left. “There we are…” she added, glancing from her compass to the horizon ahead, toward the haze of heavy fog spread out across the ocean before them. “Due north-east.” And with that, she took a seat on the deck once more and leaned back against the railing, laying her head back and tilting her hat down over her green eyes. “Only took us a few hours to get from Syrup Village to Baratie. As long as the wind holds we should be nearing the docks around noon.”
It was clearly no lie that she had some degree of experience sailing. That was somewhat reassuring. Though she claimed to have been working as a mercenary for six years, Mihawk had certainly never heard of her; though perhaps that wasn’t too great a surprise, if she had spent that stretch of time operating solely in the East Blue. It had been quite some time since the warlord had left the Grand Line. Still, she appeared quite young to be as seasoned as she claimed, even if her work had been solely in the calmest of the four Blue seas. His eyes scanned over her briefly.
“Exactly how old are you?”
“Twenty-four,” she said shortly, clearly intent on not being disturbed—though that wasn’t exactly her choice.
“Twenty-four,” he repeated slowly, his eyes scanning over her. He scoffed a little. She looked younger, but he would give her the benefit of the doubt for now; a great deal of that had simply to do with her small stature alone. “You’ve been working as a mercenary since you were eighteen and haven’t acquired a bounty?”
“I don’t take jobs that involve Marines or the World Government,” she said, her tone just as short, not bothering to lift her tattered tricorne from over her eyes. “I don’t bother them, they don’t bother me.”
“And yet you planned to steal a map of the Grand Line from the base in Shell’s Town.” Karimi gave a short sigh at that accusation, and didn’t bother asking how he was aware of it—she didn’t even bother using her devil fruit powers. There was no doubt that Usopp had blabbed the vast majority of what he knew of the entire crew’s personal business amid his drunken ramblings at Baratie. “That’s quite the abrupt change of heart.”
“It is,” she agreed. She hadn’t even really wanted to accept the job, but the offer had been too great to refuse—Buggy had claimed to have information on her father, information that he wasn’t calling to the forefront of his mind because he had heard about her devil fruit powers from other crews she had worked with. She had been able to ascertain one thing from the clown captain’s passing thoughts—that he had, at one point in time or other, known both her father and Red-Haired Shanks personally. She shook her head a little. “Special circumstances. Some things are worth more than money.”
“And what is it you’re seeking, then?” The warlord’s tone remained a bit bored, and particularly haughty…but she could hear some degree of genuine interest dawning in it. “Six years avoiding Marines and then you’re willing to dive headlong into one of their bases? Sounds like the reward must have been quite valuable.”
“Yes, well, it turned out he was lying, anyway,” she said, dodging the first half of the question; that was her business and her business alone. She stretched out her legs across the deck, tucking her hands behind her neck. “I’d probably have killed him if Luffy hadn’t insisted on taking pity. Just toss the bastard one piece at a time into the ocean and watch him sink.” She sighed slowly. “Might have done anyway if I hadn’t needed transportation.”
He was quiet for a long moment at that, before giving a thoughtful hum. “You at least sound the part of a hired gun—or blade,” he commented —and left it at that, leaving Karimi for the time in peace and silence, broken only by the sound of the sails fluttering and the waves rolling around the sides of the small craft.
Karimi lifted her hat every now and again to check her compass; stood once or twice to make small adjustments to their direction. There were no visible landmarks amid the thick fogbank, and for them to veer off course for any amount of time could double the length what should have been a relatively brief journey. She was well aware of Mihawk keeping watch on her from the corner of his sharp gaze, no doubt silently assessing her abilities. There hadn’t yet been any formal contract written or signed. Until it was in writing, the man could go back on his word at his whim and either finish what he had started with Zoro, or simply do away with her if she didn’t seem she would be of any use to him. She had to be careful in that respect, to ensure that he could see she knew what she was doing.
At worst, he could leave her with the Marines aboard the ship they were heading toward, and the thought of that made her stomach churn and a chill creep through her whole body.
Time seemed to drag on in the seemingly endless expanse of fog—when they finally emerged, the sun was nearly at high noon, and Vice Admiral Garp’s ship was clear as day against the backdrop of Syrup village, anchored not far from the islands. The closer they drew Hitsugibune to the much larger vessel, the more tense Karimi seemed to grow. As much as Mihawk would have loved to see how the girl would react to being made to board the ship, to see if she could keep her wits and resolve about her, now wasn’t the time. It wouldn’t do for any Marines, much less a vice admiral, to know he was even considering taking any sort of associate.
So as he tethered the craft off to the Marine ship himself, he glanced down at the girl where she leaned against the side of the deck, staring out toward Syrup Village.
“You will remain here.” She lifted her eyebrows at that, glancing toward him and meeting his eyes. “You will remain silent. I would also like you to utilize your…unique abilities for the purpose of reconnaissance. I wish to know what the hell was going through the vice admiral’s head when he saw fit to send me on this farce of a mission.”
“I’ll be able to hear your thoughts, too,” she said, eyebrows still raised, and he lifted his own.
“Is that a threat?” he said slowly—and you scoffed.
“No, it’s how it works,” she said, resting her hands at the railing behind her, pulling herself up to sit upon it. “I can’t just turn it on and off for individual people. It’s either everyone or no one.”
Mihawk observed her for a moment, trying to decide whether she was being truthful or not. Finally he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Then keep it off. But that will be something I expect you to work on. Any ability can be honed and sharpened. Yours are no exception.”
She gave a lazy sort of salute. “Can do.”
For as smart as her mouth was, she at least seemed compliant at taking instruction. That, if nothing else, went in her favor.
“Remain here, remain silent,” he repeated once more, before boarding the Marine vessel.
Karimi did as she was told, taking a seat on the deck at the opposite side of the craft against the side of the throne at its center, obscuring her from anyone that might glance over the edge of the Marines’ ship and notice Hitsugibune. Still, silent, out of sight; she was sure that stealth had played a great deal in her avoiding accruing a bounty over the past half a decade, as it went hand in hand with the set of abilities she was typically sought after for.
But she did do one thing she had been told not to—she closed her eyes, expelling a deep sigh, and released the barrier of her haki.
She clenched her eyes shut a bit tighter; the chatter of the more than fifty Marines aboard the massive ship was almost deafening at first. There were only two voices that she would recognize among them, and she quickly found Mihawk’s. They were moored as close as they could be to the Vice Admiral’s own cabin, and he was able to enter without any notice. Lay his sword across the desk and sink back into the chair there, propping his feet up.
Waiting, eyes glued to the door, sure that Garp would be around before long.
And Karimi found Garp’s voice relatively nearby, on the quarterdeck with a young cadet named Koby that he seemed to have taken under his wing—the cadet Luffy had saved from servitude aboard a pirate ship and accompanied to Marine Town.
And Garp was aware of it. Now that was interesting.
Garp’s mind briefly went silent as he and Koby stopped just inside the double doors of his cabin and caught sight of Mihawk.
“Mihawk,” he said after a moment. He paused a moment, his thoughts a bit of a jumbled swirl, before choosing to respond to the surprise with sarcasm. “Nice of you to announce yourself.”
“I thought this was a conversation we might have privately.”
Garp didn’t take his eyes off of Mihawk for a single moment, even as he addressed Koby behind him.
“Dismissed, cadet.”
“Aye, sir.”
And Koby did leave, pulling the double doors shut behind them…but in his curiosity, he lingered, crouched behind the door. Listening—terrified, but resolute in his intent on learning more, on learning exactly why a Vice Admiral, a man with Garp’s standing and authority, was so bent on bringing someone like Luffy to justice. Karimi found herself distracted by the young cadet’s thoughts for a moment, his torn opinions over Luffy; a pirate, yes, and therefore his enemy…but at the same time, his friend, who had saved him from a life under the thumb of Captain Alvida’s cruelty.
“So where is he? Where’s Luffy?” asked Garp after a brief pause.
“At the moment, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“I decided to let him go.” Karimi did her best to keep her attention trained on Garp—little as she liked the warlord, Mihawk had expressed clear disapproval at the idea of having her listen in on his thoughts. It was an invasion of privacy that she wouldn’t have wanted directed on her, and she preferred to extend the courtesy to anyone who found the idea of it uncomfortable.
Garp definitely wasn’t pleased with the audacity of the warlord, showing up in his cabin unannounced, sitting behind his desk as if he owned the place.
“I specifically told you to bring him to me.”
“Come now, Vice Admiral. I don’t take orders.” And Mihawk’s condescending tone was doing nothing to stay the growing anger of the Marine. “Not even from the likes of you.”
“As one of the Seven Warlords, you serve at the pleasure of the World Government. Without our immunity—”
“I would still do precisely what I want. No more and no less. And what I want is to see what becomes of that young man when he enters the Grand Line.”
Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, Garp just gave a scoff, shaking his head as Mihawk pulled his boots down from the desk and stood. He knew damned well that Mihawk wasn’t wrong. He knew that had there been any possibility of bringing the dangerous swordsman to justice, he would never have been offered a position among the seven warlords in the first place. Infuriating as it was, he was right.
“I won’t let that happen,” said Garp finally.
And yet there was a small voice, buried deep, that said he might let it happen. He might just let Luffy sail right by and head for the Grand Line. Karimi’s lips tugged down into a thoughtful frown at that.
“Then you have your work cut out for you, Vice-Admiral, because that boy is interesting.” Garp watched Mihawk lift his sword from the desk, securing it to his back again as he slowly approached the older man. “Who knows? Maybe your grandson will be the one to find the One Piece after all.”
The men exchanged a glare—though Garp was immediately wondering to himself how Mihawk had come to learn of his familial ties to Luffy.
And a thought struck him.
One single word—no, one single name.
One that had Karimi immediately focusing her haki again, her eyes flying open.
Her name. Her name had passed through Garp’s mind.
“Nope,” she said under her breath, swallowing, her heart suddenly racing a great deal faster. She had no doubt that Garp had seen her aboard the Merry during his attack. Little doubt that he might have recognized her as the fourteen year old girl he and his men had found amid the ruined wreckage of a small village on the Grand Line ten years ago, in the aftermath of a vicious attack by one of his own deeply unhinged comrades—
“No,” she said again, through her teeth, pushing the thought away before it could form, shoving the memory down somewhere dark and deep, somewhere that she intended for it to stay.
She had hoped that perhaps she might find something, might hear something that would increase her value in the eyes of her surly employer, but that was too much. Garp could let his thoughts return to that travesty, to the massacre of her home, her friends, her family, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, not even for a moment.
She remained still and silent as she heard Mihawk drop back down onto the deck of Hitsugibune. Remained hidden around the other side of the throne-like seat situated beneath the mast as he set the sails and sat down heavily again, crossing one of his ankles across his opposite leg. He leaned his elbow into the arm of the seat, glancing down at her.
“I take it no one noticed you?” Karimi shook her head. “Good.”
His tone was short, clearly no less pleased with the outcome of the brief meeting than Garp, and didn’t speak up again as the boat sailed toward the docks of Syrup Village.
Karimi, however, did—after several minutes of silence, not moving from where she was sitting, her arms crossed over her knees as she leaned back against the side of the throne, she forced out two quiet words.
“I listened.”
More silence, for several long seconds—and then an irritated sigh.
“And?”
“The cadet was eavesdropping.”
“Obviously,” he said.
“Friend of Luffy’s,” she went on.
“Seems the boy has managed to make quite a few in his brief stint as a ‘pirate,’” he commented, and gave a small scoff. “And is Garp aware of this?” She nodded shortly. There was another brief pause, and he sounded just a bit more intrigued when he spoke again. “How likely is this cadet to defect and side with his friend over his employer?”
Karimi shrugged a shoulder. “I was listening to Garp more than him. I…can hone in on one person at a time. It doesn’t entirely mute everyone else in the vicinity, but it muffles them a bit. Like listening to one person speak in a crowded room. I can still hear everyone else, but I can focus on one at a time.” He gave a brief, thoughtful hum. “The cadet’s name is Koby. From what I gathered he was aboard the ship of a pirate called Alvida as a cabin boy, and not of his own choosing. Luffy saved him, encouraged him to follow his dreams and enlist as a Marine. He still considers Luffy a friend but he has a strong sense of duty, which has led Garp to take him under his wing.”
“And Garp?” he asked. “What of his relationship with his grandson?”
Karimi shook her head, and laughed a little. “I briefly caught that he…might just let Luffy enter the Grand Line. He pushed the thought away pretty quickly, but it definitely crossed his mind.” She laid her head back, gazing up toward the few fluffy white clouds trailing across the cyan expanse of the sky overhead. “He’s an interesting kid.” A small laugh escaped her. “Has his own ideas of what a pirate’s supposed to be. He’s not in it for money or glory, he just wants the adventure. Live it a day at a time and encourage everyone around him to do the same. Just let go and follow your dreams. It’s sort of hard not to root for him.”
Perhaps she was pushing her luck a bit, but she turned her head enough to look back at Mihawk, from the corner of her vision, watching as he frowned thoughtfully himself.
“You said you wanted to see what happens when he enters the Grand Line,” she said. His eyes shifted down to her. “Why?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Were you not listening the entire time?” he said, a bit dryly.
She rolled her eyes away from his gaze. “You made clear you don’t want me listening to your thoughts. I did my best to tune them out and keep my focus on Garp.”
“Did you?” She hummed in affirmation. She tensed when she felt his hand brush her hair around behind her shoulder, drawing in a slow, deep breath as she steadied her nerves. “And why should I believe you, little bird?” he said, sounding amused at her claim.
Karimi swallowed, her gaze falling to her knees. “It’s your choice whether you do or not,” she said simply. “But if someone expresses that they prefer I not use my devil fruit power on them, I do my best not to. I appreciate my privacy and I respect the privacy of others. It’s why I trained in Armament Haki in the first place. I focus it here.” She lifted her hands and pressed the pads of her index fingers behind either of her ears, perhaps an inch above her earlobes. She then tilted her head, pulling her hat off and lifting her hair on one side to reveal the small, black circle there, barely a pinprick that could have been mistaken for a birthmark at a glance. “At two points, with a line drawn between them. Shuts it off entirely.”
“Hmm.” She swallowed again, closing her eyes as she felt his fingertip brush across the point, before shaking her hair back down over her shoulder and pulling her tricorne back onto her head. “And how exactly did you figure out that would work?”
“My grandmother did. Years ago.” She crossed her arms over her knees. “I just do what she did.”
Karimi’s tone was quickly becoming short again—it seemed her personal history might have been a source of discomfort for her. Mihawk frowned down at her, his brow furrowed thoughtfully. Perhaps she was telling the truth, and perhaps she wasn’t. Either way, the enigma of the young woman and her powers did have his interest piqued. She had garnered quite a bit of insight into Garp’s relationship with his grandson during an exchange that hadn’t lasted five minutes, and she was at least adept enough with haki to switch her own devil fruit abilities on and off at will.
At the least, she did have the makings of a useful tool—and at best, she could prove to be an incredibly powerful weapon. She had said it so herself only last night, when she laid out her offer of servitude.
There was no weapon more dangerous than information.
Next chapter link again, for your convenience
#opla#one piece#dracule mihawk#mihawk#mihawk opla#mihawk one piece#one piece fanfiction#opla fanfiction#mihawk x oc
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Flo Milli at the Lionne Clothing Show, NYFW 2022
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pokemon Fankid Week Day 5: Relationships/Romance
I’m a day late with no drawing again because Valentines day is hectic when you have a romantic partner and your mother was born on Valentines day!
Characters: Fiore Rosales (Contestshipping child) and Ione Primarie (Wishfulshipping daughter)
Summary: Ione pays an unexpected visit to her old friend Fiore in Lumiose City. There is a bit of tension in the air. Read under the cut!
Fiore was alone at the Yvonne household that warm spring afternoon. They were just relaxing in the penthouse kitchen, keeping an eye on the pokepuffs they were currently baking. Linonne was asleep at their feet, it was just a normal and relaxing day in Lumiose City. Or at least it was until the blissful silence was broken by a knock at the door. Linonne was now on high alert, she rushed straight to the front door, she could only run in a straight line after all. Lionne glared at the door while a slightly annoyed Fiore followed behind to see who was here. They looked out the peephole, it was hard to see but Fiore could tell the person standing there was one of their old traveling companions. When they opened the door just as they expected Ione was standing there, she was wearing loose-fitting clothing and had a suitcase behind her. Fiore was immediately a bit confused as Ione let herself in.
“Fiore! Long time no see!” Ione said cheerfully as she sat herself down in the living room. Linonne was frantically pacing in front of Fiore, she was keeping her guard up against the unexpected visitor.
“It has been a while… you didn’t tell me you were coming to Kalos,” Fiore said as they moved to sit in a recliner across from Ione.
“I didn’t expect it either, this was my first stop on a connecting flight that got pushed back a few hours. I thought I’d stop for a chit chat! You are close to the Lumiose Airport after all,” Ione said, she sounded like she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Where are you headed?” Fiore asked.
Ione’s expression faltered for a moment, she had hoped Fiore wouldn’t notice this but they did. They knit their brows and shot Ione a concerned look.
“I’m going to Onishima,” Ione admitted after a brief awkward pause.
“Are you going back to that place? To wait for Ja-”
“No. I’m actually going to compete in the league.” Ione bitterly cut her off.
The room fell silent. It wasn’t a tranquil silence however, the air was heavy between the two childhood friends and ex-travel companions.
“I know it was stupid of me… to go back to the place Jamie promised to meet me almost 5 years ago. After last year I originally decided I never even wanted to return to Onishima again… but Lyn told me in a call awhile ago that Jamie was going to actually compete in the league this year.”
“Really!?” Fiore almost choked on their surprise. “Doing the league challenge was never a goal of Jamie’s…”
“You’re right… I don’t know why he has chosen to compete this year but I decided this will be my best chance at closure. I need to bring an end to this one-sided rivalry once and for all by beating him.”
“But what if you lose?” Fiore asked. That question seemed innocent enough but once the words escaped their mouth Fiore realized how loaded that question was. A longer and heavier silence fell over the pair.
“Even if I lose… I need to face him in battle,” Ione let it out as a murmur, but Fiore made sure they didn’t miss her words. Another silence befell the pair.
A few minutes into this silence a timer went on in the kitchen. Fiore shot up and quickly headed towards the oven to take out their pokepuffs.
“I shouldn’t have dropped by so suddenly like this, you seem busy. I’ll get outta your hair now,” Ione stood up as she spoke and grabbed her suitcase. Fiore, after taking out the puffs and turning off the oven, ran over to the girl and put their arms out to stop her from leaving.
“Wait please don’t leave yet! I’m sorry I made things so awkward!” Ione apologized as they let their head drop down in shame. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you in person again, I want to speak with you some more if you don’t have to be back to the airport for a few hours…”
Fiore wiped their eyes before looking back up at Ione. “I’ve improved my baking skills thanks to Ms. Serena. Please at least stay for tea and some homemade pokepuffs.”
Ione who had seemed a little shaken before soon put a new smile on her face as she accepted Fiore’s offer. She practically threw herself back onto the couch as Fiore brought them Pokepuffs and milk tea.
Now that the uncomfortable conversation was the pair began to talk more naturally. They talked about all sorts of different things with delight in their tone. If you didn’t know these two and saw them conversing like this in a cafe you might not know they hadn’t seen each other in person in almost a year. In that moment it was almost if nothing had changed between the two. They were both two best friends on a journey like old times in Fiore’s mind.
Soon Ione’s phone alarm went off so she stood up with her suitcase in hand. She was ready to leave for real this time.
“Thank you for the food and company, but I must be going now,” Ione said.
“Oh but before I go, can I have a good luck kiss for the league?” Ione asked with a laugh. While this statement might seem weird to an outsider this was sort of an inside joke between the pair. Ione jokingly used to ask Fiore for good luck kisses before battles but instead, Fiore would place a kiss on the Pokemon that was about to head into battle instead.
Ione expected Fiore to just jokingly scoff and roll their eyes but to both of their surprises Fiore found themselves walking straight up to Ione and leaving a soft peck on her lips.
Ione and Fiore both turned red, Fiore looked more like a cheri berry than a person. Ione just plastered a big, cheesy grin on her face before stumbling her goodbyes and leaving.
When Ione was finally gone Fiore put their fingers to their lips, after a few moments of thinking everything through Fiore smiled.
Fiore gave Ione all their luck. She better win.
#fankidweek#pokemon fankids#Ione Primarie#wishfulshipping#Fiore Rosales#contestshipping#IonexFiore#fanfic
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
brunitofindshappinessfanfic
Welcome to my hellscape Encanto
idkwizardsarecool
Weird Elwood
tulipdaughter
i need flowers to breathe
boredbutstressed
학생+blr
poeticsly-blog
How To Start CONCRETE With Less Than $100