romance dawn

i write sometimes. 22🥂

[romancedawn333]

i adore you.

mihawk had become accustomed to being alone.

for ages, he’s spent countless hours by himself. whether it be during battle, at sea, or simply within the quiet croaks of his castle.

and for a long time, mihawk thought that he’d prefer the silence. that it was better to be alone, as it created less issues. or maybe it was that it’s easier to keep everyone at arms length than let them in.

i guess maybe it was just his lack of trust. how was he supposed to trust anyone in a world like this?

somewhere along the lines, he ran into you.

mihawk can remember the exact moment he laid his eyes on you. it lays vivid in his memory.

beautiful legs that were accentuated by those black strappy heels. a figure of a goddess. lips painted in a dark blood red, tempting him to smear it with his lips and fingers. and most of all, eyes that made him feel like he was drowning in something unknown.

you quickly began to make a mess of mihawk’s life. or maybe his mind. or maybe his heart. whatever it was, mihawk wasn’t sure how he survived this long without you.

and today, as he returns home after a cross guild meeting he sees you in your shared bedroom. wearing a black thin silk robe with lace on the edges.

you sat on your vanity. soft music played off the record player. you had just completed your makeup, and were putting on a pair of earrings that mihawk had bought you for your wedding anniversary.

mihawk got drunk off the sight of you. divine creature, bewitching his mind, body, and heart.

how could this feeling be real.

within a moment, you noticed mihawk staring at you through the mirror.

“dracule,” you said breathlessly.

you turned your head to face him. his gaze was so sharp, always so laser focused. and it made your heart thump.

sometimes it’s hard to believe this is real.

mihawk walked closer to you. he reached out for your hand, slowly pressing a soft kiss.

mihawk thought he didn’t understand what soft meant before you. he thought everything in life was supposed to be done harsh and rough. but with something as delicate as you, how could he be anything but soft?

you were the reason for every breath. you were the reason for the end of every battle he fought. you were the reason he fought carefully. you were the reason he saw good.

deep down, you were the only thing that kept him bound to the world.

“i say we skip this gala, darling wife,”

“and what do you propose we do instead?”

you were both standing now. you stood so closely together, eyes intently staring at each other. his hands lay tight on your waist, as if you were his anchor.

in turn, you placed both of your hands softly on either sides of his face. it grounded both of you.

for a moment, mihawk really didn’t think.

i mean how could he, when his eyes were locked on yours. pools of thoughts and lust we’re gathered in his mind.

“dracule?”

mihawk softly placed his head against yours. and he began to move slowly, so that you both ended up dancing to the melody playing softly.

and in this moment, mihawk could only think of one thing. how incredibly lucky he was.

[romancedawn333]

more than just the king.

the world knew luffy’s dream to be king of the pirates. hell, he uttered those lines every chance he got.

but, right now standing on this new island- watching the group of small children tackle you into a hug. it made his heart spin.

the children were fighting for your attention, you being careful to not trample them over.

and the children, they LOVE you.

“when i get bigger, i want you on my pirate crew…..” the words coming from the children were droning out in luffy’s ears.

all he could see is the light in your eyes. or the way your smile held genuine care and affection. or maybe he noticed something in you he didn’t se before.

he saw the mother in you.

and slowly he began to envision something different.

a time where you were both a little older.

you and luffy both lived in a house within his old village.

you and luffy watching your little ones play within the flowers and long grass.

you’d move closer, and lean your head onto his shoulder.

he would wrap his hands around you and place a gentle kiss on top your head.

maybe what luffy really realized is there was more to dream for then just becoming the king.

maybe the best dream is a softer life with you.

[romancedawn333]

changed man.

when it came to you, truly sanji was a changed man.

at first, it was unnoticeable. you were the shiny new thing. as the new addition to the crew (and as a woman), sanji was naturally inclined to fawn over you.

and it's not like you fawned over him from this sudden adoration. rather, as you spent time with him, you saw pieces of him that fell in between cracks.

as time began to pass, after new scars from battle, there began to be a small, undeniable shift.

moments lingered.

and neither of you knows where it began.

maybe between the stolen glances at dinner. maybe from the heat of his touch (accidentally, of course). or maybe it started in the kitchen.

it was midnight, dark and stormy. you sought to seek some solace. naturally you felt yourself drawn to sanji. so, you headed for the kitchen.

the kitchen was dimly lit. most of the lights have been turned off, except for the few hanging lights. sanji was slowly dragging on a cigarette while leaning over the kitchen counter. beside him was a pile of dirty dishes left from the preparation of tonight's dinner.

"lost in thought?" you spoke quietly, not willing to disturb the peace.

"maybe." there was a pause before sanji spoke. a small smirk danced on his lips.

rather than leaving room for interpretation, you eased into the silence. you grabbed the rubber gloves, a sponge with some dish soap, and then began scrubbing the dishes to ease his burden.

that's how it began. but it quickly progressed; he became your ritual habit.

and now here you both were, slowly dancing in that same dimly lit kitchen. slow jazz played softly out of the old radio. sanji's arms rested on your hips, while he placed his head on top of yours. you were holding onto his neck like he was your anchor.

slowly, he removed one of his hands and tilted your head so he can look at you.

so he can see the twinkle in your eye, or how your eyebrows were slightly raised in confusion, so he can see you lick your lips out of habit.

what you saw was how his softness was more a strength than a burden. how a man with a soft touch remained uncalloused despite the hard years he endured.

taking your hand, you brought it up to his face, attempting to push his hair aside.

he caught your hand, stopping you. his face highlighted concern, fear, and a sense of vulnerability.

"i want to see you," you whispered.

"you're seeing me," he replied quickly. taking your hand and placing a small kiss on it.

you nodded your head no.

"i-, i want to really see you."

he let go of your hand. you reached up slowly, brushing his soft blonde hair behind his ear.

his face was beyond your wildest dreams.

and his eyes. god, HIS eyes. the dark blue of his eyes called out to you like a siren's song in the ocean. you were breathless.

it felt like there was no one in the world but you two.

instinctually, you pushed up on your tippy toes. you placed your lips on his, softly.

at first, he was shocked. here you are, the woman of his dreams, reaching out to kiss him.

then, he mentally slapped himself. the last thing he needed was to have a nosebleed all over you.

sanji melted into the kiss, placing his hand behind your head and pushing your lips onto him hard. and he kissed you, like you were his every prayer.

as time passed, sanji truly became a changed man.

while he remained polite to women, he dropped his flirtatious nature. that truly was reserved for you.

and when sanji loves, he loves hard.

every meal included an aspect of what you love. every snack he made (for you and you only) included a love note. every new drink was named after you in some form.

and when the day dwindled, and the meal prep for tomorrow's dinner was done, and as sleep hit your eyes sanji would find you- probably snuggled with a book (in your new reading nook within the kitchen).

he'd pick you up softly, carrying you to your new shared room. he'd help you quickly change into pajamas without waking you up, and place you into the soft comforter.

he'd quickly strip off to just his boxers. and, he'd brush his hair out of his face and away from his eye.

just for you.

[romancedawn333]

i love you.

zoro knows what he wants, and its you.

the ship was messy and loud. a vibrant mess of colors shading the sky as the sun began to set. after the long battle in wano, a sense of peace had taken hold of the crew.

and as the colors faded from the sky, as the moon and stars cast their light, the crew began to settle down to themselves. yet, you remained on the deck.

you lie on the patch of grass, gazing up at the midnight sky. you were worn and exhausted, yet grateful to survive. as you stared out into the night sky, you thought of all it had taken to finally get here.

zoro had stumbled on the deck, a bottle of booze glued into his hand like a permanent accessory. he had just fought sanji in the kitchen. with no sake left, a bottle of wine would have to do.

he swigged some of the bottle before his eye landed on you.

zoro didn't know softness; he had never known softness. he is a swordsman. a swordsman is rugged and rough. his hands were callous and rough.

but when his eye fell upon you, they softened ever so slightly. something warm shot through his body. he felt a lump in his throat, for every word he should be spilling to you tonight.

he didn't think. he softly walked over and took in your sight.

he felt drunk off the sight of you. the way the moonlight cascaded on your body. how the stars twinkled in your eyes. you looked so delicate, somehow still soft when everything else in his life had hardened.

you had realized zoro was near you until he had sat down beside you. swiftly, he shoved his hand out and placed the bottle in front of you. you sat up, took a big sip before returning your gaze back to the night sky.

zoro watched as you took one more big gulp. watching the way your lips puckered up to the bottle. he watched your throat rise and fall as you swallowed the big sip.

zoro isn't a man with hyperfixations of women. he's not like that idiot cook. neither was he a man of temporary interests. when zoro commits to something, it becomes a commitment. something life-long, like it is sacred. and when zoro first laid his eyes on you, he knew you were his.

a moment later, you turned your head to find zoro's deep gaze on you. you couldn't help but laugh, like it was an instinct.

god that laugh. zoro thought it could bring life to the dead. every battle, every scar, every bruising, all of he'd endured just to come home to the laugh. and just maybe when everything settles, when luffy becomes the king, you and him could settle down within a quiet village.

your voice had snapped him out of his thoughts.

"zoro?"

none of brook's songs or music could rival the sweet melody of your voice. sweeter than honey, unwavering, and bold. zoro didn't know how to describe perfect; he knew you embodied the word in every sense of the way.

"earth to zoro?" you said before letting out an unforgiving laugh.

then without thought, he turned to you.

"i love you."

strong and bold, without much declaration. like zoro.

his words soaked into the air. they were heavy; they lingered without consideration.

"what?" you whispered.

to say you and zoro didn't have unbridled tension would be a lie. yet there had been a sense of constraint.

"don't make me repeat myself woman. i love you." he huffed.

he spoke as if this was the most natural thing. like it wasn't something unspoken or unsaid.

with no words coming from your mouth, you turned to face him while sitting on your knees. you leaned forward, hooking your hands around his neck while his locked tightly on your hips.

and with his breath tickling your face, you leaned forward, tilting your face until your lips locked.

zoro was quick to respond. pushing his head forward, melting into the kiss.

and when you both moved back to catch your breath, you looked into his blown-out pupils.

[romancedawn333]

worship you.

the first time mihawk laid his eyes upon you, his breath stuttered. an audible hitch. the dracule mihawk, known and revered as cold and calculated. the mihawk who didn't care for women, but sought solace in a glass of wine. the same mihawk who was so deeply bewitched by your mere presence alone, unravelling after seeing something so divine.

you were a sight to behold. something curated from god himself. and your eyes, god your eyes. men would fight wars just so they could take a peak at your eyes. mihawk would fight a war just to see your eyes. your face was framed in mihawk's mind.

you looked down at the gold watch on your wrist and frowned. your friend was supposed to meet you in town. you had put on your new black dress and heels, an outfit that could cause a saint to sin. you'd even done your hair and makeup all nicely, eager to spend some time with your friend.

you were late, yet your friend still wasn't here. instead of fretting, you scanned the area around you and spotted a bench. you took a seat, pulled out a compact mirror from your purse and reapplied some of your lipstick.

red. perfectly red. not too bright, yet not too dark. mihawk was entranced. how could something hold so much beauty? how did you walk, unaware of the casual effect you were stirring in his heart?

and when a man approached and took a seat beside you, he wanted to run. he wanted to be your savior. he wanted nothing more than to see those beautiful eyes as your sweet red lips spoke about how grateful you were for scaring away this creep. but, mihawk waited.

the man who sat next to you, was disheveled. he reeked of alcohol. the man started slowly moving over, until his leg was only a hair apart from yours. then, he turned and looked at you.

"how many berries for a good time?" his breath smelled rancid.

mihawk thought you'd be afraid. he prepared to stride towards you, but he stopped. he saw you turn towards the man and smile, and then start slowly lifting up your dress. the man was smirking, eyes steadfast on your slowly exposed legs. slowly, your slid your dress up to your thigh. there, a holster with a dagger.

you slowly brought up your gaze to lock eyes with the man sitting next to you. the man gasped, standing up quickly before backing away. you simply laughed. the laugh of a siren who knows she could bring any man down to his knees.

mihawk internally had combusted. while his composure remained as usual, his heart and brain were on fire. in his 43 years of life, he has never thought as much to ask god for something. but after seeing you, his vision has changed. that night, he entered a small local church on the island. he got down on his knees, closed his eyes, and prayed. he prayed god would bring the heavenly creature that has stolen his breath into his life. that he could worship every inch of you, admire the way you were crafted, and that you would find an eternal bliss with him the way no other man could provide. he prayed that for every accomplished dream you would be by his side, and through you he'd find fate.

a fate greater than stolen kisses and romantical whims. no. something far greater. something destined to happen, written within the history of the soil itself. you belonged to him. it was just a matter of moments till you realize it.

[romancedawn333]

tell me to stop, but i won't.

joining the strawhat pirates was unlike anything you have ever experienced in your life. it was exhilarating, exhausting, and every gray line in-between. the crew truly became your family.

at first, it was strange that even after long days the crew still held large, goofy smiles on their faces. you weren't used to that. you grew up in a hostile environment, where everyone was so quick to lash out on each other. so, when you see a badly hurt luffy still beaming his signature smile your heart melts a little. this truly is where you were meant to be. your family.

slowly, over time, you've grown closer and closer to zoro.

it began with quick glances on the sunny. when the crew would eat dinner together, you'd peek over to only see his gaze meet yours. instead of looking away, you'd tilt your head at him. he'd raise his eyebrow and look away. confused, you'd avert your eyes and chose to stare at the food in front of you.

those glances quickly developed into something different. when ussop would tell his far-fetched stories or luffy would say something so stupid with confidence only a true idiot could hold, your eyes would meet. you'd bite the side of your cheek, trying to hold back laughter as zoro studied your expression matching it with annoyance.

and in those moments zoro really saw you through your eyes. they were so resilient, yet held a great amount of softness to them. he studied the way your eyelashes framed your eye, how your eyebrows scrunched together when observing, and the way your eyes shimmered when the smallest beam of light hit them. but nothing beat his favorite moment, when he anticipated your eyes to meet his.

every time your eyes met his, his heart stops beating. his palms felt clammy. suddenly, it became so hard to practice his stoicism. he had to fight his body's initial reaction to smirk at you, and keep his usual calm and emotionless face. to be frank, zoro didn't really understand why he had to fight his body near you.

slowly over time, a bond was created. when zoro would train, you'd often be lounging around near him. typically, you would be laying on the floor, on your stomach, with your legs up while reading a book you had loaned from robin.

the first time zoro caught you in this position he gulped. his eyes hardened, and he had to turn around to regain his position.

at times you would train with zoro, with his persistence. he'd warn, "you might need a sword to save our lives one day, so try." you couldn't really imagine a situation where you would have to use a sword, as you had your own devil fruit powers. but you knew there was no arguing with zoro. with an eye roll, you got up and raised your hand. you kept your eye on zoro as a sword gravitated toward your hand from its leaning position on the wall.

training with zoro proved difficult. his physical strength outweighed yours. however, where your strength ended your wits began. he admired that, instead of accepting failure you always attempted to find a clever solution which often left you just enough to winning.

losing to zoro always meant end up being pinned down by him. you didn't really notice the comprising position which it left you both in at first. rather, you always attempted to wrap one leg around him and use your strength to flip him under. he usually fought this. however, one day he decided to let you pin him under. your legs straddling around his hips.

he glanced up, breathing heavy only to be met with your pouty lips and seductive eyes drawing him in like a siren. his eyes darked. and he quickly pushed you off and walked away before you could have noticed any stiffening of his body.

zoro is usually quick to insult sanji for his unbashful flirting with the women of the crew. however, when it came to you it was different. sanji often times made a little extra for you then he did the others. when visiting new islands, he would try to find recipes to local desserts he know you'd love. zoro would watch silently, keeping his mouth closed. his sharp gaze often spoke louder than any word he could utter.

at the end of one tiring battle, zoro came to you exhausted. he let out a loud breath before sliding down on the wall next to the door to your bedroom. each of his breaths seemed heavy, as if it was exhausting all his energy to breath. you stepped away from the door frame and crouched down in front of him. you couldn't help the bruises left all over his hands and knuckles. you met his eyes, stood up quickly, and turned around to grab the bandages you had in your bedroom.

as you wrapped his arm in the soft white bandage, all zoro could notice was you. the way the soft light of the moon hit your cheekbone. how it created an illuminating light around your head, like a halo. the way your eyes were tense, wrapping his hand as if you were afraid to worsen the pain. he couldn't help but notice instead of shaming him for not going to chopper, you silently rushed to his aid. and in that moment, he truly realized he loved you. he realized he couldn't fight it any longer.

you leaned back. you took in his state, bloody and bruised. instead of warning or yelling at him, you simply leaned against the wall on the opposite side.

"zoro, you have to come with me to the kitchen." you uttered softly.

there was no response from zoro. he just kept his eyes trained on yours. you extended your arm, offering it as aid for him to get up. he accepted it. once he was standing, you took his arm and slung it around your neck to offer stability. you guided him slowly to the kitchen, before allowing him to sit down on one of the chairs.

without forethought, you began preparing an ice pack to treat the bruises on his face.

all zoro could notice was the way the blue silk pajamas hugged every inch of your body. the way it complimented your skin. the way your silky hair hung behind your back, cascading and catching the light. and before he could help himself, he got up and placed a short distance between you and him.

when you turned around, you jumped. you hadn't noticed zoro had moved. yet here he was, towering over you. his gaze was hard, studying your face.

"i shouldn't do this." zoro said licking his lips.

"zoro what are you talking about, sit the fuck down before you hurt yourself some more." you roll your eyes.

and he laughs. not a chuckle. not a smirk. he full on laughs, enough to brighten up his face. and all you could do was admire his face. it was handsome, a type of beauty you could see once and be enthralled in.

"god, tell me to stop- and i will. but don't lie to your body." he brings his face close to yours.

you took a second to process, what the fuck is this man talking about? wasn't he just inju-

before you could finish your thought, his lips collide into yours. and instead of thinking, instead of fighting your body, you let in. you bring your hands up to the back of his neck, placing it there for some stability. he deepens the kiss, enough for you to let out a breathy moan you did not realize your body was fighting.

and for zoro, that was his breaking point. his body couldn't fight it any longer. his mind has etched you as his. he would do anything to mark you as his territory. something primal in him was screaming.