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Chapter 10

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Word Count: 2,600+

Series Playlist: Sapsorrow

"Whom so ever fits the ring becomes wed to the warlord who owns it"

Themes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, forced proximity, lord and subordinate, one bed trope, apprehension, mutual pining, obligation, slow burn, eventual love, protective, "where is my wife" trope.

Warning: MDNI, 18+, smut, making love, husband and wife, marriage, gendered terms, love, romance, supernatural themes.

Notes: This is the final, and shorter, chapter of Mihawk's fairytale au. I want to thank you all for allowing me to take you on a journey through this land, and I truly hope you have enjoyed your time here. Happy reading!

The sounds of melodies and the warm crackle of fire continued in its rise at the gathering on the grounds of Kuraigana. The merriment of the disjointed gathering held on the forefront of the new lord and lady Dracule continued to spread into the night. Many of the less spritely exited the party long after the first hour of their absence, and many more bid their farewell after the following two that continued thereafter.

“You reckon they fell asleep?” the nasally tenor of the infamous clown grimaced towards the soft illuminance in the window above the steeple peak. The follow of several pairs of eyes trail up beside the teal gaze of Buggy’s lingering curiosity.

“Now, now. That would be rather rude of them, don’t you think?” the red-haired pirate joined beside his old friend, smirking up at him while trailing his gaze up on the window beside him. “They’re newlyweds, but they’re still the two we know and love. There would be no way they’d fall asleep without at least saying ‘goodnight’, despite how long they've been waiting for one another.”

Buggy scoffed, immediately moving to the other side of the campfire beside Sir Crocodile, who placed another cigar between his lips and moved to strike it ablaze. Once illuminated, he exhaled a breath of the sour mixture up into the sky, watching the wispy vapors joining with the pale moonlight. Within the silvery streaks glittering the chilled frost of the dust, the image shifted to reveal a shape of a haunting spectre glancing at him with malicious intent. Blinking rapidly to adjust his amethyst colored eyes, he assumed he was mistaken by some trick of the light.

“Anyone know any other songs? Or something else we can toast to?” Shanks twirled around before the fireplace and beamed his smile brightly towards his first-mate, “Go on, Becks. Give us a reason to sing, would you?” The usually grimacing face of the silver-haired Benn Beckman withdrew itself into a soft smile while he echoed the earlier sentiments of the evening.

“What else is there to drink to than the bride and groom?” he shrugged, uncorking another bottle of rum and gesturing to the guests that remained with them for a top up, “Everyone, raise your glasses, tankards, goblets, or bootheels in your case, Clown.”

Buggy toasted up with his heeled boot, the froths of ales and rums mixing together to form an otherworldly concoction of blood-poisoning spilling over the edge of the leathery ankle as he did as such. Zoro and Perona elevated their glasses, as did the Red Hair pirates, Sir Crocodile’s associates, and a handful of remaining guests. Benn Beckman drew the bottle to the air and saluted to the illuminated window.

“To the Lord and Lady Dracule, rulers of Kuraigana. Long may they live.”

“Long may they live.”

Water sloshed over the porcelain edge of the bathtub as your bodies moved in synchrony against one anothers. Lips met against yours as your husband’s knuckles whitened on either side of your bed as he perched them. His hips staggered against your own as you gripped beneath his shoulders, clawing at his back to tether you against his motions.

At a few more manic thrusts, he elicited a soft cry as ropes of his viscous release spilled deep within your abdomen. Your walls spasmed around him as words were lost to you. All that you could do was trust your new husband, Lord Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana, to shepherd you through your ecstasy. Euphoria crescendoed and drew you both to your conclusion, all while soft echoes of devotion and adoration continued to echo within the silence.

Mihawk’s eyes met with yours as his right hand reached to grasp your left, interlacing his fingers with your own while drawing his water-damp forehead flush with your own. Smiles slowly drew up your faces, Mihawk’s eyes creasing at the corners as his boyish grin became one silently promised to be reserved only for you.

“Forgive me, my lady,” Mihawk whispered to you as he gave your hands a gentle squeeze with his own, “It appears I may have to assist you in cleaning once more.” You shook your head with your laugh, breaking away contact against his forehead to press a chaste kiss against the bridge of his nose.

“That is how we got into this mess in the first place, my lord,” you retorted as you angled your hips, withdrawing himself from you and gathering the washcloth to the side of you both, “And while I do appreciate your desire to continue to ravage me well into the quiet hours of the morn, our guests are still outside by the campfire waiting for our emergence as husband and wife.” You began to wash yourself as Mihawk moved to the outer edge of the large bathtub, appearing out and witnessing a drunken stupor occur where Shanks was attempting to teach Zoro a swashbuckling maneuver.

“It does indeed appear that way,” he uttered softly before becoming distracted in his viewing by you leaving the bathtub. With a small wobble in your step, Mihawk immediately stood and rushed to stabilize you: arms bracing against your shoulders and collecting your left hand with his own. “Easy now,” he uttered with a smirk within his drawl, “You must be more careful where you step, darling. We have been exercising for a few hours now, and you must allow your body to recover before attempting such a greater feat as exiting our bathtub unaided.”

Rolling your eyes, you peered over your shoulder and gifted him a pointed look of disapproval. Where your students would have cowered and apologized for whichever way they vexed you, Mihawk only leaned down and gazed at you with a dark and possessive aura within his honeyed eyes. That darkened gaze drew down to your lips before floating back to dispute which of your own he would focus on the most. You shook your head to silently chastise him for attempting to begin another unspoken round of ensuring the union was undeniably consummated, stabilizing your stand and using him as a brace before reaching for your towel.

“We gave our word we would return,” you spoke softly as you dried your hair and body with the featherlight towel. “And I know you to be a man of honor, Lord Dracule. As much as I desire to remain in this room, or the one thereover,” you turned to watch your husband in his glory exit the bathtub, holding his eyes against your own as you tied the towel over your chest, “We have the rest of our lives to explore one another within any room that takes your fancy.”

Mihawk took his own towel and dried his body hastily before tying it around his own waist. As you became distracted by finding the appropriate part in your hair, two arms grasped around your waist and hoisted you into the air. A squeak fled your lips as those hands shifted to hook beneath your bare legs and around your back as your husband escorted you towards your marital suite. Your voice became jovial as you and Mihawk began laughing in complete unity, only halting when he placed you back onto the bed you had enjoyed a few hours prior together.

“I informed you before I drew you your bath that I had a gift for you,” he nodded softly while moving his hands slowly against your body, down your knees and over your calves. “I would like to bestow it onto you now, should you be ready to receive it.” He withdrew his hands from your body and moved himself towards his adjoining ensuite dresser.

The rounds of rustling materials pricked at your ears. Buckles and buttons were the objects to follow, all before your husband had reemerged clad in a more relaxed version of his marital uniform. His pale, frilled shirt was unlaced to above his navel, an embroidered red and gold belt donning buckles and braces were hovering above his darkened pants. In his arms, an embroidered red dress matching the belt clasped around his waist.

“It is not as intricate as the ones you designed prior, nor is it as glamorous,” he informed you whilst stepping closer towards your form sitting against the bed. He slowly sat to your right, bringing the material and flat-laying it over your thighs as he did so. “It is another custom of my people. This is a gesture, a symbolic reminder that you are now representing not only yourself, but the Dracule name. I… My…” He trailed off, peering down and taking your right hand in his left.

His wedding band warmed the back of your skin, a contrast to his cool fingers as he rose it to his lips. Placing a small kiss to your knuckles, he inhaled and exhaled deeply against your skin before resuming his speech.

“This was something my mother wore, one of the few memories I retain are all within the portraiture I hold in my treasury. She,” he brought his eyes up to peer into your own with that melancholy smile you had known drawing into his lips, “Would have adored you. All of you, my love. My largest regret is you two had not met in this lifetime.” He slowly reached up and hovered over the tie at the front of your towel. “The only question I have for you now is: will you bear this dress in the same way you will bear my name beside yours?”

Without hesitation, you drew your hand over the one on your chest and fully removed your towel from your body. He smiled as you took the bust of the dress in your arms whilst leaning up to press your lips to his.

“I am your lady, Lord Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana,” you uttered firmly against his lips before pulling away, darting your eyes between his and shuddering through a smile filled with more emotion than you had expressed prior, “If you would have me bear your name, pledging yourself to be mine as much as I am yours, I will wear whichever dress you elect to don my form.” Mihawk exhaled a sigh of relief before a mischievous grin crawled onto his whiskered lips.

“It would fare far better to greet our welcoming entourage than what I had to remove earlier this evening,” he uttered smoothly as you stood, hastily throwing the dress over your head and flicking your hair away from your face. You scoffed, scolding him wordlessly while fastening the embroidered material against your chest and body.

Both yourself and Dracule Mihawk continued readying yourselves to greet your guests once more, all while stealing kisses from one another between each tie, sock, and boot. Upon returning to your mess of various states of drunken guests, a loud cheer uproared from the party as they welcomed you beside the fire.

As you approached the burning heap, you noticed Sir Crocodile gazing pensively up in the clouds as opposed to the variety of onlookers gracefully welcoming you into their company. Perona and Zoro were the first to join you on either side, the former tugging at your dress with thick tears beginning to spill over her lash line. Zoro was fairing none the better, far from the bratty attitude he had once welcomed you with upon your introduction.

Meals began to pour from the pot, the traditional midnight wedding soup exchanging between hands as Lucky Roux ladled each portion as it came. Both Buggy and Shanks had begged drunkenly for your forgiveness as they asked politely to spirit your husband from his position beside you to speak with him discreetly. Mihawk made to cast them aside in favor of spending his night soldered to your side, but you shook your head and spared him a moment away from you.

Sir Crocodile continued to gaze up at the moon, eyes troubled by something within the light while whisps and vapors continued to waft from his lips and shoulders. Considering your husband was indisposed, you took the initiative to approach the hulking man lingering isolated beside the fire.

“Sir Crocodile,” you spoke firmly to introduce your presence to the position beside him, “Are you not enjoying the festivities at this hour?” He turned to face you, gifting you that devious smirk as he gestured for your hand. Using his hook, he plucked the cigar from his lips before stooping down to place a kiss to the backs of your knuckles, rising as hastily as he stooped while making mention of your full name and title as his greeting.

“I would assume you to be having a far greater time than myself,” he offered with a small chuckle before placing his thick cigar back between his teeth. “You are a married woman now, with name and title to follow behind. The World’s Greatest Swordsman as your beau, and a legion of allegiances to follow suit. Tell me…” He took a moment to pause, gazing up at the moon before drawing his eyes back to yours, “...Was it so bad afterall, Lady Dracule?” Sir Crocodile’s question was posed with an almost innocence and urgency to his tone, one that took you off your guard.

Taking a moment to ponder, you gazed down at the twin-set of rings donning your fingers. The union band forged by and for your husband lingering beneath the curse bestowed upon your courtship band. You spared your thoughts towards each event that transpired to allow for all of this possible. The job offer, the two wards, the broody lord, the creature of fur and feather you eventually learned to be your husband in disguise: every element to the cursed Sapsorrow specter that drew each element together.

“There are worser fates to be bestowed with, both you and I can agree on that as fact,” you admit fondly as you recount the dresses and love growing between you and your beloved, “I only asked for dresses to be made from impossible substances, nothing that my now husband had within his reach of capabilities.” You leaned forward, grasping his upper shoulder and giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. “And for your role in procuring one of those heavy feats, both he and I are indebted to you. You have my gratitude, Sir Crocodile.”

"Lady Dracule," Sir Crocodile nodded softly, focussing on your motions while you withdrew from his side towards the merriment now returning at the campfire. Music was played by Cabaji and Galdino, a tune you were witnessing Perona attempting to take the reins in the masculine dance position while Zoro was the unwilling feminine counterpart. Your smile drew up on your features as the two of them eased into an easy rhythm, only growing broader as Zoro used his countenance to balance her motions flawlessly.

Mihawk drew himself once more to your side, reaching for your hand and entwining it with his own as he lead you both towards the makeshift dance floor by the fireside. His eyes grew half-lidded as he leaned in, humming along to the tune as it came to him, only desiring to depict his love and adoration towards you in each swooping motion. As each moment passed, you and he both had it dawn on you with the sun as it split across the horizon.

It was done, the feats finally completed. You and he had successfully become that which was bound in stone and gold: twin souls now forged in matrimony. Whatever those dates held was now secured by the tight bonds of unity between you and your husband, all with gratitude and smiles to the forces that thrust you together. All you had to do now was wait for the next tomorrow to rise and set, all with those to come thereafter: faced together as the Lord and Lady Dracule Mihawk of Kuraigana.

The End.

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Further Notes: Big thank you to my sister, Mermaniaa, for being the one to push me to write this series - and to write in general. This series was made to express my gratitude and absolute joy to have you as my baby sister. Happy Birthday, and I hope you liked it.

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